thinking about the good old days

yo

alright so I just watched the ninjago: decoded thing??

THAT LAST EPISODE GOT ME SHOOK

with the defeating the overlord with the good memories and…god the good old days were shown!

ALSO THE OVERLORD?? holy shit??? he came back through zane @spinning-ninjas au wooaahhh

plus clouse’s snake technically came back ish. is that was cole was fighting outside the cave? that was actually pretty insane if you think about it—that would make it the second time he beat it.

they also did a mini high five montage which was surprisingly cute.

guess who high fives each other the most?

COLE N JAY LETS GO

all in all that was…pretty…good. it felt long—it was long, 100 minutes of practically reruns with some new dialogue. all in-character as hell. cole going out to fight, fucking up, kai wanting to help, nya being suuuuper fucking smart (bless her), jay kinda just fucking with kai as usual, zane being like “haha, no, im fine….everything’s fine”…classic.

so yes I encourage y'all to download the CN app for like a day and just go through the 11 minute episodes. they’re good, and it’s a nice walk down memory lane.

anonymous asked:

If you could be any Tolkien character, who would you be? Who do you think you are actually most like?

Well, in the past some complimentary people in the fandom have said that I remind them of Fingon, and that’s a pretty good fit for me I think. Though truly in personality I think I most resemble (and would probably like to be) Gandalf. I’m old, grumpy, constantly exasperated by the inane shenanigans that go on about me, my best mate is a horse, I have many animal friends, I love going on adventures, I love fireworks, I am normally very nice but can be quite intimidating when needed, I would totally scream dramatic one-liners at a demon and then fight it to the death… There’s just a lot of similarity there, and at the end of the day Gandalf gets to go into the West with Shadowfax and I absolutely adore that ending, so yep, I’d be Gandalf :D

Colour Asks

RED
Crimson - What was an event that’s shaped you to be who you are today?
Light Pink - Do you have stuffed animals?
Blush - Are you single?
Amaranth - What’s your favourite emotion?
Cherry Blossom - How are you feeling right now?
Hollywood Cerise - What are your ambitions?
Razzmatazz - Favourite TV Show?
Rose - Where do you feel most comfortable?
French Rose - What is your favourite flavour?
Cameo Pink - Favourite movie?

ORANGE
Buff Orange - Would you consider yourself athletic?
Burnt Sienna - Favourite smell?
Melon - Do you like to dance?
Carrot - Do you bake?
Copper - What is your favourite kind of day?
Orangeade - When do you feel alive?
Gamboge - Where do you want to travel?
Peach - Favourite texture/s?
Vermillion - How brave are you?
Bittersweet Shimmer - What is your favourite memory?

YELLOW
Flax - Do you like going to the beach?
Wheat - Who can you trust the most?
Laser Lemon - What kind of phone do you have?
Gold - Are you high maintenance?
Mellow Yellow - How calm are you?
Unmellow Yellow - How high energy are you?
Papaya Whip - How honest are you?
Transparent Yellow - Would you consider yourself to be special?
Canary - Favourite song?
Reed Yellow - Do you play an instrument?

GREEN
Pear - Where do you feel rested?
Olive - What is your favourite food?
Fern - Favourite plant?
Moss - Are you quiet or loud?
Tea green - How do you relax?
Celadon - Dream job?
Harlequin - Can you act?
Malachite - Do you speak more than one language?
Mantis - Favourite animal?
Seafoam Green - Do you like water?

BLUE
Sky Blue - Would you ever want to fly?
Periwinkle - Would you want to breathe underwater?
Powder Blue - Or control the weather?
Liberty - Become the president/prime minister?
Space Cadet - Become an astronaut?
Celeste - Have perfect pitch?
Eton Blue - Become invisible?
Indigo - Become immortal?
Iris - Grow plants at will?
Whispering Blue - Or teleport?

PURPLE
Lilac - Would you want kids?
Lavender - What is your favourite time of day?
Mulberry - Could you betray someone?
Eminence - Favourite sounds?
Palatinate - Do you think you’ll make it to 100 years old?
Prune - Do you ever think about dying?
Fandango - Do you spontaneously start singing sometimes?
Thistle - If you could become wise, rich, or intelligent, which would you rather?
Mauve - What would you name your kids/pets?
Royal Purple - What’s your favourite emotion?

