this has been in drafts forever i feel i should post it

dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞
❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞
❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞
❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞
❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞
❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞
❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞
❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞
❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞
❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞
❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞
❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞
❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞
❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞
❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞
❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞
❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞
❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞
❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞
❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞
❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞
❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞
❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞
❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞
❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞
❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞
❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞
❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞
❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞
❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞
❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞
❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞
❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞
❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞
❝ well, shit. ❞
❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞
❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞
❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞
❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞
❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ 
❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞
❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞
❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞
❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞
❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞
❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞
❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞
❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞
❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞
❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞
❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ 
❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞
❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞
❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞
❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞
❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞
❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞
❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞
❝ did i stutter ? ❞
❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞
❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞
❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞
❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞
❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞
❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞
❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞
❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞
❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞
❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞
❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞
❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞
❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞
❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞
❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞
❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞
❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞
❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞
❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞
❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞
❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

if you’re stressed about your grades/future: “you are young and you will take your damn time.”

A few days ago I had an emotional breakdown about my future (surprise lol.) It’s not as though this doesn’t happen daily, but it’s dawned on me that I couldn’t even discern my true desires from what my lack of self confidence was trying to feed me.

I allowed self-deprecation to get the best of me, and it turned an erroneous decision into one that seemed the most “right for my situation.” I had a plan. But I was not confident nor happy with that plan, so I fell apart. 

Parked in front of my dad’s house, I voiced the concern that–although I thought was a result of flakiness–actually stemmed from an acute source of insecurity. 

My dad then turned around and told me something that I’m positive will stay with me forever. 

“Don’t you dare feel like you have limited options based on your past mistakes. You are not limited and you will never BE limited. Don’t rule any opportunity out right now. You’re not running out of options, you just haven’t found all of them yet. You have so much power left.

I asked him what power a teen/young adult could have, and he looked at me with so much conviction and said, “Youth. You have youth, and youth itself holds so much power. You’re only 17. I wish I were 17. I wish I had that much more left in me, but I don’t. You are 17, you are young, and you will take your damn time.” 

I initially interpreted this as a projection of his own regret. But now, I interpret it as empowerment. I think about it whenever I feel completely overwhelmed by all that I have left to do. Why should I consider quitting now? I’m only 17. Many of you are also of high school, college, or graduate school age, and we have such a long way to go. We’re only so young, and compared to our parents–people who have so many decades of experience under their belt–we don’t know the half of what life has to offer us. And that’s ok, because we have so much left to experience. 

In college, I want to explore different courses. I want to find something that’s right for me, but in order to do so, I need breadth of experience rooted in thoughtful discussion and exposure to a range of things. Although I love art, I want to obtain a liberal arts education as well. And finally having said this, I realized that whatever I thought was “right” was only only a thinly veiled attempt to evade my insecurities.

Records don’t matter. Grades are trifling in the grand scheme of things. My future job is only a portion of what will comprise the best days of my life. Bad teachers, vague assignments, tough environments–I can trudge through the difficulties and I will prosper, because that’s what I can do as someone with youth on my side. This isn’t to say that someone who is older doesn’t have the same privilege. My dad wants to continue to program, and all the more power to him!

But that only exemplifies how much time we have as people who are so young. We have a leg up, and I’m certain that we need to utilize the extra time, stamina, opportunity, and youth that we have to make decisions based on our own situations–not on what other people expect of us, and certainly not according to what our stress and anxiety wants us to believe. 

(The last bit is incredibly difficult, I know. But it’s a process!) 

This isn’t to say that I’m not going to worry and stress. I will! Hell, I’m stressed right now just writing this. But I’m improving. 

Ironically, this studyblr doesn’t thrive in standardized education. This studyblr struggles not with content, but with structure. This studyblr is really nervous about the coming year. But even then, I still have so many choices that it’d be insulting of me to become my only limitation. Obstacles are not impenetrable–not when I have so much power on my side. 

  • Psychic: *reads my mind*
  • My mind: whenever I'm alone or if I'm feeling gray, there's one place I can go to brighten up my day it makes me want to sing that's how the show should end but wouldn't it be good if I could sing it with a friend fine whatever I'll join in too I might go outside to feel more alive without twitter where would I be I guess It'd be fit to stop posting sh-RUBBISH but tumblr's a part of me there's so many websites and so little time plus one or two you should avoid just don't stop watching youtube or we'll be unemployed the internet is here the internet is great when you've got lots of followers who need a real mate it might be antisocial but these days that is fine 'cause life is so much better when you spend it all online a place where you can be yourself no matter if you're geeky find friends that share your hobbies even if they're freaky where any question in your head is answered in an instant who care if you procrastinate your one shot at existence the internet is here the internet is great when you've got lots of followers who need a real mate Without the internet we never would have met We wouldn't be here on a stage doing things we might regret dance break who cares if you're a loser and everybody knows it or if you spend your life drawing whiskers on your noses even if your chances of getting tanned are slim or if you like vicariously through the life of a sim sheltay zomo the internet is here the internet is great when you've got lots of followers who need a real mate it might be antisocial but these days that is fine 'cause life is so much better life is so much better life is so much better when you spend it all online
  • Psychic: wow what a bop
It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

The thing about being somewhat of a “celebrity” is that everyone wants a piece of you. And being in the spotlight comes with the expectation that you owe your fans something in return for their support. Kent loves social media. He loves Twitter, Instagram, Snapchat, all of it. Which makes it a little easier to fill that expectation, to give his fans something more than just goals and wins. It certainly makes it easier for him than it is for guys like Jack, who seem to break out in hives just thinking about social media.

