this happens a lot to me with like books i used to love

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SHOUTOUT TO THE ENTIRE SKAMILY AROUND THE WORLD!!!

  So Dora @cuddlyevak and I were talking about how awesome it is that we met so many wonderful people from all over the world in this fandom, and that it really feels like a family. So how about we get this family together?

Since we all found each other because of SKAM, we thought we could meet up for Oslo Pride in 2018. That way we all have time to save up for tickets and to get our time off sorted out, and we could plan making banners and flags etc to march together in the parade.

I am a travel agent, so all of you who want to come are very welcome to ask me for an offer. I can book tickets for next year starting in September of this year earliest, so we have a lot of time. Dora and I will happily act as planners and coordinators, but we would surely like some support. So if any of you want to help us make this happen, reblog this post or message me or Dora.

I know this sounds crazy and doesn’t seem possible, but would we be the Skamily if we weren’t crazy?? So let us know what you think and what your ideas are, and LET’S MAKE THIS HAPPEN!!

It’s time for more Jedi Path! Will I ever tire of talking about this book? (No. No, I will not.) 

In today’s installment, Anakin and Ahsoka explore the section on Forbidden Force Techniques. Please enjoy Anakin’s improperly-punctuated question about his true lifelong love, Force Grip. (”It’s just misunderstood – like me! OK FINE so sometimes you could use it to cut off someone’s air supply which is bad I GUESS, but what’s the BIG DEAL? It’d be GREAT used against an annoying coworker and paired with a killer pun!”) Ahsoka being like “Dear Jedi Strangler, please do not ever tell me I am being a hothead ever again thanks” in reply, with her totally weird/badass handwriting, is just icing on the cake. 

Also I like the idea of Force Insanity. I’m pretty sure being pushed into permanent madness by the Force is what’s happened to a lot of this fandom. 

noxumbre  asked:

what do you think of Emilie Autumn?

I used to love her and look up to her so much that if you look at old photos of me from around 2007 to 2009, you’ll find a little heart under my eye and striped stockings in every photo. Then a lot of drama happened with her and the fans and her book and it felt like her personality and image took importance over the music and then I kind of lost interest. I didn’t really enjoy Fight Like A Girl either, though I did go see her on tour after the album came out and I’m happy that I did.

I still listen to everything she’s done up til FLAG, but I don’t really follow what she does or look up to her anymore. From what I can figure the drama’s toned down and she’s doing better in general, so I’m happy for that cause obviously Opheliac was born out of very dark things. I still definitely have a soft spot for the Opheliac-or-so-era Emilie and always will, her style around that time was a big part of my life for a while and a lot of the photoshoots she did back then are gorgeous. And now I really feel like listening to Organ Grinder…

(Funnily enough, when I was looking for burlesque pictures some months back I came across Veronica Varlow’s blog where she’d used a picture I took of her in one of her posts! I think I’m friends with Contessa on Facebook as well.)

anonymous asked:

Date update for all of us who don't have them and live vicariously between others and books !

OKAY UPDATE:

We listened to bad karaoke
Got into an interesting debate
HE WENT TO THE LAST HRC RALLEY IN PHILLY W HIS MOM. And made sure he got them good seats.
He just loves his dog a lot
I had sex with him and it was good?? I am attracted to him and a feel a spark of connection and this hasn’t happened for a year
He smells nice
I’m convinced he might be an alien? Or I am being punked. He like…is too good to be true. He…is smart. HILARIOUS. outgoing. Cocky and confident (I enjoy this trait). Doesn’t care that I am cocky and confident. Has a nice penis. A good body because he used to play lacrosse and now works outdoors. He’s a feminist. And welcomes me calling him on shit. He doesn’t drink. He drives the speed limit. He has minimal body hair. He has a nice face.

(OKAY I’m convinced. I am being punked)

Tagged by @zerotounfinity! xD here goes….

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions (not happening here lmao).