OTHERS
Cream - If you had 1 day left to live, what would you do?
Silver - Are you a good person?
Ecru - How do you feel about the world today?
Auburn - Favourite colour?
White - Do you own lots of makeup?
Black - What is the greatest success of your life so far?
Bronze - Would you follow my blog?
Pink Nectar - What’s your aesthetic?
Sepia - Do you like photography?

MOON SIGNS !!! (use ur moon and enjoy💕)

Aries moon: LOUD AF. Have a lot of things to say but stay quiet because they don’t want to bother people. Loyal to their loved ones and would do anything to protect them. Independent and self-sufficient, they the type of people to ask for something and when the person they asked for it takes too long (more than 30 sec bc aries moon are impatient) they go get it themselves and say “Nevermind! I already did it by myself”. They are like scorpio moons but they smile more and look less creepy.

Taurus moon: aesthetic™ soft voice, always there for you when you need something. The one to be full of surprises that make you feel as if you just met your soulmate. Basically, the ones that are always there for a hug. Cute texts with hearts.

Gemini moon: look like they dont give a fuck but they do. Really cute when you get to know them. If you ever hang out with them you will NEVER feel bored because they can talk about any topic. Smart ass. Flirty with you but then will tell you about their crush and you will feel stupid because you thought you were the one.

Cancer moon: when they drunk and you are drunk expect them to be protecting and taking care of you. Probably cooks super great. Can bear with anything, one of the strongest people. Has a big heart and doesnt always let bad situations get the best of them. Forgiving souls.

Leo moon: know how to make you laugh 24/7. If they like you, expect them to touch you always and make sure everybody know you are theirs. Gets extremely offended if you say something bad about them, even if you are joking around. Probably watching anime all day. Everytime they go out their house is an adventure. Have multiple squads.

Virgo moon: calm a minute, laughing really hard the next minute. That kid in class that stays quiet for hours but when they see an opportunity they drag you in front of everybody. Says the truth out of nowhere. Not that funny, they just calm 24/7, but inside they probably thinking of their future and sex.

Libra moon: hard to make them angry but when you do, RUN! Yes, indecisive, but it is because they analize everything and can see some solutions other people cant even imagine about, and thats a good thing. Poker face but they are funny and their laugh is even funnier. That friend that texts you memes all day to comfort you.

Scorpio moon: stares at an unexistent point and looks like their pet just died. Can appear really funny but just because you tell them something funny, not because they are having a great time. Always ready to fight somebody that comes to them. Even if you stare at their eyes for minutes, first, you will never know what they are feeling, and second, probably you wont last 1 minute staring at them because they will scare you the fuck up when they tell you “What?” With their calm voice.

Sagittarius moon: goofy af, that kid in class that makes jokes with teachers. Always looking carefree and as if they cant kill a fly, but dont provoke them. Hate when people tell them to shut up. Loves getting head.

Capricorn moon: the boss™. Look like they have their shit together but they dont, most of the time. When they cry, they do it alone. Can intimidate you with one stare. When they grow up they start to feel (finally) how it is to be a child, because they grew up too fast. Learns easily anything. If they trust you, you lucky. Protect themselves from anything. Mental “to-do list” of the day or their future.

Aquarius moon: they arent emotionless, they just dont have the need to be on their feelings 24/7 and let that ruin their days or even their life. Loves animals. Can do anything if they think about it and work hard for it. The ones that will support you on anything, and the ones to hype you up if you are the hoe friend. They dont talk/text to you everyday, but when yall see each other its like you get in touch with your old self and you feel happy and lucky to have them in your life.

Pisces moon: suffers a lot and hides it. Probably writes about memories, either good or bad. Cant accept when they have done something bad. Look like as if they are in another universe. If their friend suffers, they suffer a little too. The type of friend to see you for a few seconds and ask you “whats wrong?” Because they have sensed something is happening and affecting you.

ouma is already a problem, but I’ll never get over little kiibo;; hang in there saihara! 

We talk a lot about Yuuri having to reconcile his idea of Viktor with the real Viktor–that is, Yuuri has this flawless, wonderful ideal of Viktor in his head which has to sort of be cut down to fit the person that Viktor really is. Which is a healthy part of their relationship, and which I completely agree is something Yuuri has to face at some point during that first summer.

But I think there’s also something to be said about Yuuri realizing that some of the horrible things he’s heard about Viktor through the skating community grapevine are not so true.

