there are none anywhere

I began running when the fire started and I haven’t stopped since maybe I come from running maybe running is a country maybe everyone who lives there misses someone they thought would live forever
—  Hanif Willis-Abdurraqib, from I Mean Maybe None of Us Are Actually From Anywhere in The Crown Ain’t Worth Much
;settle down (m)

pairing— min yoongi x reader, roommate! yoongi
genre/warnings— smut, angst, fluff, slow buuurrrn, enemies to lovers
words— 14,930

:: summary— An unfortunate event finds you living with the man you practically despise over the summer. However, maybe through a series of fortunate events, you find yourself falling for him…

note— this is a remastered version of the originally story I wrote called ‘and july’ (found here) that I wrote for suho back when I started this blog, albeit slightly (very?) different.

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Blizzard: *doesn’t use their original poc healer design, having mercy take his spot in the final game instead*

Tumblr: OH MY GOD! YOU RACIST COWARDS! YOU REPLACED A BLACK MAN WITH A WHITE WOMAN! YOU ARE THE FUCKING DEVIL!

Overwatch: *also has Lucio, Pharah, Ana, Sombra, Reaper, Symmetra, Doomfist, Genji, Hanzo, Mei, D.Va, and possibly Roadhog, none of whom have gone anywhere, so the game’s still pretty diverse as it is*

Tumblr: *crickets chirping*

  • keith: *walks into his room and flips on the light*
  • pidge: *is already there sitting in a chair with steepled fingers and opaque lenses*
  • keith: *puts away the knife he already got out* what are you doing in here
  • pidge: how long have you been in love with lance
  • keith:
  • keith:
  • keith: that’s disgusting. and wrong. i don’t even get - why would – i’ve never been in love with anyone, anywhere. it’s none of your - you have - the nerve, the audacity - lance is my rival, technically. and he is terrible, face-wise. and how - how do I know, frankly, that you’re not in love with him? maybe you are. aaybe you’re trying to throw me off. hmm. check and mate.
  • pidge: so, for a while then
  • keith: yeah

So the tour jack is doing 🤔

Is the tour jack doing - at the end of September in America (sad times for us in England etc), for the people who can’t go to RP3 or is it completely different?

If it is how come he’s doing them all in America and none anywhere else? Just curious, I’d love to just go and see him do a panel tour thing, but so far I’ve had no luck 🤦🏻‍♀️😂 hopefully I will soon!!! 💪🏻

- I hope this doesn’t sound mean, not my intention. Please don’t hurt me! 😰

  • me with a megaphone outside Todd Howard's mansion at 5;30 AM: hey todd you should have known that the ghoul in the fridge made no sense. *throwing pebbles at his bedroom window* todd ghouls still need water. he can only drink his own piss so many times. *blasting air horns* he would have severe muscular and motor issues and should have lost the ability to talk *holding the doorbell until it buzzes* the sun should be literally blinding to him if he hasnt seen light in 210 years. and why does everything have to be a nice round number with you todd?? there was no reason to set fo3 exactly 200 years after the war. *setting off fireworks* while there is lore to suggest that feral ghouls can fall dormant and wake up later, this is unheard of for sane ghouls. so was he conscious the whole time? *playing the vuvuzela* that fridge was on a little hill right next to an intact building in south boston, how did nobody inspect this fridge for 210 years *banging pots together* todd you could have put him in a small basement, with rats/roaches to eat, woulda been way more believable. *smashing porcelain plates on the driveway* stop ruining fallout todd its not a playground for whatever cinematic scifi bullshit pops into pete hines' head. *doing donuts on his lawn* you value shock value over worldbuilding and none of your plots go anywhere. *banging the door knocker* todd

there’s so much symbolism behind the hey man scene and i’m like.. not talking about klance this time. literally the paladins were all in this mindset of “we’re going to do this, and then we’re going to go back to Earth and life will be the same again.” they don’t see each other as family at all. 

and out of all of the things that the writers did wrong in season two? they portrayed this right.

you know this scene at the end of episode 11? it kind of uses the same tactics as the hey man scene, in which they’re all recalling moments of shiro. in this scene, they were just kind of… recalling fun moments and stuff they’ve had together. 

but they literally… talk about going completely separate ways. they don’t even question it. (which is kind of sad because they were just reminiscing of what they’ve done together as a team.)

the hey man scene on the otherhand, you know none of them are going anywhere. this is the hardest test of their bond yet. and the fact that they had lance, his “rival,” the person who he bickers with all of the time, of everyone there to go comfort keith emphasizes this. lance and keith’s dynamic was just kind of portrayed as “oh, they just bicker and stuff” with those few moments that imply that they care for each other. but this moment? this moment changes all of that. you know that they seem to understand each other. and the thing is? they could have had literally any other character have this dialogue, but they chose lance. they chose the character that keith is supposed to be the most at odds with. and if this moment had been there any earlier than this? i doubt lance would have been the one to comfort keith.

this moment shows how they’ve grown together as a team and how they’re going to grow together. they’re with each other. and they’re staying with each other. 