1. Coke or Pepsi: Either, so long as it isn’t full fat

2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney

3. Coffee or Tea: Tea if I must, usually only like the fruit ones though

4. Books or Movies: Movies. Unfortunately childhood me expended all my reading capacity

5. Windows or Mac: Windows. Far more things are optimized better for windows and the interfaces are smoother, I find. The real reason is games, windows it easy to use with games.

6. DC or Marvel: oooooh, tough one, probably Marvel, just because they have more enjoyable heroes but a lot of my favs are DC

7. Xbox or Playstation: Nope

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: Dragon Age, love both, but Dragon Age has a more special place in my heart, think it’s the whole medieval fantasy setting

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Owl, I study and function best between 10pm and 5am, if my posts lately are an indication of anything

10. Cards or Chess: Chess

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Vanilla, sweeter, more wholesome

12. Vans or Converse: Converse, wearing right now, so comf

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: Lavellan, all the cutest inquisitors are elves and mine is no exception

14. Fluff or Angst: More fluff the better, I want angst I read the news and kick myself for doing it everyday so please more fluff

15. Beach or Forest: Forest, more atmospheric and mysterious, also feels more cut off from real life

16. Dogs or Cats: If I had to pick…cats, but I absolutely adore both

17. Clear Skies or Rain: Light rain that isn’t heavy enough to justify a hood so you get that sheen of wet on your hair

18. Cooking or Eating Out: Eating out, I can burn boil-in-a-bag meals

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Mild, forehead sweats crazy at slightest spice

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas/Yule/Solstice. Solstice is actually one of my fav bits because I function better when it’s dark and I love the excuse to see all my family in one place

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold, warm is uncomfortable and yeesh

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Nightcrawler-esque teleportation. Would be so so useful…and fun for getting in high places

23. Animation or Live Action: Hit me with both

24. Paragon or Renegade: Paragon, I want to make everyone around me as comfortable and happy as possible and hate it when people fall out with eachother, gotta stay positive for everyone even then

25. Baths or Showers: Showers for the random epiphanies you can get in them, my main source of knowledge

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Cap, Bucky did nothing wrong. Period.

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Fantasy, far more variation in things like how magic words, how much magic there is and how gods and religion all work. Sci-fi is amazing too but ultimately each franchise has a different malevolent superpower robot thing and different shaped ships to fight them in. Also the tendancy is for me to compare it all to Star Wars or Mass Effect and they seldom win out.

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so, what are they: Yes, but I don’t remember them. Copping out here…

29. YouTube or Netflix: Use them both very differently, can’t decide between

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter, had a Percy phase, but it ended abruptly with the movies

31. When You Feel Accomplished: When I can get to the end of the day and not be tired from stress but tired from having worked at something

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars, I’ve seen a few Trek movies and the odd episode and know enough of the lore to hold a conversation but my mother ensured I was raised on Star Wars

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Paperback for text heavy stuff, I’d rather hardback for art books and the like

34. Handwriting or Typing: Typing, handwriting is bad but could be worse I suppose

35. Velvet or Satin: Velvet

36. Video Games or Movies: Video games, simply because I can talk about them for longer, my wee brother kinda dragged out and killed talking about movies for me. But video games, yes.

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? I refuse to choose here, I would be happy being eaten by one

38. Sunrise or sunset: Sunsets, they happen later in the day

39. What’s your favourite song? Right now I actually have one: Just One Yesterday by Fall Out Boy

40. Horror Movies yes or no: Eh…no, can get nightmares from trailers

41. Long hair or short hair: If I could magically grow it to long right now I’d say long but right now, short’s easy enough to handle.