Yuuri, despite what he says, is much closer to is idol than most people ever get. If Viktor is a movie star, Yuuri is the secondary character–he’s there, and a lot of people definitely know he’s there, and he knows enough people who also know Viktor for the gossip mill to really get churnin sometimes.

I also think that at the back of every person who has ever had a celebrity crush’s mind is a little voice saying, “Never meet your heroes,” and Yuuri Katsuki is terrified of that little voice, and it contributes to the distance he keeps from Viktor–because at some point, that much distance from someone you’re facing off against in international competitions has got to be just a little bit purposeful.

So cue Viktor coming into his life all of a sudden one day, and all Yuuri can think about are the terrible awful no good very bad things people have told him about Viktor and the kind of person Viktor is.

“Fuck Viktor Nikiforov,” an older skater had told him after Skate America, six glasses into a box of wine and bitter as hell about missing the podium. “No, really, fuck him. The Russians are paying off the ISU to keep him at the top. He isn’t even that talented. I hear–I hear he doesn’t even train. I hear he just shows up and fucking does whatever and they give him gold because he’s Viktor Nikiforov.”

“I…don’t think…” Yuuri frowned at his own glass of wine. “I mean…that couldn’t be true.” He glances at Phichit next to him. “Could it?”

“Sour grapes,” Phichit advises, and Yuuri isn’t as familiar with English idioms at that point, so he thinks Phichit is talking about the wine.

Yuuri mostly forgets about it, but somewhere in the back of his mind–he can’t stop thinking about it. He watches and rewatches Viktor’s old programs and wonders to himself if the reason he thinks they’re so good is because he’s watching them through rose-tinted glasses.

Yuuri and Phichit are suffering through finals and trying to survive through twenty-hour days of nothing but studying and skating. They lay themselves on the bleachers one afternoon while they’re supposed to be doing warm ups.

“What if I just quit school and became and underwater basket weaver,” Yuuri mumbles directly into the metal seat of the bleacher. “That would be fine, right?”

“WWVND,” Phichit replies. “What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do.”

“You’re right,” Yuuri sighs.

“Viktor Nikiforov is dumber than a box of rocks,” says of the other members of the club as she skates by. “You know he never even finished high school? I mean, what counts as high school in a country like Russia. The guy probably thinks two plus two equals borscht.”

“That’s not…” Yuuri smushes his nose against the bleacher. “Hey, that’s not…”

“FUCK OFF OLIVIA,” Phichit shrieks across the rink, and Celestino definitely hears. They have to do twenty minutes of line drills. 

“What Would Viktor Nikiforov Do, right boys?” asks Olivia as she watches Yuuri try not to heave after Celestino finally releases them from their Sisyphean torture.

“I’m gonna fucking kill her,” Phichit says, and he sounds so deeply serious that Yuuri is sincerely worried.

Several weeks later, someone mentions Viktor within earshot of Phichit and he jokingly says, “Watch what you say, that’s Yuuri’s future husband you’re talking about,” and it sort of makes Yuuri want to hit him but mostly makes Yuuri blush.

“Really?” replies that someone. “I don’t know about that, Yuuri. I wouldn’t touch that guy with a thirty foot pole. He sleeps around. Probably has all kinds of nasty stuff going on down there.”

“Oh, whatever,” Phichit says, rolling his eyes. “Like you would know.”

Yuuri ducks his head back into his book and tries not to think about it.

These are the things that Yuuri holds in the back of his mind about Viktor, the worries that travel with him anywhere he has even the chance of encountering Viktor Nikiforov. 

‘Never meet your heroes’ becomes something of the unspoken mantra of Yuuri’s life. 

Then Viktor Nikiforov catapults himself straight into Yuuri’s lap, and Yuuri learns a few things.

Viktor trains. Viktor trains hard. Viktor has neglected everything but training and skating and satisfying his own frantic need to be the best for twenty years. Viktor Nikiforov is a lonely, sad bookworm with one friend and a gaping, yearning need to be touched–and he did not get to be where he is without making sacrifices. 

Yuuri has never met anyone who made more sacrifices for this sport and this art than Viktor Nikiforov. It opens something up inside of him, throbbing and raw. It makes Yuuri want to take Viktor’s heart and shove it inside his own chest so that it never feels cold or lonely again. It makes him want to stand on the top of a tall building somewhere and scream fuck you to every person he’s encountered whose jealousy tried to convince him that this man was less than what he is.

And yes, Yuuri knows now that Viktor is forgetful and brutally honest and often doesn’t say the right thing at the right time.

