this show is surprisingly not horrible

taylor swift in 2014: For years, I was never sure if we were friends or not. She would come up to me at awards shows and say something and walk away, and I would think, ‘Are we friends, or did she just give me the harshest insult of my life?…She did something so horrible. I was like, 'Oh, we’re just straight-up enemies.’ And it wasn’t even about a guy! It had to do with business. She basically tried to sabotage an entire arena tour. She tried to hire a bunch of people out from under me. And I’m surprisingly non-confrontational – you would not believe how much I hate conflict. So now I have to avoid her. It’s awkward, and I don’t like it. Sometimes the lines in a song are lines you wish you could text-message somebody in real life. I would just be constantly writing all these zingers – like, 'Burn. That would really get her.’ And I know people are going to obsess over who it’s about, because they think they have all my relationships mapped out. But there’s a reason there are not any overt call-outs in that song. My intent was not to create some gossip-fest. I wanted people to apply it to a situation where they felt betrayed in their own lives.

katy perry in 2017: It’s about backing dancers. It’s so crazy! OK, so there are three backing dancers that went on tour with her tour, right? And they asked me before they went on tour if they could go, and I was like, ‘Yeah, of course. I’m not on a record cycle, and get the work, and she’s great and all that. But I will be on a record cycle in about a year, so be sure to put a 30-day contingency in your contract so you can get out if you want to join me when I say I’m going back on.’ So that year came up, right? And I texted all of them—because I’m very close with them—and I said, ‘Look, just FYI: I’m about to start, I want to put the word out there.’ And they said, ‘All right, we’re going to talk to management about it.’ And they did. And they got fired. And I tried to talk to her about it, and she wouldn’t speak to me.It was a full shutdown and then she writes a song about me. There’s a situation. Honestly, she started it and it’s time for her to finish it. And I tried to talk to her about it, and she wouldn’t speak to me… It was a full shut down and then she writes a song about me. And I’m like, ‘Okay, cool, cool, cool, that’s how you want to deal with it?’ Karma! I’m ready for that B.S. to be done.  Now, there is the law of cause and effect. You do something, and there is going to be a reaction. And trust me, daddy, there’s going to be a reaction. I think personally that women together, not divided – and like none of this petty sh-t – women together will heal the world.

people who don’t realise taylor put all this info on the table herself 3 years ago:

It’s really astounding to me that Katy can claim Taylor ‘started it’ when Taylor perfectly explained why she wrote bad blood.

“For years, I was never sure if we were friends or not,” she says. “She would come up to me at awards shows and say something and walk away, and I would think, ‘Are we friends, or did she just give me the harshest insult of my life?’” Then last year, the other star crossed a line. “She did something so horrible,” Swift says. “I was like, ‘Oh, we’re just straight-up enemies.’ And it wasn’t even about a guy! It had to do with business. She basically tried to sabotage an entire arena tour. She tried to hire a bunch of people out from under me. And I’m surprisingly non-confrontational – you would not believe how much I hate conflict. So now I have to avoid her. It’s awkward, and I don’t like it.”

(Pressed, Swift admits there might have been a personal element to the conflict. “But I don’t think there would be any personal problem if she weren’t competitive,” she says.)“

Notice how Taylor never mentioned Katy’s name and never has. But Katy has made it her life goal to insert herself in all Taylor news. Katy keeps talking about Karma but from what I see is Taylor has had 3 hit songs, in three separate genres in 2016. While Katy struggles to enter the top 20 on iTunes with her latest 3 singles. Which all have had features. Karma is here but it sure isn’t coming for Taylor.

The Ten Types of Supernatural Episode:  an Illustrated Guide.

1.  The Generic:

This is the kind of episode fandom veterans fondly refer to as “Old School Supernatural.”  Features a 70s rock soundtrack, a classic (yet in hindsight, relatively nonthreatening) ghost or monster, comically bad special effects, and body horror.  Probably from season one. 

Examples:  “Wendigo,” “Bloody Mary,” “Bugs.”    

2.  The Classic:

Not to be confused with the Generic, the Classic is the kind of episode that everybody remembers and everybody loves.  It’s infinitely quotable, carefully toes the line between hilarious and absurd, and is still frequently blogged about even if it came out 7+ years ago.  Almost definitely features Gabriel. 

Examples:  “Tall Tales,” “Mystery Spot,” “Changing Channels.”

3.  The Life Changer:

Once you see this episode, you will never be the same.  Whether it introduces a beloved character, kills them, or raises them from the dead, the Life Changer is the episode that either sends you into a downward spiral of unhealthy obsession, or merely accelerates it.

Examples:  “Lazarus Rising,” “Abandon All Hope,” “Lucifer Rising.”

4.  The Black Comedy:

Though much of Supernatural revolves around a unique cocktail of horror and humor, the Black Comedy is almost impossible to miss.  From famine-induced cannibalism, to a would-be antichrist, to a killer pagan Santa Clause, the humor of these episodes is darker than Batman’s worst nightmares and probably at least twice as depressing, yet manages to be oddly magical all the same.

Examples:  “Yellow Fever,” “My Bloody Valentine,” “A Very Supernatural Christmas.”

5.  The Crack Fic: 

These are the episodes whose only real purpose is to make you wonder if Supernatural is some kind of elaborate fever dream.  Neither advance the plot nor provide much further insight into its characters, but still entertaining in terms of pure absurdity. 

Examples:  “Man’s Best Friend with Benefits,” “It’s a Dog Dean Afternoon,” most of season seven.  

6.  The WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic:

Despite having the same brand surreal absurdity of the Crack Fic, the WELL-WRITTEN Crack Fic not only serves to further character development, but will also tug at your heartstrings, make you laugh, and very likely make you cry. 

Examples:  “Monster Movie,” “Sam, Interrupted,” “Hunteri Heroici.”

7.  The Meta Fiction: 

Some shows break the fourth wall, but this one comes at it with a sledgehammer.  From directly addressing the fandom and its terminology to the show itself, the Meta Fiction episode is usually surprisingly enjoyable and well-done, if you can get past the sheer mindfuck of it.

Examples:  “Fanfiction,” “The French Mistake,” “Don’t Call me Shurley.” 