Kent’s 1.4 million followers on Twitter, 1.2 million followers on Instagram (2.5 million when you combine his account with Kit’s) and over 800K followers on Snapchat make him one of the most followed athletes in the world. He’s by far the most followed hockey player, with more followers than some of the NHL teams themselves. He keeps all three running pretty well. Mainly because he enjoys it, he loves sharing his life with his fans.

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The Not-So-Glamorous Side of Being an Angel

-eating way to much or not enough because you really can’t tell how much this body needs
-a l w a y s t h i r s t y
-“what do you mean I have to wash the vessel AGAIN I just did that 36 hours ago”
-never really adjusting to having to use the bathroom regularly
-saying something that only divines/angels would understand around your human friends and they don’t get it and it makes things awkward
-“should I tell this friend who I really am I mean we’ve been friends for like 10 years and we trust each other with our lives but STILL”
-seeing fictional angels being depicted or described completely inaccurately and getting unreasonably frustrated
-being super clumsy because you can’t quite get the hang of piloting this dumb human body
-lying awake at 3am because you just feel so lonely and empty inside
-“what if my brain is just making all this up and fabricating memories because I subconsciously want to be Different and Special”
-being afraid to have children because you’ve heard nephilim described as “abominations” and you fear you won’t be able to protect them
-running into someone irl and just KNOWING they’re Angelic too and “omg do they realize I am too do they even realize /they/ are wHAT IF THEY KNOW ME”
-being Fallen and wondering if you actually are the bad guy of your story
-having a disability or chronic illness and wondering if it’s because your vessel can’t handle your powerful soul

Just…being an angel isn’t all fun and games.

Victor Nikiforov Appreciation Post!!!

I just want to take a moment and talk about how much I love Victor Nikiforov and how he’s just such a refreshing character. I know everyone and their dog has done a post like this already but I’ve been crying over this lovable goof for months and this had been sitting in my drafts for too long now anyway and also I’m avoiding my textbooks AND THIS SORTA TURNED INTO A CHARACTER ANALYSIS I’M SORRY.

So as far back as the PV, there were assumptions flying around that Victor would end up being an antagonist of some sort. That either he was using Yuuri for his own gain, or was just straight up evil. Laughable now, of course, but the reason those rumors were prevalent was because we see it so often. How easy was it to think that Victor was “helping” Yuuri only to further his own goals in the end? We’ve seen this common mentor-betrays-student trope before and it’s no wonder that early on fans were afraid of this even as the show progressed. And honestly? This would have made for some great drama—for Victor to turn out to not be such a nice guy and for him to eventually become someone Yuuri had to defeat in competition. However the show did not go down that route at all. It turns out that yeah, Victor is actually just a really nice guy who cares a great deal about Yuuri and the people around him. He doesn’t show up in Hasetsu with any evil ulterior motives—he just wants to get to know Yuuri and help him take his skating to the next level, and maybe find inspiration (and love) along the way.

Also how could a man with a heart-shaped smile be evil???

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zaturnz-barz-deactivated2017071  asked:

Have you seen the Boondocks episode about R. Kelly. The issue with Gal Gadot is a lot like that! There's a lot of racism in the world and the US is still plagued by that kind of shit everyday, but being Jewish doesn't make her support of genocidal and imperialistic institutions tolerable.

Alright, sunshine, I’m going to copy and paste something that I’ve already written for you, since apparently you don’t get it.

Why do antisemites like you hate Gal Gadot? Let’s have some greater context here, because this all started when Gadot came up with this quote that was deemed so offensive:

So, okay, we’ll break it down together. Really analyse it. Work out where the people like you that hate Gal Gadot have found their ammunition.

“I am sending my love and prayers to my fellow Israeli citizens.”

She sent love and prayers to “Israeli citizens.” Not politicians, not “Israeli Jews,” but all ordinary people who are Israeli and live in Israel. All of the Israeli citizens. Did you know that 20.8% of Israel’s population are Arabs, and another 4.4% are non-Arab Christians, Baha’i and other non-Jews? You do now! And because Gadot is talking to “fellow Israeli citizens,” she’s talking to them, too! Amazing!

“Especially to all the boys and girls who are risking their lives protecting my country against the horrific acts conducted by Hamas […]”

Here’s her extra love to the IDF soldiers. But there’s a catch: she specifically says that she was sending “love and prayers” to the people protecting Israel against Hamas. Hamas, the terrorist organisation that wants to murder all Jews. (It says that, quite clearly, in their Covenant.) There’s no mention of Palestinians. No mention of the West Bank or Gaza Strip. No mention of “one people is better than another.” No demonisation of Palestinians. No claim that all Palestinians are evil or terrorists. All that she says is that Hamas are bad, nothing else.

“[…] who are hiding like cowards behind women and children […]”

She claims that Hamas use human shields. Is that true? Well, yes it is. Even the UN has admitted that Hamas has used their schools in Gaza to store their weapons – which is a direct example of using children as human shields. So, she’s not wrong.

“We shall overcome!”

Since this post has been about Hamas, she’s saying, essentially, that Israel shall overcome Hamas’ horrific acts.

“Shabbat Shalom!”

The photo that she posted is clearly of her lighting the Shabbat candles with her daughter, as she’s Jewish.

“#weareright”

She believes that Israel is in the right against Hamas, as Hamas is what she’s talking about.