He knows that Viktor is only ambidextrous in that he can use a fork with both hands and that it takes him twenty minutes in the morning to decide on a shirt to wear. He knows that Viktor Nikiforov is a blanket hog and that if Yuuri wants to wake up still covered in the morning, they have to have no less than three blankets on the bed at all times.

He knows that Viktor sometimes descends into these loops of manic energy where he wants to do everything and can’t sit still and in those moments, Yuuri wants to lock him in a room and leave him there until he starts making sense again.

He also knows that Viktor Nikiforov has the most genuinely beautiful soul that Yuuri has ever had the opportunity to touch. He knows that very few people in his life will ever love him like Viktor, and that he himself has never felt for anyone quite what he feels for this man. His man. 

He knows these things and he thinks that maybe Viktor is perfect after all, perfect in his imperfection. Every jagged edge of his fits into one of Yuuri’s, and every curve of Yuuri’s lovingly presses flush with Viktor’s until they fit together seamlessly, like a pair of puzzle pieces.

Yuuri is also still a very petty person on the inside, though–which is why he makes posts on Instagram that read things like Viktor received his sixth well-deserved Russian National gold today! Congratulations to my amazing fiance.

And also:

So proud of my husband for all of his hard work commentating at the #Olympics. Some people go to school for half their lives and aren’t half as articulate as my Vitya. #Proudhubby

After that last one, Phichit leaves a voicemail on Yuuri’s phone that is literally just two whole minutes of him laughing hysterically and then wheezing, “THE SALT!” before hanging up.

“Yuuri, why did Phichit just sent me…sixteen crying laughing emojis and a text that says ‘your husband I can’t,’ in all caps?”

“Because a lot of people tried telling me you weren’t perfect and I’m proving them wrong,” Yuuri replies, not even looking up from his phone.

“Oh,” Viktor says, and literally crawls on top of him.

Yuuri supposes that the moral of the story is that the heart wants what the heart wants, and you have to find perfection in the imperfections–Viktor is loud and ditzy and forgets the English word for tomato on an almost daily basis, but he’s Yuuri’s husband. And because he’s Yuuri’s husband, he’s perfect.

some parisian things from a parisian who was just in paris for ml fic writers part 3
  • couples show a lot of PDA in Paris, it’s just a thing
  • there are less Starbucks than you think, Parisians prefer old fashioned cafes at the side of the road
  • the McDonald’s menu is INTENSE. they have something called McCafe that sells a bunch of french pastries
  • there is this under appreciated pastry called a viennoise au chocolat and it’s absolutely delicious. it’s basically bread with chocolate chips in it and it’s so good but no one ever talks about them
  • 100g of chouquettes (about 11 sugar covered choux) are only about 3 euros, they are some of the cheapest pastries
  • a baguette is about 2 euros
  • half a baguette is 50 cents (don’t ask it’s weird)
  • students end school at different times every day.  they also start school at different times every day usually
  • after school sports are not really a thing, you end at around 5 or 6 anyways
  • after school people like to hang out at cafes for a little before doing homework
  • dinner usually starts at 7:00 or even 8:30
  • sometimes people have a snack at 11, we like to eat
  • the metro is actually super quick at times and is the most common form of transportation
  • metro stops are also reasonably clean and beautifully tiled
  • if there is a movie being promoted you’ll see it everywhere from busses, to taxis, to metro hallways, to big circular posters that turn in the streets
  • thrift shops are called antiques stores. that’s how bratty a parisian is
  • tight clothing is in style, nothing very loose
  • the roofs of paris are insanely fun to climb on and jump across even if you’re not a superhero. it’s very much a thing
  • there are parks in every part of paris, it’s a very popular place to spend your time. teens usually go there right after school and after hours like at midnight
  • VIENNOISES AU CHOCOLAT I BEG OF YOU SOMEONE MENTION IT IN A FIC THEY ARE SO GOOD I’M EATING ONE RIGHT NOW THAT I SAVED AND I’M IN LOVE

Whoo boy do I love Voltron fics, but as I’m writing my own, I keep encountering this enigma that are these healing pods. And the more I think about it, the scarier they are. I mean, think about it. These are kids in space. But they can’t be kids anymore, they have to protect the universe, and with that comes a degree of physical harm.

I mean, that in itself is pretty traumatic right there. Teenagers fighting a war will have incredible psychological impact. But then you throw the healing pods into the mix, and the story begins morphing into horror rather than science fiction.