42. Opera or Theatre: Theatre, never been to opera and looks too posh

43: Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first?: Sit me on the pier of that little Pandaren hut by the Jade Forest Aboretum in Azeroth and let me sleep through the imploding world around me. Though seriously, I would adore living in Mass Effect…without the Reapers…and not Andromeda, so far it looks like a shithole

44. Are you scared of thunderstorms? Why?: Nope, I find them fascinating from both a science and visual standpoint

45. sleeping in or getting up early?: Sleeping in, if I had my way it wouldn’t be 9-5 it would be 12-8 days

46. Favorite color? Reason why?: Dark Blues and Reds, a really nice combination, goes well if you want to add more colour on top and yeah…they’re neat

47. Favorite podcasts, and why?: Have never listened to a podcast in its entirety

48. Favorite Country? Scotland, biased because I live there but honestly it’s nice here, really pretty outside the towns

Y’ok, tagging now and I have no idea if you’ve already been tagged or not but here goes. @daxir @kilted-gamers @pikestaff @guardofvariansbutt @shinyforce @raspberrysmooches @neightwing and @arcane-flux and @timequaked anyone else feel free too! xD <3

anonymous asked:

So recently my mom has told my that she throw away the covers of a couple of my hardcover books and I cried so much cuz those books meant a lot to me and I was super sad that she didn't even bother thinking about asking me if I still wanted them and we got into a big fight. Can I have any advice on how to resolve this (since just talking to her won't work)? and I have been avoiding her all morning cuz of it too

Hey There Anon Friend, aww I’m so sorry.  I understand exactly how you feel.  There are certain books that I absolutely love and would be devastated if something happened to them. My guess is your Mom just doesn’t have that kind of connection to books.

My advice:  Find common ground.  Think of something that she cares deeply about and then explain to her using that analogy.  Perhaps she might get it then.  Also, put the books or others like them in a place of pride in your room and politely ask her not to touch them

Again, I’m sorry.

Have a peaceful night/day

Tin Foil Hat

Summary: The reader is very quiet so what happens when a curse is cast on her to make her say anything she’s thinking.

Characters: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing (like more than normal), LOTS of sarcasm and sass.

A/N: So I was bored so I wrote this so please tell me what you think!!! I LOVE YOUR FEEDBACK!!!

A loud knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts, you slowly lowered your book waiting until the last second to take your eyes from the words in a last minute attempt to finish the sentence. When you finally did look up you saw Dean leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed and a small smile on his face.

You returned his smile with one of your own and Dean took that as a sign that he now had your attention. “Sam found us a hunt a few towns over be ready to leave in twenty.”

You nodded softly and got up from your bead and walked over to the dresser still aware that Dean’s eyes followed your every movement.

You turned around to face him offering another small smile “Thank you.” You said barley above a whisper.

Dean nodded and took that as his cue to leave so that’s what he did, hesitantly as if he wanted to say something but decided against it. You only shrugged and kept packing.

-

Dean pulled the impala alongside the house that you knew to belong to a witch putting it into park before pulling out his gun and checking the clip as you did the same.

“You ready Y/N?” He asked looking back at you not expecting more than a nod, which was all you offered.

He returned your nod before turning to Sam.

He always did this, try and strike up conversation with you though not expecting results. It was kind of sweet, it showed you that someone cared. It was not as if you had nothing to say, quite the opposite actually, you were afraid that if you said too much you would push them away; so as a result you stayed quiet.

But this never seemed to bother Dean, it was as if he could read your thoughts sometimes, as if he knew that you had a lot to say and was just waiting for you to finally open up. Which was why he let you hunt with them, which was why you were now hunting this witch with them, which was why you had fallen hopelessly in love with him yet he didn’t know.

As the three of you approached the house Dean signaled for Sam to take the back while you and him took the front. Sam nodded before carefully creeping around the house while you and Dean approached the front door.

Dean signaled that he would go first and you would follow and you nodded.

What you weren’t expecting, however, was for the witch to be expecting you. Within a matter of seconds Dean was being thrown through the air and pinned against the wall, you soon following him.

The witch slowly approached you as you struggled against your invisible constantans.

“Well would you look at what we have here.” The witch laughed while you screamed internally willing Sam to hurry his ass up.

