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50 Things To Remember In Life

Dear Friend,

There are 365 days in a year
And you and I both know from many unfortunate personal experiences,
That not all of those days will be good.
For some, the majority of those days will be a breeze
For others, each day will be a trial.
The world is a difficult place.
The world is an interesting place.
I am here to give you a few reminders
To keep up with this trying world we live in.

1. Follow your own heart and dreams. Don’t ever let anyone else tell you what you can or can’t do.

2. If you want something enough, you will find a way to make it happen.

3. You will meet people who hate you, and you will meet people who love you, and you will meet people who you think love you. Don’t be fooled. Some people are just passing by in your story called life. They’re there to teach you something, so always be aware.

4. Always remember that bad things and situations you don’t like will end. It may take minutes, hours, days, or years, but never forget that they will end eventually. You can get through anything.

5. You are your own person, not anyone else’s. Don’t let people take control of you and change your beautiful self.

6. The people in your life who make you giggle and smile in the darkest of times are ones you need to keep with you forever. There is always the potential for hard times, and you’ll need someone to cheer you on.

7. You do not have to live up to any standards or expectations. Family and peers and society are constantly telling us that we have to be a certain way, or else we aren’t good enough. Tune out of that thinking and just be yourself. That’s the best thing you can be.

8. Don’t be afraid to step outside of your comfort zone. Being out of the box can bring on so many amazing new opportunities you never even thought existed.

9. A lot is going to happen to you during your lifetime, so let yourself feel anything and everything. Always feel as much as you can. It makes you experience things at a higher level and you can say, “Yes I know this feeling. I’ve been here before.”

10. A good cry cleanses the heart and mind and soul.

11. Appreciate the small things. They can teach you to love and be at peace with everything around you.

12. It’s okay to take a break from everyday duties once in a while.

13. Travel whenever possible, it opens the mind. Go on adventures in new places and learn about the world. You will come back a new person.

14. Get up the courage to talk to strangers. That’s how you meet people. Who knows, the next person you meet could end up being your new best friend.

15. Stand in the rain and breathe in the wide open air and absorb everything you can about the earth.

16. Long walks are something that can clear the mind and resolve many issues.

17. It’s okay to lay in bed with a book all day.

18. Look out the window and watch the snow silently fall. It’s one of the most peaceful and relaxing things you can do.

19. Remember that everyone is living their very own life with their own problems, so always be kind and respect others.

20. Keep and open mind and listen to people’s thoughts. You might discover more than you think.

21. You are not defined by your weight or skin color or career or the number of friends you have or your grades in school or your decisions. You are so much more than that.

22. Everyone makes mistakes in life, so don’t judge a person based on their decisions.

23. Keep your own limits and morals. Don’t give them up for anyone.

24. Live a little. Be spontaneous and experience all that you possibly can.

25. Aim to live a life that you will be proud of and content with when you’re 90 years old.

26. Things in life will tear you down, but time heals everything.

27. Rumors don’t help anyone. Don’t start or spread them.

28. Your soulmate is out there in the world searching for you too. Don’t lose hope. You’ll find each other one day.

29. Treat yourself once in a while.

30. Random acts of kindness can make someone’s day and it can make you feel good too.

31. You’re going to have to work if you want to live a truly happy life. Don’t cheat or make someone else do the work for you. That will only make an unfulfilled and empty life for you in the end.

32. Be proud of everything you do.

33. Self love never hurt anyone.

34. Find things to look forward to. It will keep you excited and more hopeful for the bright future.

35. Leave a piece of you in every place you go and with every person you meet.

36. Always listen to people. Everyone just wants to be heard and understood and feel like they matter to someone.

37. Do what is best for you in the long run, even if it hurts at first.

38. Love with all your heart and soul at every opportunity.

39. Never settle for less. You deserve the best and whatever makes you truly happy.

40. Don’t feel bad if someone doesn’t like you. It’s their loss because they won’t get to experience your magnificent presence.

