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Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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I am currently very tired so this probably might not even make sense in the morning but… 

I’m imagining a D&D minigame (probably lasts 1-2 hours tops unless you’re having fun with it) meant to break the ice for new groups, in which the DM controls an adventuring party and the players control NPCs as they naturally pop up. Specifically, it could help new players get comfortable with roleplaying without the pressure of sticking to a character they just made. If you do this before the character creation stage, then even better because they may stumble into a character they like acting out.

Rules that I’m just rambling out please forgive me if they are nonsensical: 

  • It’s all improv. Don’t break a scene to look up game mechanics like prices, or which checks to make, or what would give advantage/disadvantage. This is about the acting so if it’ll throw off the groove, make it up on the spot. It’s all about quick thinking.
  • No modifiers. You’re all making things up on the spot so if you have to roll something, don’t waste time justifying who would have what stats. You could even go without dice altogether. The d20 is just an optional element of chance here.
  • Mandatory introductions. I don’t care how goofy it is. state your name, race, class/occupation, a random character trait, and how their day’s been going up until this point. As many as you can off the top of your head. Go nuts because things get silly before they get really creative, in my experience. Note: Character voices are encouraged. For funsies.
  • Everyone participates in a scene. No pressure on how much they interact, but in each new setting, every player has to put one NPC in that tavern, shopping square, riot crowd, etc.
  • Plot not needed. The adventuring party strategically wanders in a way that builds a town/city/etc as the players make it up. The DM isn’t in charge of telling a story here, just keeping the energy of the improv scene going. This includes-
  • Leading Questions. This one’s the challenge for you, DM who likely already has a control complex and likes to plan out every detail of everything in their world because it gives them a sense of security. If anything, you are the one who most needs to be good at rolling with whatever your players hand you. For the sole purposes of making you uncomfortable, the newcomer adventuring party knows absolutely nothing about this town. Thankfully, the citizens know everything about it. Which is good because you need directions to find your way out of your rented hovel room let alone to the temple–oh that’s right. Who’s the patron there? You sure don’t know! Better ask someone! Get that DMs?? YOU KNOW NOTHING. 
    • Important: If the scene starts slowing down, it’s up to you to either encourage and interact with these townsfolk some more, or get moving somewhere else.

Example scene: order of NPC choice is determined by an initiative roll. 

DM: “Alright, so four adventurers walk into the tavern you’re in–”
Player 1: “Oh! I call the bartender.”
Player 3: “Aw… I had a bit I was gonna do.”
Player 1: “Okay, okay fine, I’m the owner of the tavern, Marcus McMuffin the half orc–stop laughing–and uh… I have a tattoo of a dwarf lover that literally no one else knows about? And my day’s been…hm. It’s been awful because I got stood up for a meeting. DM, I basically live in here, so I’d know they’re new, right? I wanna know if these guys look like trouble makers.”
DM: “The Barbarian’s flexing at anyone who looks in his general direction but other than him fancying a typical bar brawl, they seem decent–if lost.”
Player 2: “I’m the elven bard in the corner and I start trying to seduce the Barbarian with my beautiful voice!!”
DM: “Listen… you can’t just use your character from the last game. Cherry the Elven Bard would’ve totally seduced the barbarian but who are you now?… Nah it’s fine, dude. Take your time. We’ll come back to you.”
Player 3: “I’m the crazy old village drunkard who’s a human named Steve–”
Player 1: “I thought you said you wanted the bartender!”
Player 3: “–Who samples a lot of the wares and is thus the village drunkard! I said I was doing a bit, jeez! DM, I start rambling loudly at the strangers about something that sounds like one of those super infuriating sidequests–you know the kind–where you have to go through a lot of bullshit busywork and the longest fetch quest of your life but there’s a promise of GREAT loot at the end so you consider it anyway. You know what I mean? What do I do for that, roll deception? Persuasion?”
DM: “Nope. No rolls. Personally, I am so on board with this but I need you to make this speech right here and I need you to sell it.” 
Player 3: “Oh boy.”

If for some reason you want to try this please give me a rundown of how it went because I feel like it’s the perfect recipe for hilarious trainwrecks that come with all good icebreakers. (I feel like it’d be a fun drinking game somehow? But I don’t play enough to know how to work alcohol in in a reasonable manner. I’ll leave that one up to house rules.)

Taverns & Tanneries, never coming to a game store near you lmao

Edit: I just realized that when the group starts playing a real campaign, you can embarrass them by working their goofily-named NPCs in, keeping an entirely straight face while doing so. Watch as they squirm and laugh-cry over having to discuss the fate of the world with Marcus McMuf’an. If only they’d known. 

If only they’d known what was to become of Marcus McMuffin.

I’m going to attempt to recap Duchovny in Boston day (February 22, 2017.) Warning: this could get long and sappy because it’s 3 AM and I’m just brain dumping. Under a cut…

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Friends to lovers!au: Doyoung


• sorry for my late post!!! I just got back to uni and its been an absolute hectic day

• but anyway at last doyoung’s here, the totally official mother of nct

• I may or may not have gotten inspiration from the confession on nct night night, aka the cutest fan of Jung jaehyun

• let’s go let’s gooo

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mumbrielle  asked:

Hi Kayla, I just read your response regarding the relationship dynamic between a minor and someone older. If you are comfortable with it, would you be able to elaborate on your experiences? Though I do not condone pursuing a relationship with a minor, I've also never been able to fully defend against the "what if they are happy together?" argument. I would be interested in your opinion if you are open to sharing.