“#freegazafromhamas”

This is more proof of context. This is all about how much she despises Hamas, not Palestinians in general, with no mention of the West Bank at all.

“#stopterror”

Surely, this is a good thing. Terrorism is always bad.

“#coexistance [sic]

This is Gal Gadot’s only mention of general Palestinians in the quote above. “Coexistence” instead of terror. Again, a good thing. She doesn’t demonise Palestinians. She’s angry at Hamas.

“#loveidf”

This is her supporting the IDF in their duties. In context, it’s all about how she supports the IDF in their struggle against Hamas, and obviously how proud she is of their work against terrorism.

Broken down, it’s not an evil sentiment. It’s not a racist statement. It’s about supporting the IDF against Hamas – and everyone in their right mind, even the worst of antisemites, should be against Hamas for all of their evils. Pro-Palestinians should be against Hamas for what they’re doing to their own people.

The lie, as shown above, is then spun that because Gal Gadot was drafted, she must be a murderer.

Instead, during an interview talking about whether she was “too slim” to play Wonder Woman, she said:

“My mom is a gymnastics teacher. So growing up I was never sitting watching TV in the afternoons. I always played ball outside in the backyard. I was a dancer for 12 years. I did tennis, basketball, volleyball, dodgeball, you name it.” […] “[In the IDF] I was a gym trainer on one of the bases in Israel. So my boot camp was longer than other boot camps. It was four months and all about sports, waking up at 6:30 a.m. and going for a run, doing push-ups…

Ga Gadot never saw any action. She was stationed at a base, in Israel, as a “gym trainer.”

The reaction of hatred towards Gal Gadot is a perfect example of antisemitism that isn’t even thinly veiled as “anti-Zionism.”

From the facts, an Israeli woman drafted into her national army and ended up as a gym instructor, nothing else, then shows that she’s anti-Hamas, has been warped and manipulated into blatant lies and hatred.

But let’s get back to what you’ve actually said about Gadot’s “support of genocidal and imperialistic institutions.” 

Genocidal and imperalistic institutions, huh?

Well, let’s start with your “genocidal” lie. Even Ma’an, a news source that absolutely despises Israel and spreads libel literally all the time, has admitted that the Palestinian population has grown to eight times the size of was back in 1948. Israel sure does suck at “genocide,” considering this must be the only “genocide” in history that manages to have a population increase. It’s pretty sad for you that even antisemitic news outlets can’t even hold onto that lie forever, can they?

“Imperialistic.”

You mean like the “imperialism” of the Palestinian leadership that’s pushed to have the holiest sites in Judaism in Israel reclassed as “Islamic”? How it’s seen as an “act of aggression” for Jews to do nothing but pray at the Western Wall or visit the Temple Mount? The way that the Palestinian leadership celebrates every Jew murdered by terrorists and indoctrinates children towards terrorism and antisemitism? 

How is it “imperialistic” for Jews to have self-determination in our own homeland, exactly? 

I love how people like you come in, with absolutely no knowledge of what’s happened, to make snap judgements to hate us. Did you know, for example, that over half of Jews in Israel are Mizrahi? You know, Jews that were ethnically cleansed from Arab countries? Did you know that Israel houses about 43% of the world’s Jews, too? So, what, you want those Jews to… huh, live under Arab rule again, the same rule that has been massacring Jews for centuries and demonising us thanks to Islamic fundamentalism? Yeah? We’re just supposed to bow down to you and give in to actual oppression? Because no, thanks to actual oppression from pogroms, ethnic cleansing and the Holocaust, we’re not putting up with that any more. We’re not just going to lie down and die and then feel grateful when people like you can pretend to care when you cry over “dead Jew porn” like Schindler’s List and Holocaust-related films, then turn around and say, “Why can’t you just shut up and deal with antisemitism”?

You do realise that the Palestinian leadership and Palestinians themselves support Hitler, Nazism and terrorists that murder Jews, right?

What’s that? Oh, nothing, just a Palestinian Authority official at the unveiling of a monument celebrating a terrorist who murdered 15 Israelis.

What’s she proud of? Nothing much, just a terrorist that broke into a house to murder a 13 year old girl.

You want a link of a few examples that show how antisemitic Palestinians can be? Sure. Here you go.

All this, all of this, because Gal Gadot just wants her country and her people to be safe. Caring about your country doesn’t mean supporting everything that the government does.

But what, you’re from the US, I’m presuming?

You better not want your friends or family or anyone that you care about to be safe in the US, you genocial, racist, imperialism supporter. Unless you’ve forgotten about the Native Americans.

But, nah, I guess that doesn’t matter and that doesn’t count, because here you are attacking a Jew for not wanting her fellow citizens to die, and Jews don’t matter to the likes of you.