8.  The Tearjerker: 

This one specializes in one thing and one thing only, and that is emotionally destroying you.  May disguise itself as other kinds of episodes, like the Crack Fic and the Meta Fiction, before swiftly and efficiently moving in for the kill.

Examples:  “the Rapture,” “After School Special,” “the Man Who Would be King.”   

9.  The Tragedy Porn:

Do you enjoy watching your favorite characters suffer and die horribly for no particular reason?  No?  Well in that case, you picked the wrong show, my friend.  From the heart wrenching pain of Dean being forced to kick a newly-human Cas out of the bunker, to the soul-destroying injustices that were Kevin and Charlie, the Tragedy Porn is an episode that exists for no other reason than to make you want to crawl into a hole and die.

Examples:  “I’m No Angel,” “Dark Dynasty,” “Rock and a Hard Place.”

10.  The Grand Finale: 

The Tearjerker, made ten times worse with the addition of “Carry on my Wayward Son” and a cliffhanger ending.  Specializes in metaphorically ripping your heart out, making you sob like a pre-adolescent girl, and psyching you up for the next season, no matter how emotionally exhausted you may already be.

 Examples:  “No Rest For the Wicked,” “The Man Who Knew Too Much,” “Swan Song.”  

Dating Aleksandr Marchant would include

Originally posted by uberhaxor-dayyyyyuuum

-Whenever he doesn’t wake up with you beside him he texts you some shitty meme

-He brings you food a lot. It’s his way of showing he cares.

-He also deliberately fucks with you during recordings. He also gives you the shitty gifts James gives him from Amazon.

-If he gets sick, please keep him in bed. He will try to go on as normal and hurt himself.

-He likes it when you walk Mishka with him. Mishka likes it too.

-You crash his streams and he pretends to hate it. He adores it.

-He does try to do cute things, he fails horribly but he’s trying.

-He’s good at keeping you company if you’re sad. 

-Surprisingly good at cuddling.

-He will also go on long road trips with you. He’ll take you to the most beautiful places.

-He does love you. Even if he struggles to show it sometimes.

About why INFPs aren’t always pure and sometimes downright dangerous

I usually don’t post anything about MBTI on this blog, but there’s something I really need to get off my chest about INFP.

I’m INFP myself, and what I hate the most is that we’re mostly portrayed as kind, daydreaming beings, too good for this world, too pure. No. We aren’t.

Our dominant Fi means we’re lead by our own ethical agenda and our corresponding emotions - in a lot of cases, this makes us understanding, peaceful, and mindful of others because we believe that’s the right thing to do. We are perceived as Good Beings™ because society values compassion.

But remember, it’s because we believe in this agenda, and made it our very core.

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okay, amy and rosa’s friendship is super important to me and i just need to know more, so i have a shit tone of head canons of them that i need to happen (also im lowkey avoiding doing my college work by doing this) 

  • okay, so when rosa first meets amy, she is not 100% sure how to feel about her, because she is just so different, with her freshly pressed pant suits and her ponytails and so many binders. but one day they are put on a case together and rosa witnesses amy take down a perp that is twice the size of her and rosa is just in such awe at how badass she actually is.
  • the reason why rosa knows about the double tuck is because she listened to amy all night rambling on about this guy she had been dating and she did the thing and rosa just smiled to herself because she knew. (she also saw amy do it when she was with jake a few year later, before they were dating, but she kept that to herself).
  • one time amy made the mistake of going out with gina after work and she may have had a little too much to drink, which lead to rosa having to drive her home at two in the morning and listen to amy’s drunk rambles for twenty minutes (she slept on the couch to make sure that amy was going to be okay and made her breakfast in the morning).
  • amy likes the fact that she made rosa laugh so hard that water came out of her nose.
  • whenever they want to talk about people who happen to be in ear shot, they talk to each other in spanish which drives everyone crazy. 
  • the first time amy cried in front of rosa was when she found out that her abula had died. rosa followed her into the bathroom and sat on the floor with her for an hour, holding her hand as she sobbed her heart out. 
  • when jake and amy started dating, everyone expected rosa to give amy the classic “if you hurt him, i will hurt you” speech because jake and rosa have been friends longer and because rosa is scary but rosa gave the speech to jake and proceeded to tell him all the horrible ways she would plan to hurt him. 
  • after rosa found out about what happened on the prisoner transfer (aka the disaster weekend) she showed up to amy’s apartment with wine and all the disney movies that she had, which was surprisingly a lot, and they spent all night doing anything to avoid talking about that night 
  • they did talk about it a few weeks later and amy finally cried over her break up
  • even though she never told jake about breaking up with marcus, she did, however, told amy over leftover chinese food in the bullpen one night when they were both doing overtime 
  • sometimes, when rosa and amy sit together in the briefing room, and amy is being amy, rosa would just look at her and thing how much she loves this nerd and how grateful she is to have her in her life 
  • amy once told rosa that she was her best friend and rosa honestly felt overwhelmed and emotional and fuzzy (granted they have both had drunk a bottle of wine each) 
  • and of course rosa is amy’s maid of honor at her wedding after an hour long argument with kylie  
  • she would deny it if anyone asked but rosa cried when amy told her she was pregnant. twice. 
  • and not forgetting that rosa is the godmother of both of amy and jake’s kids 
  • I JUST LOVE AMY AND ROSA’S FRIENDSHIP SO MUCH OKAY PLEASE SOMEONE TALK TO ME ABOUT THIS
Interesting Conversation: Yandere-Kun, Feminism, and Escapism.

**Please keep in mind, while reading this, that this was purely a conversation of opinion and idea. Do not assume that anything we say directly will correlate to Yandere Simulator’s development, despite me being on the project.**


Since I voice Yandere-Chan, a lot of friends have asked me how development is coming for Yandere Simulator and, honestly, it’s wonderful to see it come to fruition slowly but surely. Everyone on the team, especially YandereDev himself, works very hard to make sure the game is a success and takes multiple steps to ensure that what they give everyone is what people would want for the game.

However, some have asked me (either to voice him or to understand why he is a concept) about Yandere-KUN. If you are unaware, Yandere-Kun would be the protagonist of Yandere Simulator as a male instead of a female (Ayano Aishi) and, in terms of adding him to the game, it is very much up in the air with no honest way to discern if it will happen or not. Many want it to happen while others do not want him or don’t care. 

