this still makes me really happy

The fact that Lysandra is willing to give up her own future, her own life for Aelin still makes me emotional.

She’s literally only just become a free woman, she doesn’t have to suffer as a Courtesan anymore, doesn’t have to suffer at the hands of Arobynn anymore. She’s finally happy - she has a family I mean what about Evangeline. But she’s more than willing to sacrifice her own freedom and happiness to protect Aelin and her court. I just really love Lysandra and I’m still not over this.

Honestly can we really just take a moment to be really happy of the fact that this album is about someone she’s still with even when it comes out? Because think back to basically every Taylor album like ever , and she was usually single after it came out . Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But it just makes me as happy as a child on Christmas morning to know that this album will have alot of love songs on it because shes so happy right now . How is that not everything?

anonymous asked:

for eldarya there can be a choice where we stay by leiftan and ashkore's side? or are we forced to stay by the other side even when i don't want to? man i so want to be by leiftan's side i guess if we cant make a choice the game is going to be boring as hell

Hey!

Hmm to be honest I don’t really know. :x I mean we knew there was an “evil gang squad” since we first met Ashkore back in the beginning of the game. The ending of episode 17 is when we finally learn of the other members of that squad (Chrome, Leiftan, (Amaya), and now Naytili). But then it just ends there, so I have no idea what the writers have planned for us in the future!

If I had to make a prediction, I would say that Erika would never join Leif and Ashkore’s side. At least due to the fact that they are manipulative and violent. That’s not to say the guard is (or was) any better! But I feel this episode was also for us to learn more about Miiko and maybe sympathize with her? She has been going through a lot of character development!

At the very least I feel that Erika would support the Oracle (especially since the Oracle has been guiding and protecting her for the last couple of episodes). Like even if Erika could still never forgive the guard for erasing her life, she would still want to protect the Oracle. And protecting the Oracle falls in direct conflict with Team Ashkore since he and his buddies want to corrupt the crystals.

anonymous asked:

I remember, months ago, when you would update things and love would pour into your inbox and you could almost physically feel your pride and happiness. There were nasty people at that time too, but you were still happy. So many bad things have happened since then, and you're still here. You fight back against the bullies and you try your hardest to stay afloat. You do so much for us, and I'm really thankful for that. Like anyone else, I miss your writing, but I also miss (1/2)

“the peaceful and happy Ramsey. I sometimes see her here, in between the countless gifs of your favorite rice pot, and it makes me smile. I hope that one day you’ll be able to write with the same love and freedom you used to. But not for me or any of your other readers. I want it to be for you. No one should lose the love they have for writing, which is why I anticipate the day when you see yourself completely healed and find no hate waiting for you. Be happy, Ramsey. That’s all we want. (2/2)”

THIS MADE ME CRY.

like I’m tearing up reading it again on the train.

This really means a lot to me. I miss those days too, so much. I miss the ability to express myself freely and tell ridiculous stories like ashes and acitm and explore imperfect relationships like w&m and for you.

I have been writing, and I have something that’s ready to go as soon as I get home but the thought of uploading scares me. It sucks that something that used to bring me so much joy makes me feel panicked afraid.

I hope that one day I’ll feel comfortable enough to write publicly again on this blog, but for now I’m just enjoying my time on here as much as I can.

It really just sometimes hits me how proud I am of the boys. They are all creating music that is purely them and what they like and how they want to sound. They are doing it in a way they find suitable for them from writing with people they trust and having just good solid people around them. I just am so proud and happy that they are making their mark in the music industry as solo artists but they all still talk about the day they join back up in One Direction. They haven’t forgotten how they got to where they are, they love and support each other as well and good lord I just love my boys!

anonymous asked:

hey, sorry if you've been asked before but since i'm still not over how naruto ended lol i was wondering if you knew any good sasunaru canon-verse fics? i don't even know where to start looking. hope you're having a good day <3

I have two canon verse ones on the top of my head that’s Healing the Broken by Kizukatana tw* mentions of drug use it was of the first batch of sns fics I read and it stuck with me, Kizu’s writing makes you fall in love. Completed story!

And then theres From Which We’ll Rise by Uchihanochidori I haven’t finished this one, it’s canon verse but…its not really an ideal nor happy sns fic, lots of angst and heartbreak, I laughed and fucking sobbed so be warned, the canon couples are still gone through (wee but of nh smut) and story line are still there its just the authors take on the events and I enjoyed it I think i got to chap 13?? It’s ongoing, ~~~~ the writing, the rawness of it… it’s really beautifully done but yeah be prepared to want to end it all at sometimes!

