this was one of my favourite parts

anonymous asked:

I love how Seth hugged Dean prematurely before the match was even over. It really does feel like these two are reconnecting again and becoming a lot closer than they originally were when they first started out.

i swear, that’s already one of my favourite ambrollins moments ever. i just spewed some feelings in the tags of the last gifset i reblogged, but surprise, i have even more.

i love how desperate it feels, for both of them. like, they’ve literally just been through a goddamn war together. the two of them, all alone, for the most part. and it looks like the end is in sight now. and they’re both on their feet, somehow, miraculously, but they’re still in pain and fucking exhausted – probably about to collapse. and dean just blindly reaches out for seth with one hand, and stumbles into him, because seth’s his anchor – he always has been, and he still is, even after everything. and seth doesn’t hesitate for a moment before throwing his arms around dean. because dean’s all he has right now. because dean’s the only constant in his life, the most important thing in the world to him. and they’re just clinging on to each other for dear life, and the match isn’t over yet, but it probably feels like a tremendous relief. like they can breathe again. they’re leaning on each other and holding each other up, like they have the entire match – from jumping off ladders and garbage trucks in sync to going through tables to getting blasted with steel chairs from all sides and still struggling, crawling to get to each other. or just looking at each other and knowing they’re on the same wavelength and they’re thinking the exact same thing. that if they’re going down, they’re going down together and they’re taking as many of these assholes with them as they can.

that match was just a beautiful demonstration of teamwork between the two of them. their connection has never been stronger. and anyone who doubts their relationship in any way, just watch this match tbh. it’s clear as day for everyone to see. and you can…believe that. 

My favourite part

Of 3x06 was Jamie fastening up his buckled boots. Two reasons

1. Those buckled boots do things for and I am only human

2. They are so JAMMF, prior to Claire’s return he’s wearing his shoes, he looks totally different to any variation of himself we knew before Culloden. After Claire returns, we see a little bit of that old Jamie. The real JAMMF. Whether they were supposed to mean anything or it’s just a case of Terry liking those boots as much as we do, but it really stood out to me.

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ABC Tag

I got tagged by my lovely friendo @incorrectioiquotes so here we go

A: Age | 18

B: Birthplace | Canberra Australia

C: Current time | About 8:30 pm

D: Drink you had last | Ginger beer

E: Easiest person to talk to | Hmm I have two really close friends of mine that are easiest for me to talk to, I would say both of them

F: Favourite songs | The Phoenix by Fall Out Boy, Mama by BTS, Cheer Up by Twice and I think that’s all my top three

G: Grossest memory | Oh man I don’t even know, I remember one time in year 10 about a month before my formal I got really sick, like I couldn’t stop throwing up and even when I had nothing in my stomach I was still throwing up like part of my stomach lining and everything. I had to go to the doctor and get loaded up with antibiotics. Took me over a week to get better

H: Hogwarts house | Hufflepuff and proud

I: In love? | Nah

J: Jealous of people | Sometimes yeah, I do get a little bit jealous. I try not to though, it’s just general jealously like when people do better than me or are more successful. I think it’s just mostly that I’m always comparing myself to others and putting myself down.

K: Killed someone | Not yet

L: Love at first sight or should I walk by again? | I alwyas think that love at first sight is just plain attraction, you can like someone but I think to love someone you need to know who they are first

M: Middle name | Louise

N: Number of siblings | Technically none on my mum’s side but on my dad’s side I have four half-brothers and a half-sister

O: One wish | To achieve my ridiculously unachievable goals

P: Person you called last | Uhh, a sleep clinic in Newcastle technically was the last place I called. But for an actual person it was probably my dad

Q: Questions you are always asked | Hmm well my family members are always asking me “How’s uni going” and “what do you want to do with your life.” Other than that, I guess I get asked a lot whether or not my hair colour is natural. Which it is by the way

R: Reasons to smile | Twice, my friends, my dog and my cat. And that’s all I got

S: Song you last sang | I was singing along to New Rules by Dua Lipa in the car today