One friend, however, vocalized her concern during a conversation about him. I had let it known that I was excited for the idea of a male protagonist (Yandere-Kun.), but was responded with, “That sounds like a horrible idea!” I, of course, asked why and was given a surprising reply. “Because, if Yandere-Chan was a man and Senpai was a woman, it would advocate female abuse at the hands of an aggressive man!!” With a grimace, I commented that, if Yandere-chan can get away with it, why can’t Yandere-kun? Of course (and not surprisingly so), I was greeted with “Because video games that show that a woman can be more powerful than a man promote pro-women, so it’s okay.” When I asked why she would want to censor a game like that (denying Yandere-Kun from even being considered an idea), she replied “Because video games can influence players into thinking that men stalking and abusing women is okay when it’s not!”

Allow me to make one thing clear: We are BOTH feminists. We both believe in the equality of women to men and that the stigma of women being inferior to men needs to end. However, in this case, I did not agree and allow me to explain why.

1. Yandere Simulator is not a romance game by any means of the word. It is a stealth social sabotage game where you, the player, destroy any chance for Senpai to be with anyone but you. Regardless of what gender you are, in a romantic setting, this would be abusive all around. As a player, you should understand already that this is game is not about romance, but about sabotage. To shun Yandere-Kun for being abusive as a man and not Yandere-Chan because she is a woman is almost counterproductive to the cause we both chase because we shouldn’t demand that women not be punished for things men do. We (SHOULD) demand equality, not privilege.

2. Senpai could be a man with a Yandere-kun. The situation is still the same; a person stalking and sabotaging a person’s social life and claiming them. There is an unfortunate amount of abuse in LGBT+ relationships, so you cannot focus that “Men abusing women” is a singular issue. If we are to fight on the idea that abuse is wrong, take it on all angles and all sexuality that it revolves around (which is all of them).

3. Video Games, as any fictional story is in the world, are meant to be a form of escapism. We, as human beings, are capable of separating truth from lie, fact and fiction. The simple popularity of Yandere Simulator proves this: We know that Yandere-Chan is a terrible human being. We know that murdering people is wrong. Despite this all, the vocal majority loves the game. In the realm of fiction, the lines of imagination and the extreme are elongated infinitely to where anything can happen. We should not demand to censor things, like a male yandere or gruesome school murder, in a fictional setting for the sake of comfort-ability because, as players and consumers, we have and have ALWAYS had the ability to choose not to partake in stuff we do not like. If you are uncomfortable with something, that’s your preference and people should respect you for it, but you cannot demand limitation for everyone else simply because you do not want it. You have to respect, in return, that others do not mind content you do not like.

The conversation quickly ended between us with her believing she was right and me wondering if my own thoughts were correct. After a moment, I confirmed it mentally.

T’was and interesting conversation indeed.

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I call this compilation “Strahov not scary enough to be in Angel of Darkness”

Because I was reading post-AoD fic Queen of Angels (as I already mentioned today) in Strahov, I decided to take a few pictures to show the… slight difference. And I don’t think it’s only because it’s spring. :D

Alright, not all of Strahov is like this, but this is the Strahov Monastery and its surroundings, the Strahov gardens and stuff. It’s kinda sad that AoD fans have Strahov associated with some dreary fortress. If only the Strahov library was in the final game too, to also show some prettier (and existing) Strahov locations. (No, there’s no fortress as far as I know XD )

Idea/prompt/Request thing was given to me by @aobasjohsais <3


Matsukawa runs a distressed hand through his messy hair, glaring daggers at the offending booth lying in front of them. Iwaizumi grunts to show that he understands, grinding his teeth together.

“Who’s fucking idea was this?” Iwaizumi asks in an icy voice, watch as a girl drops some money into a jar. She blushes horribly, shyly leaning over to place a kiss to Hanamaki’s lips. When she pulls away, she places a hand to her mouth, giggling- and it’s the most annoying sound Iwaizumi has ever heard.

Surprisingly, Hanamaki was very popular with girls and guys alike. Oikawa was the most popular of course, but most of the guys seem too scared to go to him, so they migrated over to Hanamaki.

To say Matsukawa and Iwaizumi were okay watching their boyfriends get kissed every three fucking minutes was a huge understatement. Why couldn’t everyone just go over to Yahaba? The second year was just leaning back with a smirk on his face, not seeming to care about the lack of attention on him.

“Iwaizumi-senpai,” Kindaichi says, nervously wringing his hands together, “Kunimi and Watari need help over at the bake sale. Kyoutani saw a dog outside and disappeared.” He explains, refusing to make contact with either of his senpais.

With a small sigh, Iwaizumi glances at Hanamaki and Oikawa, cringing as a girl basically throws her arms around Hanamaki, practically pouncing him like some hormonal animal. He then watches a guy shyly shuffles up to Oikawa’s booth, placing money in his jar-

Nope. “Alright.” He coughs, turning his attention to Kindaichi, “Just let me do something real quick, alright?”

Matsukawa leans against the wall, crossing his arms as he raises an eyebrow at Iwaizumi. What was he thinking?

Iwaizumi slides up to Hanamaki’s booth, promptly cutting in front of the next person line. “Iwaizumi, wh-?” Hanamaki starts, but Iwaizumi cuts him off by dropping enough money for way more than one kiss into his jar. He then grabs the collar of Hanamaki’s shirt, pulling him forward to roughly slide their lips together. He pulls away way too soon, quickly walking over to Oikawa’s station and carelessly throwing some money down before he pulls Oikawa towards him, kissing him firmly- tongue and all. After he pulls away, he nods in self satisfaction, turns to Kindaichi, and motions for him to lead the way.

He follows a red faced Kindaichi, leaves a flustered Hanamaki and Oikawa behind, and nods in acknowledgment as Matsukawa gives him a thumbs up.

Delicate {Kylo Ren}

Not Romantic

imagineherbrightskies asked: Imagine kylo walking along the street with some storm troopers and group of homeless kids run through them giving them flowers and the reader being the eldest out of them and giving flowers to kylo and yeah being all awesome

A/N: This is cute and spoiler free, also unedited as heck. It’s a year old. Geeze, I’m really sorry!! BTW the real reason Rigo wanted to hide flowers on the Stormtroopers was for the ~aesthetic~ but he couldn’t just say that. Set 5-10 years pre-TFA.