“You touch her and I swear-“ Dean yelled before being cut off abruptly by a flick of the witches wrist.

“Well that’s better,” She commented before turning back to you. “He does talk a lot doesn’t he? Though you seem to have the opposite problem.” The witch stared at you tilting her head to the side as if she were thinking. “All these secrets, you really shouldn’t keep them all bottled up.” She chastised you as your eyes flicked between her and the door Sam should be coming through any second. “Lucky for you I can help.”

Your eyes widened as the weight of her words hit you. You opened your mouth to scream only to be stopped by a purple powder being blown into your face. You started to cough roughly as you struggled to catch your breath and fell to the floor.

Within seconds Dean was by your side placing a soothing hand on your back as you were finally able to catch your breath.

“Are you ok?” He asked his eyes wide with concern.

“Yeah, just sort of dying here.” You said sarcastically, your brain taking a minute to process what you had just said; that was not supposed to come out of your mouth.

Dean looked a bit taken aback by your sudden burst of sarcasm but ended up chuckling as he helped you stand up. “You’re not dying quit being so dramatic.”

“You’re right I’m just coughing up a lung, do you think I could borrow one of yours you obviously have an extra one with all of the hot air constantly coming out of your mouth.” You spat before you could stop yourself causing you to groan inwardly.

Dean drew his eyebrows together and looked at you suspiciously “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“It does if you don’t think about it, I know you’re good at that.” You bit your lip and quickly walked out of the house before you could make even more of a fool of yourself.

However, to your displeasure Sam was standing outside leaning on the impala.

“I think the witch is gone.” He commented as you walked over towards him.

You let out another internal groan as you knew exactly what you were going to say next. “Wow gold star for ace detective Sam Winchester.”

Sam looked at you in confusion as Dean approached from behind you. “I think the witch did something to you.”

You twirled around and met Dean’s gaze. “You know I love how you state the obvious with such a sense of discovery, it’s cute.”

Sam let out a low chuckle causing you to spin around to him “What are you laughing at? You still start every hunt with ‘so get this’ like yes Sam we know when dealing with the supernatural we are going to end up with some weird shit.”

This time it was Dean who laughed as he threw his arm around your shoulders in a sort of side hug. Before you could stop yourself you started speaking. “You know I hate when you do things like this…” You quickly stopped yourself by literally shoving your fist into your mouth.

Dean looked slightly hurt as he quickly let his arm drop and Sam looked at you in concern.

“We better fucking fix me before I spill shit that I don’t want to spill.” You said angrily.

“Why Y/N you got some secrets that you don’t want us to know?” Dean asked with a smug grin on his face.

“Yes Dean that would be what my last sentence implied, good job you can now comprehend English at a second grade level.” You didn’t even try and stop yourself this time. “So you better keep you’re fucking questions to yourself got it shitheads?”

Sam laughed loudly. “Do you normally swear this much?”

“Normally no but next time I’ll blow some powder shit in your face and see how nicely you take it.”

Sam chuckled and held his hands up in surrender as he made his way to the impala getting in the front seat.

You slid in the back and once again began to tell them everything you were thinking “Why do you always get front seat? Do you ever think that maybe I want to sit next to-“ You shoved your fist into your mouth again and your cheeks flushed a bright red color.

“You know sweetheart if you wanted to sit next to me all you had to do was ask.” Dean smirked from the front seat.

“Tell me Dean, do you work hard at being a pompous ass or does it come naturally to you?” You asked with a small smirk on your face, maybe this curse isn’t all bad.

You watched from the backseat in the rearview mirror as his eyes quickly flicked back and forth and his mouth opened and closed many times. “Don’t strain yourself trying to come up with a good comeback.”

To your amusement you watched as he mimicked you under his breath, you shoved your fist into your mouth again deciding it was best to not say anything.

-

As soon as you got in the bunker you sprinted to your room before you could say anything you would regret.

Dean, however, was quick to follow you. “Where you going Y/N?” He teased.