Other non canon verse from these authors are rlly good too so you should def browse em!

Okay and bish its not canon verse but read Inked by Offansandflames, it’s ongoing and the style and concept has me smitten and its one of the few stories that I keep up to date w/ not to mention the author is an amazingly pure n good human being.

♡ oh also @thesnsfamily under fic recs tag, lots of good ones there to poke through

David’s ‘Friend Pills’

(( I’ve been told that it’s actually RX. See the thing is where I live, that doesn’t exist. I can’t really be expected to know everything about other countries.. we do it differently over here. So let’s just turn this theory into a fun ‘what if’ shall we?))


In episode Ep 1 of season 2 we see David pull out an orange bottle of pills labeled 'friend pills PX’ while he has a sing off with the cultist Daniel.


A lot of people speculate that these are antidepressants to help with depression, anxiolytics to help with anxiety or melatonin to help with insomnia (the inability to sleep or stay asleep). While these are all great theories, I did a quick search on 'pills PX’ and this is what I found


Any pill labeled 'PX’ or that had those letters prominent in the name was used to treat Dyskinesia or any disorders like that. Basically the inability to stop moving for a long amount of time.



It would make sense, whenever we see David he is usually making over the top gestures with over exaggerated movements of his hands, his arms and even legs. He jumps around quite a lot, and yeah it’s probably because he’s excited and always pretty darn happy, but it could also be because he literally is unable to stop himself. It would also explain his struggle sleeping and his constant night walks, he can’t stay still and he can’t sleep.

There is a form of these pills labelled 'IPX’ that even looks extremely similar to the pills we can just make out in David’s bottle.

I’m probably really dumb and stupid, but I haven’t seen many people mention it. Maybe it’s because I have no friends, who knows. please don’t attack me if I’m wrong *nervous laugh*

Maybe I’m just digging too deep, who knows.


[[note: don’t automatically believe everything I say, I could be wrong and it’s just a theory. We haven’t got too much proof and I’m not a doctor]]

I’m so sorry I loved you for so long. I’m so sorry I kept trying to hold onto you when it was obvious you didn’t want me in your life anymore. All you wanted was to be set free and I think I have finally learned to let you go. Not because I want to, but because you’re happy with out me. And all I ever wanted was to make you happy.
—  I’m sorry it took me so long

i took some liberties with her color scheme, but I STILL CANT BELIEVE ALL MIGHT’S PREDECESSOR & MENTOR & ROLE MODEL IS A WOMAN!!!!! IM SO GLAD

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figured a good way to kick off takane month 2017 was w/ a screenshot redraw of the exact moment i fell in love with her

You know, seeing that Toshinori was downright shivering when thinking of his training with Gran Torino back then, and adding the fact that Izuku a) heard from Gran Torino that he had beaten up All Might until he puked and b) has gotten kicked and beaten by Gran Torino during his training, too… it really wouldn’t have been that far off to think that Izuku, like Toshinori, would become completely scared of the old man.

But, nope:

Look at how happy Izuku is when he sees Gran Torino, even though the old man is already raging like the worried Grandpa he is. He isn’t perplexed or goes “Uh-oh, he’s gonna beat me up, yikes!” but instant is genuinely happy to see his teacher.

Even when he gets kicked in the face, he still apologizes weakly and smiles slightly instead of ducking or becoming scared.

I really like how Izuku just accepts the rather rough treatment as a part of Gran Torino’s way of showing that he cares, instead of misunderstanding it as cruelty.

Izuku sees right through your cranky act, you old softie.

(Though, I think, in reality, Toshinori does, too.)  

there’s no denying that Hearth is a cutie🌸

little tattoos part ii

this is part two to little tattoos! 

you can read part one here

thank you guys sososoosos much for all the love on this fic. it was tbh a shower thought that evolved into so much more. im so very proud of this fic and i plaN to write another part, maybe two.

so YEAH 

thank you guys so much. it makes me so happy to see that people like my writing. i hope you all enjoy part two of little tattoos <3

summary: a soulmate au where everyone has a tattoo exactly like their soulmate

pairing: eddie and richie

words:  2085


Eddie sighed, approaching his house. He really wasn’t in the mood to convince his mom to let him go to Bill’s. He had gone over there seemingly a thousand times over the course of the past three years, but he still had to argue with his mother for at least twenty minutes before she’d let him leave.