I think that descriptions for why this is bad need to be tailored to two different audiences because they are two different perspectives. So I’m going to write one for each party.

For the purpose of this exercise, I am going to be discussing relationships without active: coersion, psychological, physical or sexual abuse. Textbook “good relationships.” We already know why the Bad ones are Bad, but this is specifically about why the ones that don’t seem to be actively hurting anyone are still bad/damaging.

For perspective, I am a 25 year old woman. I dated a 19 year old at 15, a 27 year old at 16, a 43 year old at 17. All of them were men; all of them were actively pursued by me or reciprocally. All of them treated me “well” and all of them do not appear to have a repeated pattern of singling our youths both pre and post encounter.  The 19 year old was a high school student, the 27 year old was a graduate student, and the 43 year old was a professor (who is not currently working, did not have sexual contact with me, and is extremely high profile so I will not out him). So literally the very BEST case scenario available.

To Adults: 


The most impactful thing about these relationships is very simple: The minor grows up.  (Lolita read from Lolita’s perspective)

Life is a journey of broadened perspectives. Every year we grow older, we learn more about what is around us and our “world view” for lack of a better word, gets broader. While an adult may be a fully formed and realized individual, their minor partner is still in a state of development and growth (despite any intellectual qualities). The minor WILL change rapidly in the next coming years. It is the reason why many young marriages (read 17-25) fail.  Their perspective on your choice to date  them will also change.

How this impacted me: I am 25 years old now. Very close to the age of one of my previous partners. As a 25 year old, looking at 16 year olds  makes me feel queasy because I know that someone looked at a 16 year old me and did not see a child. 

That someone looked at 16 year old me, that had no true concept of any power imbalance between us and decided that that didn’t matter. That someone looked at 16 year old me and let me make decisions that had real legal ramifications in my state. That someone looked at 16 year old me and thought “she’s hot and cool so it doesn’t matter that she lives at home with her parents who love her and who are wondering where she is. That she her largest problems are science fair and being late to school and her world is no bigger than that.

That someone looked at 16 year old me and didn’t even slightly envision a world in which there was a 25 year old me . Or that the  25 year old me would be their peer and would be filled with disgust at 27 year old him and the selfishness that it must have taken to imagine that there was anything like equality between us.  That the 25 year old me would feel compassion and concern for 16 year old me, and protective of 16 year old me.  That 27 year old him could have ran into 25 year old me in a bar and that if anyone there our age heard he was dating a 16 year old we would be filled with embarrassment and horror and disgust and would call the police.  That we wouldn’t even ask questions like “what do you get out of a relationship with a kid” because we would KNOW.

Because the minor grows up. And sees the Adult for what he or she really is. A predator. Even if they are one without claws.

Because emotional damage to children is often like pin pricks on rubber. Completely invisible at first, but if the rubber is stretched, become gaping holes that completely mar the structure.  

And as such, age and growth add perspective that completely illuminates the original damage, even if it was too small/veiled to see at first.


To Children/teens:


I was very bright and very beautiful when I was a kid, like you might be. I could hold my own in adult discussions, could rhapsodize about literature and philosophy and art.  I was seductive because I enjoyed power and freedom. I pursued older men because boys my own age around me weren’t as knowledgeable about certain things I was interested in. I had hobbies that people my own age didn’t often like (writing, the ballet, design, etc). I was actively looking for a partner who I felt matched me intellectually and had the means to provide me with creative nurturing.  But I was a child. I was just a fancy child. You are just a fancy child. And that is okay. But one day, you’ll grow up and you’ll be even smarter and fancier and you’ll realize that you were never at your true potential. You were not an adult with “consent”, you were just smart and very very good at imitating an adult. But when you are an adult, you will KNOW.

The best way I can describe this is a line from the incredible film Hard Candy(x)

“Just because a girl knows how to imitate a woman does not mean she’s ready to do what a woman does.”

Things might be alright currently.  Acting adultish isn’t particularly difficult and its very nice feeling to hear that you’re mature and sophisticated because it makes you think “success!” and feel like you’re on their level. That you’re their equal.

But the issue is a bit more complex than that.  You know how if you are really familiar with something, you can tell the difference between the real deal and a dupe? Like if you buy fake M.A.C or brand name sneakers. online and get a really high quality dupe sold to you as the real deal? And it can be the smallest thing like the texture being wrong or a color isn’t e x a c t l y the right shade. And everything else is perfect except for that?

That is what your ability as an adult is like to see when you’re in a coercive and abusive relationship, or when there are very large red flags about the person you are interacting with regardless of whether they are “attractive” or not.

That is what the danger is from the other side.

Choosing to date someone significantly older than you is like being told to pick up a series of grenades that look almost identical to each other and pull the pin out.  You are not a weapons expert and you can barely tell any differences between them.  You won’t know until you are literally dying whether you are right or wrong.

You won’t know whether you have stumbled upon someone who is truly dangerous until you are in too deep to escape unharmed.

Growing up is like getting a series of classes on grenades. You see your friends blow themselves up and you get wiser. Your eyes get keener. You start to use your other senses to tell what’s going on. You start to feel horrified that you were picking them up randomly with the lack of knowledge that you had. You begin to know that your survival was nearly completely up to chance.

Right now you are a civilian doing a really awesome job pretending to know what you’re doing. You’ve watched a lot of war films and youtube documentaries and read a lot of books and maybe you’ve even seen some practice grenades maybe once or twice.  You are holding your own really well but at the end of the day you are just pretending.