“To my room before I say something I might regret.” You answered through clenched teeth choosing your words carefully.

“Why you got secrets?”

“Yeah, I really like-“ You started before you could stop yourself, shoving a fist into your mouth trying to shut the door in his face.

Dean, however, put his foot in the door to stop you. “Y/N do you really not like it when I put my arm around your shoulders?” Dean asked seizing your arms to keep you from stopping yourself.

“Really, this is the pressing matter on the great Dean Winchester’s mind.” You said sarcastically. “And yes because it just reminds me that you only think of me as a friend and I don’t want that, I want more.” You rambled before you could stop yourself. “But I’m about 99% sure that you don’t feel the same way, the other 1% is just a small part of my brain rocking back and forth in a tin foil hat telling itself that it could happen.”

Dean only chuckled and let go of your arms allowing you to shut yourself up. He watched you with a small smile on his face.

“What the hell are you smiling at?” You asked allowing yourself to speak again figuring the worst of it was over.

“Tin foil hat?” he asked, clearly amused.

“Shut up I spend too much time on the internet.” You muttered.

Then Dean did something that to this day you still can’t believe happened. He slowly approached you and softly ran his fingers up and down your arms leaving goose bumps in their paths.

“You know for the record the part with the tin foil hat is right.” Dean whispered before carefully pressing his lips to yours.

When he pulled back your eyes were was wide as dinner plates “I cannot believe that just fucking happened, that did not just happen, that-“ You kept rambling until Dean put a hand over your mouth to quiet you.

“You know I really like that you’re talking now but I don’t need to hear everything you’re thinking.” Dean chuckled.

“Well it’s not as if I can stop myself.” You said, your voice muffled by Dean’s hand. “And I’m also pissed that you manipulated me into telling you. Using a person’s only weakness against them, what kind of monster does that” You said in mock hurt.

Dean only laughed “Only weakness huh? Someone’s a little full of themselves.”

“Well when you’re as great as I am you can afford to be, don’t worry someday you’ll reach my level and then you’ll understand.”

This caused Dean to laugh harder. “You know I knew you were funny.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. “Shut up and kiss me.”

I always thought that I would have butterflies and nervous feelings when I finally started to fall in love. But with you, I don’t get those butterflies. Maybe it’s because we’re comfortable with each other and have been for a long time, or because we always hug each other and cuddle, but I don’t feel that way with you. I feel safe and comfortable and at peace when I’m with you, no matter the circumstances around us. And it doesn’t magically fix anything bad that happens, but it makes me feel like I can deal with whatever crap the world decides to throw at me because I’ll have you there to hold me when I can’t stand alone.

I think that means a lot more than being so nervous that I can barely speak.

—  // i’ll see you tomorrow, okay? // an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #33

do you ever just feel yourself loving something or someone less and you’re just like nO I NEED TO KEEP LOVING THEM but no matter how desperately you’re scrabbling to keep loving them you just feel yourself slipping away until you don’t even remember why you cared because i think that’s just the saddest thing

Don’t be upset my fellow Cas Girls...

Aww guys I know it is horrible to think about what happened to Cas in this episode. I am seeing a lot of upset about it at the moment on here. As a massively bitter Cas girl i know how you all feel believe me. 

But this episode treated Cas badly for the RIGHT reasons. It wasn’t done for stupid reasons or for bucklemming style reasons (which has its own whole category of stupid in my book). It was done to show us WHY Cas made that choice.

Yes Cas was treated like shit, yes he was made to feel worthless, but lets all let the Cas haters have their pathetic little moment of glory because ultimately this is all being set up for a massive Cas love fest at the end. The only way for him to beat the devil is to fight back, the only way he will fight back is if he thinks he has something worth fighting for…. gee… what could possibly be a good reason for Cas to keep fighting?