  • Rich: How long have you been sleeping with Michael?
  • Jeremy: What? I don't even get...Why would...I...I've never had sex with anyone anywhere. It's none of your... You have the nerve, the audacity... An how... How do I know, frankly, that you're not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you're trying to throw me off.

ryan: how long have you been a demon?

shane: that’s disgusting. and wrong. I don’t even get— why would— I’ve never been a demon anytime, anywhere. it’s none of your— you have— the nerve, the audacity. satan isn’t my boss, technically, and he is terrible morals-wise. and— and how do I know, frankly, that you’re not a demon? maybe you are. maybe you’re trying to throw me off? hmm check and mate

  • Captain Holt: How long have you been sleeping with Peralta?
  • Amy: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get – why would – I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your - you have the nerve, the audacity, Jake is my colleague, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how - how - do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm, check and mate!
Thinking About Character Motivations

Whether it’s about why a character would commit murder or why someone would want a do-over in life, I get a lot of questions about character motivations. This is a very important question to ask yourself to develop a believable character because for every action and decision that is made there is some sort of motivation. You eat because you’re hungry, you sleep because you’re tired, you plot to take over the country because the current government killed your sister and framed it on you to further their political agenda. Or maybe you eat because nobody can turn down the deliciousness that is mint chocolate ice cream, you sleep because you’ve got a ridiculous migraine from all the ice cream, and you plot to take over the world because you plan to outlaw eating mint chocolate chip ice cream to have it all for yourself. No matter what the motive is the important thing is that the character has one. To help you come up with one for whatever insanity you’re planning (the scenarios I’ve seen from all of you make me equally proud and baffled) I’ve come up with a few points to consider to get your thinking gears moving.

1.     Consider how it relates to the main plot and subplot(s).  

Going back to taking over the country, there are millions of ways this story could unfold. What differentiates each and what makes it interesting is why the character wants to do this. Martin Scorsese once said “The king died and then the queen died is a story. The king died, and then queen died of grief is a plot.” This is the way a character’s motive works: your story tells the reader what happens but the why and how is always more interesting. So ask yourself what kind of impact you want this motive to have on the plot because it is what will drive everything. When a character doesn’t have a motivation (like a villain who is evil because) there is no direction and no intrigue in the events as they unfold.

2.     Is it out of fear or desire?

To put it very simply, character motivation is fueled by either fear or desire (or maybe both). You could eat because you saw someone else eating cake and now you really crave some too, or you could eat because you fear dying of hunger. There are always primal fears and desires like the desire for survival, companionship and happiness and a fear of death and pain. These are great and can often come up but also try to personalize them to your character so the reader feels why it is important to them. Once you having something fueling the motivation it becomes much more real and gives you a better idea of how to use it.

3.     Make it fit with the genre.

Along with personalizing to the character, it’s good to keep in mind the tropes of the genre (remember tropes are not the same as clichés). In a romance the reader expects one of the motivations to be love, in a thriller it’s often about a fight for personal survival and/or to save someone or something. The reason this is important is because it would be odd for a character’s main motivation in a story about saving the country from foreign invasion to be becoming a pianist. Unless, of course the story is really about a young talent who loses their chance to travel to a music school because of war, but now the plot has changed, hasn’t it? There can be multiple motivations, especially when you cross genres like a YA adventure, or thriller with a romance but just remember that readers who give your work a try have certain expectations based on the genre so either try to match or rethink the genre you’re really writing.

4.     External and internal motivations.

External motivations are ones that are imposed on your character by external forces while internal motivations come from within themselves (personal desires). For example, take a police officer tasked with finding a kidnapped victim. They have the external motivation of solving this case because it is their job and failing at it would be failing their assignment and leaving a life in peril. They could also have many other personal motivations driving them like having lost their best friend to trafficking or something completely unrelated, like they are motivated to make their little kid proud. You can also try to make these motivations specific to differentiate from characters, at least in your own mind so you can weave that into the characters. External motivations can push the character into the plot but the internal ones can keep them going when things get tough and make readers truly sympathize with them.