I got lucky. I just kept up picking up practice rounds. But I have several friends who wound up in pieces.

And it wasn’t worth it for them at all.


(undertale spoilers)

if chara is the narrator, just what does the narration say about their personality? this list comprises clues from all routes that may reveal the narrator’s interests, from knitting to dog puns to knives.

read on to see what can be inferred from the the narration and plot about chara’s hobbies, likes, dislikes, behaviour, speech patterns, and appearance. whether it’s cute, funny, or a little scary, this post captures it. (if we missed something, you should send us an ask!)

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an unconvincing front

lmao i forgot i wrote this fic 4 the longest time?? but now i feel Powerful enough to post hypno shit on here so. basically namjoons a witch whos a huge sub but he doesnt like it and then he gets hypnotized and blah blah blah im gay
kim “no i can handle this what are you talking about” namjoon
kim “im so noticeable that anything in the world could come and attack me but im cute so its okay” seokjin
and park “i may have a large hoard of pretty trinkets rotting in a cave but if u call me a dragon ill kill u” jimin

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Sore wa Sasayaka na Koi no Hajimari - Miyasaka Haruki

This series is an R18 drama CD (not meant for minors. There will be explicit terms used in this CD) by Apricot.
T/N: Here’s my translation to the 3rd volume of Sore wa Sasayaka na Koi no Hajimari. Please do not repost on tumblr or copy to any other site. If you want to share this translation please reblog or link to this post  

Summary: You meet a gentle kindergarten teacher when you were looking for your fallen button and the relationship between you two starts to develop.
CV: Shingaki Tarusuke

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anonymous asked:

hello! i really rlllly love your scenarios so much !! and your writing is everything <33 so i was wondering if you could do a scenario with fyodor in which he finds his s/o sketchbook full of drawings of him?? like his reaction and what he would say to them if it's okay with you <3

Aah thank you! I’m really glad that you like what I’ve written. That’s such a cute idea! Sorry for taking so long, and I hope you enjoy :-)

I know it’s unusual for me to post updates so close together. I’m just trying to be productive.


You had left Fyodor alone for a bit to pick up some things from the nearby convenience store. Of course, being him, he was quick to notice that something you kept quite private had been left in his company; your sketchbook.

It wasn’t long before he decided to pick it up and take a peak. He wasn’t concerned about the possibility of you catching him, and he was too curious to leave it alone. You had been sketching since long before the day he met you, and yet you had showed him barely anything of this sort. Fyodor realized that your lack of confidence was to blame.

He opened to the first page. Your name, along with the day you began using the book, had been scrawled on the inside of the cover. It registered with him that you had begun using this sketch book before the two of you met.

The first few pages were filled with flowers, landscapes, and the figures of people walking through city streets. You had also sketched old architectural marvels and paintings you had seen in art galleries. It was evident that this book contained many of your memories.

Fyodor turned the book’s pages delicately, being careful not to smudge any of your creations. His eyes trailed over each drawing slowly, as if to catch every detail.

He was taken by surprise as your sketching took a sudden turn. Staring up at him, dating the day after you had first met, was a stunning replica of himself from the shoulders up.

It wasn’t exact, one wouldn’t have expected it to be, but it was surely close. A small smile appeared on Fyodor’s lips.

His likeness continued to appear throughout the sketchbook, both small and large in size. Each grew in accuracy, representing your growth as an artist, and perhaps something more. They were all dated. Some of them had small notes written under them as well, detailing where the drawing had been done, or what you had been talking about around the time it had been drawn.

Fyodor was impressed, he had known that you were dedicated, but perhaps he had underestimated that dedication. It was something truly admirable.

This book, Fyodor noted, contained what you considered beautiful; what you wanted to preserve. He couldn’t help but feel slightly confused at the prospect of someone caring for him this much. Yet, a warmth had spread through him, one he was not well aquatinted with.

Violet stared up at him from one page, creating the illusion that another pair of his eyes was present. He figured that this must be how he looks when lost in thought. Meanwhile, red ink marred the portrait’s fingers, like blood often marked his own.

On the following page, there was a touch of sorrow in his eyes. Fyodor was taken aback. You must see all, he thought, yet you still find it beautiful. Perhaps you are a god yourself, creating with lead and ink in place of flesh and bone. In your drawings, you seemed to recreate life, at least in his eyes.

Fyodor immediately sensed when you came into the room. He turned to you, and you quickly noticed your sketchbook in his hands.

“Fyodor,” you said, almost in a panic, “let me have that back please. It’s embarrassing.”

Fyodor closed the book, but kept it in his hands. You pouted in response.

“But why is it embarrassing?” he asked.

“Just give it back.” you muttered, grabbing for it, but he quickly evaded you.

“You’re very talented, you shouldn’t be embarrassed.”

“You saw all of that then?” you asked, though you already figured that he had.

He smiled slightly. “You always told me that you were sketching still lifes. All of your sketches are wonderful though.”

“My drawings aren’t that great… Just please give it back.”

“You are a creator, (y/n); almost like God.” Fyodor replied, finally dropping the book into your hands. You blushed.

“I’m nothing of the sort,” you retorted weakly.

“Well, I’ll just say this: you know me better than you think you do. It’s honestly somewhat worrisome for me.”

“What is?”

“How well you know me.”