You, you antisemitic, sanctimonious and hypocritical piece of garbage, can show yourself out.

adsom headcanon (kind of a spoiler for acol):

-kell and lila end up having a son and it’s not exactly planned bc lila didn’t want kids but they end up rolling with it

-his name is holland barron and it was a hard fought battle that kell eventually won at much risk to his own life and lila only managed to semi agree and had to settle for his middle name being barron (and she would have gotten her way but she felt slightly guilty bc…u kno)

-holland has heterochromia and one eye is brown and the other is green (bc it is okay)

-he can also wield fire but it’s his only element

-rhy and alucard basically adopt holland as well and rhy decides that holland should be his heir bc “he just oozes charm like me” and no one can say anything against it bc technically he is royal since kell is a prince

-so holland basically has three dads and a badass mom

-fun fact: rhy calls holland holly berry bc he can (and he gets away with it. alucard tries and kell almost punches him while rhy claims that no one else can call holland that cause it’s his special nickname)

-whenever holland makes friends everyone is semi wary but he’s so damn charming that they forget that he’s their crown prince and they just wanna be his friend

-but forever in the bg his parents are all ready to fight™ if anything happens to their son

-rhy is fricken king he has a crap ton of power ready at any time and he could talk someone into totally destroying themselves with just his words no need for magic

-this is the only time kell and alucard would ever 100% agree on something (because even on rhy they only agree sometimes) but both of them are so ready to fight for holland they would honestly wreak havoc

-unfortunately for these three they won’t ever get to do anything bc not only has lila made sure her boy can take care of himself, but she’s even scarier than the three put together and if someone was stupid enough to try and cross rhy and kell and alucard…well they have lila bard to deal with

-holland also travels a lot with lila and kell and sees a lot of the world and rhy makes sure he does bc he doesn’t want holland to stay cooped up all of his life

-unfortunately for kell, holland absolutely loves to sail and alucard is more than happy to teach him some ways

-kell is jealous and tells alucard to stop filling his son’s mind with pirate fantasies and lila comes and smacks kell and tells him to let their son learn

-sometimes holland has fears that he can’t live up to be the great prince/king that rhy is and his fear runs deeper than his parents know because he’s been surrounded by greatness but he’s not sure he can do it and he’s afraid he’s going to do things wrong

-rhy is the one who actually finds out about this and sits down and talks with holland about how he felt having no magic and how he felt he wasn’t good enough and they both sit down and talk for a long time

-holland’s fears aren’t totally gone but they’re better and then later he gets to hear the story of how holland (antari) saved them and how he’s one of the reasons why they survived and holland then feels better about himself bc his namesake fucked up a lot but in the end he was the reason why they’re all there

-basically holland has an incredibly loving family lmao

Old Habits Die Hard

A (super super late i’m the worst) prompt from @killbunnyqueen

Thank you so much for your patience! I wrote this halfway through once and then my draft didn’t save, and I’ve never written something like this before, so I took my sweet time trying to get it right.

Summary: At the Space Mall, Lance eats something that doesn’t quite agree with him. Later on, the team realizes that Space Allergies are a thing.

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One Night Stand

So this has been in my drafts for pretty much forever.  I havent posted it because ive been a little afraid to in all honesty but here goes nothin.  I hope you enjoy it!!

-Cassie

Originally posted by hail-to-the-goalies

           You weren’t the type of girl that ever had one night stands, like ever, and you were by no means a puck bunny but when Connor McDavid himself started buying you drinks you couldn’t say no.  For crying out loud it was Connor McDavid, no one could say no.  But the little plus sign was a harsh awakening as to why you didn’t have one night stands.  It wasn’t just a maybe either, this was the fifth test you took.  To make matters even worse every time you had tried to call he sent your call directly to voicemail.  Understandably, no one wanted to keep in touch with a one night stand but what if you were calling to tell him you tested positive for HIV or chlamydia or YOU WERE PREGNANT with his child.

           You weren’t sure what to do, you couldn’t raise a child on your own you could barely keep yourself together.  You were on the verge of writing a letter, a fucking letter, until a friend had suggested you going to a game and getting his attention.  At first it seemed like a great idea but now being at the Rogers Place along with 18,000 other people getting the great captains attention seemed hopeless.  With about ten minutes left in the third you made your way out and down to the changeroom area.  You waited an hour and a half outside the doors receiving looks from everyone that walked by you making you want to scream as loud as you could. Finally, Connor left the changeroom, his hair wet from his shower, his suit looking perfect, and a beautiful smile across his face.  

            He looked in your direction telling his teammates he would catch up with them later.  The smile that was on his face seconds ago, turning into a frown making you regret your decision to tell him.  “What the hell are you doing here?” he asks you lowly pulling you into a corner.

            “I called you” you start slowly “I wouldn’t have to be here if you would have just answered your phone.”

            “Well sorry (y/n) people don’t usually keep in contact with their one night stands” he says with annoyance laced in his words “I gave you my number but people don’t usually call their one night stand.”

            “You don’t have to keep on reminding me that I was only a one night stand” you say anger taking over you “I found something out and I can’t do it on my own, I don’t have the money to or the time or the mental strength.”

           “What the hell are you talking about?” he asks his voice soft “(y/n) you sound like you’re going to say you’re pregnant.”

           “Connor, I am” you whisper “you got your one night stand pregnant.”

            You could see all the colour drain from his face, mimicking yours after you saw the first test and after your doctor told you. “B-but… but that’s not possible, we-I used protection (y/n) I can’t raise a kid I have my career, I don’t even know you how can we raise a kid together?”

            “And what Connor my life doesn’t matter, I’m in school, I plan to have a career, I can’t raise a kid all by myself” does he really think that you’re going to raise a kid on your own?  Of course, people did it but there is no way you could.

           “That’s not what I meant of course your life matters too but come on (y/n), I the captain of a fucking NHL team you can easily put school on hold for a little while.”

           “Oh!” you yell having absolutely no other response.  Does he realize how expensive university is?  Even though he was handed a full ride scholarship you thought maybe he would have some idea of the cost.

           “Ok that came out wrong” he says quickly “I mean if you’re going to have this kid you’ll have to put school on hold.”

