this looks bad but it's as good as it can get


“So I had my avatar marry Izana because apparently you can do that” resulted in a child that looks a lot like his father but got none of that laid-back personality and a whole lot of pointless energy (which he uses, of course, for evil)

@iceychuu had a hand in some of this

[also some of the images have captions have fun]

Today, on “Forcearama Once Again Takes You Through A Highlight From This Absolutely Hilarious Star Wars Legends Book, The Jedi Path”: we learn that we must be good Padawans and not make our Jedi Masters look bad by doing things like hanging out in bars or getting high, something that I am so sure no Jedi ever do (just like they never do any of the other thousand things they aren’t supposed to do, like fall in love with each other and get people pregnant and turn to the fucking Dark Side.)

PLEASE NOTE WHICH FORMER PADAWAN OWNER OF THIS BOOK TOOK EXCEPTION TO THIS GUIDELINE. I love that he tries to claim that it’s purely in service of the mission, too. Sure, Kenobi. You can get “excellent information” there. The fact that they serve booze at these places is totally not a plus for you. 

Who among us is surprised? Hmm? Hands?

So, this is in the Jedi Guidebook, and not only was Obi-Wan like BUT WAIT BARS CAN BE USEFUL FOR STUFF, he then also proceeded to take his OWN Padawan to a bar.

This guy. I swear to God.

oh look I can’t stop thinking about Cullen

Alright, these things these past few weeks with “boo Cullen” and “no! Cullen is GOOD!” have been worrying me like a bad tooth and I get it. It’s not actually about Cullen. It’s about people not understanding redemption and atonement and that Good and Bad are ultimately useless unless you’re talking about dairy products and prescriptions with expiration dates.

I know a lot of people think that atonement has an endgame. I know a lot of people need to, but it doesn’t. To truly atone a person has to realize that they can’t atone. They have to realize that life isn’t about balancing some freaking ledger, neat lines of red and black and what’s her face from Avengers being in the clear.

Morality isn’t that easy. When it becomes that easy, honestly, we’ve failed.

Atonement is toiling uphill with no hope of reward and the only real difference between it and punishment is CHOOSING TO DO THAT WORK. A person has to understand that they cannot make up for their past. That their past is what it is. Whatever it is. They have to know that there is no line in the sand they can cross to get back from the awful they did. They have to be willing to try anyway, because it’s the right thing to do. Not because it makes them Good™, not because they get a Prize™, and not because the Maker is going to come down and say “that’ll do pig.”

Ultimately atonement is a rebellious creative act. Another forging. A choice to keep becoming more than you were.

Redemption cannot be predicated on a reward based system of morality. Remorse is not a feeling you have so that you can then feel better and wipe away the bad you did. 

Cullen Rutherford and his writer knows this.

I know it’s scary, but Cullen isn’t about “good or bad.” Cullen Rutherford is about stubborn hope. He’s about clawing his way through the best and worst of himself. He’s about choosing his forge, and choosing his path.


 i love this community, this aesthetic, whatever part of tumblr this is. it has helped me grow and learn and i love it dearly. but can we stop pretending for a second that everything is just peachy?

because sometimes everything will not “turn out just fine, lovebug!!”

and sometimes its a lie when we say all we want is a good book and a rainy day. maybe we miss our boyfriend, or we want to be able to cry again, or to get out of the house or to feel loved or something more than that.

and sometimes we say “i look a little silly but its ok bc i lov this outfit” because we hate our smiles, not because we’re trying to sound cute

and sometimes we’ll have a bad day and everyone’s positivity is so blindingly bright, and cheerful, and plastic that its difficult to believe in it. positivity is great, its one of my favorite things about this community. but when it’s reached this point where we’re plastering fake happy words onto a website to trick ourselves into thinking we are perfectly happy the way life is, it’s gone too far. 

lets all make an effort to be honest with ourselves and each other. just because you had a bad day today doesn’t mean it will all be magically figured out by tomorrow morning. it takes time. 

so let’s take that time, together, hand in hand. 


“It’s hard to put into words what Dan has done for all of us and all of you out there and all over the world. So we’ll just just say: thank you, Dan, for the spaghetti tacos and the music and the friendships and the family. You’re an inspiration!”

I’m honestly getting really tired of people posting things like “I saw a service dog today and they were so cute! But I didn’t pet them even though I really wanted to!”