His mom still, daily, tried to convince him that he did indeed have an illness; but he knew better.

Eddie’s mother nearly pounced on him when he opened the front door. “Eddie dear, come on, take your pills! You need them!” She said, so shrill it sounded like nails on a chalkboard to him.

He shook his head and got out of her grip easily, backing away and up the stairs. Eddie ignored his mother’s pleas until he shut his bedroom door and couldn’t hear her anymore. The small boy threw his backpack on his bed and threw his jacket into his closet, not bothering to hang it up. Eddie pushed back the door of his closet, finding a reflection of himself staring back. He frowned a little, looking his small figure up and down disapprovingly. Eddie bit his lip, slowly pulling his shirt up and over his head. His eyes scoured every millimeter of his bare chest and back. He thought that maybe one day the universe would decide to give him a tattoo, a soulmate, but there was never anything.

Nothing. There was absolutely nothing on his body, and he hated it.

Why him? Why did he have to have no soulmate? It’s not fair.

Eddie angrily slammed the door shut completely, causing the mirror to fall off the door. It hit the wood floor of his bedroom and shattered into millions of tiny pieces.

“Oh God, oh fuck” He grumbled, going out into the hall closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He cleaned up what he could, which was most of it, praying his mother hadn’t heard anything. If she did, he’d be in the ER before he could even protest or explain what had happened. He went to pick up the last piece and as he stood up to put it in the trash, he clumsily dropped it. Eddie hissed at the sharp pain that went through his hand. A small gash started to bleed on his right knuckle, right under a circular, blotchy birthmark. He swore quietly to himself, going to the bathroom and easily disinfecting the cut. He put a small piece of gauze and a bandage on it, deciding that was alright for now.

Eddie grabbed his shirt and threw it over his head, heading down the stairs quickly. His mother sat in her usual spot in front of the TV. She glanced up and upon seeing her son, she tried to get up as quickly as a woman like her could. By the time she got up and ran out onto the porch, he was gone. Eddie was too fast. He was already outside and on his bike, half a block away. After years of evading her, he learned to get out of the house as quickly as possible.

He arrived at Bill’s about five minutes later, hopping off his bike and propping it up against the side of the house. Eddie strode up to the door and knocked, waiting patiently. Stan answered the door, looking disheveled. His hair was a mess. It was usually a mess, but not like this. His lips were a bit puffy and red.

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Glad to know I’ll be the cockblock this evening.” He joked, walking inside the house and kicking off his shoes near Bill’s bedroom door.

Bill chuckled a bit, and Stan shot Eddie a look. Eddie smiled innocently, walking in and sitting down on a beanbag on the floor.

“Eddie!” Georgie yelled, nearly tackling the small boy off the beanbag in a hug. Bill’s little brother was the sweetest kid, and Eddie loved him. The whole Loser’s Club loved him.

“Hey, Georgie! How are you, buddy?” He asked, Georgie, sitting down next to him.

“I’m good! What about you?” Georgie asked brightly.

Eddie nodded. “I’m good,” he said casually.

Georgie looked at Bill and Stan across the room, both of them deep into a conversation about what movie to watch. He glanced at Eddie before giggling. “Billy and Stan think you like Richie.”

Eddie’s heart nearly stopped. Was it that obvious?

He raised an eyebrow, looking at the little boy. “Why do they think that?”

Georgie giggled again and whispered, “It’s a secret.” before running out of the room, still giggling.

Bill and Stan decided on Buffy the Vampire Slayer after about five solid minutes of arguing. They popped the VHS tape and started to watch. About halfway through, Eddie noticed that Bill kept sneaking glances at him. He turned his head and saw Bill looking at him once again. “Is something wrong?” He asked, reaching over and pausing the movie with the remote. Stan looked at Bill and nodded, clearly knowing something Eddie didn’t.

“We know you like Richie.” Stan deadpanned, and Bill smacked his arm.

Eddie frowned. “I do not like Trashmouth! Plus, even if I did, which I don’t, he has a soulmate. It wouldn’t work.”

Bill shook his head. “Y-You don’t know that, E-E-Eddie.”

Eddie stood up. “Yes, I do! I’ve had a crush on that damn boy for years! I know I have no soulmate, I know I have no chance, and I want to stop talking about him so I can get over him.”