I don’t know how well this fits, but when I was younger I liked quite a few anime but didn’t really know that it was it’s own separate “thing” in the world of animation. I was a big fan of the different teaching muyos that came on toonami, but I couldn’t really follow gundam wing, it was a little political for an 11 year old. Fast forward to eighth grade and I met this girl, we’ll just call her Naomi, because I don’t think she’ll ever read this. She was in my core class. At my school all of our math, science, English, social studies happened in the same classroom with the same students, and the teachers would rotated into the classrooms to teach us those subjects. That’s what a core class was. And our electives were saved for the after lunch portion of the day and we were split up into classes with students from other core classes.

All of my friends from the previous 2 years were in different core classes so I didn’t really have anyone to talk to for half the day. A few weeks pass and I made one or two friends in class, but none I feel like having over to my house or anything. But one day I see Naomi reading a graphic novel with an art style similar to what I had been seeing on toonami. So I ask her what she’s reading and she explains to me what Manga was and we bond over our mutual love for outlaw star. (the Manga was get backers btw and she let’s me borrow the first few volumes a few days later)

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WIP meme

Do This: List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on. This can be writing, art, vids, gifsets, whatever.

I was tagged by @annawrites and @spanglebangle! This is probably the funniest thing ever, let’s see how long this ends up:


  • sickeningly sweet (like honey), andreil kid au in which the foxes are silly children who love and support each other and Dad Wymack is constantly exasperated by his kids’ antics; constantly being put off in favour of aus of this au or weird future contemplations
    • shades of purple (this one’s a bruise), andreil kid au oneshot, part smut but mostly embarrassing fluff
    • the Wymack family backstory and Dan’s future
  • double scoop, andreil ice cream au where Neil is the hot guy serving ice cream
  • continuations for the FMA au (first kiss involving Neil being a martyr and some belated world-building) and the andreil blind date au (first date to the movies)
  • prompts (cries because these have been in my inbox for so long)
    • andreil long distance sex
    • Andrew cheating (no angst, I promise)
    • WTNV au
    • Elementary au (a bunch of friendship things)
    • playground au (an alternative kid au which is somehow even sillier than the original)
    • guardian angel au (featuring a weird capitalist angel society)
    • andreil doing nice things for each other
    • andreil internet friends au
  • the war is won, this really dumb oneshot I’ve been thinking about for months, entirely about Neil being old and lame and loving it
  • weighted shoulders, a set of separate Andrew + Neil oneshots focused on changes


  • album art for an INCREDIBLE TTOTS playlist (by @lukesunburn), stay tuned b/c I’m going to be promoting it like crazy soon
  • I’m Still Here lyricstuck, comic, I can’t remember what I normally call it :/ Andrew-centric and hopefully not as sad as I first thought it was
  • art for other people’s fics…
  • I want to try some animated illustrations?? probably going to be soft andreil or foxes
  • Big Bang art, which isn’t due yet, but I really want to do a couple of concept sheets for the characters
  • au stuff??? idk if I want to write or draw, but probably FMA au (Ishvalan Renee!!), vigilante au (morally grey superhero Neil and supervillian Andrew), kingdom au (spy/knight Andrew busts Prince Nathaniel out of his father’s castle and they take down the neighboring kingdom with help from the Foxes),,,
  • that one “why do we have to fight the monster” post
  • a quick comic with the really cute cat goalie video
  • a dumb Renee + Andrew doodle
  • andreil at a banquet (excuse to draw them looking hella fine)
  • all of my other wips (I’ve posted a bunch of them already)
  • idk whatever I end up starting while procrastinating on the above ^^
  • the HQ!! Shut Up And Dance lyricstuck that I might have discontinued, I honestly don’t know


  • a house, an actual 1:8 scale model of the wood framing for a small house, made of hand-milled cedar (which I may or may not be allergic to??), nail-gun holes where I missed, and my tears; for class and as something to maybe have for future portfolios

Tagging @badacts, @exysexual, @coldcigarettes, @lukesunburn, @lazyleezard, @nekojitachan, and whoever else has some cool wips that need to be shared

anonymous asked:

Could you maybe post some of your very old drawings from when you started drawing seriously? I need some motivation ;-;

well this is one of my very first Leo drawings I ever posted on here and I started posting my drawing in November last year, these 2 drawings only have a 7 month difference :D  its funny because the first one looks like it has been drawing on a cave wall or something and the second one looks so digital XD

This is the evolution of my profile picture XD each have about 2 month difference, and yes I decided to grow a moustache :<D 

omG I this one is embarrassing but this is how I drew Leo in around december 2014 to april 2015

and these 2 are the more recent ones, more than a year difference :D

anddd here are my two dark percys 

first one was drawn 4 months ago :))))

I really hope this helps and motivates you, dude you can do it, you can always get better, but only if your really want to and try hard. I remember having so much trouble trying to understand art, me not being good at something got me to almost give up, and omg I am so happy I didn’t. This sort of thing applies to everything, if you want to be good at something it takes time, you cant be good straight away, we all start from nothing and its only our choice to improve, if you give up too quickly it wont get you anywhere, and this is what a few months of practise can do <3