T: Time you woke up | I woke up at 7:30 am to drop a camera off, but then I went back to sleep when I got home at like 10 and slept in until 12:46

U: Underwear colour | Black, always black

V: Vacation destination | Paris

W: Worst habit | Procrastination

X: X-rays | I had one when I broke my arm when I was 7, a few of my teeth and jaw, and also one of my spine

Y: Your favourite food | Fish and chips! Also tacos

Z: Zodiac sign | Capricorn (Technically Capricorn/Aquarius cusp but I consider myself Capricorn)

I’m gonna tag the ask box squad @jistruction @thewaltzy @sinsalsi @memelordmaki and @striga-rosarum

vaantablack  asked:

i noticed ! that you have "farewell, my concubine" like all over your blog! I love that movie to /death/! You got any favorite parts?

Oh I adore it so much! I think my absolute favourite scene is the one in which Dieyi declares his undying love and devotion for Xiaolou and for the theatre because Leslie Cheung’s acting is so absolutely, absurdly perfect on the verge of masculine and feminine, he is so truly androgynous and the way he makes Dieyi so soft yet always threatening to become unhinged is just amplified in that scene and yeah it is just absolutely breathtaking. I also really love all the tender scenes between little Dieyi and Xiaolou in the beginning and Gong Li jumping off the 2nd floor in the bordello is iconic. Yeah and like all scenes between Leslie and Li are fucking magic like you think they’re gonna come for each other’s jugulars every second!!!

Okay so I’ve been playing a lot of Professor Layton lately and I was amazed at his ability to do downright almost anything like. Build a plane out of parts he found in a garage, quickly learning two songs that he’s never even heard off in one day, has a knack for solving mysteries and puzzles, being a sword fighting archaeologist who is also a true gentlemen, oh and also saving the world on more than one occasion. Professor Layton is downright one of my most favourite characters in video games.

this thing upon me, howls like a beast [3/3] ;

a/n: here’s part 3, the final installment of this series! It’s been a blast writing this verse, this might be one of my favourite projects for far. Click here for part 1 or part 2 if you haven’t read it yet! enjoy

He’s always the last thing she sees before she falls asleep.

Blue eyes steady, unwavering, apocalyptic in their chaos. Oh, how he basks in it; in the way she trembles beneath him, breath heavy with want, with desire, with astonishing abandonment of any pretenses. Here she is, all wild and reckless―

And then, she wakes up.

Alone in bed, with the window wide open. A brisk breeze slipping through, crisp white curtains flying while the slight scent of roses lingers in the air.

She reaches over, notices the note left by her bedside table.

(She doesn’t open it).

Hope turns eighteen and Klaus buys her a private jet.

He offers her mother a perfectly sculpted snark as he notices how angry she is. Hayley was never one to encourage this type of greed, she was always humble in her approach to parenting. Plus, how in the world was she supposed to top that? She couldn’t possibly afford to get Hope a more extravagant present.

Well, there goes her title as ‘favorite parent’.

“You’re spoiling her,” she mumbles, as she watched her daughter and her friends run inside the jet, exploring every inch of it.

“Well,” Klaus sighs, crossing his arms around his chest. “You did say I couldn’t get her a car but, you never said anything about a plane,” he mentions, remembering the fight they had while organizing Hope’s birthday party.

The Mikaelsons had all the money in the world and could offer her the galaxies and then some.

Hope’s eighteenth birthday is a ball of a sort, with majestic gowns, chandeliers, tuxes, gourmet food. And the one thing Hayley had said was that she refused to give her daughter something that was only materialistic. She wanted her to cherish the simpler things in life.

And Klaus just had to go buy her a fucking plane.

“I assumed it was obvious,” she shrugs. “Next time I’ll be more specific so that pea sized brain of yours understands that―”

“Mom, dad,” Hope interrupts them, as she had quietly made her way back to them as soon she realized that they were fighting, again. “C’mon, not on my birthday,” she whines.

Klaus smiles discreetly, as quickly as he can so it doesn’t worry her. Hope studies her father’s features, trying to find something in it. She’s sure that she sees love, still, in his eyes. Undying and unconditional love for her mother, a woman as complex a symphony.

