there's something about this i don't love

nothing is worse than making an effort to express genuine excitement for something for the first time in an extraordinarily long time, trying to share what made you excited with someone you trust, and have that someone blow you off

On Alisha Diphda

I love Alisha. I really do. In fact, she might actually be my favourite female character in Tales of Zestiria (it’s so hard to pick favourites in Zestiria, since everyone’s so amazing and lovable). She’s kind, responsible, and fully capable of standing up for her morals and doing what she believes is right. Her strength and resolve are truly inspiring, and despite everything she goes through, she somehow manages to keep pushing forward for what she believes is important to her and the people she cares about. I actually see a lot of myself in Alisha–her idealism and slight naivety are things I can relate to, and her strength and persistence remind me to keep my head up and never give up on the things I value and believe in.

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make me choose: captain swan in s4 or captain swan in s5?
→ asked by carolineeforbes

anonymous asked:

Why are you so in love with science? (not meant in a bad way, I'm just curious)

I guess it’s because science just sort of makes sense to me, on a fundamental level.

The processes of science and scientific analysis are very in line with how I see the world and how I think. I’ve always been a very sort of analytic thinker. Like I was the kid who always had to know why and was always questioning everything and always tries to explain everything (to the point that I was, at time, a very obnoxious child). 

I like facts. I like seeing how things fit together. I like sorting through things and finding the bigger picture and then seeing how the individual details slot into it. 

It’s how I make sense of the world I guess. Trying to find an explanation for things I don’t understand. It’s why I was never good at being religious but am fascinated by the history of religion and how it creates and is created by society. 

And it goes beyond the purely natural and physical sciences. I feel similarly about the social sciences and history and anything that relies on critical analysis. 

On a fundamental level I want to know why. And science, at it’s core, is an attempt to answer that question. 

About the comic

Look. It’s all fun and games to joke about the lateness but please for the love of God be patient and understanding! Comics are hard (esp long good ones) and something may have occurred that caused another setback.

Also, please be kind to Mr. Pinkerton. Don’t you dare send him any hate or bash him because guess what? Nothing works out perfectly, dates aren’t always correct, and the man is under some real stress. I know it’s getting ridiculous. I know. But please be strong a little bit more and cut him some slack 

Be thankful he’s making it in the first place ya know? Valve could easily decide to stop making the comic.


“I’m sorry, Dean… I didn’t know who else to call…” There was no stopping the hot tears that spilled down my cheeks. I wasn’t even sure what I was crying about any more. The copious amounts of alcohol I had been encouraged to consume clouded my mind and blurred my vision. I couldn’t remember what had happened that left me sitting in a parking lot by myself, but I was sure of one thing. He was here to save me. Dean was crossing the space between us with urgency, his eyes wide and his brow creased in concern.  

“Y/N! Are you okay? Did anyone hurt you?! I swear to god if anyone laid a hand on you…” Dean hurriedly removed his jacket and folded it around my shaking body. The brightness from the Impala’s headlights was glaring off my flashy, short dress and the heels I held in one hand. I felt ashamed and childlike, desperately wiping the moisture from my face. He didn’t seem to notice my embarrassment. He was too preoccupied with searching my body for any signs that I had been injured. Overwhelming relief washed over me. He was here, it was all over.

“I’m okay, now that you’re here.” I choked back another sob and fell forward into Dean’s arms. His warmth felt like home to me. For the first time that night I felt safe and content. Dean pulled me tighter to his chest and spread a wide hand over the back of my hair. I could feel the anxiety in the way he squeezed me close. His breath came as a shaky sigh when he spoke again, this time the words more stern.

“You never, ever hesitate to call me when you’re scared. I would never forgive myself if…” He paused and I could feel a small shudder rock his body before he continued. “Come on, let’s get you home”

p.s. This whole situation is probably giving him flashbacks to the time his dad saved him from that bar in New York.

France/Canada Fic: 30 hits

France/Canada w/ England/America subplot: 150 hits 


Originally posted by bathtalia


I want to be the mirror that reminds you to love yourself. 
I want to be the air in your lungs that reminds you to breathe.
When the walls come down, when the thunder rumbles, when nobody else is home, hold my hand, and I promise I won’t let go. x


wow so i said i’d do something for 300 followers and i think i just hit 400 sometime today?? i’m probably making too big a thing out of this, but i’ve only had this blog for about a month and half, so even this much support was so surprising, but also super welcome :-) ilysm guys, thanks to each of my followers for helping me get this far <3

i’d like to give a special shoutout to @charllesmacaulay for being my awesome and hella encouraging intro to social mythology tumblr things!! honestly brittany, without you, i wouldn’t ever have had the courage to create stuff of my own, thank you <33

also shoutout to people i feel like i can actually call my friends lmao ( @constllations / @daniellewlds / @gansgay / @kingcnsey / @richavdpapen / @svcredstars ) i know i can be trash at keeping in contact, but ily kids!!!

bold - faves, italics - mutuals!

a - f

@aaronminyxrd, @achills, @aconissa, @alyxhathaway11, @andrewminyrd, @aphroditce, @areswrath, @ashryvaer, @asteriea, @atwells, @calliophies, @cassiophea, @ciirce, @cronusfallen, @danwilds, @dstoevsky, @elcntiya, @empyrreal, @eurydse, @evahns, @fayrearcheron, @fyeahmyths 

g - m

@glendowers, @gnseysblue, @horridheart, @hynpos, @hypvlon, @illuminosity, @inkmagician, @julietcapulaet, @kaitegecko, @kerouc, @kilornwarrcn, @lavnderlesbian, @lxcuna, @mnemosyhne,  @movntolympus, @mythaelogy, @mythsapphic

n - z

@nickyhemmick, @pahtrohclus, @persrephone, @perxephne, @pmegranate, @pureblud, @pxrsephonie, @rhaellas, @ryhysand, @silkensquall, @siriusorion, @softheat, @softjespers, @softkings, @softmccree, @tpersephone, @wrathofmorrigan, @wxldhunt

Why are they like this?

What the hell did Harry whisper to Louis?

Why does Harry look like he’s about to pounce on Louis?

Why did Harry kiss Louis on the cheek on stage in front of everyone and couldn’t wait until the show was done?  And what did he whisper before he kissed him on the cheek?

How did they go from throwing chocolate coins at each other to Harry telling Louis to kiss him?

Two Prompt Tuesday #10

Originally posted by ethereal-spacefriend

Prompt Winners: Write about three things he could never tell her; Sam. 

Word Count: 670. 

Warnings: None. 

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I don’t know what it was, but about eighteen months ago the entire city needed (and possibly got) intergalactic medical attention.