5.     Finally, do your homework.

No matter how many tips you read here or anywhere else, none of it is going to matter if you don’t sit down and work out your character’s motivations to fit them and your plot. If you need motivations for something that you might not be familiar with (eg. why someone would commit a specific crime) or you need more information about the topic…RESEARCH! Remember, remember, remember that there are no cutting corners when it comes to writing so take a seat, let your mind explore the possibilities, and get to work.

Good luck!!

Originally posted by just-usmadd

Thor: How long have you been sleeping with the Grandmaster?

Loki: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get– why would– I’ve never had sex with anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your- you have- the nerve, the audacity. The Grandmaster is my boss, technically. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how- how- do I know, frankly, that you’re not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm, check and mate.

Stan: How long have you been dating Richie?

Eddie: That’s disgusting. And wrong. I don’t even get - why would - I’ve never dated anyone, anywhere. It’s none of your - you have - the nerve, the audacity, Richie is my friend. And he is terrible, face-wise. And how - how - do i know, frankly, that you’re not dating him? Maybe you are. Maybe you’re trying to throw me off? Hmm check and mate.

Someone’s YA Dystopian Future novel is going to feature one character being a natural leader and then revealing:

“I was at the Fyre Festival in 2017.”

The whole camp went quiet, with the exception of Daran, who swore softly. Chelsea looked like she was about to cry; Pete laughed softly with disbelief. “You were at the Fyre Festival?”

Craig nodded slowly, his gaze not leaving the flames in front of him. “One of the first ones in. One of the last ones out.”

Susan furrowed her brow, trying to piece the words together. Would it be inappropriate to ask him? Was it a religious thing? A massacre?

“What’s a Fire Festival?” The question slipped from her lips before she could help it, and suddenly all eyes were on her–all except Craig’s. The fire still flickered inside them.

“There was just one. The Fyre Festival, with a ‘y’. They thought it was clever.” He sighed, stroked his beard, and shifted a little before continuing. “It was supposed to be a simple weekend in the Bahamas. Me and a bunch of other rich kids packed our clothes, gathered our things, and took a plane down south. Everything was going smoothly…but when we hit the first landing strip, that’s when we started to realize that something had gone awry. Instead of seeing a private beach in front of us, we saw a crowded tourist trap. We were promised private jets, fancy boats, the full VIP experience…” His eyes flicked up to her, and though his mouth curved up in a smile, the eyes did not share in it. “But none of that was anywhere to be seen. We thought it would be fine, all we had to do was get our things, make sure they were together, and they’d lead us to the hotel, but…it was already growing dark, and that’s when the luggage arrived. Unloaded from one of those giant storage containers, the big ones, like you see on the docks. Just tossed out to the crowd, one after another. No conveyer belts, no lockers, no express deliveries to the rooms…and it was when I finally got my bag, with a dented crease along the side, like it had been resting under someone’s golf clubs, that I realized: everything had gone wrong.

“Anyway, I’m standing there with this bag, and it occurs to me how hungry I am, so I start looking for the restaurant. I was young, and foolish…fortunately, Gabe was young and foolish, too, so we both headed off to find the restaurant, thinking it would be there.”

His smile widened, showing those teeth again. “There was no restaurant. They fed us sandwiches–small, flat, flimsy sandwiches, with that bread you see on a gas station shelf, and some meat they said was ham. A single wilted piece of lettuce and a piece of rubbery cheese were the condiments, if you could call them that…Gabe said he saw someone with a ketchup packet. I didn’t believe him. Served in a white styrofoam box.

“Anyway, this would be regal fare to us today, but back then, to us, it might as well have been cow dung. I saw three people vomiting their food right back out; the girl next to me saw the same thing, and she became number four. I don’t know how many of us managed to actually choke our way through the meal, or how many of us actually made it back to go onto the plane, but I do know this: there were two thousand of us left in that village when the last boat left the island. Two thousand of us left to fend for ourselves. 

“When the sun rose the next day, we were one thousand nine hundred and ninety four. Four of us were missing; two were dead. It was then that I realized that this was going to be a live-or-die situation. I chose to live.”


I would continue with this but it is late and I needed sleep an hour ago.