Good for you, do you want a prize or a pat on the back? Do you know how often SD handlers hear that? Literally everyday.

whenever someone comes up to me in public and says “I love dogs but I know I shouldn’t pet your dog because she’s working” half the time they’re trying to make me feel bad or get brownie points in hopes I’ll let them pet my dog.

I love dogs too but if I see a service dog do you know what I do? I leave them the fuck alone. I don’t even look at the dog if I can help it. That dog isn’t there for me it’s there for its person.

You’re not some upstanding citizen just because you didn’t pet a service dog.

S A V I O R (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word count: 2688

Warnings: Kissing, some Russian and this is shit, but whatever.

Longing, Rusted, Seventeen, Daybreak, Furnace, Nine, Benign, Homecoming, One, Freight car
Тоска, проржавевший, семнадцать, Рассвет, печи, девять, доброкачественная, встреча выпускников/корпоративы, один, грузовых автомобилей

My hands sting and I can already feel the bruises beginning to form.
I sit to catch my breath, in the deafening silence I hear a drop of my blood hit the scuffed wooden floor.

Looking back, not wrapping my hands was a bad idea.

I get onto my feet and hook another bag up. This time, being careful to wash and wrap my hands.
Letting out years of pent up anger felt good after a long day of dealing with idiotic people.

“You should probably take care of that first.” Steve comments just as I knock the bag off its chain, accidentally spilling sand across the floor.
“If it isn’t the star-spangled man with a plan, why are you here? What do you want?”
“I don’t want anything -” he says obviously finding humour in his joke. My patience is running thin and I shoot him a glare.
He clears his throat, regaining his composure. “Fury wanted to see you.”
“Fury? Nick Fury, the one that relieved me of my title as field agent?-” Steve tries to cut me off
“-All because yours truly made one little mistake-”
“You almost got us killed.” He cuts in
“But I didn’t! I came in and saved your ass, again!”
“You wouldn’t have had to save us if you stuck to the orders!”
“It was my brother! What would you have done! I fixed my mistake, but Fury didn’t give me my second chance, why should I give him his?”
“Y/N I-” he sighs “I need your help.”
I shoot him a questioning look. “My silence is your cue.”
“Do you remember Bucky?”
“Bucky. Barnes?…The Winter Soldier? Yeah, why?”
“S.H.E.I.L.D wants to recruit him”
“Why? He tried to kill us. You were his mission-”
“I was his friend.”
“Steve, Bucky was your friend, the Winter Soldier, he’s your enemy. You can’t save him. He’s long gone. And he tried to kill us.”
“He remembers.” Steve argues “H-he’s still the Bucky I used to know, deep down.” He clears his throat again.
“Fury said that if you brought him back successfully-and alive- he’ll give you your job back.”
“Fine, but I’m doing this for me, and only me, not for you or your issues with your broken boyfriend.” Steve barely contained his excitement as we walk to the jet waiting outside. After a short flight to Stark tower and many questioning glances, we’re sat around a table discussing the terms of the mission.

“There are tracking devices in all the weapons in case you decide to go rogue.”
“Stark, I take my job very seriously.”
“Don’t flatter yourself, it’s just a precaution.”
I glance over the weapons layed out in front on me and pick a few, stuffing them in my duffle bag. I pause when I see an unfamiliar weapon. “Hey, Stark, what’s this?”
“Turn it away from you, press the green button, it vaporizes whatever its aimed at.” He demonstrated on a vase sitting on the table and it turned to a pile of ash.
“Woah. That’s awesome!”
“Thank you.”
“Tony, if only you were as big as your ego, maybe you’d be able to reach the top shelf.” Although he was a few inches taller than me I still liked to tease him about his height compared to the others.

I sat back down looking over the Winter Soldier’s case file once again, taking in all the details, adding them to what I already know. In his military picture he looks young, determined, sweet, definitely handsome, probably a ladies man with his hair neatly cut and gelled.
In the other two he looked different. There’s one of him in cryo. Even in his frozen state you can still make out the crease in his brow, he looks like he’s… in pain. The one of him in action, a majority of his face is covered by a black mask, his hair long and messy. His metal arm stood out against his black uniform. The vibranium caught the sun and made the red star stand out even more. The way I recognized him best, as the Winter Soldier.