YOI on Social Media
  • Yuuri: Grandpa when it comes to the internet, posts one photo every 7 months, always pictures of his skates or Viktor, has millions of followers and doesn't know what to do with them
  • Viktor: The average celebrity on social media, takes aesthetic pictures of landmarks, sleeping Makkachin, food, and Yuuri
  • Yurio: Follows everyone but never likes anyone else's posts, posts cat pictures and videos to show that he's better than you, doesn't take selfies often but will occaisonally for his fans
  • Otabek: Doesn't post much but more than Yuuri, selfies of him and Yurio together, motorcycle pictures, doesn't even follow other skaters aside from Yurio.
  • Chris: Spams every day. "It's only inappropriate if im COMPLETELY naked"
  • Phichit: Is the internet, posts all the gossip, writes his own fan fiction, runs 9 other gossip blogs, posts 24/7
  • Seung-gil: Caught up with all the latest gossip but never adds to it, many dog pictures, pictures of his aesthetic apartment, posts his own art
  • Guang-Hong: The most kawaii, has the most organized feed, laid out by pastel colors, posts regularly, only happiness, soo many fangirls including Leo.
  • Leo: Inspirational quotes daily, stalks Guang-Hong, pictures of his paintings, videos of him singing ( idk i just picture him singing)
  • Georgi: Wants attention, goes on rants about ex girlfriends, has a lot of feelings, makeup tutorials, reposts ex's old photos just to criticize.
  • JJ: His whole page is just selfies, he's too good for everyone, occasional pictures of his fiance,gold medal pictures.
  • Minami: Yuuri fanpage, absolute Yuuri trash #2 ( Viktor is #1) Head of the official Yuuri Katsuki fanclub.
  • Sara: basic person on social media, updates regularly, wide variety of photos, selfies, group pictures,photography, talks to her followers like they're all close friends.
  • Mickey: over protective of Sara even online, constantly stalks her, will fight any guy who comments on her photos, meanwhile posting nothing on his own account.
  • Emil: Fuckboy-ish attitude, shirtless pictures, cringey captions, really just wants a girlfriend
  • Mila: Workout videos, health tips and recipes, embarassing pictures of Yurio, Georgi, and Yakov
  • Minako: Posts ballet advertisements to get more new students, fangirls over all the skaters, posts especially when drunk
  • Axel,Lutz,and Loop: Keeps all the tabs on every single skater and how they're doing in competition, posts embarrassing photos of Yuuri and "exclusive" videos of him while he practices skating.
  • Yakov: What is i n t e r n e t ????? Often mistakes it for text message app and ALL CAPS TEXT SCREAMS AT YURIO ONLY TO REALIZE ITS NOT MESSAGES.
  • ~elena

anonymous asked:

Can you make a rec list for your favorite 00Q fanfics? Thanks

Ah, yeah, okay. Here you go then.

I love AU’s so we’ll start with those…

No Rest for the Wingless by Only_1_Truth 

The top agents in MI6 are Angels - there’s nothing angelic about them, but they sure are dangerous. And not always good with taking orders from bespectacled, stringy Quartermasters.
MI6 has decided that a new strategy is needed to ensure the success of their missions, and for that, they hired Q: with his genius mind and [mostly] cool head, it became his job to coordinated the 00-missions.
Now the double-o’s have a voice in their ear telling them what to do, where to go on missions.
Do the double-o’s take well to this?
No. And the worst ones are 006, 7, and 8…

In which Q’s got a spine and is willing to beat double-o’s over the head with it.

( Basically, 00- Agents at MI6 are all angels. Q is the new quartermaster tasked with dealing with them and their surperior attitudes. The double-oh’s are happy the step all over him until Q reveals that he too was (is) and angel and had his wings torn off on a previous mission, and that Raoul Silva is after him for that very reason. It’s literally my favorite Fanfic ever.)

I’ve measured out my life with coffee spoons by Mimosa

In which Q opens a cafe across the street from MI6 headquarters, and James Bond is intrigued. (only semi-AU)

(This one is great too. There’re two parts to it and both are equally great. Q still is excellent with computers and weapons, but he works outside MI6 and only with Bond)

Old Gods, New Tricks by Kryptaria and BootsnBlossoms

As MI6’s senior quartermaster, Q is accustomed to dealing with all manner of oddities. But an agent who won’t stay dead, a bomb in his office, and bad tea all combine to make for a stressful day. The muggers on the way home only make matters worse.

And that’s before the owl shows up.

(Excellent. Characterization is perfect and it’s adorable. I love Q in this one)

James Bond:The Last Dragon by Rikacain

(I’m pretty sure it’s the ‘latest’ dragon, Bond, you’re not the only one.)

(No one’s asking you, Q.)

In a universe where a moron such as Joseph exists, virgins are sacrificed to the dragon. Said virgins are not necessarily female.

[Coming out of the closet soon in a mountain top* near you.]

(…Gorgeous sarcasm. It’s short, great and will make you laugh)

The Taste of Strawberries by kijakazibibi

What Q gives up to save Bond’s life while on a mission reveals more about both of them than either know what to do with.

“Dammit. Bond.” Q yanks off that God-awful jumper he wears – even in the bloody tropics – as he’s pulling Bond to a sitting position and propping him up against a lifted knee. He wraps the jumper backwards around Bond’s shaking body. He’s got that face on that he has, the one Bond always thinks of as Q sucking lemons. “Bloody hell. Shit. Dammit.”

Bond can’t agree more.

(…Another wingfic. This one is also cute, suspenseful and features Moneypenny as another angel who can do what she wants and is tired of Q’s moping)

Witch’s Blood by Marlowe_Tops

Bleed the witch or the witch will bleed the land.

Fairy tale AU with hunterJames and witchQ done in classic Andersen style. James is sent on a quest to capture the witch who has brought the devastating blight to the kingdom, and ends up having to make a choice between witchQ and the kingdom.

(…it’s a great AU. Short, sweet and to the point.)

