they will be one day

On the radio: Today is Interntional men’s day

My mum: What on earth for??

Me: Idk…I guess they can have their day?? 

 Mum: No thanks. They’ve had their thousands of years. 

 Me: Damn mum. 


Originally posted by thehollywoodcanteen

My Chemical Romance Warped Tour 2018

Before I say anything else, I’m completely AGAINST this. We, the fans, must respect the choice that MCR took. We cannot allow that other fans are pushing this onto the guys. They just weren’t happy.

If you haven’t heard, fans of My Chemical Romance want a reunion for the final Warped Tour. But the thing is, the boys decided to break up the band because of personal reasons. Yes, it would be nice for a reunion, but they weren’t happy. They’re happy now and we need to respect their choice. It absolutely infuriates me that the fans are acting this way.

We should be happy and content that My Chemical Romance was around for a while. Of course we’re not conent, but DON’T PUSH THEM INTO SOMETHING. The boys are with their families and whether their truly happy or not, we must let them be. They are people too. They’re just like us, only that they made music.

I, em0weirdo, cried for about an hour because I had read that they were “going to get back together”. But as I read more articles and newsletters, I realized that this is what the fans want. I realized that people are trying to push and pressure them into the reunion, which absolutely disappointing and rude of the fans. We need to understand:

My Chemical Romance broke up and it is the boys’ choice to reunite or not.

I was absolutely furious when I was scrolling through Instagram and seeing these posts of how they want the boys to get back together.

I am so furious that I needed to make a post about the subject on Tumblr.

I hope that fans can try to understand the boys’ point of views.



The Coroner’s Gambit (Original Take)

When death came calling today
I heard the gentle grace of his cadences
I couldn’t say no
I couldn’t say no

When he showed me his new silk scarves
Laid out on a shiny black plastic tray
Couldn’t say, couldn’t say, couldn’t say, couldn’t say, couldn’t say no
I couldn’t say no

And I’m sorry I couldn’t
You know how badly I wanted to
Didn’t want, didn’t want, didn’t want, didn’t want, didn’t wanna lose you

But his smile was dazzling
And his eyes were sparkling
Like moonlight on the water at midnight
Couldn’t say, couldn’t say, couldn’t say, couldn’t say, couldn’t say, couldn’t say no
I couldn’t say no

from The Coroner’s Gambit (2000)

This is not the best quality, but I am so damn happy with the current state of this sketch that I decided I needed to post it! (and why not make it a video, huh? what was I thinking?? X”D) I’ve been too negative again lately, for which I’m sorry Finished sketch coming up soon-ish! Keep an eye out for it ;)


901122 ♡ the happiest of birthdays to our sunshine, our happiness, our leader, seo eunkwang! thank you for always brightening my day and being the most thoughtful and caring bun boy in the whole world. with you in my life, every day is a beautiful one and i will treasure that feeling forever. lots of love to the moon and back *:·゚✧

Dragon Age is so important to me because I found it at a time in my life when I was terribly depressed and convinced I would never write again. Circumstances had led me to lose all interest in the world around me, and all confidence in my writing abilities. I told myself that everyone who had ever encouraged me along the way had been lying to me because they didn’t want to hurt my feelings, and it was embarrassing for me to even keep trying. It was time to give up on fantasies and live in the real world. 

And then I played Inquisition and it impacted me greatly. Inspired for the first time in years, I plunged ahead and - and DA2 was even a more powerful experience for me. I can’t even begin to describe what the Kirkwall gang did for me on a personal level, but on a more obvious one - I wrote Friendly Concern, and then The Other Inquisitor. I turned this into a writing blog, and spent the first November of this new life writing every day for the first time in years.

I don’t know if I’ll ever finish another original novel, or if I do, if I’ll ever write one that gets published. But I get to write every day - I want to write every day - and when people write to me and tell me that it made them happy, it made their day better, it helped them through something, then I’m reminded that it doesn’t matter if I’m making a living off writing: I’m helping people. That’s important. Even on my worst days, when the anxiety and depression strikes hard, and things go bad at work, I’m still more content than I’ve ever been in my adult life, and I owe that to Dragon Age. 