“What?” I say snapping out of my stupor

“You spaced out, it’s time for us to leave, you’re headed to Shelbyville, Indiana, that’s where the target was seen last.”

“He’s not a target.” Steve yelled from down the hall, slamming the door.

“Actually, Sam? Wilson, right? Alright bird-boy. I say we head to Washington. I was thinking metal-man grew up in Indiana, maybe he went looking for answers he couldn’t find. If you’re a fossil who doesn’t know how to properly use a computer, where would you go to search for the past?”

“The Smithsonian.” Bruce chimed in when we walked past him lab. I shot him a smile, seeing as he was the only one who sided with me when I almost got them killed, he’s one of my favorites. Him and Natasha that is. Agent Romanoff was always one of my favourites.
“Exactly, there’s a big plaque dedicated to Barnes there. I say we check it out. I don’t think Barnes would stay in one place too long, he knows he’s wanted.”
“You really think he’s there?”
“Wilson, I’m a spy, its my job to know where people are.” I send over my shoulder on my way into the quinjet. I’m met with a light chuckle from Mr. Patriotism himself. “What’re you laughing at?”
“You know, you’re quite funny, agent Y/L/N.” I’m slightly startled by the title, not being used to it anymore. Does he just have that much faith that I’ll succeed? Although, I’ve only failed one or two missions. “Alright Rogers, we’ve got three hours on the jet, try to behave.”

Three hours later I’m dropped off at one of Stark’s safe houses a few blocks from the Smithsonian.
“Call when you’ve got him, we’ll send a jet. And Y/N, please, don’t hurt him unless you absolutely need to.” A quick nod and a small smile from the Captain is my parting, from here I’m on my own. I head into the small rundown house, it’s bigger on the inside, cleaner and brighter too. There’s a bed to one side and a bathroom on the other.

“There’s no place like home.”

I drop my duffle and slip a gun into the waistband of my pants. I also grab a knife and slip it into the holster in my jacket, you can’t be too careful.

I decide to take the small ‘getaway’ car in the garage. Its not as great as Steve’s bug though.

The first few days go by with no sign of the infamous soldier. I’m caught off guard to finally see the one and only sporting a baseball cap, jeans and a sweatshirt. He has gloves on too, it seems. Its not too cold, it’s only late October, he’s most likely trying to hide the metal that could set civilians into a panic and most certainly give him away. He’s standing near the plaque dedicated to the one James Barnes of the 107th.

I stand and observe him for a little while. He reads the words over and over again. Its a good ten minutes before I finally walk over, careful not to startle him. I stand next to him and read the plaque for myself.
“Bucky seems like he was a great person, definitely someone you’d want to befriend.” He seems caught off guard by my words and he takes a second to comprehend my sentence.
“Yeah I bet he was a great person.” He says. “Was.” He says. I don’t comment on it because I know I wasn’t supposed to hear it. After another few minutes of silence I start again.

“You know, Steve really misses you.” His head shoots up and his eyes are dark and guarded. He recognized the name.

“He remembers.” Steve’s words play over in my head.

“Who sent you?” He questions obviously ready for a fight.
“S.H.E.I.L.D.” the look on his face tells me he doesn’t believe me.
“They want to recruit you.” No response.
“Bucky-” recognition crosses his features, but is gone almost immediately and his eyes soften, barely. He looked like he was thinking hard, remembering.
“-Steve wants you back, he wants you to remember and I can help.” I show him my S.H.E.I.L.D badge for proof
“Let’s go because that guard hasn’t stopped watching you since you came in.” We head towards the street making our way to my car.
A tall man blocks our way. I pull out a gun and shoot. I clip his shoulder and he gets my leg, I collapse, but shoot again, this time its a head shot. The car’s gone and I can’t walk.
“How’d you get those through security?”
“Same way you got your arm through. Can you carry me, I can’t walk.” He picks me up as if I weighed nothing while I made a makeshift tourniquet.
I call Steve and then Romanoff and Banner, but none of them answer. He sets me down in a chair when we reach the safe house.
“Well, Earth’s mightiest heroes aren’t answering, I guess we’ll spend the night here. I’ll take first watch. You rest.” He hesitates, obviously not trusting me.
“If Steve trusts me, you can too. I promise.” He gets up and heads towards the bathroom. I hear the water start to run. I decide to make something light to eat for us, assuming he hasn’t had much lately. I hear the door click open.
“Hey, I made us dinner-” he standing in the doorway with only a towel wrapped around his waist. “I uhm, left my clothes.”
I hand him his clothes and try to keep my gaze from wandering. The door clicks shut again and I let out a breath I hadn’t known I was holding in. I sit on the bed and begin eating my sandwich. Bucky comes out, fully clothed with his hair neatly combed. I hand him his plate.
“You know, if there’s anything you want to know about yourself, I could try to answer, the basics at least. You’ll have to ask Rogers on the rest.”
“You know, that wasn’t me. None of it was me, I killed… So many people b-but, it wasn’t me.”
“I know Bucky.” I say taking his plate as he lays down.