           “I’m not going to get rid of it Connor so yes I will have to put my life on hold, which isn’t what I’m asking you to do, I am just asking you for help” you take a pause to catch your breath and make sure you aren’t about to cry “I don’t have the money to raise a child by myself.”

           “Fine if it’s about money I’ll give you money every month.  But (y/n) I can’t be a father.”

           “Then you’re a coward Connor” the words come out like venom “A fucking coward, you made a mistake and you won’t stand up and help take care of the fucking problem.  Maybe it’s a good thing you don’t want any part of this child’s life, I wouldn’t want him to take any traits from you anyways.”

           “You said him?” he questions quietly looking down at your stomach “did you already find out?”

           “No, it’s still way too early to.  I just have a feeling” you reply, instinctively bringing your hands to your stomach “I’m only about two months along.”

           You stand in silence for a few minutes, silently contemplating what you should do. Apologize for calling him a coward? Ask him once more to be a part of the baby’s life?  Or just leave?  You pick the last option and begin to make your way out of the arena before the tears start flowing.

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           “Whenever you’re ready in there little buddy, mommy’s ready for you to get outta there” you laugh a little at the baby voice Connor used, it wasn’t the first time but it always managed to make you laugh.  

             Connor hadn’t chased after you that day at the arena but two weeks later at an ultrasound appointment he showed up and shed a tear when the technician played the heartbeat, not that he would ever admit it, and continued to come to every appointment since then.  He had introduced you to his team as his girlfriend even though he hadn’t asked you about it.  But after that he asked you and made it official, and five months later you were basically living in his house.  

              Now in the home stretch of your third trimester you couldn’t wait to get the baby boy out.  Indeed, your hunch had been right, Connor insisted you find out the gender to be sure you were buying the right products and because he though it would be a girl and wanted to prove it to you.  The baby’s room had been painted and all set up, the theme, of course, Edmonton Oilers and hockey in general.  At first the rest of the team had been hesitant about you, wondering if Connor was positively the dad and weary that you were just using him for the money but after you convinced them with a DNA test they took you in and treated you like family.  You understood the hesitancy and you were glad for it knowing that your baby would be raised in such a wonderful environment.  Many of the wives that were already mothers were ecstatic to help you with everything and the entire team loved teasing Connor about becoming a dad.

           “Con, I’m happy that I chose you to have a one night stand with” you smile at him “but if he ever asks I think we should tell him something else.”

           “Yeah” Connor says after thinking about it for a minute “that sound like a good plan.  I’m happy you didn’t give up when I didn’t answer your calls.”

           “(y/n) after he’s born I’m going to marry you” Connor says moving up the bed to be beside you “because you deserve everything and I’m going to give it to you.”

           You can’t help the tears that start coming out of your eyes “I love you so much Connor McDavid” you say leaning forward to kiss him.

           “And don’t worry” he starts again “I’m going to propose to you in the best way you could ever thing of.”

Last Night

Jon and Dany take a moment to themselves the night before the Battle for the Dawn. 

My entry for the Jonerys fic contest (angst)

Looking around Winterfell’s great hall, Daenerys doesn’t see one man who’s not drunk. 

“Are they planning on fighting hungover?” She sidesteps a table to avoid getting groped by a man who has more hair on his face than on his head, while Jon deftly catches a falling glass of ale before it can splash on the floor. She’s all too aware of him-how he’s holding her hand here, in front of everyone, and isn’t trying to hide it. 

“It helps them relax.” He doesn’t sound too certain, but she doesn’t push him on it. They’re all stressed and they’re all frightened. They’ll all be dead this time tomorrow. She’ll look the other way, just for tonight. 

She’s going to die. She’s certain of it. How can she not be? She’s seen the wights and the Walkers. She knows what they’re capable of. They don’t stand even a sliver of a chance, even if Jon holds a sword of fire, even if she has dragons. It won’t be enough.

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anonymous asked:

I been meaning to ask for some advice and help on creating a shop where people can commission myself. It has been a thought in the back of my head for such a long time and now I really want to make it a thing. Then I thought I do not know how to start or what to do, I am so clueless. Can you maybe please give a beginner any tips on how to start a store selling their own art?

Hello, Lovely Anon!

That’s a good idea! I’m no expert in this field, but I’ll just share whatever I think might be useful! Okay so, let’s go through a couple things in no particular order:

- run a blog or some other place people can view your work: Maybe not a Must-Have, but it’s certainly helped me, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t suggest it! Have a place where you share some art of yours, so people can find it and find out who you are, and where they can easily find examples of your work. For me personally, all my commission work basically happens through social media sites , except for official illustration jobs, for which I will go into a bit more detail in another segment here. But yeah, if you offer commissions, it helps to have a blog that you update whenever you can so people can find you. Be patient with this and keep at it, okay? 

- have an easy-to-read commission page: So if you offer commissions on your blog for example, I’d suggest splitting up your commission post/page into two parts. In the first part, have a couple of visual examples (not too many, I’d say about two for each type of picture you’re offering), along with the prices and a very brief description of what you are offering (for example, “colored single pictures”, “black and white sketches” etc), and put your contact somewhere on there (your E-mail address, for example). With this, your potential client very quickly knows what you are offering, how much it costs, where to talk to you and gets an idea of what your work looks like. 
In a second part, in a Read More for example or just in a text below (depends on where you’re posting it), have your rules (what will you draw, what won’t you draw, what can be discussed, how many slots you are opening etc) so people know if what they’d like to have from you is something you’re actually willing to draw.