Remembering Gene Tierney on her birthday.

November 19th 1920November 6th 1991

Everyone should see Hollywood once, I think, through the eyes of a teenage girl who has just passed a screen test.


@hazirart and I also did a collab together for @bookdancerfics Spideytorch Big Bang Fic The Long Road Home

Each one of us did one lineart and coloured the lineart of the other (hazir’s lineart is the one on top, mine’s bottom) 

As you can see, hazir is just FRIGGIN AMAZING at colouring! Seriously, just take a look at this, the colouring is just so awesome, isn’t it? It’s so vibrant (๑♡⌓♡๑) Also, look at how expressive the faces in hazir’s lineart are!

I’m really so happy I got the chance to do this collab \(^o^)/


I am new to the Drarry Squad and to Tumblr and I can’t even express how much fun I have had interacting with you all and being embraced as part of this spectacular fandom! To celebrate this first milestone, here is an excerpt of a longer fic that I am working on…well, working on when I can drag myself away from Tumblr…

Draco settled into his desk and started prepping the files he would need to complete the paperwork from his last mission. Thankfully the Weasel was out of the office today training and Draco reveled in the quiet environment.

Just as he pulled out the appropriate form and set to writing, the office door loudly swung open and Potter entered. Of course he hadn’t bothered to knock, and of course he didn’t say anything as he trudged to the couch in the office and heavily sat down.

Draco had yet to get used to the brutish “manners” Potter exhibited. Potter and the Weasel both had no sense of propriety and it irritated Draco to no end.

Potter grunted and pointed toward Ron’s desk with a quizzical look.

“Honestly Potter, are words too much to ask for? Weasley is doing his training today.” At Harry’s confused look, Draco pointedly rolled his eyes “He won’t be in the office…” Harry’s blank look didn’t clear “I was planning to quietly work on paperwork” the dismissal was heavy in the air, but of course Potter didn’t pick up on it. Instead, he sighed and laid his head back on the couch, closing his eyes.

Draco was perturbed that Potter hadn’t made a move to leave, but yet found himself staring at his exposed throat, slightly lighter than the surrounding skin, he noticed. He traced Potter’s strong jaw with his eyes and tried very hard to pretend he didn’t want to trace it with his tongue. Merlin, Potter was good looking. Internally shaking himself Draco bitingly said “Don’t you ever go home, Potter?”

Harry opened his eyes and trained a weary glance at Draco. They had been in the habit of verbally sparing with each other and though he wanted to say something smart back, he was simply too exhausted – so instead, the truth came out “Not if I can help it, no” he said in a weak puff of air.

Draco startled a little at the truthful admission. Quickly, he covered it with another quip “Oh, no one to pester at home, then?” Harry continued to look at him with weary eyes and he became uncomfortably aware that he was likely closer to the truth than he intended.  

Harry’s eyes closed once more and very much against his will, Draco softened. Quietly, he said “You look tired, was it a rough night at St. Mungo’s?”

Harry swallowed and once again trained his eyes on Draco “Yes. A torture case. He didn’t make it.”

Draco didn’t have to ask to know how hard this was on Harry. It was written in the painful crease of his eyes, the bone-weary set of his shoulders, and the fact that he still hadn’t moved, despite knowing that Ron wouldn’t be coming. Draco stood up and swept out of the office. When he returned moments later, Harry hadn’t moved an inch.

Draco gently settled on the opposite end of the sofa and quietly cleared his throat. Harry slid his eyes open a crack to glance at Draco, and then startled, he opened them wide. Draco pushed a mug of tea toward Harry and he gratefully accepted it. His eyes quickly shot to Draco once more as he realized his tea was prepared exactly as he liked it – strong, with a splash of milk. Harry opened his mouth, but before he could say anything Draco drawled “You’re here nearly every day, I am capable of picking up on some things” and walked quickly back to his desk.