You were shaking, or, maybe you weren’t, it felt like you should be shaking. You had been living on the streets of Theed on Naboo for the past few years, and in that time you had managed to surround yourself with an adventurous pack of kids in the same situation as you. Naboo was fairly nice, the shop owners had seen your group grow up, doting upon you and giving you any food they could spare, and the generally summery climate meant that nights never got too cold.

On this particular day, you and your friends had decided to amuse yourselves with a game of truth or dare - “Nobody pick truth, truth is for wimps!” - and it had turned into a series of escalating challenges. It was your turn, and you were rather terrified as your best friend, a gungan boy named Rigo Baurs pondered his options.

“You’ve seen those Stormtropers, right?” There was a terrifying glint of mischief in his eyes. You nodded, nervous. The whole marketplace bad been buzzing with the news that a squad of Stormtroopers, as well as an honest-to-maker Knight of Ren, were visiting. No-one really knew why they were here, but apparently the Knight was connected to the Queen, but no-one knew how or why. “Well, I have a challenge for you; you pick flowers from the Amidala Memorial Garden, and then you have to hide as many as you can on the Stormtroopers.” He said.

“What? No!” You cried, “That’s so strange, why?” You spluttered. Rigo shrugged.

“I guess being the oldest means being the most boring.” He sneered, and the other kids jeered you on, “It’s not even that hard.” He said, airily.

“Fine, if it’s not so hard, you have to do it too.” You told him, poking him in the chest. He huffed.

“Easy.” He grinned, but his expression turned soft as one of the youngest, a little girl named Ji-Ryu, who was about five, tugged on his shirt.

“Can we help give the Stormies flowers?” She asked, and a few kids who were also very small nodded vigorously. Rigo paused, torn between looking amused and endeared.

“That’s not what we’re-”

“Please, Rigo , we’ll be nice and we won’t pick the bad flowers.” The girl interrupted, her eyes going wide as she quivered her bottom lip; the kids in your group could do the best puppy-dog eyes, which was great when asking for food, less good when it interrupted a heated match of truth dare or dare. Rigo looked at you, helplessly and you knelt down beside Ji-Ryu.

“Can you help us on a secret mission?” You asked, and her eyes lit up. “When we ask, you have to run in and give the Stormies flowers, be as cute as you can, that goes for all of you-” you pointed at the little kids behind her, “while Rigo and me give them secret flowers, OK?” The little kids began cheering, running off to gather flowers.

“Good call.” Rigo mused, and you smirked.

“Thanks.” You paused, “What if we’re caught? Stormtroopers aren’t exactly known for their leniency.” Rigo snorted.

“They’re also not known for their great aim, so I think if you run in a zig-zag you’ll be fine.” He said, smiling as one of the kids brought you both a bouquet of flowers. Rigo looked from the flowers to you. “First to five?”

“You’re on.” 

You and Rigo spent the rest of the day directing and coordinating your squads of children, intercepting the Stormtroopers while the two of yhou swooped in to place your flowers. The rules were simple; the flower had to stay in contact with the Stormtrooper for a full minute, if it falls off, you don’t get the point. You can sabotage one another, but not violently, and when one person gets to five points, the other person only gets one turn to match them, and the game continues until someone fails.

It was close to the end of the day and you were pretty disappointed, waiting with Rigo to watch the Stormtrooper for the minute where he was securely lodged in between two plates of armour. He had called out to the Stormtrooper during your last go, making the trooper turn and spot you behind him, where you were trying to wedge a flower into the gap between his helmet and bodysuit. You scarpered, running out of them and dropping the flower, terrified, while Rigo simply laughed.

“I said I’m sorry!” He argued after the minute was up. He had officially gained five points and you were stuck on three, with seemingly no hope of return. “Look, I’ve got a final challenge. If you complete it, we call it even and I drop the dare.” He said, ad you narrowed your eyes suspiciously. “The Knight of Ren.” He said and your eyes flew open.

“No. No way. Too far, too far even for you.” You snapped, taking a step back.

“All right, I’m suggesting this because I’m your friend and it’s hilarious; what if we went in all the kids at once, so you’re not going in alone.”

“I’m not going in at all; he’ll literally kill me, Ri.”

“Fine!” He threw his hands in the air, “You flank them and chuck a flower in his hood, like a stealth grenade.”

“Why are you so interested in this?” You asked.

“Mostly boredom,” he admitted, “but also, we’ll never have this opportunity again, don’t throw it away.” You took a deep breath.

“Make sure all the kids get out before I do.” Your voice was even but you were a mess of sudden nerves inside.

“You talk like you’re about to die-” Rigo chuckled.

Promise me.” You said, jabbing him until he promised. “Give me a flower.” You grumbled, and he did. You waited for him to orginise the children, before he turned to you.

“Alright, they’re going to run in from the front, yelling and throwing flower petals, you’re going to come through the back, going straight through the middle. Toss the flower into the guy’s hood and keep running, OK?” He clapped his hand on your shoulder and you nodded, despite your uncertainty. You slipped through the backk alleies until you were able to see Rigo waiting for your signal. You gave him the thumbs up and the children began to run out through the street, laughing and shouting and distracting the Stormtroopers as you raced through. Your heart was in your throat as the flower in your hand was all but crushed in your grip, but you could see the Knight of Ren in the middle coming up fast and you shoved all thoughts from your mind, throwing the flower at him and continuing on.

You heard Rigo call out for the kids to move out, but a hand grabbed the back of your shirt, and you were yanked backwards. You let out a yelp as you were dragged back by the cold hand of a Stormtrooper, and suddenly you found yourself staring up at The Knight of Ren, a wilted, crushed flower sitting atop his head. It would be funny if it wasn’t terrifying.

“What is your name?” His voice was deep and cold, making you flinch. You were silent. “What is your name?” he repeated.

“[Y/N].” You whispered. He thought for a long moment.

“And what-” he picked the flower off his head with a delicate hand, “is this?”

“A flower.” You whimpered.

“What?” He asked, voice loud.

“A flower, Sir, from the Amidala Memorial Garden.” You yelped, shying away as best you could in the Stormtrooper’s iron grip. “Please, don’t hurt me! It was just a game! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” You pleaded, bracing yourself for anything. There was a long moment of silence and curious, you opened your eyes just a fraction. The Knight of Ren’s mask was terrifying up close; he was squatting down to be at eye level with you, and in one movement, he removed the helmet. 