Stan looked at Bill. “Told you he’d crack.”

Eddie sighed, sitting back down on the beanbag. He ran a hand through his hair, blowing out air through his nose slowly.

“Y-Y-Y-You should tell him,” Bill stated, glancing at Eddie, who immediately shook his head.

“There is no way in hell I am telling him. Nu uh, no.” Eddie said, shaking his head again.

Stan rolled his eyes. “Just tell him, Eddie! You never know.”

After ten minutes of debate, Eddie finally gave in. He walked into school the next day absolutely petrified. Bill and Stan had convinced him to confess his feelings to Richie and he said he’d do it today. But now that he was actually at school, he couldn’t do it. He found himself reaching for his invisible fanny pack for his inhaler until he realized he didn’t need it.

Eddie walked up to his locker, entering the combo and getting his books out. He felt an arm fall around his shoulder.

“Hey, Eds!” Richie said brightly, pinching his cheek. Eddie slapped his hand off and shoved his arm off of his frame. The smile slipped off Richie’s face, but he managed to keep a small one. “What’s wrong, Eddie Spaghetti?”

“Stop calling me that,” Eddie grumbled, shutting his locker and turning the combination lock to 0.

Richie followed behind Eddie as he walked off, watching as he strode into his English class without a goodbye, and Richie couldn’t understand why Eddie was so upset. He never intended to upset him, if he did, but half the time Richie didn’t even realize he upset anyone.

The rest of that day, Eddie tried his best to avoid Richie. He took different routes to his classes in the hallways, he ate in the library at lunch, and the only place he couldn’t avoid Richie in was gym class. The gym teacher was very adamant about changing into gym clothes and then changing back into the clothes you were wearing. Eddie hated it, especially today, but he did it anyway. He waited until no one was in the locker room, or he thought no one was in the locker room to change back into his normal clothing. He avoided Richie during their class-wide game of soccer and he thought he was home free; he wasn’t.

The locker room door slammed shut and momentarily, Eddie panicked, thinking it was the Bower’s gang. But he panicked even more with the realization that Richie had shut the door.

“Richie, please-”

“No, Eds! I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what I did.” Richie said sternly as if he was scolding him.

“You didn’t do anything, Richie, let me leave, please.”

“Then why are you avoiding me?”

Eddie shook his head, trying to get past Richie. He repeated his question but Eddie still shook his head.

Richie was getting annoyed. “If it’s not me, then what the fuck was it? Did Henry do something? Did your mom do something? Other than me last night, of course.”

Eddie tried to get past Richie again and he got pushed back.

Eddie groaned in annoyance. “I can’t tell you,” he mumbled, wringing his hands together in a vain attempt to calm himself down.

“Yes, you can.”

“No, I can’t!” Eddie argued, gripping his hands together tightly. His knuckles were turning white. “I can’t!”

Richie was getting mad too. “Yes, you fucking can!”

“Goddammit, I’m in love with you, Richie!” Eddie hissed, feeling his hands start to shake from anger and fear and everything in between. “I’m so in love with you, but guess what? You have a soulmate, I don’t, and I don’t need to intentionally break my own heart!” Eddie ran out past a shell-shocked Richie, knocking into him with his shoulder on the way out. Richie didn’t move a muscle. His eyes were watering and he tried to wipe the water away as quick as he could, but they soon became to be too many tears. Eddie was sobbing. His chest hurt in a way he could never describe. It felt like his heart had literally broken. His chest physically hurt as he collapsed on the pavement outside the school. He grabbed the light blue inhaler that was in his back pocket and took two puffs. His breathing was normal, but he knew he had to leave. Eddie got on his bike and rode home.

Eddie went inside the back door, trying to be as quiet as possible so he could sneak up to his room. He turned the corner and dashed up the stairs, closing his door and propping a chair up under the door handle. He didn’t wanna deal with his mother right now, or anytime at all for that matter. He fell back onto his bed, sighing. Eddie held his hand over his head, studying the cut he got from the broken mirror. It was healing properly and wasn’t infected.

After about thirty minutes of off and on crying, Eddie heard an inconsistent tapping on his window. He tried to ignore it but after five minutes of it, he had had enough. He opened the window with force, just to get hit in the cheek with a small pebble. Eddie narrowed his eyes at Richie, who said “sorry” and put down the few rocks he had in his hand. “Listen, Eds-”

“Leave me alone, Richie. I don’t want your sympathy, I don’t want your pity, I don’t want to hear anything you have to say.”