- make yourself a paypal account: It’s easy to do and most people have one, online commission work is usually paid through this. 

- own a website: Highly recommending getting one, it’s much easier and more comfortable for everybody involved if you have some sort of homepage you can refer people to if they are interested in your work. I’ve been meaning to make one forever and haven’t gotten around it yet and it’s made things pretty complicated before, so if you can, have some place outside of social media websites where you can present your portfolio etc. If you apply for a job or are asked about examples for a job, I really really suggest you refer to a homepage. A blog is totally fine for commissions online, but please get yourself some sort of homepage too.

And this is less for how to get started and more “things to keep in mind”:

- for the love of god, don’t do unlimited slots with low prices: if you are like me, your insecurities and low self-esteem may dictate you to start off with low prices, to test the waters. And honestly, I think that’s an okay thing to do, it certainly helped me to get a bit more secure and see if I’m made for this. However, if you want to start off with low prices, only take a few slots at a time. Open 5 slots, for example, and only reopen them when you are done with all of them. That way, you don’t overwhelm yourself with work and you can adjust prices. And you probably deserve higher prices, because art takes time and you’re putting hard work into it, it’s okay to set yourself an hourly rate or something. (because look, I made the combined mistake of asking for very little money at first because I was too terrified to raise prices and also having unlimited slots, and I’m still to this day working that list off even though I closed commissions like a year ago. Give yourself the chance to raise commission prices if you feel like you should, don’t be me and overwhelm yourself with work) 

- ask for payment before you finish the piece: How artists go about payment differs from person to person, so I’m just gonna share how it works for me and why. I like to take commissions, send out rough drafts to the clients and ask for payment once they are happy with the draft. That way, I know they’re happy with where the picture is going and I don’t have to constantly worry that maybe they hate the idea, the client knows that I am actually working on their piece, and I make sure I am getting paid for the work. I don’t think it’s a good idea to finish the commission, send it to the person who commissioned it and then ask for payment, because while most people are good and, you know, not scumbags, you always hear about people who took the commission and never paid. 


I think that’s it for now! I really hope this helps and/or gives you some idea where to start, and if not, please feel free to come by again! I wish you the absolute Best of luck for your commissions!

anonymous asked:

You used to be realy active and nice and freindly, and now it seems like you only reblog art and talk to your blogger freinds who you write MEL with. You ignor asks and you ignor fandom memes. What happened to suporting smaller bloggers? What hapened to you? Its like you got populer and just forgot about your old friends.

Hi Anon-

TBH, this message took me by surprise.

Let me try and unpack your Ask a bit because I feel like perhaps I hurt feelings or did something wrong unintentionally. I also could go into all the things happening in my life on the other side of this screen, but you don’t need a bio (and I don’t think I should have to write one either).

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Performative Kindness

I can be polite and kind without actually caring or empathizing.  The performance is not the same as the emotion.  I do these things because it suits or benefits me, or because it’s required or expected, or out of force of habit, or because life is often simply easier and more pleasant when I am nice to people.  Sometimes I’ll be kind because (when I’m feeling more or less stable) kindness is often an inexpensive behavior, emotionally speaking and in terms of effort expended, and I might as well make that minimal effort when it could have a positive outcome, like ingratiating myself with the recipient of my kindness.  If I like you - this is distinct from caring about you in an empathetic sort of way - I’ll make an even greater effort to be kind or good to you.

I do not, however, perform this kindness out of the “goodness of my heart.”  At its source, it is inherently not a genuine emotional response; it’s either calculated or it’s a habit.

But the fundamental insincerity shouldn’t discourage those to whom I’m kind or polite.  If my words of encouragement bring you good feelings, don’t discard them because I felt no true compassion as I said them.  If my expressions of concern bring you comfort when you are having a hard time, it should not matter that I do not feel what others feel when they say the same words.

I hope this confession does not forever spoil the magic trick, that you still accept my kindness and politeness in the manner (if perhaps not the spirit) in which it is given.  The fact that I hope this because of how it will affect me, and not how it will affect you, should not matter.  I might not genuinely wish you well in a squishy feelings sort of way, but in general I probably don’t actively wish you any particular harm either (violent thoughts notwithstanding).  And if you’re one of the few people I actually like and respect, I probably do want you to be happy… as long as it’s not at my expense.

If in my efforts to be a good person, despite the challenges I face in that arena, I must be good out of pragmatism alone, that shouldn’t make it less valid.  This is what I am capable of, and I interact with the world as best I can, given my limitations and yours.

The issue on the table - A.Ham

Okay, i’ve drafted this probably about 7 times by now and I still don’t feel like there should be any need to say this. Theres been a lot of shit going around about people who write real person fan fiction, and to be quite honest, I’m sick to my back teeth of amazing writers being pulled down and freaking out because some people have decided its okay to verbally bash them or tear them down. 


I would like to preference this by saying that everyone is entitled to their own opinion. If you don’t like rpfs then that is your opinion and you are entitled to that 100%. What you are NOT entitled to do is go around messaging people on anon saying that they’re gross or weird or have no respect for Lin or any of the people mentioned in their pieces. As a community we have a lot of respect for the guy, I mean the work he does it truly like no other and I, personally, am forever grateful to live in a world where their creations exist. 