He tosses and turns for hours. And when his breathing finally evens out I’m relieved to know he’s at least resting. I know what torture can do to a person. He sleeps for about an hour before he wakes up, immediately on guard. He wraps his metal hand around my throat
“Кто тебя послал?” Who sent you?
I’ve never been caught like this before, I could get out easily, but that would only make him more nervous,
“Bucky.” I choke out. “Its me, no one sent me.” His eyes soften and he drops me.
“I’m so sorry.” He says softly, glancing at the forming bruises.
“Its okay, I have them too, you know.” He looks surprised,
“You do?”
“Mm.” He looks at me for another second before going and sitting on the bed. He mutters quietly in Russian, but I can’t make out the words. I sidestep my bag and go to the sink.
“Drink.” I say handing him the glass. “What were you just mumbling?”
“Пытки равна прочности.”
“Torture equals strength.” We say together.
“ It was written on every surface back at Hydra.” I sit on the bed next to him, a bit closer than necessary.
“Все это будет нормально.” It’ll all be okay
He looks up at me and for the first time I see the ghost of a smile grace his features.
My phone rings interrupting our conversation.
“I’m sorry, we had a mission, I’ll come out to pick you up now.”

Thanks Clint, see you soon.“

"Katniss will be here soon, just throw your stuff in my duffle, I got it.” He does as he’s told, obviously confused, and goes back to his spot on the bed. It kind of set me off that he was trusting me. I knew well enough that it was an act. That he would try something. It was almost too easy.


Bucky became my new partner on all my missions and he’s remembering more and more.
With the help of Steve of course.
Its been about 2 years. I’ll fill you in on the details.

I was right, when Clint came, Bucky tried to escape. To kill us. He didn’t succeed. He was locked up for a while, with only minimal visits from me or from Steve. Steve helped him to remember, I was like a therapist. Maybe it was because I didn’t remind him, maybe because I was, in a sense, a stranger, but nevertheless, we grew closer. Eventually, I got Fury to agree to let Barnes roam, with me as an escort. Once he was stable enough, he began training, which, in my opinion, he didn’t need. And then he was recruited.

“Hey, Buck, we gotta go, we’re on our way to Vegas, remember?”
Finally, a mission in a nice place. We drop down and check into a nice hotel, that’s a new one. There’s a Hydra base under one of the abandoned casinos in town and its our job to take it down.


“Hey Buck, we’re in Vegas, we should do something fun.”
I say as we walk away from the burning building, cliché am I right?

“Why don’t we go back to the hotel and order room service? Watch a few movies, I’m still not caught up with the 21st century.” I laugh and nod my head in agreement.
I collapse on the bed and bury my face in the pillow.
“Are you tired, Мой ангел?”
I feel a rush of warmth at the name. Did he just call me his angel?
“No, just getting comfy.” I reply, my voice muffled my the pillow.
“I can make you comfy.” He says climbing in beside me and pulling me to him. He trails kisses up my neck to my jaw. I turn over to face him and give him a puzzled look. I’m not denying my feelings, everyone knew they were there, we’ve just never… confronted it, or even talked about it. And he’s never this carefree.