You were expecting some horrible creature, a monster that would haunt your dreams, instead, there was just a man. He looked older than you, but not by more than ten years.

“I’m not a monster,” he assured you,, before looking at the flower in his hand, “Who is the memorial for?”

“I don’t know- some Queen who died a long time ago.” You mumbled, “There’s a sign there, I think.” You told him. He looked to the Stormtrooper holding you, before waving him away.

“Can you show me the way?” He voice was surprisingly soft, and you nodded, shakily, squirming nervously. He straightened up, gesturing in front of himself for you to lead the way. You didn’t look behind yourself, simply weaving through the well known streets, trusting that the Stormtroopers would keep up. 

The park was beautiful, with a bronze statue of a beautiful woman surrounded by flowers. You turned to see the Knight of Ren gazing up at the statue with awe in his gaze.

“Did you know her?” You asked, it was a stupid question, he was fairly young, but there was an knowing glint in his eye. There was regret in his voice when he answered.

“No.”

Why you need to see Bill the Film

-It’s by the guys who did Horrible Histories, known as the Idiot Pie. If you like HH you’ll love this

-it’s like Shakespeare smashed with Monty Python and you will be laughing your guts out

-There a SO MANY references to Shakespeare, some are really sneaky

-Like Horrible Histories it shows how really gross the Elizabethan time was it’s great

-It also gets (kinda a spoiler?) surprisingly dark

-FREAKING GABRIELLE

-“Hello, I’m a man in a play. Hello, I’m a woman in a play.”

-Shakespeare writing a musical

-Like HH and Yonderland it’s super colorful and heartfelt

-Between the six from the Idiot Pie, they play about 40 characters

-Plan J

Seriously if you like history and shakespeare or just plain funny movies you have to see it it’s a delight

undergaster  asked:

You can show us a full body of moonstone? (A fusion between Lightning Ridge Opal and Gray Star Sapphire if I remember right.) Because I want to see them, and for some reasons I imagine them as not-that-much-but-still-surprisingly-stabile-fusion.

mun T is going to kill me llululu I’m horrible remembering the gems names I was frantically looking for a fusion of eridan and karkat ;w; 

here you go dear! We only have a sketch but I totally agree with you! 

The dude looks like a noodle with meaty arms lmaooo

He could prob bench press our Equinep fusion 

- Mew )) 

triedtostayaway  asked:

More sense8 headcanons please!

this is so deliciously vague it took me a while to figure something out for it but here have some general daily cluster family life things 

  • sun, lito, and will spend a lot of time exercising and its kind of annoying when lito is chugging down kale smoothies and will is jogging when riley just wants to bundle up with a tub of ice cream and play animal crossing all day and not have to feel the judgement of the others’ healthy lives 
  • once lito yelled at will for like an hour because he spent the whole day without noticing he had something stuck in his teeth and it was driving him crazy 
  • wolfie is naked all the time and it kind of seeps over and nomi once went all the way down to check the mail and back before she realized she wasn’t wearing any clothes 
  • neets pulls out cards against humanity during game night one day and it becomes a super-competitive back-and-forth between sun and wolfie to see which of them can make the most horrible morally bankrupt choices possible. surprisingly, capheus is also pretty good at that. 
  • will gets really sucked into app games, and he and kala went through a pretty bad kim kardashian: hollywood phase together
  • neets and daniela both watch super dramatic reality shows, and wolfie actually got really into them and now he watches religiously and won’t stop quoting real housewives and ru paul’s drag race 
  • sun, kala, and will get together every couple of weeks and binge watch a new k-drama with no subtitles until they forget what the sun feels like and riley has to come check on them

eternalrainfangirl  asked:

maybe some solangelo on a roadtrip, or Will fruitlessly teaching Nico how to use a bow and arrow (and yknow, that cheesy thing where he will put his arms around Nico and stuff aha). idk lol

{oohh solangelo road trip sounds fun and i might do that in the future but for now i’m going with will attempting to teach nico archery~}
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Nico only went to archery class because Will Solace taught it. He was absolutely horrible at using a bow and arrow but his stupid crush on the son of Apollo drove him to show up to archery every other day.

Usually Nico could get away with just staring at Will and listening without paying attention, managing to deal with his bow and arrow with surprisingly little casualties.

But today he noticed Will was watching him too and this realization made Nico fumble with an arrow, slicing his finger. “Ow!” he yelped.

“Careful, these are real arrows.” Will addressed the whole class, but started walking towards Nico. “You okay?” he asked once he reached him.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine,” Nico said, smearing the blood between his fingers, “It’s just a cut.”

“Alright.” Will started to walk away, and then stopped and turned back around, “You’re a strange case, you know that? Usually when someone goes to practice something three days a week, they get better at it. You’ve only gotten worse.”

“Maybe you’re just a horrible teacher.” Nico said.

“Nah, I’m a great teacher,” Will said, gesturing to the people around them, “Everyone else is doing fine.”

Nico lifted his bow and attempted to shoot an arrow, but it sprung out of his hands and landed 2 feet to left. “Why am I failing, then?”

Will watched him and sighed, “Because you clearly haven’t been paying attention. You’re holding the bow upside down, for starters.”

“Oh,” Nico flipped the bow, “Now what?”

“Now keep the bow straight out in front of you and grab an arrow.” Will said.

It seemed like Nico could do nothing right when it came to archery. When he tried to nock the arrow, he dropped it again. He picked it up with a frustrated sigh and moved to try again.

“You’re holding the arrow wrong, too. Here.” Will reached out to guide Nico’s fingers to the right positions around the bow and arrow.

A jolt ran through Nico when they touched, though he knew there was nothing behind that gesture.

“Can I shoot it now?” Nico asked, talking to distract himself from his own racing heart.

“Almost. You just need to stand up straight, you won’t be able to aim right if you’re slouching,” Will told him, his hands moving to Nico’s shoulders to push them back a bit. “There. Now pull the arrow back all the way to the corner of your mouth, and let go.”

“Okay.” Nico said, though he was finding it hard to concentrate with Will standing so close to him. Gods, did he know how distracting he was? Nico sighed, imagining the target was his feelings as he fired the arrow with conviction.