“We’re sorry sweetheart,” he says, softly. “Go ahead and enjoy your party, I assure you that we’ll be on our best behavior,” Klaus nods, as she offers him a nod and runs back to her friends.

Hayley looks around and spies the bottle of champagne resting on her table. She takes a big swig of it before she speaks. “No use lying to her,” she tells him. “The only way we’ll get along is if we’re in separate rooms,” Hayley believes.

“You know, I don’t think that’s true,” he disagrees, opening up his hand and motioning for the drink. “I think we get a long better than you think,” Klaus assumes.

She rolls her eyes. “Yeah, right,” Hayley scoffs, handing him the bottle.

He takes a large sip, watches as Hope makes her way back to the main table. Rebekah awaits, microphone in hand.

“Alright,” she smiles, “Time to cut the cake,” she motions towards Hope’s tipsy parents so that they can join her on stage.

They stand side-by-side, with their daughter between them…and it’s picture perfect.

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Uncharted - Part 8

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: None

A/n: tbh not a big fan of this chapter but next chapter is probably one of my favourites, so stay tune. Tonight around 7 PM EST I’ll have a Tom Holland fic up!

Part 7

 

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There was a long pause.

You could hear his labored breathing. He shifted in his seat again before speaking.

“Your mom’s name was Sara,” he pauses and laughs the softest and saddest laugh you’ve ever heard,” You used to wear newspapers in your shoes.” 


You take a peek at Steve and see that his expression has immediately softened to one of a man reminiscing good times with a brother.

“Can’t read that in a museum.” Steve says. 

You could still hear the fighting over the comms, a few of your team members seemed to be struggling a little more than they should on such a low class mission.

You step closer to him and mutter quietly, “Steve, we’re going to have to go soon.”

You turn to James, his shoulders slouch even more, shrinking him. “What did I do?”

 “Enough,” you answered. He lifted his head slightly and looked at you inquisitively. “We’re going to keep you safe, but we need to go. Now.” You opened a tiny portal at eye level, so that you could see what was happening on the battlefield. You saw Thor, Vision and Sam fighting relentless waves of Hydra Agents and Natasha weaving through bodies to get the files safe in the Quinjet.

You saw Bucky stare at you with curiosity. 

You slowly walked towards him, making sure he saw your every move, you shifted to the side where his arm was clamped down and waved Steve over. Lifting the damn slab is going to be tough. He grips the metal on one side and you create a portal that opens up to right under the slab giving you enough leverage to actually make a difference. 

“On three. One. Two. Three.” You both lift up, grunting with the effort. With a metal squeal, Bucky pries his arm free. You both stumble back with the effort, a bead of sweat slipping down your neck.


You see him flex, and stretch out his metal fingers. The metal plates shifting and adjusting, making little mechanical noises. God, the technology involved… Seeing as he could control its’ movements, the arm must be, somehow, connected to some nerve endings that sends signals to brain. How could they pull that off? You’d have to take a look and discuss it with Tony.

You’re taken out of your reverie by Bucky shifting uncomfortably under your gaze.

“Oh! Sorry, I don’t mean to stare. I’m just curious. It’s an incredible piece of prosthetic engineering.” You smile at him, once again walking slowly towards him and place your left hand forwards to help him up. Why the left hand? Because that ensures that Bucky will use his metal arm to hold yours. Working at the VA has taught you that the one thing the patient’s hate the most is being treated differently. Being treated like their struggles give them a status.


And in any case, Bucky didn’t scare you. The Winter Soldier did. But, this is Bucky. A young Brooklyn born and raised boy who had nothing to lose, metal arm be damned.

His blue eyes widen and he stares at your outstretched hand with such intensity that he could’ve bore a hole through it.

He goes to move his arm but hesitates, like he’s rethinking his choices. You stay patient and wait for him to realise its safe. 

Suddenly, a shiver runs up your arm, the little hair’s raise and goosebumps form. A large cool metal hand grasps your smaller one. You smile wide and pull him up.