He smiles and captures my lips with his, a soft, yet hungry kiss, like he’d been waiting to do it. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he instinctively put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up. I tuck my hand up under his shirt and he pulls away only long enough my me to slip his shirt off and throw it across the room. I trace the skin where the metal meets, its still red, but not as bad as when I caught him watching his own reflection. As if he were a monster, a few weeks after I brought him to S.H.E.I.L.D. he slipped my shirt up over my head and trailed kisses down my neck, to my chest and onto my stomach, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. He brings his mouth back up to mine and his tongue skims my bottom lip. The moment ends when my phone rings insanely loudly. Bucky curses under his breath.
“What?” I snap at the person on the other line.
“Did I interrupt?” Comes the snarky voice of Tony on the other end.
“Why are you calling, Stark?”
“I sent Natasha to come get you guys, she’ll be there in a few hours.”
I end the call without a goodbye and look to the soldier piercing me with his blue eyes.
“I’m sorry.” He just chuckles and places a light kiss to my forehead.
“We’d better get dressed.” He muses a playful smirk on his face.
“To be continued, Кукла.”


anonymous asked:

see, the problem I have with people lumping everything into "modern art" is that you get actually interesting pieces, and then things like "3 Strings" which is literally 3 strings hung from a ceiling, or this other piece I can't remember the name of that's a stick family drawn on a plasma tv screen. Note that these were all in a gallery. Modern art varies, and for every shitty thing there's a good thing.

Yeah it really does vary a lot. It’s like with most things, there’s good and there’s bad. It’s just that bad modern art LOOKS bad but also some people think it’s good because it’s done by a specific artist, which oftentimes defeats the purpose. Meanwhile there’s lots of really good artists who fail to get recognized, despite creating very nice looking art.

A lot of modern art gets passed up because it lacks any real form of symbolism, which to me is really nice because it places all the focus on the aesthetic quality of the work or the innovation of the medium. I saw one person who abused the qualities of 3d printers to create interesting designs. It was interesting because of her use of the medium, not what it meant, and that was nice to me.

The 2ps Read Killing Stalking

2p America: Why does the killer dude have nice clothes and shit? I would rob him if he wouldn’t fucking kill me. And the kid needs to man the fuck up and beat the motherfucker! I wouldn’t let this asshole kick my- Oh shit, he’s sucking his dick!! See, this is why gets treated disrespectfully. The dude is literally is sucking his dick!

2p Canada: Crazy motherfuckers.. I want to feel bad for the scrawny one but he does deserve it.. I guess not to this level. I mean, look at him. He can barely keep himself at a healthy weight! This is some shit America would do. The fucker has a baseball bat and that stupid look on his face, like he knows he’s trouble but pretends to be a good.. *hates Sang Woo a bit for that*

2p England: That poor child! Someone save him! *gets more shocked as he continues reading* *starts crying* I just want him to be free! No honey, don’t crawl! You can do it!

2p China: Yeah, he’s fucked. No way in hell he’s getting out of there alive or without being dragged back inside. *continues reading* Ok, I’ve heard of kissing ass but..sucking dick is new!

2p Russia: *hates it* Why is there so much blood and violence?

2p France: What the fuck is?! Oh shit- *continues reading for boobs* This guy is so bipolar. First he wants to kill the guy then wants him to suck him off then kill him then never wants him to leave him. For fuck’s sake, make up your fucking mind..

2p Italy: Torture him more! That’s what he gets for breaking into people’s houses! (He starts feeling a little bad as he continues reading) This dude is so hopeless.. Also, how did the cop fuck up that badly??

2p Germany: R.I.P the country whore! (He loves that name for him)

2p Japan: (He secretly takes this as a competition and plans to make a better manga than this one) Is this a doujin of Shingeki No Kyojin? Fucking Korea..

2p Romano: Aw, they’d make a cute couple, if he wasn’t, you know.. He’s hot and crazy but that’s ok as long as he doesn’t hurt the child too badly *reads the part with Ji Eun* Bitch, you better lose the attitude before you end up like him! *continues reading* DID THIS MAN FUCK THIS BITCH IN FRONT OF HIM??? BITCH, I’M SHOOK!!!! (He laughs at the part where she gets a wrench thrown at her) Talk shit, get hit!

2p Prussia: *relates to Yoon Bum on an emotional level* I really hopes he gets out of there.. Or at least fix Sang Woo. I really like the art style and story of this, though it’s a bit nerve-wracking

2p Austria: This is hella sadistic, I love it!! The torture in here is perfect! I’ll have to take notes and use it someday!

okay once again “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone” is not an apology and does not take responsibility for the toxic things you do that have a negative affect on others. and sure, yeah, getting of this site is probably good for you or whatever but you nee to fucking know that the issue here that you need to work on? is not to “stop caring what people on the internet think about” you, but to listen when you are given genuine criticism and told that what you are doing is wrong and toxic and actually look at your actions and change your behavior to become a better person. that’s what growing it, not to stop caring what people on the internet think.