Draco, in what he hoped was a nonchalant voice asked “Are you planning on staying here a bit then?”

Harry looked over at Draco and was struck at how clear and bright his grey eyes were, even as a slight frown lit his face. “I suppose I could head home, Merlin knows I need sleep, but…”

The unspoken words hung in the air. Draco had once heard the Weasel and the Weaslette talking quietly in the office, when they thought he wasn’t paying attention, about Harry’s nightmares that never went away after the war and were always made worse by cases he couldn’t help, even though he was the best healer at St. Mungo’s. Draco knew about nightmares. He had them more often than was decent. The only times he didn’t reliably have nightmares were when he couldn’t take it anymore and took a Dreamless Sleep potion.

Draco cleared his thoughts with an imperceptible shake of his head “Like I said, I was planning on a quiet day of paperwork…you’re welcome to rest on the couch until you feel well enough to go home, if you want.”

Harry’s brows knit together as he finished the last of the tea and levitated the cup to Ron’s desk. He looked back at Draco, his eyes searching for Merlin-knows-what. Draco had to work harder than he would admit to keep his face impassive as he fought down an annoying spike of caring for the handsome brute in his office. Harry sighed and murmured a thanks as he shifted further down into the couch and promptly fell asleep.

Shiro Week: day 1: space

He’s seven.

The stars are calling him.  They dance like music for his eyes.  He knows he is supposed to be in bed, that he’s supposed to be sleeping like the good boy his mother reaffirmed he was as she tucked him into bed and smoothed back his hair and kissed his forehead.  He likes being a good boy.  He likes making his mama happy and proud of him.  But…

the stars are calling him.  And finally, after what seems like a fight with himself of hours but was probably only a minute tops, he slips out from under the cover, small bare feet immediately cold as they drop to the tatami mat and he pads, as quietly as a five year old who’s used to behaving can, over to the window.

They’re staying at his grandfather’s house.  It’s a good house and an old one and there are lots of corners to explore and places to hide in and around it.  But, more importantly Shiro has suddenly realized, his grandfather’s house is far from the city and - he has never seen so many stars in all his life, not even if he put them all together from every previous night he’s sure.  He wants to go outside, wants to let his eyes hear them better - but its cold and he knows that slipping out of the house is so much badder than just slipping out of bed.  So he stays in his room but he crawls up onto the chest that’s pushed under the window and he curls his legs up and wraps his arms around them and leans.  The glass of the window is cold against his thin body but - it seems to fit the way the stars sound in his eyes.  As if only something cold could look so sharp and hard and beautiful.  He stays up all night long, wide eyed watching the stars.  Or perhaps he stays up a full half hour at least before sleep wins after his exciting day of discoveries.  He wakes up warm and tucked back into his bed in the morning and for a second he thinks maybe he made the stars up in his head.  Because his mother doesn’t scold him when he comes down for breakfast but, at the wise old age of seven, he knows he didn’t get back in his bed by himself.  No one says anything though, the way they would have if they’d caught him out of bed past bedtime.  So maybe the stars were a fairy tale, like kitsune and kappa, and when he thinks it, he feels as if he’s lost something except he can’t explain what it is.

Later that day however, his grandfather calls him into his study and Takashi creeps carefully in, because its the one room in the entire house he’s not allowed to go into without an adult.  Except his grandfather is standing next to a metal triangle almost as tall as he is and there’s a stool next to it.  His grandfather doesn’t smile, because his grandfather never smiles, but he gestures Takashi over and onto the stool and puts Takashi’s very small hands on the cold metal with his larger colder ones over them and that is how Takashi is introduced to telescopes.

He receives a new one every year for his birthday, each one more sophisticated and more capable than the last, like clockwork without fail, until the last year of his grandfather’s life, the year before Takashi is accepted into the Galaxy Garrison.  But by then they’ve already done their job.

Takashi Shirogane is in love with the stars.  And one day, he promises, he will get close enough to hear them with his ears as well as his eyes.