In my own words i write real person pics (I also write character fics) because at this stage in my writing it is helpful to be able to grab hold of a personality or a persona and run with it. I feel comfortable writing about the people I write about because in every single piece of writing I put on this god damn website it is a FICTIONAL STORY. These are not “fantasies” that I need to, for some reason put down on paper because i get off on it. My work is not in any way meant to be disrespectful towards anyone who is in my writing. It is meant to be me, as a writer taking a personality and running with an idea and honestly I feel like a lot of writers who write real person pieces do exactly the same thing. 


That being said if you DO NOT want to read real person fics or you feel like they are disrespectful or any of the horrible terms i’ve seen being thrown around then DON’T READ THEM. Just because you have a personal opinion about something doesn’t mean you get to force it down peoples throats, onto their dashboards or into their ask boxes. You have no right to tear down any writer or creator, ever, period. They are doing what they love to do and they have a right as a human being to express their feelings, thoughts and ideas on paper just as much as Lin Manuel Miranda had the right to take Hamilton’s life and make it into a musical. 


In conclusion, to all of the writers out there right now who are getting hate or feeling ashamed or scared to post anything to do with a real person right now, I promise you that you and your work is as valid as the next person. As long as you are keeping yourself healthy and happy that is all that matters. Write what you love to write and be proud that you are publishing your work for the world to see, and if anyone has any issues with my fics or ANY of the amazing writer’s fics on here. I suggest you see me personally, I’m a big girl and I an entitled to my thoughts and feelings just as much as you are. Bottom line, every single person that follows and likes or does ANYTHING to do with this blog is a good human being and they deserve to be doing what they love in a safe environment. 


I love you, stay safe out there. - Gee.

asexualhedgehog  asked:

I should probably be doing homework or working on Part 3 of Rhody Tales but instead I came up with an AU..... Bitty goes pro with figure skating and skips college. Jack's story still happens except without the Bitty stuff. They both go to the Winter Olympics (Jack for Team Canada Hockey, Bitty for USA Figure Skating). There are budget cuts so hockey and figure skating are on the same rink. Bitty is running late to warmups, and the hockey game is in overtime. Jack and Bits run into each other (1/

And Bitty is like “Hoy boy who is this beautiful hockey player” But he has to get to his event so he runs off. Later he tries to figure out who the hockey player is, and finds all the Falconers behind the scenes videos and stuff. Highkey falls in love with Jack. Somehow they meet again and Bitty tells Jack he has a massive crush on him and happy ever after I didn’t develop this AU enough yet. (2/2)


okay em @asexualhedgehog​ sent me this forever ago and i’m an awful friend (who spent too much time looking up the pyeongchang olympics and how you qualify for the olympic figure skating team) but i’m ready to do this!! finally!!!! 

i’ve been planning it for a while and it’s kind of turned into a multipart fiasco so i’m going to post a brief primer of everything that has happened before the fic takes place

anyway here goes, background info of a 2018 olympics au ft. zimbits, bad texting grammar, and some sport,,, probably:

  • takes place at the pyeongchang 2018 winter olympics 
  • bitty is 22, jack is 27
  • jack:
    • as em said, jack’s life follows canon apart from the absence of bitty (draft -> od -> coaching -> samwell -> falcs)
    • by 2018 he’s cap of the falcs and gets an A for the canadian olympic team for pyeongchang
  • bitty:
    • continued figure skating in hs and ended up placing second at the us national figure skating championships in 2014 thus earning a place on the us roster for the sochi olympics
    • he placed 9th overall in the mens singles (i’m basically replacing jason brown with bitty ngl) 
    • come 2018 my boy is ready to dominate, places 2nd at worlds and then 1st at the us national so ofc he’s on the 2018 olympic team
  • the rest of the smh are also there btw:
    • (i originally wanted to make them all do different sports (hmu if you want to know what they were gonna be, hint: shitty’s was biathlon lmao) but then that would fuck with the team dynamic that jack was still meant to have from going to samwell so)
    • lardo and shitty are there to support jacko (also bitty but i’ll get to that)
    • ransom and holster are on team canada w jack (ransom plays for the sabres, holster plays for the leafs - they find this hilarious) (also the reason holster is on team canada is bc when he married ransom he got canadian citizenship)
    • chowder and nursey are playing for team usa (chowder plays for the sharks bc come on, nursey plays for the wild) 
    • dex and farmer are there as their number 1 fans
    • (also yes it might be unrealistic to have 5 nhl, olympic worthy players coming from 1 arts college in mass within the span of 4 years but idc it’s my au)
  • bitty met lardo back in 2016 when he was competing in skate america
    • lardo happened to be in chicago with some of the smh watching jack’s first season game as captain (bc u know that fucker gets captain in his 2nd year goddamn connor mcdavid motherfucker)
    • ANYWAY thirdy’s wife carrie loves 17y/o figure skating prodigy eric bittle and has tickets to skate america and lardo ends up going because they’re in chicago for the weekend and somehow (i’m too lazy to think of how sorry) she bumps into said eric bittle (ooh wait it’s bc thirdy is ~famous~ and pulls some strings so carrie gets to meet bitty) and it’s like instant connection, bffs forever etc. bits and lardo exchange numbers and fb deets and even tho they don’t go to samwell together in this au they basically go to samwell together but like in their hearts
    • bits has never directly met shitty but he knows enough about him from lards to feel like he has
    • he’s heard about the rest of the team, jack included, but he never made the connection between larissa- samwell alumni and friend of famous nhl player’s wife- duan, and jack- grumpy but kind eyes falcs captain- zimmermann (bc bitty is kinda an idiot, i feel like we know this)
    • so yes, the smh (and bitty) are all at the 2018 winter olympics 
    • (also to get the hockey players and figure skaters to be in the same arena i basically kind of deleted the gangneung hockey centre so now both take place in the gangneung ice arena, sorry south korea)

and that’s all you need to know before i actually start this goddamn fic

,,,, when i start this goddamn fic

anonymous asked:

I'm a simmering ball of Pens hate with no current rooting interest in the Metro; would you care to give me a short rundown on the Flyers? (Younger ones especially, I know all about and am delighted by Simmonds and Giroux and co.)