and that “bad taste” that you’ve left in people’s mouths is not some mysterious reaction with an unknown source, it’s you, being a liar and manipulating people and spreading hate and negativity and sure, you can throw this back at me and say all ive done tonight is spread hate about you and you know what? sure. you’re right. tonight i have said a lot of negative things on this blog but look back at the history of my blog and compare it to yours. i don’t thrive on drama i’m not doing this and saying these things because i enjoy the negativity that’s coming from it i’m doing it because i’m sick of your bullshit. ive had enough and i want to give people the chance to be spared of it because you don’t seem to be capable of change.

and going and saying things like people “feel like this is the only way to react to me” is BULLSHIT and you know it. how many times HOW MANY TIMES did i come to you and try to just talk to you about issues we were having how many times did i tell you “hey this isn’t cool and doing this hurts people” because in the six months that we were friends IVE LOST COUNT so don’t go off and say this is coming out of nowhere. it’s not. it’s long over due and i’m just sad that it took me so long to see that so many of my friends were right about you. this is not “the only way to react” to you it’s the only way that you might LISTEN and consider that you have SERIOUSLY hurt people.

and you know what i don’t even know if you’ll see this because a) you have me blocked and b) supposedly you’re staying off for a while but i hope you do see this. because i need you to really REALLY understand that this is not coming out of nowhere. this is not illogical slander or hate this is many MANY people grown tired of your actions and your unwillingness to take responsibility for them like the grown-as 22 year old ADULT that you are.

and for the record? agreeing and saying that a fucking INFANT baby looks overweight and you’re “concerned” for her health? when she’s a perfectly normal chubby baby with healthy fat rolls? fucking disgusting. You should be ashamed of that.

dear budding freelance writers

first off: i’m not a lawyer. this is all accurate to my knowledge but i’m not formally educated or trained in most of this, i just work around it and pick some stuff up

look i’m currently suffocating under crushing debt so i was like ‘hey i’ll see if there are any magazines taking submissions’ cause i may or may not get chosen but at least its something i’d be doing anyway and timelines and genre restrictions never hurt a girl

i ended up on this page (upwork) looking for “ghostwriters” and it’s laughable to downright insulting.

such as: “Hello, I produce [REDACTED]. So if you are looking for a recurring job as a freelance writer you came to the right place! Here is what I need: Someone who can be a good researcher. Don’t plagiarize. All books are run through plagscan and copyscape. They need to be 100 percent original. Timeliness - The faster you produce these (with quality) the more jobs you will get. This job will be recurring if you do a good job. I will pay a maximum of $10 per 1000 words. Lastly, by accepting this job, I will own all the rights to the book. This includes characters, places etc. I own all the rights. Thank you!”

there were SO MANY OF THESE. look. i work in intellectual property for my day job. so here’s the thing: if you, a creative, does a “work for hire” agreement, like the one above, that means anything you produce under this agreement does not belong to you. you have effectively “sold” your intellectual property aka the story and all is defining characteristics - people, places, plot.

WORK FOR HIRE AGREEMENTS ARE NOT BAD! i see a lot of pushback against them on tumblr which is baffling to me because in the real world they’re how many creatives make money - by selling their creativity. with tv shows, for example, their characters and plots and what not do not belong to the creator of the show. they belong to the network of the show because they paid for them. writers of episodes don’t own the creative content of those episodes - the network does. because the writers are “work for hire” aka they’re getting paid specifically for their creative content.

work for hire agreements are usually the most advantageous when the payer is hiring the creator for the execution of a project rather than the creation of it. for example: hiring a writer to create a story out of a detailed outline, or an artist to draw something under strict specifications. the more creativity aka intellectual property the creator must generate and ultimately sell the rights too, the higher the pay should be for the work. (should. i’ve seen instances where pay is less but something else is gained - like different rights or credits - and that’s equally as acceptable as long as it’s what the creator wants. the creator should gain something equal to the value of what they are selling. obviously)

so the idea that $10 per 1000 words of pure original content is in any way shape or form acceptable is absolutely ridiculous. most literary magazines, which pay way more, get some form of publication rights but you the author retain all ownership rights. they’re not paying you for your intellectual property, only their right to display it without you suing them for infringing on your rights as a creator and owner of original content.