41. Never fear love. Love can make you grow and blossom and teach you so much. Don’t fear it, but proceed with caution. Broken hearts will heal with time, but they are never fun.

42. Dancing silly to your favorite songs will guarantee some giggles and smiles.

43. Always sing in the shower, and when you’re home alone, sing as loud as you can.

44. Put effort into everything you do. It makes it all worthwhile and you feel better about it in the end. You can reflect and say “Look at this. I’m proud.”

45. Exercise makes you feel good and you’ll feel accomplished too. Try it sometime.

46. You are beautiful exactly how you are. Don’t deny yourself of your own loveliness.

47. You may not be perfect, because no one is, but you’re hella radiant, which is near perfection.

48. To grow as a person and expand your mind and soul, learn at least one new thing everyday.

49. Don’t beat yourself up about things you have no control over.

50. Happiness is not a goal or a point on a map. It is a state of being that everyone deserves.

Now my friend, I hope you can carry these things with you in your heart
Because every time you are down
You can always get back up.
Every time you are afraid
The fear won’t last forever.
This world and the people in it may knock you down
But you need to keep getting back up.
You have to.
Live, live, live.
Live your dream life. Make things happen.
It will be hard and it may seem hopeless and pointless sometimes,
But just remember that things really do get better.
The world is a difficult place.
The world is a beautiful place.
But only if you believe it to be.

Don’t lose hope.
I love you.

Sincerely, Me.

—  s.h. (via evanescentbeings )

For @skiretehfox’s Maximus AU which is one of my favorite iterations of Max (and it’s how I found your blog!) I fell in love with her at first sight and this is me singing praise and thanks for creating her and the whole AU. I hope I didn’t write her ooc and if I did, please correct me. Anyways, here’s the fic, enjoy!

Maximus Victory

Maximus was never one to be bothered to make an effort. In fact, she’s given up trying altogether. She’s learned at an early age that effort is futile but it’s not because of the ratio of attempts to failures, rather the opposite. Everything was just so easy to achieve and so predictable. The world was dictated by patterns and to accomplish a goal was to simply follow the set path with predetermined rules. Perhaps that’s why the only semblance to excitement there was in life for her was when she’s bending the said rules or when there were hardly any restrictions in the first place. Either works and since she gets bored easily, she doubles in both.

She majors both in Law and in the Arts, Photography in particular, at the same time. There’s a reason why she specializes in both of these areas. Manipulating the laws of legality was interesting enough to work as a brain-teaser for her on good days. Manipulating the laws of photography to get that perfect shot can be entertaining and fulfilling at times. And then there’s the hidden third Major in Time, manipulating the laws of space and time just because she can.

No, she didn’t fucking stutter. She has time powers, deal with it.

It’s a rather dull story if you asked Maximus and although it was surprising at the time, that excitement obviously didn’t last for the rest of her life. Actually, that got her the time powers in the first place: the end of her life, or at least it was supposed to be. Coming from a prestigious family has its own downsides aside from the boring parties filled with pretentious adults pretending to give a shit. For Maximus, she got kidnapped at the age of ten. The criminals weren’t even professionals and ended up accidentally shooting her. She would have died too or maybe she did die but her rewind just overwrote that history. Needless to say, someone other than her ended up with a bullet on that day.

Rewinding time? What-the-fuck-ever. She doesn’t give a shit.

Having time powers got old real fast. It was nothing that extraordinary for her as mastering any other skill. Within weeks she learned how to prevent the nosebleeds and within months, she could rewind for more minutes than she’ll ever need to. She’s confident that she knows how it works and mastered all of its tricks so much in fact that whatever thrill she felt on the first time had long since died along with the timeline where she’s supposed to be dead. The supernatural aspect of it has been normalized and has now become routine. In short, she got bored. She started to think that whatever this was just might be the most exciting experience she’ll ever get.