The arrow missed the target by inches.

“You were close this time, at least.” Will said, the optimism his voice genuine enough, but he was clearly trying not to laugh.

“Shut up. I’m horrible at this.” Nico said.

“Yeah, you kind of are.” Will agreed. Then he smirked, “Listen, you don’t have to come to every archery class…. If you want an excuse to stare at me for two hours, you just have to ask.”

Nico froze, “What?”

“I’m not an idiot, you know,” Will said, “I’ve seen the way you look at me. And I think everyone’s noticed how you never really follow camp schedule, and yet you always show up here at my class every time on time. I know you like me.”

Nico swore in Italian, turning around to face Will, “You’re ego is worse than your dad’s,”

Will laughed, “But am I wrong?”

“No, you’re absolutely right.” Nico admitted.

“Good,” Will said, and he smiled, “Because the feeling is mutual.”

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{i hope this looks better to you than it does to me.}

I won’t mince words: I’m very unhappy with tonight’s episode of Game of Thrones, “The Dance of Dragons.” It’s not that it was a bad episode. Quite the contrary. It was thrilling and tragic and intense.

It was also one of the most disturbing, baffling and unnecessary departures from the books we’ve seen yet—and wholly inconsistent with one of the most powerful moments of the season. 

All I can say, to HBO and to the showrunners, is good grief what a monstrosity of a writing decision. What a horrible, no-good, very bad, infuriating way to ruin Stannis as a character and to twist the events of these stories beyond recognition in such a grotesque manner. It’s one thing to get rid of Jeyne Poole and place Sansa in her plight instead—at least it furthers the story of Sansa and saves a bit character from a horrible fate.

But killing off Shireen this way absolutely decimates Stannis as a character (the show already ruined Barristan Selmy, and now it’s ruined Stannis, too.) It renders his passionate, moving speech to his daughter meaningless. It makes him not so much a hard-to-like good guy struggling against the villains, but a villain himself and one of the worst we’ve seen. Even the ever-deplorable Cersei would never stoop so low. Even Roose Bolton treats his horrible, sadistic son better than this.

It’s also a bait-and-switch. We finally see Stannis’s softer side, we finally warm a bit to his character, and then he kills his daughter. It’s terrible storytelling. Surprisingly bad.

Before the entire internet floods me with comments about how the show’s writers admitted that Shireen’s death was GRRM’s idea in the first place—yeah, I know that they’ve said this. It doesn’t mean that it will play out the same in the books. Nor do the books include scenes with Stannis telling his daughter how he saved her life, admitting his deep love for her. In retrospect, that’s nothing short of a dirty trick at this point. A very shoddy way to treat viewers. Hopefully, if this does happen in the books, it happens in a very different way. Otherwise, Martin (along with HBO) will bear responsibility for the destruction of one of his best characters.

—  Erik Kain, Forbes

beans-shadow  asked:

"I sit behind you in class and you’re always googling different kinds of animals and it seems to run into a pattern but I can’t figure out a way to ask you about it so I think on tiger Tuesday I’m gonna wear a tiger shirt and see if you notice" prompt for bellarke! (you asked, and I shall give)

You are wonderfullll. <3 

What is this even? I don’t know. This is what happens when you let me write something with minimal planning and editing. 


It was 8am and Bellamy really didn’t want to be in his Healthy Lifestyles class. (He needed GE credits, don’t ask.) He didn’t want to be in any class for that matter, but such was the nature of college.

Apparently he wasn’t the only one who hated this class though. Over the past couple of weeks, he’d noticed a blonde girl who seemed never to be paying attention, instead opting to sort through pictures of various wild animals on google. He couldn’t blame her, the class certainly wasn’t riveting by any stretch of the imagination. 

He’d just shrugged it off, to each their own.

But then of course he couldn’t help noticing that there was a method to her madness, cycling through the same animals each week. (It was damn boring in that class okay? What else was he supposed to do but watch the cute, perplexing blonde seated two rows in front of him?) By halfway through the semester, he had her pattern memorized: lions on Monday, tigers on Tuesday, various birds on Wednesday, monkeys on Thursday, and some strange combination of those categories on Friday.

So when he found an old shirt while rummaging through old boxes in his and O’s apartment one night, he couldn’t resist. It was a remnant of some Halloween costume Octavia had talked him into years before, horribly orange and painted across in surprisingly realistic black tiger stripes. He shuddered at the memory it evoked—she’d somehow convinced him to wear a tail

With the realization that tomorrow is tiger day, Bellamy threw caution to the wind. Because, what the hell, why not. It might even make Healthy Lifestyles somewhat entertaining.

He walked into the lecture hall that morning, grinning to himself upon seeing that she was already there. Avoiding his usual place, he made a big show of choosing a seat a couple rows in front of her, dropping his backpack to the floor a little more loudly than he had intended.

Her head jerked up at the sound, startlingly blue eyes focusing on him as he distractedly noticed shit, she’s even prettier from the front. He nearly forgot his plan, only recovering at the last second.

“Tiger day right?” He asked her, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, glancing down at his own shirt. Her face scrunched in confusion as she followed his gaze. She flushed pink after a moment, her eyes widening. He felt a little bad then, he hadn’t wanted to embarrass her, not really. But she was already looking away, digging intently through her bag in a way that made it obvious she was done interacting with him. Damn.

He would be lying if he said he didn’t spend the entire class brainstorming ways he could apologize to her without making things even weirder. What, like I’m sorry I’ve been creeping over your shoulder for the last month, and sorry I thought this would be a good way to start a conversation about your apparent passion for animals? He groaned internally. Nicely done Bellamy.

When the professor finished for the day, Bellamy hurried to pack his things, hoping to catch her and say…who knows what.

Before he had a chance though, a piece of paper fell into his lap, and he turned just in time to see a certain blonde head walking quickly away from him. He looked down to the paper and was surprised to find a seriously impressive sketch of the back of his head, complete with shoulders clad in the striped shirt. If this was any indication, it looked even more horrendous than he’d originally thought. He also couldn’t help but notice that she’d done an impressive job on his hair, coincidentally reminding him that he really should put a comb through it every once in a while.

Along the bottom of the page, there was a message, written in careful, neat letters.