Steve watches the exchange with a small smile before setting back into motion.

“Ok, we got to go. I think they need the backup.” Steve announces.

“Steve, Bucky, go first. I’ll give Tony a call over the comms, he’ll give me a lift.” You tell him as you walk out of the abandoned warehouse, Barnes trailing behind. But, he stops.

“You’re not coming with… us?” He asks, his voice low. You glance at Steve, searching his face for answers. This is the first time he’s addressed you in any way. His eyes darted from left to right and he seemed panicked. You gave him a once over. His hands were clenched tight and his shoulders were tight, he cast his gaze to the floor where his feet were shuffling nervously. Maybe, being alone with Steve was a little too much right now.

You put a finger to your ear and opened the line to the comms. “Tony, I need you to pick up Steve instead of me.” Before he could protest, you indicated your location and turned off the device.

“(Y/n)… what?”

 “I’m going back to the Quinjet with Bucky, you go backup the team. They need you more than me.”

 “You don’t know how to ride a motorcycle. (Y/n), this is reckless.”

 “Not it’s not. They need you and Tony’s going to be here soon. So, me and Bucky have to leave. Plus, Bucky knows how to ride a motorcycle, I’ll tell him where to go.” With that, you walk towards Steve’s bike and wave Bucky over as Steve discusses the situation with the team. 

His tall frame towers over yours, but you don’t cower away. His long locks hide his face, but his stare remains strong. 

“You trust me?” He asks, his voice, barely a whisper.

“I trust that you know being with us is your safest option at the moment. Whether I trust you or not doesn’t matter because my job is to keep you alive from here to the Quinjet to the moment we arrive at Stark Tower.”

Seemingly satisfied with your answer, he swings his long leg over and revs the engine. You sit behind him, slipping your arms around his waist, holding on for dear life, because if you had to hold on with Steve, you’ll definitely have to hold on with Bucky. 

You feel the solid muscle underneath his clothing and the warmth emanating through. Despite your mind telling you that this man was a trained assassin, you felt safe. You felt like he wouldn’t do anything to hurt you, that being said, you couldn’t predict a mind that has been so thoroughly tampered with. A mind destroyed into little pieces that’s he’s trying so hard to glue them back together.

“You good?” He asks. You nod against the wide expanse of his muscled back. With that he lifts his foot up and presses the gas.

“In about 500 meters you’re going to take a sharp left and then a sharp right onto a gravel road. We’ll reach the Quinjet in about 10 mins.” You shout over the wind. Thankfully, you studied the terrain enough to know how to get to the jet without having to pass through the battlefield. You were positive that he didn’t want to see that.

He follows your instructions perfectly and, after an eternity of hugging the Soldier so tightly, you arrived in front of the jet.

You swing your legs off and stumble ungracefully on the snowy grass when a pair of (ridiculously) strong arms were lifting you back onto your feet.

‘Um, thanks.’ You brush yourself off. He answers you with a hard stare and turns to the jet, but doesn’t move. Maybe he’s going to make a run for it.

You walk towards the plane, leaving footprints in the snow. In a strange moment of peace, you breathe in deeply. Through the chaos, this moment, right here, was beautiful. 

It was quiet, only for the crunch of snow under your feet, except, you only heard your feet, not the second pair that should’ve been following you. 

You turned around and see the Soldier standing awkwardly on his own next to the bike, unsure as to if he should follow.

“Are you just going to stand there?” You wait patiently by the plane, watching him shift from foot to foot, making up his mind. “Because you could go,” he looks up immediately,” you could leave, is what I’m trying to say. I mean, the motorcycle’s there. And if you do chose to leave, I’ll help pack up some things for you. Why? Because I can’t imagine being in your situation. So, if you want to leave, leave. But, I’m going to tell you one thing. I am or, if you choose to leave, I was looking forward to meeting you.” 

You hit the side of the side of the plane in a series of hits that the team made up for Bruce to know it’s a team member and not an intruder. 

You step back as you watch the ramp slowly descend. The plank lands softly on the ground, a cloud of snow lifting with the impact. 

