these two are the light of my life

so it turns out the first big world you get to explore in Mass Effect: Andromeda, in an unknown and unexplored galaxy, 600 light years away… is based on the town I live in. I just paid $60 to spend 5 hours running around a computer simulation of my actual backyard. Eos is just Arches National Park: Space Version. 

the game (top) vs actual hikes I have been on recently (bottom two). like. i cannot describe the irony of staying indoors all day to play a videogame while all my housemates went hiking in the landscape this videogame is trying to simulate. thanks bioware. 

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Lauren Cherie Southern is a Canadian Conservatorian, Civil Nationalist, patriot, activist, book author, political commentator, YouTube personality and writer. She created content for The Rebel Media, a Canadian Conservative online media company, until March 2017 when she went on her own independently into the Alternative Media.

Southern ran as a candidate for the Libertarian Party of Canada in the 2015 Canadian federal election.


Going Independent

Published on Mar 9, 2017

Hey guys, thanks so much for sticking around! I’ll be starting to upload regularly in a week or two - just need to get all the equipment and sort my life out!

I GOT WHITE HOUSE PRESS ACCESS?!

Published on Mar 15, 2017

I’m still figuring out all the sound, lighting and editing so bear with me. Quality is only going up from here! :)




LAUREN SOUTHERN APPRECIATION POST. The future of media and the death of the dying dinosaur Liber Media Complex 

#KillOffTheEstablishmentCorporateMedia

Real Reason 2016 Sucked

What if the years are correlating with the tarot cards of the same numbers? 16 is the number of The Tower, which is about a drastic life altering painful change taking place. But it’s also about foundations being broken, destruction to old ways, and a sudden change to everything. 2015? Another year agreed to royally suck? The Devil aligns with the tarot card 15, common readings say it’s about self entrapment, addictions, ego ran thoughts, hopelessness, and other negative patterns effecting one’s life.
2017 being 17 would alrign with The Star, a card about new beginnings and hopefulness, finding the light at the end of the tunnel so to speak. It has connotations believed to be about inner peace, inspiration, acceptance and higher vibrations.

Of course this is just a silly theory but it gives me hope for the new year (and looking back at my own choices and experiences the last two years align pretty tightly with the cards)

anonymous asked:

lance,,, Keith,,,, the lights of my life,,,, where are your shades or safety glasses on that motorcycle,,,, you will get dirt or rocks in your eyes,,, (I'm not trying to be rude and point out mistakes btw. this isn't meant to offend in anyway, I'm just trying to encourage good safety procedures. I see a lot of art where they don't have things covering their eyes and that's really dangerous)

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LMAO, it is so true, noni!!
No offense taken at all, you are absolutely right XD
 and safety is the most important part (and keith should know it)

Mirror, Mirror

[Background. we are in a fire temple fighting two dumb (yet intelligent enough to speak) Flame lions, and our monk cat/bird hybrid who was a slave most of his life gets a hold of a mirror. it went as such]

Monk: Guys! why didn’t you tell me this thing has an alternate dimension me inside of it! D0NT W0RRY ILL SAVE Y0U

Warrior: Dude that’s just your reflection

Monk: Whats a reflection?

Warrior: It absorbs the light around it to make a similar image

Monk: Light? IT’S TAKING MY S0UL?!

Warrior: no it’s just-

Monk: -flies over to the monsters- Dudes look at this shit

Monster: Don’t show that to us! It’ll take our souls!!

Monk: oh fuck! -throws it to the warrior-

Rouge: -takes the mirror from the warrior and makes a reflective spot on the ground-

Monk: -being a dumb cat proceeds to try and catch the spot-

Monsters: -they do the same-

-Through this they became friends and refused to fight us. being dumb pays off in spades-

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Reader x Mikaelson family

Requested By Anon


The scream that cut through the night was deafening, lights throughout New Orleans shattered and even the Originals were forced to their knees. As Klaus recovered he helped Rebekah to her feet and made his way to Elijah.

 

“That cannot be anything good.” Elijah sighed as he finally found his footing and fixed his cufflinks.

 

“Well while you two stand here mulling over the meaning of life, I shall be looking for whatever has the audacity to try and blow out my ear drums.” Rebekah sighed and headed down stairs, the men quickly following.

 

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anonymous asked:

so in the opposite ham au instead of say no to this would it just be something like Raria is maybe two dollars short in the store and Hlex gives her a couple bucks because he's nice and she asks if Hlex if he's single cause he's cute and he's just like "No, I have the most amazing wife and the light of my life, but I'm flattered!" and thats the end of that.