Her boring days carried on until she turned eleven and she attended a charity event in Seattle with her parents. She absolutely loathed these social gathering of hypocrites and if she had a choice, she wouldn’t be here at all. Unfortunately being a kid meant less free will on her part but at the very least she was allowed freedom to separate and roam on her own. The exhibit wasn’t even that interesting but it will have to do rather than the annoying adults that filled it. As she easily weaved through the groups of people she would have nothing to do with, she eavesdropped on voices that only spoke of bullshit.

Until she heard a voice that seemed to carry an IQ that was higher than the room’s average.

“What an insult.” The voice belonged to a girl with long blond hair and a scowl that matched her disgust. She’s standing by one of the art booths and muttering to herself far too loudly and condescending. “No one’s actually here to donate for the arts. Everyone’s too busy kissing ass with people instead of actually admiring the displayed masterpieces.” She glared at the room in general with great disapproval that Maximus couldn’t help but approve.

“Masterpieces?” She smoothly took a spot beside her with an amused smirk. “Point me at one when you see them.”

The girl turned to her, most likely surprised that someone would comment on her not so inner monologue. Her cheeks were tinged red with embarrassment but she quickly masked it under the guise of anger. She’s certainly a proud one. “Well of course I didn’t mean all of these!” She gestured to the entirety of the room and then crossed her arms. “There’s no such thing as a gallery filled with only the best works. More than half are usually dull stud shots just trying to catch a ride on the greatness of the actual good ones.”

Well she’s not wrong although Maximus wouldn’t want to inflate her ego by admitting that. At least this girl knew what she was talking about and she had the backbone to speak them out. Her eyes shone with the slightest of interests. “Huh, is that what you think so?” She tested her, intimidating.

“That’s what I know so.” The girl confidently replied and with a raised chin, she beckoned her, “And? What do you think?”

Maximus blinked. That’s new. So there truly existed a person who wouldn’t shrink from her. This girl could hold her own ground and who was Maximus to deny her conversation? “Hmm…” She hummed shortly and then pointed to one photo in particular. “Well this guy’s trying too hard to go for Avedon-esque.”

It was unexpected but the girl’s face lit up at the mention of the photographer. It was so bright and instantaneous that Maximus could have sworn that a flash literally went off. “You know Richard Avedon? He’s my hero!” She started excitedly and even jumped a bit when she fully turned towards her. When she realized that she had forgotten the proper but also boring TPO, she quickly composed herself. She held herself back but the embers in her eyes continued to glow warmly. “I mean… ahem, yes it is rather distasteful at how poor his attempt is. It’s an absolute disgrace. I can’t believe this crap is even here.”

So this girl apparently also knew how photography worked and Maximus is impressed because that’s already more than most of the guests’ actual knowledge of the art. “And how would your attempt be?”

“Obviously better than this amateur.” She scoffed and there was something with the way she said it, the power in her voice, that told her that she wasn’t just all talk. “See, the technique is just…” And then she proceeded to expound on how to pull off an Avedon photoshoot.

And although Maximus was not one to socialize, she thought that she didn’t mind spending time with this girl.

“Maximus Caulfield.” She finally said after their fourth conversation. There was a small but noticeable proud grin on her face. This girl had earned the right to her name and frankly, she enjoyed her company. “It’s a fucking relief to know that there’s someone here who isn’t a retard.”

The girl just nodded in agreement. “Likewise. You aren’t just air yourself.” Despite her proud attitude, there was a clear underlying tone of approval in her voice. “If you don’t already know, I’m Maribeth Chase. I suppose you can call me Mary for short.”

“Mary, huh?” She rolled the name across her tongue experimentally. Something about the name just didn’t sit right with her and she wracked her brain as to why. In the end, she couldn’t figure out the reason but she did figure out a new nickname. “Nah, I think I’ll just call you Vic.”

“Vic?” She repeated and with obvious confusion written on her face. “Why Vic?”

She shrugged. “Dunno. It just feels right.”

“Well I’m not the only one going home with a stupid nickname, Maxine.” She eyed her levelly.