“Just hear me ou-”

“No! I will not hear you out! You’ll climb up here, say you’re sorry and that you don’t feel the same way and that you want to stay friends. I won’t do that. I won’t. Leave me the fuck alone.” Eddie stated, slamming his window shut and drawing the navy blue curtains. The tapping stopped, and he hoped Richie walked away. He laid back down on his bed, glancing over at the wall beside him. Polaroids of him and Richie scattered the wall, along with pictures of the rest of the Loser’s club from a campfire last summer.

“Richie, don’t be an idiot! You are going to burn yourself!” Eddie scolded, getting up to shove him backward away from the fire.

“I’m not an idiot, Eds, I’m a genius in disguise.” Richie retorted, plopping back down onto the grass beside Eddie.

Beverly had taken a picture at that moment and that was Eddie’s favorite polaroid he had tacked to his wall. To this day, Richie still insisted that he was “a genius in disguise.”

Then Eddie remembered what had happened. He felt his eyes water with tears and his vision blurred as he cried softly, eventually running out of energy and falling asleep, face streaked with tears.

Richie had taken a long way home, trying to clear his head. By the time he got back to his house, he had a plan.

But he needed help from the Losers.


HELLo YEs

thank you so much for reading part two

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anonymous asked:

hi viria, i was wondering what brand/kind of make up do you use? i get so overwhelmed looking at youtube videos because it feels like you need a lot like foundation, concealer, powder, primer, etc. and i'm worried it'll look really obvious/bad but you make it look natural and subtle

on wwh, thank you!

Personally, I don’t feel like myself with heavy make up and I think it doesn’t quite suit me, so I’m happy to know what I do is liked by someone! 

But I feel like I might use a lot of stuff too? A year ago or so I happened to get myself into korean skincare/makeup, so ended up getting a bunch of stuff, mostly for skincare, but still. My foundation, highlighter, a few lip tints and blushes are from there. I think from what I use on a regular basis I only have loreal concealer and some cheet eyeshadows that are mass market. 

Generally tho, everything I have is mass market because cool things american youtubers use in their videos are. very. expensive here, so korean ones are good alternative for me. Like, usual maxfactor foundation probably costs around 200 grn, korean be a bit more expensive but I feel like the quality is a bit better would be around 200-400 w hile something like mac or nyx (and those are the most affordable) are 600 and up to 1500 or so…

ANYWAY! I drew a tutorial of what I tend to do on a regular basis as in my go to makeup! 

For step 2, I tend to use soothing/brightening cream right after I wash my face, so I don’t use it right before I do my make up (unless it’s sunscreen)

3. I LOVE BEING DEWY okay, I try to find the good balance between dewy and looking oily, but so far I think it works. My last fave is secret key tattoo cover cushion foundation, but I’m running out of it.. it’s what I used for the past 4 months or so. As for concealer, I use loreal with brush that you have to swirl to get the product out which I don’t remember how to call but it’s subtle, covers bags quite nicely and doesn’t look heavy:3

to be honest mostly I just use my blush as an eyeshadow..Unless i use something brownish. I don’t know the brands I have but they vere like 20 grn back in the day, so. very. cheap stuff.

as for lips, I mostly use matte or semi matte lipsticks or tints, they are easier to smudge and my hair doesn’t stick on it which is very important! 


Generally, from what I learnt, you don’t need a super excessive amount on a daily basis? I don’t have a single bronzer or contour palette or specified brow products and I only use what I have in eyeshadows for that. same ashy brown somehow looks nice as contour and as my eyebrow shadow.

I think it’s hard not to get overwhelmed at the amount of products a lot of people use in their videos, but…I’m not sure, maybe it’s just the quality of what I buy here, but I can’t say primer EVER changed anything for me. Like my foundation still lasts however long it can, with or without it. Or those fancy glowy or moistrusing essanses instagram beauties drop all over their faces, i’m not even sure what are those and how necessary those kinds of things are.

I guess focus more on the products you actually need instead of those people say you absolutely have to purchase.

I’m sorry I don’t know if it helps but I hope it does at least a little bit! 

PS I think there will be many typos and I’m sorry for them, but for some reason I can’t fix them without deleting every single letter in front of my typo:( tumblr text is hard

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I’ve seen heaven and it looks like parent AU Daisuga.