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My Chemical Romance - Tour Collection - Limited Edition -Lot of 20 Signed Prints  (from ebay)

Offered is a signed limited edition portfolio of 20 exclusive prints featuring images of My Chemical Romance on the 2005 Warped Tour. Catch intimate never-before-seen glimpses of the band both on-and off-stage. Only 50 portfolios will be made, and none of these images will be offered as single prints anywhere else. This is a new museum quality archival pigment print, signed and numbered on the front by the photographer.

Pictured: My Chemical Romance

Print size: 8.5 X 11 (20 prints)

Shoot date: 2005

Location: East Coast Warped Tour

Avengers tumblr fandom circa 2012

Don’t judge, but I’ve been thinking back fondly a lot lately about the epic bounty of old memes and trends we had back in the day. A guide for those followers of mine who weren’t around yet, or a Throwback Friday for those of you who were, remember:

  • The Avengers gag reel
  • “COULSOOOOON NAAAAAUUUUUUUU”
  • Assvengers
  • Seriously the equal-opportunities fanservice and fixation on butts was a thing to behold
  • “Caw caw motherfucker”
  • Okay there were a lot of Hawkeye-bird jokes (this was before we met Sam Wilson) but that was probably the biggest one
  • Renner Stretches
  • The Hawkeye Initiative
  • “That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry.”
  • Thor loves Pop Tarts
  • “This _____, I like it! ANOTHER!
  • SCIENCE BROS
  • Major ships: Stony, Clintasha, Thorki (aka Thunderfrost which, lbr, is the arguably the most badass ship name ever), Frostiron, Capsicoul
  • Also a LOT of people shipped Coulson and Hawkeye even though I don’t even remember them having screentime together? I’ve seen that ship referred to as Phlint like…once, but not at the time.
  • Chris Evans and his ridiculous shoulder-to-hip ratio
  • Left-boob grab (this one might actually still be a thing)
  • “I recognize the counsel has made a decision. But given that it’s a stupid-ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it!” (this one I KNOW is still a thing)
  • “I understood that reference”
  • Crying forever over that deleted sequence of Steve learning that All My Friends Are Dead But Oh Hey Peggy’s Still Alive But I’m Too Afraid to Call Her and then going through the city being Forever Alone
  • The Superfamily AU where Steve and Tony raised a smol Peter Parker
  • Lokimania
  • holy
  • fucking
  • shit
  • I could probably make a separate post just for that but here goes
  • That famous Twitter convo where Tom Hiddleston and a Loki RPer were challenging each other and popularized “I DO WHAT I WANT”
  • I think like half his actual lines in the movie became memes on some level actually
  • “KNEEEEEEL”
  • “I am burdened with glorious purpose” and its many MANY remixes
  • “Tom sits like a whore” (aka what we called manspreading before that became A Problem)
  • L O K I ‘ D
  • The Loki’d Outtakes
  • Loki’d 2: The Return of Steve (like actually this was a real thing that happened)
  • Wendy
  • People coming together to make a fan book about Wendy for Tom’s birthday
  • That one picture of Tom in full Loki getup while holding Mjolnir and Cap’s shield
  • Loki and the Loon, the webcomic about Loki and Tom being roommates that spawned similar blogs for EVERY Avenger rooming with their actor. Almost none of them actually went anywhere, but the original Loki and the Loon was pretty great.
  • For real though, I’ve never seen any fandom obsession with an actor reach quite the fever pitch that we had with Tom Hiddleston, my god. Bendytoots probably came close though (this was before Ben’s Fall From Tumblr Grace. Tom is still well-regarded, but I think that part of the fandom has finally chilled out).
  • And lest we forget:
  • Tom in-character as Loki for SDCC (okay I’m pretty sure this one was later than 2012 but it was still a big fuckin deal when it happened)
  • SAAAYYY MYYY NAAAAAME!!!
La Douleur Exquise Pt 1 | Incubus!Yoongi AU

summary: in which you accidentally summon an incubus in the middle of your shitty apartment and he won’t leave until you agree to have sex with him. until then, min yoongi, incubus extraordinaire, is now your sexually promiscuous and grumpy roommate. aka, the incubus au no one fucking asked for.

warnings: demon summonings, lots of swearing, and a grumpy min yoongi (what’s new?)

genre: fluff, angst, humor, eventual smut (none in this chapter!)

words: 6.2K (FUCK!)

a/n: the preview got such good responses that I had to finish this right away! hope it stands up to your expectations! enjoy~ (pls ignore some grammatical mistakes; i still need to edit it a bit)

➵  part 1 (you’re here!) // part 2 // part 3 // part 4 (coming soon!)