know your worth. know your value. i don’t know how many of these ridiculous ads actually get takers, but please do not answer any of them.

your ideas and writing and talent are worth more than pennies

alexander hamilton. basically a walking dictionary. talks too loud without noticing it, his laughter wakes everyone in the building. smells like coffee and ink. loves strongly and fiercely. the most protective of the group, always looking out for his friends, always making sure they’re okay. not too good at taking care of himself, though. friendly to all who meet him, even though it’s not hard to get on his bad side. can be soft and gentle when needed, or reckless and cold. makes too many puns, they’re usually really bad. always writing down who-knows-what in his notebooks, even when there are no notes to copy. loves knowledge and learning. could hold a witty banter for hours. has a nervous habit of running a hand through his messy hair. intolerant of anyone messing with his squad, will fight anyone who dares to hurt one of them. values loyalty above all else. tries to bring up politics in every conversation possible. knows a lot about disney. loves to read, but doesn’t do it for fun. is never scared to say what he’s thinking, which gets him into trouble a lot. tries to be nice, but every little comment tends to bother him. the hamilsquad have a “take a shot whenever alexander starts a fight” game. really bad at showing his emotions, but he tries. smart without trying. always blames the others when things go wrong, even when he knows it was definitely his fault. doesn’t quite understand science, but is endlessly fascinated by it. can talk for six hours about the same thing without getting bored. can sweet-talk his way out of almost anything. contagious excitement. prodigy in economics. non-stop, literally. always doing something, and hates leaving things unfinished. doesn’t get enough sleep so he runs on coffee; black and no sugars. will stay up until four am to finish an essay due in two weeks. extremely bad at self care, makes everyone go crazy with worry when he doesn’t sleep for days. can survive on only coffee and pasta. doesn’t do anything minimally. makes grand, full-out gestures. complete drama queen.


valentine’s day over the years with nick and charlie

[nick and charlie are from solitaire by alice oseman]

I saw a tweet on twitter about how Yuuri might regret having Victor back in competition because there’s no way he’s going to win now. It used Yuuri’s GPF score this year and compared it to Victor’s last year, and it had… a lot of retweets. 

I’m here to say that is nonsense.

We have contextual, in series evidence that Yuuri absolutely can beat Victor. This isn’t a pipe dream or even “oh Yuuri could beat Victor on a bad day”. He could beat a very good Victor, if not possibly yet, an at his very best Victor. We SEE him breaking Victor’s free program world record. 

Let’s look at Yuuri’s two highest scores of the season for his programs:

Short program; Rostelecom Cup: 109.97

Free Program; Grand Prix Final: 221.58

This means that if he had performed both of those skates at one competition, that would have given him a score of 331.58

At the previous GPF Victor’s score was 335.76. This is implied to be a record breaking score within the universe. To get this score, Victor had to be at his best at the GPF. It wasn’t mediocre Victor that night. It wasn’t good Victor. It was great Victor. He was miles above the rest of the competition (I think the next ranked was like 300??). 

I don’t even really need to get detailed wrt to scoring to explain how Yuuri can beat that. Yuuri’s score had he skated those two programs at one competition would have been only 4.18 behind Victor’s. This is certainly a margin that Yuuri can close with tweaking of his programs/perhaps a couple changes in his elements. 

And more so, Yuuri’s short program score of 109.97 is from BEFORE he added the quad flip, a jump that has a base value of about two points higher than the toe loop he previously had in its place. 

If Yuuri, at the skill level he’s achieved, were to skate his absolute best, he’d have a decent chance of beating Victor. Its not a far off, ridiculous goal. It’s real and plausible and completely within his reach. 

Voltron- TransLance Headcannon

When Lance was going through Garrison training and first meet Hunk he was the only one to immediately accept his identity with no problem. Hunk even went out of his way to treat Lance like a real friend when he didn’t have a reason too. Like some people snickered at Lance one day at school and Hunk went off on them and probably would have gotten into a fight with them if a teacher hadn’t been there. Lance just constantly flirting with girls thinking its the “manly” thing to do, and Lance really suffering with the issues of toxic masculinity.

Lance getting angry and frustrated during the fitness part of the their training because he can’t keep up with the squad, well that is till Hunk looks back and see Lance catching his breath and he runs back to keep pace with him. Just Hunk being the greatest emotional support when Lance fails their first fitness test as Lance doesn’t feel like he’s good enough. 