On the surface, it seems fine. The healing pods are a blessing. Nobody dies or will have lasting permanent damage if they get in there soon enough. But think about the impact that this has on their young developing brains. A paladin gets his insides ripped open. Pop ‘em in the pod. And then they may have to face the monster that did that to them, because it’s their job. They don’t have time to recover.

You fell and broke your arm? Go to the pod. Good as new! Keep training. Shot while trying to protect innocent bystanders? That’s just your job. Get in the pod. do it again. 

I mean, this is going to have a lasting impact on how they view pain and injuries. Does it matter if you get hurt if you can just spend some time in the healing pods, and you’ll be good as new? If you never have to take into account your own injuries, then they start to feel insignificant.

The thing about this is, sometimes, getting hurt gives you time to rest. Think about it, these kids are fighting a war. And Shiro probably has a very double-edged relationship with the healing pods, because they weren’t an option for him when he was starving and bleeding and tortured. And they can’t undo old trauma.

Essentially the healing pods mean a state of hyper-mania. There’s never time to rest, to heal. You never get a few days to recover. You’re either fighting for your life or unconscious and healing and when you wake up, you have to do it all over again.

And then they’d start to lose a normal perception of pain tolerance. Like, with just one machine, your pain goes away. There’s no such thing as agony. Just a few uncomfortable moments before you are healed again. 

And there are two ways this works. Do the healing pods heal everything?  Can the paladins even get scars anymore? Are they just brought back to the state they were in before they got injured? That’s terrifying. Imagine Lance, looking at himself in a mirror. He’s been in space for almost two years, but the skin on his face and neck and chest, all smooth. Unmarred. He remembers nearly being disemboweled, but now he can’t remember if it was on the right or left side. He stares at his body, trying to imagine all the scars that should be there that aren’t and at this point he just can’t remember them all anymore.

And when the paladins finally, finally get to return home? Well, they look exactly the same as the day they left Earth. Lance’s younger siblings look older than him now. He hasn’t changed at all.

And all he can think is: is he even really human anymore?

But the alternative I think I prefer. The healing pods just accelerate the process, encourage the tissue to heal at an elevated pace. So they all have scars, too many scars. 

Hunk has to oil up his torso every night, because the scar tissue is getting too thick and it’s making it hard to move in some places. The tattoos he once imagined he’d get once he returned to earth are now just laughable dreams of his childhood. There’s no place to get them, no room to put them. His body is no longer a canvas, it’s a ripped sheet, held together after every tear by fraying thread. There’s no room for swirling images anymore. All that’s left are scars.

So many scars.

What are the lasting effects? Psychological trauma, for sure. But maybe physical, too. Stopping natural aging, or maybe nerve damage. After Keith got blown from the sky, his fingers constantly tingle, like his hand is perpetually asleep. Pidge can’t taste anything on the left side of her mouth. But it doesn’t matter, because there’s always another planet that needs saving, another injustice they need to fight. And if they get hurt, all they need is a quick tune-up before they’re back at it again.

Healing pods are scary.

Self-proclaimed nice guy: I’m a gentleman :) I pull chairs out for women

Me, thinking about the good old days when gentlemen were god-honest cads and took you on a date to the local opium den and ate you out in the theatre box: cool beans

anonymous asked:

For the "I wish you would write a fic where..." thing: In a canon setting, except Stiles is older, went to highschool with Derek and was friend with him. He can be a deputy at the beginning, trying to deal with a newly bitten Scott, whom he considers a little brother, and the return of Derek, his friend from school and old (current) crush. Do you think it's a good idea?

So, turns out I love this idea more than anything, and I have so many ideas about this and how it would proceed, but I’m not rewriting the first season, okay. I’m not.


Stiles was very cold, very wet, and very tired, because it was midnight, raining, and he was out in the preserve looking for a body.

Half a body.

They had the bottom half, they just had to find the part they could actually ID.

East side clear, the radio on his shoulder crackled, and his dad’s voice responded for the pair of deputies to head north to meet up with the K9 team. Everything cool was happening on the northside, and yet Stiles was stuck on the southside of the preserve, with Jordan Parrish.

Jordan Parrish of unending optimism and energy.

How he got paired up with the newbie, he’d never know.