And then Hurt(/Comfort) fics…

Slalom by Beaubete

Stupid James Bond and his sodding ridiculous narrow escapes. Who runs from an assassin by deftly skiing away?!

(…Q breaks his leg while trying to escape assassins. Bond has to take care of him. It’s pretty cute)

Remember Me by Jen(CounsultingWriters)

Bond has lost his memory. Q has lost his love.

“What have I forgotten?” Bond asked; Q watched him, trying to find the James he knew.

“Nothing that you won’t work out on your own, if it’s really important,” Q said carefully, before returning every fraction of his attention to the computer in front of him.

(…If you asked me what you asked me for the most painful experiences I’ve gone through in my life, reading this beautiful and heart-wrenching fic is probably in the top ten spots. Basically Bond gets amnesia and forget about his whole relationship with Q and Q has to deal with the results)

Breathe in like you mean it by Skylights

 Q sobs and swears and thrashes against the ground until he can move no more, cheek pressed against the warm floor. Breathe, breathe. There are tears running down his cheeks and Q needs to tell himself to just breathe. O2 molecules, alveoli, deoxygenated blood, the biology of being alive. Fourth form basics of respiration. Q pulls up notes from the dregs of his memory and recites them backwards in his head.

(Or, what happens in New Orleans)

(…A little part of me died while reading this series. Yes, it’s a series. The second two parts contain the comfort, the first is just…brutal. Q is kidnapped and tortured for information for quite a while before Bond is finally able to save him. Heed the warnings!)

And then just some general  fluffiness

Synchronicity by stereobone

 It goes on like that for months, and then Q realizes that James Bond is “hanging out” at his flat.

(…A general ‘getting together’ story with these two, but it’s really incredibly good. Highly recommended)

Feels like insomnia (woah) by Skylights

Q, on the other hand, is having significantly less trouble with coming to terms as to how he currently has a slightly drunk double-oh agent standing in his flat at arse-o’-clock in the morning. Without waiting for a reply, Q starts the vacuum up again and starts to clean the patch of carpet next to Bond’s feet. The vacuum nozzle bumps against Bond’s patent leather shoes a few times and Q grunts, a clear sign that Bond should move.

Bond moves.

(or, that fic where Q has insomnia and Bond tries to be helpful)

(…It’s what the summary says.)

Blackmail and Romance by freakylemurcat

Q branch went through post-it notes like nothing else. They’d even gone to the lengths to develop their own, with special non-wearing-off glue that could stick to anything and could be used as explosives if needs be.

And no one went through more post-its than Q himself.

Five times Q received a note regarding Bond in some embarrassing fashion, and one time he received a note from Bond himself.

(…This one is cute and funny and generally really good.)

The Conversation of Art by Ionaonie

Lowering the tablet, Q scowled. ‘You didn’t think to open the door when I walked into it?’

(…Another ‘getting together’ story. This is very cute as well.)

Slight Technical Problem by Salmonderiel

Done for this prompt for qbond tumblr’s mission00q:

“You’ve got another thing coming, if you think I’m sticking my hand in there!”

…don’t think anything more needs to be said, really.

(…They’re already together in this one, but that doesn’t stop it from being funny and totally adorable)

How to Have an Office Romance: A Comprehensive Guide by Laughtershock

Q’s mother sends him a horribly gaudy Christmas jumper, and it all seems to go downhill from there.

(…another one of my all time favorites. Seriously. It’s one the best of the best)

So If You Give by TheCatOnTheMoon

 Bond gives Q things because of reasons. Q thinks that Bond completely misses the point.

The Mating Dance of Wolf and Fox by TheCatOnTheMoon and epithalamium

In which Moneypenny despairs of her boys, no one in MI6 is the least bit sane, Bond complains to HR about MI6’s workplace policies, Q insists that he is not a fainting maiden, and he might have to sleep with 007.

Strictly for professional purposes, of course.

(…Beautiful and utterly hilarious.)

Thought Even The Bones Would Do by TheCatOnTheMoon

“Bond. How exactly did you involuntarily order a hit on Q?”

“Drinking was involved.”

 That is about all of them, so…hopefully you enjoy them as much as I did.


Broken Crown (Part 2)

Pairing; Jon Snow x Reader

Prompt: There’s a death, there’s a war, and there’s magic. 

A/N: Sorry it took so long, I wish I didn’t have to graduate college before I was allowed to spend my whole life writing

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 

Masterlist here 

There was so much blood. Why was there always so much blood?

 It’s hard to figure out how much blood is actually in the human body until it starts to pool around your feet and cover your boots. The sickest part about all of this though was the fact that Jon was actually starting to like it.

 Not the killing, the killing made him feel like a monster, but the power of it all. There was this sense of conquering that would pulse through his body every time he struck someone down. This must’ve been the Targaryen in him. He was always told they were a fierce bunch and if he was anything like his biological father, Jon was one of the fiercest.

 He liked the blood more so today than any other day. This blood was shed to protect the one thing he’d grown to love more than anything in this world. Jon rarely gets the chance to defend Y/N, she can easily do that herself, but she wasn’t present to hear the things coming out of Ser Arys mouth.

 Her own Lord Commander actually had the audacity to talk about her like that. He didn’t know Jon was standing in the doorway of the Great Hall listening to all of it. Arys must’ve been fucking stupid for talking about this in such a public place.

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infullmoon  asked:

So what movie genres do you think the UT cast likes? I can imagine Alphys and Sans nerding out and nitpicking sci-fi movies together for one thing heh.