“It’s Max, never Maxine.” Maximus shot back and then smirked. “I think we’re going to get along just fine, Vic.”

They got along more than just fine, so much in fact that their parents already arranged for them to get married in the future.

Not like that made any difference since Maximus wasn’t planning on spending the rest of her life with anyone else. She already spent her first eleven years with boring complacency and she’d be damned if that lasted any longer. So they meet again at another gala the next month and then after, they scheduled a meeting without the crowd of overaged morons. Maximus found Vic interesting enough that she dropped from her current school and transferred to hers. Vic couldn’t believe what she did at first but she may have half screamed half squealed when her parents confirmed the fact. Maximus later found out about it and teased the hell out of her cute blushing face.

By the time that Vic got her pixie cut, they were already dating. The confession wasn’t as much romantic as it was spontaneous.

“Date me.” Maximus just suddenly dropped out of nowhere during an ordinary drive to the coffee shop.

The confession was just so unexpected that it almost passed by Vic’s head. Almost. In a few seconds, her brain stopped and so did the car as her foot slammed on the brakes. Her head turned and faced her, gaping. “What did you just say?”

“Eyes on the road, partner.” Maximus teased. “Did you know that most car accidents happen because the driver is looking elsewhere?”

“Oh, don’t you pull that shit on me.” Vic snarled and Maximus smiled wider because even Vic’s angry face was cute. She didn’t share her same amusement though. She glared harder. “Did you just say what I think you said?”

“Sorry, did I stutter?” Maximus leaned in close, so close that their noses were almost touching and their breaths were warm and mixing, and oh god it was intoxicating for Vic. In a seductively low voice, Maximus whispered, “I said fuck me.”

A delectable shiver ran through Vic’s spine and Maximus’ teeth showed. There’s also the obvious coloring of her cheeks but Vic was adamant on powering through this. “Maybe I’ll think about it when you say what you actually first said.”

“So that’s a yes on fuck?” Maximus grinned devilishly.

Vic’s blush burned to a darker shade as she stammered, “F-Fuck, Max! Just say those goddamned words already!” And in a softer, more shy voice she whispered, “I just… I just want to hear them and know this is real.” And that’s Maximus’s signal to quit messing around.

She schooled her face into one of seriousness as she gazed deeply. No more fucking around. “Date me, Vic.” Before Vic could answer, Maximus’ lips were already on hers. And when she pulled back, she faintly heard the reverent whisper of a “yes” that she pulled from Vic’s lips. Maximus licked her lips with pride. “We’re gonna fucking rule the world together.”

As much as Maximus would have loved to skip to the part where they rule the world, Vic thought it was imperative for them to continue their education and this was non-negotiable. So fast forward to now where they’re in college. At least they share an apartment so she thinks it’s not all that boring. Maximus still doesn’t give a shit about things but Vic does and she makes it a point that Max knows.

“Max, get your lazy ass up already or you’ll miss your defense.” Vic scolded her for the nth time this past ten minutes. “Don’t make me throw water at you because you know I will if you don’t get up in the next thirty seconds.”

“And ruin the bed? Where ever will we sleep then?” Maximus gasped playfully.

“Obviously I’ll be taking the sofa and you’ll be sleeping on the cold hard ground. Twenty seconds.” Vic tapped her foot irritably by the bedside.

“Hey, don’t talk about our floor like that.” Maximus pouted. “Besides, it’s more comfortable than you think. The coolness is perfect for the summer weather.”

“It’s officially winter in two weeks. And no, you’re not getting any extra blankets to touch our impeccable floor.” Vic pushed. “Ten seconds.”

“Vic, it’s eight in the morning. My defense is at nine. There’s no need to rush. Besides, the prof is just as tardy as I am anyways.” Maximus reasoned but Vic was having none of that.

“Five seconds, Max.” She announced tersely and raised a glass of water threateningly.

Maximus immediately shot up at the last second, reached for the glass and downed the whole drink. “There. Now where’s my morning kiss?” She smiled lopsidedly.