Okay, he would, because technically he was also a newbie, except he really wasn’t. Sure, he might’ve been somewhat new to being employed as a deputy of the Sheriff’s Station of Beacon County, but he’d literally grown up in that station; not one person there could say he was really a rookie.

“God, this sucks,” Stiles muttered, sweeping his flashlight back and forth across the wet and muddy ground in front of him. So far he’d found all of two dead rabbits and some dog shit someone didn’t clean up, so, real thrilling night here. Great search.

“Could be worse,” Parrish responded lightly with a shrug, and Stiles rolled his eyes at the darkness in front of him.

“Don’t say Afghanistan.”

The audible smirk in the following pause told him that was exactly what Parrish was about to say.

“I’d rather be a little damp than have sand in my boots, any day.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t step in that puddle.” Stiles’ foot was still freezing and squelched even more than the muddy forest floor beneath it.

It sucked that a woman died, yes, but Stiles was also having a rotten time.

Time passed, there were more updates of nothing found over the radio, a couple dog barks in the distance, and still they found no body.

Given that it was almost one in the morning and everyone Stiles normally talked to was either at home asleep or out in the woods with him on the radio, it took a second for his ringing cellphone to register beyond a mild annoyance that Parrish would have his phone on that loud during his shift.

“You gonna get that?” Parrish asked, and Stiles frowned at him for a second before realizing that was indeed his ringtone, and if someone was calling this late, it was probably something serious.

He only glanced at the caller ID for the briefest second as he answered.

“Yo, Scotty, what’s up?” He was about to add that he couldn’t talk right then when Scott’s panicked babbling steamrolled through his mind.

“Stiles! Oh god, you have to come get me! You’re in the preserve right? Because I’m pretty sure I’m lost, and something bit me, and—”

“Wait, hang on, you’re where?” He was tired, he was struggling to keep up with everything, and Scott was breathing like he would be needing his inhaler in about five seconds. “Why the hell are you in the woods, you know we’re looking for a body right?” he hissed into the phone, glancing briefly at Parrish, who was watching with raised eyebrows.

“Problem, Stiles?”

He shook his head, trying to act casual as Scott frantically rambled out,

“I’m by the west entrance to the preserve, I think? Stiles, I don’t know what the hell it was, but it came out of nowhere, and I’m bleeding, and I can’t find Erica—”

“Erica’s with you?” Christ, it just got better and better. “Okay, stay where you are, I’ll come find you and I’ll tell everyone to keep an eye out for Erica.”

That didn’t calm Scott down at all.

“You can’t do that, her parents would kill her if cops brought her home! You know how crazy they are!”

Stiles rubbed at his forehead. He was cold and wet and tired and now he was getting a headache. “Yes, because she has epilepsy, Scott! She could die out here.” Parrish was coming over, looking concerned. “Just stay where you are, we’re coming.”

He hung up with a frustrated huff.

“Scott’s out here?” Parrish asked, already heading south, so clearly that phone call hadn’t been as discreet as Stiles would’ve liked. At least he seemed to be going with it—despite appearances, not a total stickler for the rules. Good to know.

“And Erica. They went looking for the body.” They must’ve heard the call on the old police scanner in Stiles’ jeep. He needed to stop letting Scott borrow his car. And Scott needed to learn to stand up to Erica’s insane whims, because there was no way this wasn’t her idea.

They walked in silence for a second before Parrish said, “You know you’d do the same if you were their age, right?”

“Shut up.”

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“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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guilty pleasure persona 5 things bc i love love love this game so much. it’s bringing me back to the good old days when i did loads of persona things for deviantart and the community was always so excited about it :’^)

the last one was from a text post from @unintelligent-equestrian that made me think of yusuke as soon as i saw it. He tries his best.

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Ok let’s temporarily forget about the angst update yesterday and enjoy this cute TianShan comic (maybe?) (´°ω°`)

I hope He Tian will take a step back and be a good comforter to our Momo so that he would not have to suffer and think about that dark past anymore (´;ω;`) 

Btw this comic based on きたもと‘s idea ヾ(´▽`;)ゝ

“We’re taking a walk in the park to talk things through. We broke up a couple days ago. I feel like she’s too possessive sometimes. We were at a party, she felt jealous, we started arguing, and I decided that I needed some time to breathe. But I only lasted a couple days. I started to think about a lot of things. And I balanced all the good and the bad. We have our issues. But she takes care of our home. She takes care of my health. When I was in the hospital, she sat on the floor all night by my bed. And she keeps me from falling into my old habits. When I’m with her, it’s all about family.”