Ooh! Good question! Asks like these are my favorite haha!

I’m actually going to broaden this to TV shows too. Maybe like, what their Netflix history is.

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Creepypasta #666 (Part 2): Abandoned By Disney


Story length: Super long

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

Near the beachside city of Emerald Isle in North Carolina, Disney began construction of “Mowgli’s Palace” in the late 1990s. The concept was a Jungle-themed resort with a large, you guessed it, PALACE in the center of the whole thing.

If you’re unfamiliar with the character of Mowgli, then you might better remember the story “The Jungle Book”. If you haven’t seen it anywhere else, you’d know it as the Disney cartoon from decades past.

Mowgli is an abandoned child, in the jungle, essentially raised by animals and simultaneously threatened/pursued by other animals.

Mowgli’s Palace was a controversial undertaking from the start. Disney bought up a ton of high-priced land for the project, and there was actually a scandal surrounding some of the purchases. The local Government claimed “eminent domain” on people’s homes, then turned around and sold the properties to Disney. At one point a home that had just been constructed was immediately condemned with little to no explanation.

The land grabbed by the Government was supposedly for some fictional highway project. Knowing full well what was going on, people started calling it “Mickey Mouse Highway”.

Then there was the concept art. A group of stuffed shirts from Disney Co. actually held a city meeting. They intended to sell everyone on how lucrative this project was going to be for everyone. When they showed the concept art, this gigantic Indian Palace… surrounded by JUNGLE… staffed with men and women in loincloths and tribal gear… well, suffice to say everyone flipped their shit.

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The BBA: Past and Future

Hey everybody!

First off I’d like to say thank you very much for following - you are my very first blog followers, and I am flattered that you are interested in what I might have to post on here.

One of the reasons I never had a blog before (besides being inherently terrible at keeping up with stuff, even basic human tasks like laundry and dishes) is that I was never quite sure what I’d say.

I think the majority of people know my name with its connection to The Blackblood Alliance, so maybe it makes sense for my first post If I explain a little why I discontinued the project in the first place, and now why I think it’s worth picking back up again to run in a new direction with it.

The first book I ever bought for myself was White Fang. I read the shit out of that book. And I always was a fan of sequential art. Calvin and Hobbes was an enormous influence on me (I mean wasn’t it for everyone?) and one day, around 17 years ago I started drawing my own adventure comic. I didn’t have any “real life” friends, but I had internet friends (yeah, i was on the net super young) and so I brought us together on the page. And oh yeah we were dogs. Because dogs.

Notice that this is page 92. Every day I would sit there and just draw whatever came into my head. No planning, no “plot”. I eventually started to bore myself with coming up with “ok who pops out at them after they spend a few panels walking and shooting the shit?” and dropped it to entertain myself with god knows what other weird passion struck me at the moment.

I spent a few years doing “funnies” for small local publications, like the highschool newsletter and the Newsletter of the dogsledding organisation I was involved with.

“Stumpet and Meep” was about an obsessive white pomeranian with a dark imagination who was in love with her owner. “Kaltag” was about friendless, clumsy sleddog who is terrible at his job and collects Last Place trophies because Hey It’s Something.

The vast majority of these were 3 to 4 panel strips and are lost to the ages (probably for the best, I have always been terribly unfunny) but here are a couple that I still have.

In the one above, I found that I quite enjoyed the more “serious” panels of Meep’s world as a wolf. So I thought maybe I should explore that.

I grabbed stack of printer paper and a pencil and sat on the bed and again, no plot or ideas or plan, drew this:

At this point I had a Deviantart account so started posting this up for my (again internet) friends who played Furcadia and were also interested in wolves, and the rest is history.

A while later, a reader did some fanart for me. I liked it so much (especially her beautiful environment painting) that I asked her if she would like to team up with me. Together we redid my old pages to make some prettier stuff. For comparison, here is one of the last pages we produced:

We were definitely producing something that looked pretty good, if I may say so myself. I was never ashamed at how our work looked. But as we went along I became aware of a fatal flaw in the work: I was still writing page-to-page, flying by the seat of my pants. No real plan for anything that was happening. No arcs for any of the characters. Readers waited for sometimes MONTHS for the next page, most patiently, some not, because I was wringing my hands trying to decide what was going to happen on that page.

At this age - I think I was around 17 or 18, I was really impatient with fans and critics alike. I snarked at people who copied my designs too closely and I’d react defensively to criticism. I’d also be outright rude to people I thought were stupid. My public persona stirred up enough dirt that a small pocket of vocal haters cropped up, and then grew. Someone made an Encyclopedia Dramatica page about me, someone went through and altered all the speech bubbles in the comic in a parody, and people were trolling my Deviantart daily, telling me how terrible I was and wishing cancer upon me, etc etc. Amidst all this though, there was always a large number of people who just straight up liked the work and just wanted to see the next page, but somehow I tuned that out and only seemed to notice the hatred.

Offline I was dealing with social anxiety, bad relationships, an eating disorder, and dropped out of college. When my mom was diagnosed with terminal cancer I left my job too. The online pressure on top of all that was getting to be just too much - I was avoiding facing the internet - didnt check email or deviantart or my forum that I’d started where hundreds of members roleplayed in my fantasy wolf universe. People were trying to get a hold of me saying the moderators I had in place were doing crazy stuff to eachother, not to mention just tons of member drama I didnt understand, didnt know how to solve, and just didnt want to deal with.