“So, are you coming?” You trudge up halfway, expecting him to turn around, but he doesn’t. 

He follows you into the Quinjet and doesn’t say anymore.Inside, Bruce was sitting on a chair, tapping away on his Stark Tablet. 

“Hey, (y/n). Nice to meet you Bucky, I’m Bruce Banner or the Big Green Guy.”

Surprised as to how Bruce knew his name, all Bucky did was nod. 

“(Y/n), do you have any cuts or…”

“Ya, there’s a small one that goes down my calf.” He pats the chair next to him and takes out his kit. He rolls up your pants and examines the wound.

“You won’t need stitches, but just keep it bandaged until it scabs up.” He disinfects and wraps it up for you.

“Thanks, Bruce.” Forgetting that Barnes was watching the whole time, you smile sympathetically at him.

You led him into the left wing, which was the most private, it had double doors, separating the section from the rest of the plane.

“So, this is where we’re going to be for the next few hours.” You plopped down on the bench. You closed your eyes for a few seconds, opening them to see him standing awkwardly. 

“You can sit anywhere, by the way.” You motion to the seat in front of you. He moves quietly to the seat and sits down. You spent the next twenty minutes in silent companionship, only sending worried glances his way every once and awhile.

Through the comms, you hear the team announcing that they were on their way back, that the mission was successful, zero casualties.

You looked towards the nervous soldier in front of you, he probably wasn’t accustomed to such a small, shared space. 

“Hey, it’s going to be fine. I’m going to be honest, not everyone here is going to be super friendly, but they’ve all agreed to helping you.” 

He assesses you silently, he seems to do that a lot. 

“Are you sure?” His voice, a deep vibration.

“I can speak for my team. But, I’m not going to lie, no one’s told me what happens once we land. You’ll be safe, that’s for sure.” You tell him honestly. 

When Steve approached you to help him, he only described your role in all of this. Which was to bring him back safely to the Quinjet, hopefully without the Winter Soldier popping up.What happens once you all get back to the Tower, was unbeknownst to you. 

“This team is one big family, so there’s going to be a lot of bickering and childish comments. Don’t be alarmed, that’s just the way it is. I’ve already asked them to tone it down a little, but if someone asks you what’s your favourite food, don’t be surprised.”

You try and lighten the mood just a little bit.  Unsurprisingly, he doesn’t react. You don’t mind though, it’s better than having him leave.

You hear the Quinjet open once again, footsteps echoing on the metal ramp. 

“Stay here, alright?” You step out of the double doors and receive several congratulating hugs. You completely forgot that this was your first mission. Looking out, you see Tony stepping out of his suit. 

“Where’s Cap?” You ask, not seeing the familiar red, white and blue suit.

“He’s coming, he said he wanted to make sure that they were starting clean-up.” You stand on your toes and give him a hug, glad that he was okay. “So, where’s the Icy Soldier?” 

“Tony, don’t call him that!” You scold him. You’ve definitely had several conversations involving the Winter Soldier. For several months, Tony was filled with anger and hatred, but with time, he started to understand that, in reality, the person that killed his parents was not Bucky Barnes. It was a man who was built, tortured and brainwashed by horrible people. It didn’t change the fact that his parents were gone, brutally killed, but it did help him come to terms with the fact that Barnes would be staying with them, under their care. 

At that moment, Steve decided to join them.

“Hey, Stevie, you okay?” He seemed to be in a bit of a daze. He nervously ran a hand up his neck and through his hair.“Um, yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Um where’s Buck?” 

“He’s in the left wing. Hey,” you grab a hold of his bicep, bringing his attention back to you,” Hey. He seems to be okay around me. He’s really jumpy, but I know, he’s nervous, especially when it comes to you.” A saddened look slides onto his face. “Steve, he’s happy to see you. But, he’s scared and right now there’s a lot of people on the jet and he’s hearing things. New things. He needs time,ok? I’ll make sure you come and see him a few times before we land.” He nods solemnly and enters the Quinjet, you in tow.