Lance seeing Pidge at the garrison and giving her pointers on how not to look like a girl and convince people that she was a man. Pidge nearly jumps out of her skin when lance calls her out on her disguise but then realizes that of all the people that wouldn’t try to out her it was Lance. Lance and Pidge really bonding together at the garrison. Lance overcoming the predigests placed on him and he starts to excel at the garrison with pidge and Hunk’s support.

Like Lance and Hunk doing extra training because Lance doesn’t feel “Man” enough and Hunk reassuring him its ok to not be able to wrestle a bear, but still being there and supporting him through his workouts. Lance and all his hard work paying off later on when he outscores everyone on the next test, Lance running up to Hunk and giving him flying tackle and Hunk catches him and spins him around their both so happy.

Lance getting a letter one day from home and Pidge and Hunk walk in on Lance crying and they immediately assume that someones dead or something but Lance just laughs and points to the letter from his family and they read the first lines “To our patient and loving son, Lance.” and Lance is just so happy its the first time his parents call him their son, and then Hunk and Pidge hug him.

And then they go off and have episode 1 happen and Keith and Lance just constantly arguing and having their “Rivalry” happen and it 100% stems from Lances crush on Keith that they’re both oblivious too. When Lance finally does acknowledge his crush he tries to suppress it because it makes him question his identity “Why did I go through all this just to love a boy again?”, “Does this make me less of a dude for liking dudes?” and just Lance having breakdowns in space wondering if he’s good enough or if he’s a real and valid person.

Then we get to episode 6 where Keith goes to untie Lance but when Keith unhooks Lance he notices how he’s all moody and down. And Its because Lance feels so useless being the “Damsel in distress” and it makes him not feel like he’s living up to “Being a Man”, and as Lance always does he brushes off his emotional instability with jokes about how Keith’s worrying too much. And then after Crystal Venom Keith finds Lance in his room crying because “I had to have someone save me again why can’t i be good enough?” and Keith comforts Lance and helps him break down toxic masculinity because living in multiple foster homes really forced Keith into developing those same attitudes and he had to eventually over come them. And Keith reassuring Lance that it’s ok to not be Mr. Macho and no one of the team thinks any less of him for anything he does. And Lance takes Keiths advice, he stops flirting with every alien female he sees, instead he flirts with Keith every chance he gets. 

a few things to think about in regards to jason’s eyes matching the sky

hazel dragging jason outside so she can see his eyes turn a bubblegum pink

the seven sitting in a semicircle around a bonfire and taking bets on what color jason’s eyes will be tonight. annabeth always wins 

jason on his way to percy’s place on the subway and a little girl sitting next to him asks him why his eyes look the same as the sky. he wants to tell her its a reflection (to stay on the safe side) but he ends up telling her its magic

on a particular bad day (thanks to zeus) the sky has been a swirl of storm clouds and thunder, but near the end of the day he lets up and the only reminder of the bad day is jason’s stormy eyes. a good ending to a bad day

piper commenting on how his eyes could give van gogh a run for his money

according to leo, the only good thing about visiting percy in the winter is getting to see jason’s signature blushy pink eyes 

(percy’s eyes)


Derek: “I have no clue how you deal with them. I mean look at them Ethan and Benny are like carbon copies of Stiles and Scott. Who knows how bad the four of them could be together.” 
Sarah: “Hey, at least your Erica and my Erica are getting along. After they got over the werewolf/vampire thing. It’s freaky how much they’re alike and I don’t know if that’s good or bad.”
Derek: “I’m honestly just waiting to see how much Rory can annoy Isaac before Isaac strangles him.”
Sarah: “Yeah, Rory has that effect on people. Luckily they have you and me to keep them in place or who knows where these dorks would be without us.”    

Saeran POV head canon thing/late night Yooran feels

Ok ok but like I think about yooran so much?? I like got many ideas I can’t deal with them?? Like Saeran has Yoosung in his phone contacts as ‘My Sunshine’ and he really loves talking with him and seeing him and it’s just so good and fuck this ship is gonna kill me?? Like he also gets really bad dreams n stuff about hurting Yoosung and that’s scares him so bad and he gotta call or text him to make sure he’s ok. Also will like death glare at anyone who looks at Yoosung wrong, he can go from sweet to I will cut u in .5 seconds if needed.