(São Paulo, Brazil)

Memories

Pairing: Y/N and Harry

Word Count: 6k

Prompt:

He lays there, blanket pulled to his torso, eyes shut, he looks like the rest of them, and she feels her heart ache. She can’t help but notice how young he is, he can’t be any older than twenty-six, and here he lays with no one around him.

“Hi there,” Y/N whispers, bending down to height of his ear, “I’m your nurse Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N, and I’m here to take care of you. Make sure you stay healthy for when you wake up, make sure you don’t get any bed sores yeah? I’ll keep you company, keep you updated on what’s happening in the world, tell you some funny jokes, I’ll even let you in on the latest company gossip, but you gotta do me a favor,” she whispers, placing her hand on top of his. It’s a cold hand, rough, and she knows it’s supposed to feel that way, but it maker her heart ache even more. Y/N closes her eyes, taking in a shaky breath, “you have to pull through this and live, yeah? Because when you wake up, it’s going to be your turn to tell me all about yourself, yeah?”

She opens her eyes and sighs.“It’s late now, one a.m., but I’ll be back later to check in on you,” she gently brushes the hair out of his face and stands, “we’ve got a deal. You can’t fail me.”

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Y/N is Harry’s beautiful nurse who he can’t stop thinking about, to the point that he’s willing to give up his old memories and life to make a new one with her.


“Good morning!” Y/N sings.

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Kids and Transgender People

Grown adults act like “kids won’t understand” what being transgender is, like they have an fucking concept of gender yet. I’m an ftm male, but I don’t wear my binder around my house because you should always give yourself a day or two with the binder off(good binding self-care) and I have some pretty big chesticals (34DDD) so it’s hard NOT to fucking notice them. My little foster brother (8 fucking years old) said, “Well she can always help.” Then he stopped mid thought and said, “He, I mean he can always help.” If a fucking 8 year old can consciously correct themselves and think about how I FEEL, then why the fuck can’t you? Your kids will understand and sometimes they may not always get that person’s gender right, nor will they always call them the correct pronouns, but they can fucking learn and be sentient.

10 Daily Witchy Things
  1. Cleanse your bed in the morning when you make it- to remove the stress and negativity of the previous night and have a peaceful sleep the next night. 
  2. Make a cup of tea and charge it with positive energy to get you through the day. 
  3. Clean your desk/workspace/wherever you do creative things and draw productivity sigils on it in cleaner or keep a clear quartz nearby to focus energy. 
  4. Bless your keys before you get in your car for protection on the road. 
  5. Use a special scrub or face mask in the shower for a glamour spell. 
  6. Spend time outside, or keep your blinds open to allow sunlight in. 
  7. Take a walk outside, if you can, and ground yourself with each step. 
  8. Use wax melters, incense, or other scented items to fill your space with an intended scent. 
  9. Cleanse your phone/other electronic devices- clean out the old apps and photos, clean out the negative people from your contact list, and reset your ringtones and wallpaper to increase positive energy. 
  10. Before you go to bed, take ten minutes and thank your deities (if you have any) and reflect on your day. Before you fall asleep, think of one thing that was good about the day, no matter how small, and be grateful. 

I will never understand the men who make an account on Seeking Arrangement and then put “Not looking for someone who is only focused on money” in their profile. The site literally asks you to put your income and net worth…. you’re on a site looking for a sugar baby? What did you think this was going to be about?

These men want to sit here and text you all day about your favorite sex positions, and ask you if you’re into anal and blow jobs… but the second you bring up the financial aspect they freak out. 

Let’s be fucking real here. I’m a young and hot girl, I could find any man to sleep with, I don’t need your old dusty balls. If you want me to give you the life you want (hot girl, good sex, someone to talk to, etc) then give me the life I want (money, luxury, vacations, etc). 

Stop saying you want a mutually beneficial arrangement when really all you’re looking for is a cheap fuck.

My interpretation of the MOON signs

(You could probs relate your sun if you want maybe even your rising)

Aries: they take up your life: being loud, leaving mess on the stairs, creating arguments out of thin air and always filling the void with their drama. Very self-centred but oblivious to it so I’ll let it be. Problems they hav always someone else’s fault. Very loving and cuddly and express passion easily. Never stick to hobbies after announcing that its there biggest passion n cant survive without it. Though, they don’t wait around for things to be handed to them - they are always up to something interesting. Independent.