CANON

  • Yuu: hey, guys? Mika and I have something to confess... We're gay and dating each other
  • Shinoa: yeah, so?
  • Kimizuki: you've been dating for like, what? 4 years?
  • Mitsuba: you were extremely obvious
  • Yuu: uh no? We've been dating for only 2 days
  • Shinoa: bro, look into my eyes. It's either you two have been dating for the past 4 months or making out is a friendship thing now. No homo, right?
  • Yuu: we weren't making out! We were just trying a new blood-drinking technique. It was all for Mika's sake!
  • Shinoa: for Mika???
  • Yuu: yeah? Why are you looking at me like that?
  • Shinoa: because, if I remember correctly, you are the one who said "hey, Mika, love of my life, light of my eyes-
  • Yuu: I did not say that-
  • Shinoa: "I want to try something new", grabbed Mika's face and kissed him fiercely until his fangs pierced your lips
  • Yuu: I just thought he would be more comfortable with drinking my blood that way!
  • Shinoa: whatever you say, Yuu-san
  • Yoichi: hey guys, we shouldn't be so hard on them. Yuu-kun, I'm glad you finally realized you were dating Mika!
  • Yuu: thank you, I'm- hold on, WE WEREN'T DATING
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(previous photosets: six feet underground | lovers by love | how to be a monster | not a weakness | light, hope, sun, stars | your demons were wildfires | heroes of our time | it’s all you know | this skin is tainted | the times he’s smiled | impossible | watch me rise | i wanted to tell you | more than his own life | forever | what is stronger | i am the dragon | fight me | two people you’ll meet)

Crave

Crave

Word count: 4.8k

Genre: smut, angst, fluff

This was a request from @ilovekpopx - I know I told you it would be awhile but my computer is being looked at so I wrote this on my phone. Anyway hope you like it.    


You and Jungkook had been friends since high school. You two met freshman year, having ended up taking every class together that first semester. You thought you were basically meant to be friends.

You were glad you two had become friends because Jungkook had brought such light into your life. He was slightly younger than you so you tended to call him kid, a lot, much to his dismay. You liked being older than him though, you thought of yourself as a big sister, a guardian. Although now you two were in college and he wasn’t so young and innocent anymore.

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Red hair, don’t care ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Beyoncé hovers into her bedroom, home a few hours early from her mentoring session with Tupac Shakur; she catches Jay in bed with Becky with the Good Hair™. The lights in the room flicker. She calmly turns to exit, then pauses at the door to look over her shoulder at the two–they stare back both wide eyed, already starting to feel the decaying effects of dematerialization. Beyoncé parts her lips to speak, her face serene, “Jay, you have hurt me like no other, and I will never be able to forget this. But only for my love of our daughter will I allow you to earn back your life. You will start by witnessing the production of my next album–of which you will have no part–a twelve piece visual memoir detailing your senseless betrayal and infidelity and exactly how I will rise. I will turn these lemons you have given to me into lemonade. And you will smile and thank me as you drink every last drop.”

Meanwhile, one thousand miles away, Solange jerks awake, already feeling her physical attacks becoming stronger.

I’d been waiting, just waiting for things to improve, expecting that they wouldn’t. I expected to be pushed to the brink where I would cut it off completely, so I kept waiting. I waited one month…two, with things going up and down faster than a rollercoaster. All of a sudden, it happened. My waiting was rewarded. Not by pushing me to the brink, but by things getting infinitely better. I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, and I saw the love in his eyes. I learnt then that it is always about those who will sit out the wait, every challenging second of it, because they will have deserved it. And it is worth it. It is always worth it.
—  jadeprincess13 
“Unsteady”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Inspired by X Ambassador’s “Unsteady”, this is the narrative of two people’s love being tested after a heartbreakingly fatal decision is made.

for the brilliant @sebbytrash.

warning/note: implications of suicide

Tears blind your eyes as you watch his chest rise and fall, oxygen entering his body with the assistance of a machine. For a man whose body is manipulated to be strong and agile at the zenith of human potential, he looks frail and weak lying on the hospital bed with all of the needles poking into him.

“BUCKY, PLEASE” you screamed in pain. You latched yourself onto the ledge, hoping that pushing off the small concrete wall would give you more support. Panicked adrenaline pumped through your body as you grabbed Bucky’s hand with all of the strength you could muster.

Bucky looked up, a sad calmness reflecting in his eyes. It was scary he didn’t look like a man who’s dangling off the edge of a tall building. It was as if he was ready for the imminent conclusion of his life. His eyes were tired, a result of the wary defeat that had emotionally pounded him into pieces. Somehow he mustered up a small smile.

You fiddle with the simple band on your left finger, distracting yourself from the tears fighting to stream down your cheek. Leaning your side against the glass window, you take another systematically deep breath, your ribcage hurting as you force yourself to inhale and exhale.

Sweat beaded on your forehead as you pleaded for him to keep hanging on. “Place your foot on that structure and swing your body over! I’ll pull you over and - Oh God, please Bucky! Please don’t give up now!”

“Doll, just let go,” Bucky exclaimed. “I don’t belong here and -”

Blood rushed through your ears and your eyes darkened with desperate anger. “Don’t let go! Please don’t let go! I am begging you!”

A strong gust of wind blew by and you screamed as Bucky’s body visibly sways. “BUCKY!”

“(Y/N), doll. I’m so sorry, but -”

If you love me, don’t let go! PLEASE!”

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