A typical artist, my greatest fear is of failure. Things weren’t looking too good, I hate myself, everyone hates me, my work is headed nowhere, so why try? Failure is embarrassing. Better not to try and no one see your face, no one know your name, no one see your ugly messy attempts than to try and fall short and be shamed.

When my mother passed away, I lost any stability I had in my life and just broke. I was stuck in a deep mire of depression and never touched comic work again.

Blah blah ok enough life story bullshit. Im not writing any of this stuff to be felt sorry for by the way. I think a lot of people experience things like that - it isn’t anything special. I just want you to know why I suddenly stopped a project that a lot of you I presume had some sort of interest in. So there is all is, the honest truth about it.

In short though Ive spent the 5 years getting my shit together. I think I’m finally there, in a good place.

So what does one ideally do when youve found a good place? Do what you love, I think. And I really love making comics.

I considered starting an entirely different universe, in a different time period with different characters that were different animals. And yeah, I still want to make animal comics, not people comics, because I like talking animals and there aren’t enough of them in comics and graphic novels. Superheroes still dominate.

But even if I didn’t like the story details, I always liked the Blackblood Alliance world, and I think thats what other people liked too. Abandoning that forever seemed sad. So I decided that it needed to be what I worked on next.

I can’t just pick up BBA where I left off because I want to make something that lives up to the high standards I hold myself and my work to. I see clearly now that The Blackblood Alliance’s production was flawed, and I can’t unsee that. It needed direction. I’ll spare you the details but I learned a lot about the value of planning, organization and direction from my last job. I think I can apply what I’ve learned to a new approach for The Blackblood Alliance. 

And I’m not gonna lie, the constant outpouring of support from lovers of the BBA is where I draw a lot of my confidence, inspiration and motivation to continue its development.

I am very flattered that after all these years, you are following me and still have interest in seeing what happens next.

On my DA I will be chronicling the visual concepts and storyboards for BBA production. I will put those things on this blog as well, but I will also include more in-depth writing regarding planning and development process. I will always be open to questions, criticism and feedback, so feel free to contact me through DA. 

Thanks again for your continued support. I dont know where’d I’d be without it!



I wanted to write my own take on this headcanon of mine and purpleraven89 made this amazing art for me which gave me another cute idea I really wanted to write. x)
(consider it a little thankyou hehe)

This is another one for my FT416-coping-drabbles.
A (post) reunion fic.

Lucy wasn’t sure how it had happened.

It had all started, of course, when she had been painting her toenails, a practice that had never come easily to her.

The creaky old chair wobbled dangerously as it stood on its two hind legs, and Lucy’s foot pushed against Natsu’s little table. Her lips were pursed in concentration while she tried to apply the pink nail polish as carefully as possible.

She had been living here for so long now, it felt like home as much as the flat she had left behind. The fact that she had to pay no rent had only a little to do with that sentiment. But that was the reason she had moved here, wasn’t it? She always reminded herself of that. This was not about Happy and Natsu. And the fact that she still missed them, so so much.

It was true though, she had had to admit to herself, that she felt their lingering presence in the little hut even now. Even when her bed had replaced his hammock, and the chaos he called his own personal order had long disappeared, victim to her diligent fingers.

However, most things hadn’t changed. Of course not. They would be back one day, and she would have to move out. So she kept all his flyers on the wall, because how could she ever take them down? How often had she stared at the little note he had tucked to the mission pamphlet of Everlue mansion? She kept the maid outfit, too, in a corner. 

Many times after she had moved in, she had told herself that she would move out before they came back. It would be too embarrassing if they found her here. What would they think? No, she would avoid that fiasco. 

But it had been 11 months now, and she did not feel like moving out anymore. They could build their own house when they came back. They owed her one.

And so she sat in her living room, foot on the table, when the door opened.

Their eyes locked the second he stepped into the cottage.

And of course, she fell.

The chair hit the floor hard, digging into her back, and she spat a number of curses as the nailpolish spilled over her ankles. She came up in a mess, but didn’t notice any of it. Her body was moving on autopilot, and her mind had gone blank.

Natsu was back.

He was standing there, all wide eyes and disbelief. And then she watched as his lips curled upwards, and he cried her name with such relief and joy that something in her heart contracted painfully.

She was in his arms before she knew it, limp and shocked. Her mind was not fast enough to catch up with anything.

Natsu was back.

Faintly, she realized that Happy was clinging to her too, and that Natsu was talking to her, something about how she had not been at home and he had panicked.

When he released her and she finally - finally - could see his warm eyes again, so close up and full of joy, the reality of it all came crashing in.

Her lower lip started trembling, and her eyes filled with tears all by themselves. His face turned concerned, worried. And guilty.


She couldn’t speak. Happy landed on his shoulder, face just as nervous.

"Say something, Lucy! Did you lose your voice?!" 

There was serious concern in his eyes, and she almost laughed.
They really were back.

As the first tear fell, she wiped it away, and felt her voice return to her.

She had wanted to kick him when he returned. She couldn’t. Not when he was looking at her like that, and not when she was so happy.

"You’re back.”

“Of course we are!" 

And there it was. That grin she had missed so much. The one she had always tried to recall when she was sad and needed cheering up - to no avail. Now that she saw it again, the beauty of it felt almost overwhelming; the joy it conjured up inside her almost alien.

This time, it was her who fell against his chest, and he put his arms around her carefully as she smiled against him through her tears.

That day it had happened for the first time.

They had had to share the same bed.

But how had it come to this? 

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Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

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