You ask Sam to fill in for you during the debriefing and during Fury’s team call. While the rest of the team chatters amicably through the exhaustion, you go back to the left wing. A complete compartment, made for him. You scoff.

Pushing the door slightly open, you visibly see him flinch and tense at your entrance, ready to attack.

 “It’s just me.” You lightly close the door behind you and sit across from him again.

“Steve wants to see you.” He snaps his head up in alarm and sends a panicked look to the doors, ready to bolt. 

“But, not right now.” You chuckle as his shoulders relax.” I told him to give you some space. That’s okay right?” 


And here you were, stuck with a very, very intimidating looking soldier with a metal arm, blue steel eyes and a serious case of “lost-puppy.” What were you going to do?

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honestly, i’m so glad they changed some things from the book. i much prefer jamie telling claire about his son right away and being honest with her about it than her having to hear it from a stranger. and mr. willoughby, boy, am i glad they changed nearly everything about him. his parts were my least favourite ones in the book and i’m so relieved to see that they gave this character some dignity and let claire call him by his real name & show some interest in him 

newt-scamander1  asked:

Miss cavendish what should be your favourite spell and is Akko and you yah know👌👈

I suppose one spell that I have a particular liking to would be my family’s secret art of plant rejuvenation. It is a spell unique to the Cavendish bloodline, and I always did enjoy bringing withering plants back to life.

As for the second part of your message, no, in fact I do not ‘know.’ Are we what?

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cardcaptor sakura openings (requested by @tachibana–chan)

Hands down my favourite part of Yuri On Stage

Many thanks to @thatshamelessyaoishipper for subbing the entire section. 

This line of dialogue (spoken by Yurio) is genuinely so important to our understanding of Viktor’s character. It’s fair to say that a lot of us kind of view his character as lovable, childlike, and whimsical, and that isn’t wrong. But this proves it, he’s only like that around Yuuri, according to somebody who has known him for three years or so at an absolute minimum. 

This is the Viktor Nikiforov without Yuuri, the one the majority of people know. This is the Viktor Nikiforov who sits alone in parks in the snow, with only his dog for comfort, as he contemplates how his life even turned up like that.  

I know this is a particularly bad moment, to be fair, but just look how miserable he looks. 

Even here, he just looks so bored and serious. 

This is Viktor without Yuuri for what? Three days?

The actual effect Yuuri had on Viktor’s life is astounding. With Yuuri, Viktor learnt to let everything go and just be him, rather than his more restrained and serious self, morphing into the usual personality we see and love for the duration of the anime. 

All I can picture is the first day Viktor and Yuuri start training again at the rink in St Petersburg, and are absolutely gobsmacked to witness Viktor smiling, laughing, with his arms draped around Yuuri like he’s a buoyancy aid. Quiet, serious Viktor Nikiforov actually looking like he’s enjoying his day. He’s the opposite of the kind of man who would tickle someone publicly, but there he is, chasing Yuuri Katsuki around the rink like a five year old. It’s like some kind of bizarre dream. Even Yakov would have to admit that Yuuri’s presence has transformed him. 

And perhaps Yakov even asks him once, unable to help himself, where Viktor suddenly got so much inspiration from, after so many years of misery. 

The only answer he gets, as Viktor starts to walk away, is “he gave me his love, Yakov.” 

I think my favourite scene in JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure as a whole series is in Part 6 when Jolyne and Hermes are trying to get a carrier pigeon to take a CD out of the prison.

Suddenly, the main villain’s Stand shows up!

They panic because they don’t know which one of his crazy OP powers he’ll use.

Will he create an illusion to scare them?

Will he put them to sleep? 

Will he dissolve them with acid? 

Will he control their minds? 

Will he steal their memories? 

Will he steal their Stands?

But then he

HE JUST TAKES OUT A FUCKING HANDGUN

HE HAS ALL THESE CRAZY MIND BENDING POWERS AND PULLS OUT A DAMN PISTOL

IT’S LIKE IF CELL SHOWED UP TO THE CELL TOURNAMENT IN DRAGONBALL Z WITH A FUCKING SHOTGUN

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You ever raise worms by putting an electric current to the earth? That’s what this is like.