Taurus: they are great to spill your words upon and never flinch when u say something deep or shocking so it makes u chill af cause they are…Most of the time…they can get angered when things aren’t as it should as they are very stubborn. don’t like people who aren’t committed to friendship or plans/dreams and dont like people who dont give their stuff back. Seemed to hav cows eyes: very deep n dreamy and long eyelashes -often brown eyes that i know of or watery blue eyes. lov food or other luxuries.

Gemini: childlike, like everything light hearted and humorous. there has to always be words to fill up the quiet spaces otherwise they start to get agitated. Dont like boring people and will blatantly walk off or something. Nervouusss people. Tapping all the time. When they’re in a goood mood they’re goofy but can become detached and cold and become a bit of a smart arse. Like knowing their shit.

Cancer: homely people. Warm and loving to fault as they are always let down by others who do not give the same warmth and pure emotions back. I think they could probably guilt trip u many times. emotions are not hidden which is good and bad because shots are firedddd and their words filled venom when there really cheesed off. Like lots of nice things. also love cute fluffy animals. Love their family to be always near - protective can become smothering. Talk about the ‘good old days’ 24/7.

Leo: why are you so posey and dramatic? They like to tell a tall tale - love to add bits to the truth to make it more exciting - which is actually interesting to hear tbh so good job :) they love to be centre of attention obvs. Also hold their heads high and always seem taller than actually are. Full of exuberance. & they often believe in their abilities so they achieve good grades and r smarttt!

Virgo: lovs when people do little silly things for them because they like when people are as detail orientated as them. expect too much of people becaus they do too much for others. Nervous but lowkey cause their earthiness sort of makes it hum in the background. Has potential to be shady. I love their organisation, chills me the f out. Some reason i feel they be really good at ASMR videos because of their voice & movements. and they r actually quite talkative but its usually nothing too intellectual or snobbish just good natter. Bites their nails!

Libra: i dont get them. They dont make an imposing impression on me as they’re delicate and not too in ya face. Loves knitted jumpers and wearing light colours Ive noticed. Sweet n gentle. Probs could get away with murder. Gets really into things like a celeb or tv series for a while. Has fan blogs probably. like to talk about things such as kpop, clothes, items in their neat pencil case and make up. Idkkk

Scorpio: protectivveee. Intense. Passionate about theirs hobbies and interests. Can become lost in their own intellectual, abstract world forgetting what is truly important until they realise and become regretful and then hold many unresolved grudges. They are e m o t i o n a l but try to hide it - constantly simmering and on the verge of erupting. Though they are quite interested in their own passion - they’ll hype u up about yours and talk for hours about theirs and your own dreams. Abstract knowledge that seems to appear out of no where when they speak -unconventionally smart.

Sagittarius: want to escape reality. Someone i used to know would read a lot of books - probs erotic - she also used her work as escapism? her husband wouldn’t take her on holiday:( another i know comes across very cool and full of knowledge and like to says corny things like ‘you might as well live your life to the fullest because you’ve only got one’. acts like a philosopher. Has gooood taste in music. knows everyone and can keep good relationships with all of them.

Capricorn: thinks they’re are funny af but peeps often laugh at their jokes cause they’re just a bit shit. Tries to come across cool 😎looking for a for job but isn’t working out lol. Wants fame n fortune. they love to talk deep and intellectual without getting too personal. probably quite lovey dovey but it is buried deep inside them. likes to keep it light by listening to music or watching the telly otherwise there thoughts overwhelm them. ( i hav cap moon so might look like a different viewpoint to the others moon signs)

Aquarius: loves to make a point that they are different lol. Intellectual af cause they really smart. Can talk for hours on end but still likes down time. they are the world’s friend but they only let a few know the real them (if thats is actually the real them ). Quirky sense of humour. Hav big dreams and most likely succeed in pursuing them. they are very open about weird stories and experiences they hav had which is fun to hear. will hav something to say about every topic on earth - love to share an opinion.

Pisces: too kind for their own good. They know your weaknesses/insecurities from first time you meet. i think they have melancholy spells which they find themselves in a trance - i catch them staring blankly quite a lot. Love to ask if you’re okay. Mooody. Let down by humanity. Very chatty and has of cool things to say. Music may rule their life - musically talented in one case ik (probs used as escapism). Can be burdened with very unsettling thoughts of not being good enough; making sure they keep there reputation for being the nice guy which means getting pushed about