I’ll admit I have been pissed at Dean for a while, he is too aggressive at the moment and shown to be uncaring, which is so unlike early seasons Dean. It upsets me that I don’t like him right now…

But this storyline is going to give Dean a chance to redeem himself, and give Cas a chance to see how loved he really is. This storyline will be the opportunity for them to recover and I would place money on it all coming to a head by episode 17 in Goodbye Stranger style.

Everything Happens To Me || Tomily

Tom felt nervous about Lily coming around his house, especially since the first - and last - time that she had been to his house was on their first date. A lot had changed since then. He had never expected to develop such strong feelings for somebody after a first date that consisted primarily of Italian food and dancing to The Jungle Book. It seemed daft to him, but he actually sort of loved that their beginnings had been so innocent - it was a dramatic change for him, when he was used to becoming physically intimate with people far more quickly than he had with her; he liked it. The past few days, he hadn’t been in high spirits, so his house was an absolute mess. But since he wanted to make a good impression with Lily, he had spent most of the day tidying up, which had actually been rather therapeutic for him. When Lily had sent him a text telling him she was on her way, Tom had just come out of the shower. He threw on a striped blue and white shirt and a pair of jeans before making his way downstairs and patiently waited for his guest to arrive.

lily-jamess

anonymous asked:

Howdy! *curtsies* I have a problem: I used to love Tolkien. My mum read the Hobbit aloud to me when I was five, and after that I was hooked on LOTR. But now, as a 20-year-old returning to Tolkien's world, I can't help but feel disappointed. I'm re-reading the trilogy for the first time since 7th grade, and I'm discovering that all the things I overlooked when I was 13 are so much harder to overlook now (like the racism, moral absolutism, etc). Has anything like this happened to you? :( :( :( :(

*Curtsies* Part of reading and enjoying a book written like 60 years ago is understanding that it was written 60 years ago and that it’s a piece of history as well as a piece of literature. I think a lot of what I said here and here is relevant, and I’m not sure what I could add without repeating myself. Basically, you can’t totally separate a piece of period lit from the period it was written in and expect it to conform with modern moral standards. It’s just not going to happen. But you can still read it and enjoy it while recognizing that parts of it are problematic (to use Tumblr’s favorite word). Because while yes, there are some iffy bits of LOTR and pretty much anything written by a white person before about 1980, it’s still a good story, and it’s okay to enjoy that. Yeah, there are some pretty strong undercurrents of Eurocentrism and Christian moralism, but it’s still an adventure story about elves and dragons and hobbits and war and magic and saving the world, and it’s hard not to enjoy that–which is precisely why people (including me) are still reading it 60 years later.

1. I like you. There are so many things I want us to do, to become, but there’s a fog of unspoken words covering your eyes and we will never happen. I like your hair and the way you laugh. I like how friendly and laid back you are. We are so different from each other but I think love could happen easily enough. 

2. I think about dying a lot. I don’t think about what it’ll feel like or what my last seconds of life will be used to think of. I find myself staring at my brightly painted walls at two in the morning wondering if we ever really fade. I think maybe we all come back eventually; souls are not temporary things, they don’t know what it’s like to stop existing.

3. I appreciate you. I appreciate how you’ll do things for me and take my bullshit words and always remind me of how much you love me. I know I don’t say thank you enough but I am eternally grateful. Our relationship would be permanent turmoil if I was in complete control, so thank you for always taking the higher road, for always remembering that I’m doing the best I can too. 

4. I am fascinated by how small of creatures we are. We are in this big, big universe filled to the brim with emotions and favorite songs and constellations and planets. There is so much out there to explore and I hope I get to see it all. I don’t care how or when. I just want to understand what it’s like to have unforgettable memories. 

5. I would never leave. I am in this small room filled with pictures and paintings and bright blue walls. I could sit here forever and wonder. I would wonder about you and where I’ll be in ten years and if I’ll ever get to have all of those important ‘first time’ things everyone talks about. Sitting here and thinking about it is almost as easy as actually doing it all.

—  (Five) Things only my paper will hear