PART ONE - IPHONE

So this is my first post that isn’t a stupid text post or overly bright photo of my stationary, so I hope you’ll like it! It will consist of two parts, one for the ios apps and one for google chrome extensions. Feel free to send me recommendations!

bolded = favourite, cursive = apps I use every day

Note taking and co

  • Pocket - very useful app to save websites, articles, posts etc and read them offline.           
  • Keynote, Pages, Numbers - basics if you have an apple device. I actually like keynote better than powerpoint c:
  • Notability - Very popular app and it really is worth its money. Great for note taking, especially in class!
  • Evernote - On my phone for over 4 years now. The group feature is so great and I use it for preparing posts
  • Werdsmith - very clean and minimalistic app for writing, I use it mainly for creative writing.
  • Microsoft One Note - Simple app for note taking and making online notebooks.

Languages

  • Leo - a great dictionary in 8 languages. If you log in you can save problem words and make vocabulary lists.
  • Memrise - My favourite app to learn languages for free. I’m learning Japanese with it!                                                              
  • Duolingo learning languages for free is always fun and duolingo is so easy to use, it’s even more fun! I use it to practice my Spanish.

Studying

  • Forest - Who doesn’t know and love forest yet? It’s such a cute application and I use it when I have a long study day/night ahead.
  • Brainscape - My to go app for flashcards. It has a giant library and it’s easy to make your own. Honestly, I’ve been using it for 3 years now and I still love it.
  • Mindly - A very beautiful app to make mind maps. I use it for story ideas and school work.
  • MindNode - also an easy way to make mind maps.
  • Uberchord - learn how to play the guitar for free c: 
  • TheSimpleClub - videos, and tutorials of all important school subjects, mainly in German, I think
  • Notenapp - keep track of your grades - German 
  • Khan Academy - like the simple club but with a broader spectrum and in English.
  • Tide - promodoro app with nice background sounds & inspirational quotes 
  • Swifty - learn how to code in a very fun and simple way! 
  • Flow timer - another great promodoro timer (they are everywhere). I like the minimalistic look and nice colours.

Inspiration & Motivation

  • Vantage - Simple but beautiful designed calendar
  • Calm - Helps me calm down with breathing exercises backgrounds and sounds.
  • Elevate - games and exercises that help to keep your mind fit 
  • Pacifica - an app that helps with anxiety and mental disorders with a very kind community
  • TED Inspiring, interesting and motivating videos on a wide variety of topics.

Others

  • Textgrabber & Scanner Pro -  Essentials. Scans photos and grabs texts of pdf and other documents and converts them into word/text documents.
  • Sleeptown - From the makers of forest a very cute app that helps you keep a healthy sleep schedule. I try to use it but I forget it often, sadly. 
  • Tydlig - not free but honestly the best calculator you can have on your phone! Beautiful and simple it makes math so much more fun!
  • Spark - organizes your emails (even from multiple accounts) and notifies you if something important comes in. Very neat design.
  • Moon - cute app that shows the phases of the moon depending on the date.
  • Plant Nanny - keep track of your water intake by watering cute plants (they have something similar for walking and keeping track of expenses!)

I feel like people tend to imagine achilles as being big and hairy and muscle-bound but I just want to remind y’all that he apparently spent quite a long time disguised as a girl and nobody could fucking tell?? including Odysseus, who had to trick him into revealing himself, but was apparently not smart enough to figure out which of the beautiful women in front of him was a man in a dress???

so like please consider: petite fine-boned achilles. achilles with killer cheekbones and big dark eyes w long eyelashes. ppl meeting achilles and being all “you’re the one who’s supposed to be a scary warrior?” and then later he he picks up trojans twice his size and flings them across the battlefield and they’re like ‘oh’. achilles being significantly shorter than hector and needing to tilt his head back to yell at him. patroclus being able to sling achilles over his shoulder. patroclus giving achilles piggyback rides. achilles needing patroclus to reach stuff down for him sometimes. achilles being the little spoon. tiny pretty achilles okay