In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea trying to recreate an ancient demon-summoning circle in the middle of your living room. If anyone asked you what had possessed you to do so regardless, you’d point fingers at your history professor for assigning the task in the first place. Although, you might concede that he didn’t technically ask you to assemble the summoning circle; all you were assigned to do was do some research about ancient summoning techniques with five to ten sources maximum. The problem with the assignment lied with the latter part of the requirements: the motherfucking references.

No matter how hard you tried to search for reliable photographs of professionally reenacted summoning circles, none of significant quality had popped up anywhere. You were seriously starting to consider attaching some DeviantArt fanart by the time you had reached page 67 on the Google search page.

In short, you were desperate—and desperation meant that you didn’t really think things through.

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Viktuuri Mafia!AU based on @drawverylittle‘s artwork. <3

Part 1 : It Starts With A Video

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Viktor loses count of how many times he hits rewind on the security tape. He’s numb to the whirring, hissing sound of the rewind. But the image is fuzzy. No matter how many times he goes back, home many times he pauses, he can’t quite see what he’s trying to focus on.

The man in the video is clearly young. At least Viktor assumes he is. The men with him are older, larger. Lackeys, for all intents and purposes. Security detail. The young man in the center is slight, his forearms exposed by the roll of his sleeves are slender, but even in the fuzzy image Viktor can tell a muscle cords beneath the skin. He’s no slouch.

The most Viktor can make out in the black and white video beyond that is black hair and a tattoo that stretches down the back of his forearms. But no amount of pausing, of staring, of getting so close to the screen the brightness is making him dizzy, has made him able to make out what that tattoo may be.

“Viktor!” Christophe whines from the desk beside him. “You’ve watched that tape hundreds of times. What else do you expect to see?”

“I can’t make out what is on his arms,” Viktor replies, pausing the video again. Is it another arm inked on to his own?
 
“You can barely make out anything,” Christophe points out with a sigh. “That’s the misfortune of having a security tape from these washed up casinos as evidence.”

Viktor leans back and sighs, leaving the video paused on the man reaching out with one of his tattooed arms to take a briefcase from the casino manager.

“I need a better picture.”

“Don’t we all.” Christophe rolls his eyes and pushes himself away from his desk. He’s already changed out of his uniform and into a well fitted, black button down. His sleeves are rolled up in a manner reminiscent of the mafia member Viktor can’t take his eyes off of. “How about you dwell on that another day and come out with me? We could both use a drink.”

Viktor shakes his head and flips open the file on his desk, pressing his fingers to his chin in contemplation. Newspaper clippings, witness testimony, images of property damage left behind are all they have to help them track down the newest member of the Russian mafia.

They say he’s Japanese. That he’s young. That he rose up the ranks in the Yakuza so quickly, so efficiently that no one questioned his reign. That the Russian mafia all but begged him to make his way up here, to resurrect their dying presence. But Viktor can’t quite tell fact from fiction yet.

Is this young man really Japanese or is he just another Russian member that was kept hidden from the press and the policy force? Is he here to stay or does he have a singular purpose? Has he really bitten someone’s ear off? Or torn out their eye? He suspects some of the rumors are just that… rumors. But he’s determined to find out which ones are rooted in truth.

“Go on without me,” Viktor tells Christophe, offering a weak smile. “Tonight I would only cramp your style.”

Christophe snorts and slams the file shut. “Viktor, your style is my style. You could never cramp it.” He pushes the file aside and loosens Viktor’s tie until he pulls it over his head. He flicks open the top few buttons of Viktor’s uniform. “None of this is going anywhere. Besides,” He grabs Viktor’s hand and pulls him out of his seat and Viktor gives up fighting. Christophe is too persistent to struggle against. “Maybe our little mafia man likes the clubs here too.”

Viktor chuckles and resigns himself to a night out. Christophe is right. He could use a drink, something that can distort his mind into forgetting the swipe of dark hair and black tattoos reaching down sure, confident arms.

anonymous asked:

Those anons are really strange. Like, why even come complain about that ship with you? Like, you mostly do Kiribaku, so I don't see their objective.

Oh probably because it’s just the same anon from before~ They like to go through my blog and see where they could maybe start discourse… I think they’re lost?

Either that or I suddenly have too many anons that are “not able to wrap their mind around things" right?