In case you were wondering, I’m not actually obsessed with animals. Just an art major who likes looking at them for anatomical reference. Although maybe I can start using this snarky, messy-haired guy in my class instead. He’s more fun to stare at than tigers.” Bellamy grinned widely. Just bellow that, she’d scrawled her phone number. It was signed “-Clarke.” 

Months later, his girlfriend would delight in telling anyone and everyone about the way they’d met, in spite of and, honestly, probably encouraged by his obvious embarrassment.

Outburst

Request(s):

  1. Will you do an imagine about the reader being in a religiously abusive home and Peter taking her to Neverland. While in Neverland, she works hard in training and hunting, but the lost boys still treat her like shit? And then she has an outburst (1)
  2. (2) if that’s too much, don’t bother, you’re probably really busy

Warnings: mentions of abuseee, swearing!

Being abused all your life was never anyone’s idea of fun. You’d be beaten to a pulp by your alcoholic parents. They were God awful to you, always doing more than just slapping you around and hitting you with a belt. They would lock you in a room with no windows. They’d stick their cigarettes on your skin when they were done smoking them, letting you screech in pain from the burns. Sometimes, when they were beyond drunk, they’d drunkenly throw their empty beer bottles at you. Most of the time they’d miss.

All in all, they were about the worst parents ever. They damaged you beyond repair. Gave you scars that would forever stick with you. You were past broken. They murdered the child within you, and now you were always timid. Shy, scared, and jumpy. If something was too loud, you’d jump. Glass breaking, you’d duck your head. The smell of cigarette smoke, you’d cower in fear and hide. Many things triggered you. Even in Neverland.

Peter had taken you to Neverland not too long ago. You were the only girl, meaning that all the Lost Boys teased you constantly. They’d make fun of you when you would squeak in fear at something. Or when you’d cower, of protect your face. They were so lost in their own teasing that they never noticed the visible scars your parents gave you.

But you suffered through it. You let them tease you. This was a luxury compared to home anyway. Instead you stayed rather silent, rarely speaking. You did as told and tried your absolute hardest in the games every boy played. You would try your hardest in hunting, and give it your all in aiming.

“Please, you’re never going to be a good aim,” a Lost Boy cackled.

“Yeah, especially because you’re a girl!” Another one joined. 

A Lost Boy joined in with the laughing, purposely bumping shoulders with you rudely. You glared at them, snarling quietly. Peter saw your look of annoyance, a smirk appearing on his face.

“You know,” he appeared behind you. You jumped, turning around in a defensive stance. “So jumpy.”

“Shut it, okay?” You grumbled quietly.

“Hey, I’m not the one harshly teasing you… surprisingly. If you want them to stop, give them a taste of you. Show them your wrath.”

You scoffed. “Please, Pan, I’ve no ounce of anger in me at all. Besides, they’d probably punish me if I talked back.” You stared at them. They were ahead of you and Peter. You gulped, thinking about all the horrible things they could do to you.

“Y/N,” Peter stepped in front of you. He looked at you, holding his hands up to silently tell you h was going to touch you. He placed them on top of your shoulders. “They’re not Mummy and Daddy. They’re not going to punish you for talking back. I won’t let them actually hurt you. I just can’t always fight your battles. Learn to fight your own.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not that easy! You weren’t abused your entire life. Literally. Your parents didn’t give you burn marks or bruises that would go away for a month. They didn’t give you cuts by throwing flimsy glass at you. They didn’t lock you away from the world for weeks at a time. It’s not that easy, Peter Pan!”

“That’s why you learn. Learning is a process. I promise, if you give them your wrath, show them what you got, they’ll back off.” You rolled your eyes in disbelief. Peter chuckled. “Y/N, one girl is more use than twenty boys. Show them who’s boss.”

You nodded your head, knowing that would end the conversation. You and Peter caught up with the rest where the boys continued to tease you relentlessly. It only sparked up your anger. And you still had a bow and arrow in your grasp.

“She’ll never do it.”

“She’ll never be good enough.”

“Please, Y/N can barely aim! Let alone kill an actual animal!”

“She’d probably starve if Peter didn’t make us food.”

“Y/N just a worthless and lamentable girl.”

They were all laughing as they said the hurtful things. You had enough of it. Two months you’d been dealing with it. You were tired of it. That last string finally ripped. It snapped back, and you let out your wrath. You were in the very back of the entire lot. You swung up your bow, quickly shooting an arrow at a boy.

You aimed for it to hit the squirrel climbing the tree, but also touch Rufio. A Lost Boy in Felix’s little posse. You shot it quickly without hesitation. It fired, flying at full speed. The arrow grazed Rufio’s shoulder, tearing the cloth and making him bleed. It also impaled the squirrel, pinning its now deceased body to the tree. All the Lost Boys turned around as well as Peter.

“Say one more fucking word about me,” you hissed, “and you’ll be in the damn squirrel’s position.” 

The boys turned around, not even noticing the animal. There it was, pinned to the tree. Its blood was slowly oozing out and trickling down the bark. They all turned to you again, a proud grin on Peter’s lips.

“What’re you going to do about, girl? What if I continue?” Rufio pushed. He walked up to you, his hand on his bloody shoulder. 

You tilted your head at him. “Continue and I’ll shove an arrow so far up your tight little ass that you’ll become a Shishkabob.” Your voice was so flat. It was quite chilling to the boys who only ever heard you squeak in fear.

Felix walked up next to Rufio. Felix surely towered over you with his incredible height, but you gulped down the lump in your throat. They weren’t going to push you around anymore. Peter only stood back, watching.

“Your little threats don’t bother us,” he smirked. “You’re only a weak little brat.”

Without thinking, you tackled Felix to the ground. So much rage and anger electrocuted your insides. You were done with being pushed around. The last string in you snapped, and you let everything out. All the anger you had built up from years of abuse, and all the anger built up from being pushed around the past two months on Neverland was finally let out. You lashed. 

Felix didn’t ever expect you to jump at him, so he fell to the ground. You landed on top of him, straddling him. Felix tried getting up, but you were stronger than you looked. You grabbed his wrists, putting them above his head. 

Before you could do another move, Felix jolted harshly, making you lose grip on a wrist. He managed to flip over, but you got out from under him before he was on you. 