My dearest, you’ve absolutely come to the right place. You want to know about the young Flyers? Get some snacks, put your reading glasses on, and pull up a chair because I’ve got a lot to tell you.

The Flyers prospect pool is really talented and really promising. Like, really promising. The amount of talent that’s going to be NHL-ready within the next few years is slightly orgasmic overwhelming at times. Since he took over as GM, Ron Hextall has focused mostly on drafting and building from within and his infamous patience with development has Flyers fans excited and ready for the dividends to finally pay off.

Look for Flyers development camp this summer. Especially for Shit the Beach.

The rest of this is…. really long. So I’m gonna put it under a cut. Enjoy!

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WC Forging Through Camp Nano Series: Part Four

NAVIGATION | FIRST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

Hi everyone!

Welcome to the fourth part of the Forging Through Camp Nano series! Hopefully, you’ve been able to unravel any plot snarls so your word counts can continue to rise! Today, we will be talking about another writing productivity stealer…

The “Writing Blahs!” Here, I want to…

1. Discuss what the “blahs” feel like
2. Talk about your inner editor’s (or critic’s) role in the “blahs”
3. Point out a few potential fixes

This post is more advice pulled from my personal experience and some general writing chatter. So at this point, your chunk of salt should be nearby.

And without further ado…

WHAT ARE THE “WRITING BLAHS?”

You started off Camp Nano with gusto. The first week passed with nothing but the rapid-fire tapping of keys or the endless scratching of a pen on paper. The second week slowed a touch, but your enthusiasm was unwavering.

Then, the third week rolled around and…

You feel like this:

Originally posted by blogtimevortex3

Valiantly, you struggled to keep moving on through the week. Yet as the days dragged by, you found your boredom getting worse and worse.

Welcome to the grand experience known as the “writing blahs.”  

While “the blahs” is my personal term for this feeling, others may call it a writing “slump,” burn-out or even flat-out boredom. This phenomenon is especially common during NaNoWriMo and during Camp Nano for those with high-set goals. In those cases, it’s known as “the mid-month slump.”

The first thing I want to point out about the “blahs” is this: they are perfectly normal. Moving forward past the halfway mark of any endeavor is difficult—in fact, this kind of energy crash is practically part of human nature. How many times have you needed a caffeine jolt mid-afternoon? If most of us can’t get through a single day without a sharp drop in our energy and enthusiasm, can we really expect our projects to be any different?

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anonymous asked:

can this prompt (otpprompts(.)tumblr(.)com/post/154067244034/imagine-your-otp-meeting-like-this-person-a-is) be the continuation of your aoki neighbor!au please??

It took me forever to find the original. LOL

I know this is… super late. But Happy Aoki Day?!? :D Here is the actual link to see the prompt lol. Sorta used it as a general guideline and changed it a bit.

Aokise is always for @limitlessmonster

Kise almost regrets leaving his phone on the end table beside the door.

Almost.

He’d rather not have to call his sister and listen to her laugh in his ear when he tells her how he not only locked himself out of his house when he went to grab the newspaper, but also got caught in the door when it slammed itself on the belt of his robe. He doesn’t need a lecture about going outside half naked as well as one about his lack of observational skills.

He’d rather not have to call her… but he’d rather not be stuck outside, trapped by his own front door either.

When he gives another tug on the belt, another failure, he kicks at he door in frustration and regrets being pretentious enough to buy a robe where he belt doesn’t detach. He hopes that Kiyoko from across the street will be leaving for her morning run soon. She has a thing for Kise and hasn’t been discouraged by his endless rejections and apologies. She’d help him in a heartbeat.

In fact, Kise would be okay with any neighbor coming out their door to help. As long as it’s anyone but–

“What the hell do we have here?”

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Undercover agents

Well, I should be really checking my students’ tests… but anyways, enjoy another draft straight from my stream of unconsciousness :v

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With Colonel Alexander Alexandrovitsch Degtyarev becoming commander of the Cordon military post, the area became particularly busy. And crowded. The Colonel was well known around the stalker community; he might have been one of the military but deep down at heart he forever remained a true Loner. Degtyarev had a soft spot for all that crawling, sneaking and stalking men and women, risking their own hides, squeezing through narrow holes in the fences, tearing their clothes and skin over the sharp razor wire, jogging through mine fields blowing off loudly behind their hasty steps- coming up with more and more ingenious ways on how to get into the Exclusion Zone. Degtyarev did all of that; he knew how it felt, being shot at by a fellow human being with some hideous mutant most likely right up your ass. His superiors didn’t have to know. What  was there to know, anyway? That after firing a warning shot, after giving a verbal warning, after pleading with an individual, notifying them that all stalking behavior was illegal and that the military had all the right to shoot on sight, that hoodlum still managed to escape? They always did, clever little bastards. With some small help. And that thought always made Degtyarev smile.

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