All throughout this entire time, the Lost Boys were cheering on Felix. They were chanting and howling, as if watching some wrestling match. Peter only observed, loving the action. He loved how you seemed to know what to do, when in actuality, you didn’t have a clue. You were only mimicking what your parents sometimes did to you. When they would pin you to the ground.

You got on top of Felix again, this time sitting on his back. You held his behind his back, quickly wrapping them by ripping off some cloth from his shirt. You then grabbed your bow that was on the floor inches away from you. You hooked the belly and grip of the bow under his chin, lifting his head up. Your hands rested on the back and limb of it. You leaned down to Felix’s ear. Everyone had fallen silent. 

“You ever fuck with me again, Felix, and I’ll give you a taste of what my parents did to me for years,” you seethed at him. “Do you understand?”

“How–”

“It is a simple yes or no question. Do you fucking understand?” You repeated, fire in your tone. 

“Yes! I understand! Pan, get this wild girl off me!” He burst, struggling to get free.

“I would help, but you got yourself in this mess. I’m sure you can get yourself out.” Peter smirked.

You groaned in annoyance, unhooking the bow from under Felix’s chin. You yanked yourself off him, standing next to Peter.A few boys helped Felix up, getting his hands untied. He rubbed his wrists and chin, as they felt a tiny bit sore. He sent you a death glare, but when you sent one back, he looked the other way.

“Alright, off we go,” Peter instructed. Everybody started walking back to camp.

As you walked, you felt kind of horrible. You should’ve been feeling victorious at defeating the tallest and scariest Lost Boy. But you felt bad. You tossed him around like your parents did. You felt like you were slowly turning into them, and you didn’t want that.

“I’m proud of you, you know,” Peter whispered to you.

“Then why do I feel terrible?” You sighed. Peter raised a brow.

“Terrible? You defeated Felix in one try. No one’s ever been able to beat him ever. No one’s going to mess with you now. You should feel great.”

“Yeah, but… I tossed him around and pinned him down like my parents used to do to me. I don’t want to become them.”

Peter shook his head, grinning lightly. “You’re not going to become them. They simply taught you how to defend yourself even if it was in the worst way possible. You won’t be like them, I can promise you on that.”

You looked up at him before glancing back down. Peter smoothly wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side. He rubbed your side as you continued to walk. 

“You’ll be okay,” he told you. “I know you will.”

anonymous asked:

Do you have some Reigen's headcanon?

ok some of these are a little sad but what can i say, reigen is a bit of a sad guy. well, most of them aren’t sad.

  • remember when he said something horrible to mob and mob stopped showing up for work? he has done that with other people in the past, accidentally ending friendships by saying the wrong thing… but those friendships never got repaired
  • more than once, he’s had mob cut his hair for him instead of going to a barber (bc this way is cheaper and mob is always kind of, you know… around.) (mob was reluctant but has a surprisingly steady hand)
  • in high school he was pressured by friends to join drama club, but after a little while it became apparent that his skill lies mostly in improvisation (read: bullshitting) and that, in fact, he can’t act for shit unless he’s acting as himself. so he joined the debate team instead
  • has remarkable penmanship and his signature looks pretty much identical every time he writes it, but somehow can’t draw for shit
  • about 1/3 of the time, he just sleeps in his office instead of going home for the night. not working overtime or anything. just doesn’t feel like it.
  • after sakurai slashed open the back of his business suit, he sewed it up himself and kept wearing it. no one notices because he rarely shows his back to clients. also because he’s really good at sewing.
  • one time when he was sleeping, dimple possessed him just for the fun of it and walked his body around a bit but couldn’t think of any good pranks so he just left him face-down on the kitchen floor in his underpants. later reigen woke up and was like “huh… oh… was i hungry?” and went back to bed.
  • he gets totally trashed after one alcoholic drink– wait that’s canon.
DA:I Companions and Pokemon Go
  • Cassandra: Team "Doesn't quite get the hype, but she kicks ass when she logs in"; she's reading the smutty fanfiction of the leads for every team on AO3. Not so good at catching Pokemon though. She's very careful with the team she builds. Team Valor. Charmander starter.
  • Varric: Only plays because his friends play; he gets dragged by Hawke to all the lures to wait for Pokemon to arrive. Has one, maybe two leveled up Pokemon, but anything else represents a commitment he's not willing to make. Hasn't joined a team yet; picked Squirtle as his starter.
  • Solas: Says he doesn't play, but he secretly does. Is the leader of a gym, high leveled Ninetails and Arcanine are his faves. Goes by a pseudonym so people don't recognize him when they go and challenge him. Team Mystic; Bulbasaur as a starter.
  • The Iron Bull: Catches every single Pokemon on sight; hates to trade them, though, so you'll find several low CP Pidgeys and Rattatas on his list. Likes to challenge gyms with low level Pokemon teams to show them that you don't need to be high level to be good. Team Instinct; Charmander as his starter.
  • Sera: Goes around dropping lures on places where people have complained about there not being a lot of Pokemon; likes helping the newbies out. Surprisingly bad at battling, but super lucky at catching the rare ones quite easily. Team Instinct; Charmander as her starter.
  • Cole: Drops lures everywhere. He buys them anytime he can. Likes to sit around while people show up to the Pokestops where he has dropped a lure and just listens and smiles when people start making friends with each other. He always says he doesn't know who dropped the lure, but everybody knows it's him because they have seen him before. Team Instinct; Bulbasaur as his starter.
  • Dorian: Horrible luck at catching Pokemon. He depletes his pokeball numbers in just one day; he camps in pokestops to stock up on them. Despite his bad luck at catching pokemon, he's pretty good at battling and making strategies for taking over gyms; hasn't yet made it to gym leader but hopes to do so one of these days. Team Mystic; Pikachu as his starter.
  • Vivienne: Like Solas, she claims she doesn't play/doesn't care for the game when in reality she is a gym leader and nobody has managed to take her off since the game started. Has rare Pokemon only and has spent no coin in raising them. Team Valor; Squirtle as her starter.
  • Blackwall: Sera managed to convince him to download the app and she can't get enough about how bad he is at it. He doesn't quite understand how battling works, especially dodging, so he has yet to win a battle. He is horrible at catching Pokemon, too; a Pidgey with CP of 25 fled from him. Team Instinct; only caught the Pikachu as a starter because he didn't figure out how to catch Pokemon until he saw the yellow fellow appear.