“That hardly bears merit for a reward.” Vic scoffed as she took the glass and set it aside on the bedside drawer.

Without warning, Maximus leaned forward and pecked her on the lips. “I’m taking it anyways.” She grinned toothily.

Vic’s already used to Maximus’ impulsive displays of affection but she never did learn how to tame her blushes. “You’re insufferable.” She muttered but not with a small smile.

“That’s so sweet of you to say, thank you.” Maximus replied with a chuckle that ended shortly when she growled lowly, “So where’s my morning makeout session?”

Vic blinked. Her eyes quickly flitted to the clock and then back to her girlfriend, debating. She bit her lower lip in thought as Maximus licked hers in anticipation. Until finally, Vic let out a sigh and leaned forward. “Fuck it. Ten minutes tops.”

Maximus just grinned in victory. “Negotiable, right?”

And sure, life was still boring as hell most of the time and Maximus could still never be bothered to make an effort. But it’s moments like these that make her consider otherwise. Maximus couldn’t care less about anything but Vic worries about everything. Life has been less boring with Vic around and Maximus will do everything within her power to keep this life. Whenever she thinks of Vic, she thinks that maybe she’d like to at least try. Effort has never been her thing but maybe that’s just because she didn’t have a reason worth it before— before Vic. It’s different now and maybe she’s changed as well even if only just by a bit.

Maximus puts in a little more effort nowadays and even more so when Vic rewards her.

anonymous asked:

You have such a wonderful deep grasp of characters so I was hoping u'd help. I'm having a hard time connecting with Chloe. It is not because I don't like her I do, she reminds me a bit of Emma Swan or Kate Beckett two of my favs. With Lucifer we get inside his head, delve into his issues and idiosyncrasies where Chloe is mostly the job I really need them to give me more of and for her so I can connect. How do u see her? Do u hope we get more? Would u analyze her for me so maybe I can see more?

Sure.

My thing with Chloe is that I also want to see more of her backstory/her outside the job at times, such as the hinted-at rebellion during her Hot Tub High School days (why did she leave acting? Just because of her dad dying? Was there more of it? TELL ME!) and so forth. But I also feel like the show has acknowledged that at this point, her job (and Trixie) basically are her life, and she’s been prodded to open up and to make some friends (including Maze, who she probably never thought would be one…) and to work out some of her issues. I think that will also change as she and Lucifer continue to become more than just work partners. And what I, and everyone, really need is for her to be fully clued in on the supernatural stuff, so the two of them can face that together like the badass power couple they are, rather than Lucifer just winging it (literally) and making dumb, if well-intentioned, decisions without ever talking to her about them. But that is just showing how much story there is to tell and how much character development there is to undergo. But with these hints about their relationship being a major focus of s3 and continuing to be explored and expanded, I am hopeful for that coming.

Honestly, one of the things I love most about Chloe is exactly her sometimes dry manner and her emotional restraint and her ability to both be incredibly patient with Lucifer and call him out on his BS. I love that she has the Devil wrapped around her little finger, and that since he is the constant five-year-old in the relationship, and the colorful/eccentric character, he needs someone who can handle that about him. Chloe is exactly what he needs precisely because she’s one of the few people who does NOT melt around him, makes him work for what he gets, and yet has enough affection and patience with him to genuinely give him what he has gotten from very few, if no, people before her. We’ve seen her be dorky and giggly and (very poorly) flirty when she was trying to make a move on him, we’ve seen her give him far more leash than he sometimes deserves, and moments of vulnerability, such as in 2x05 when she admits she’s scared to die and talks the guy down from shooting her by herself. In some ways she is the basic model of the “tough female straight shooter paired with quirky male free spirit,” yes, but she’s not a Strong Female Character who’s never allowed to have emotions. She’s just more subtle with them (…. sometimes. Aka, if you are a woman and you are near Chloe Decker’s man, she will give you absolute, unsubtle stink eye until you step off).

Obviously, Lucifer is the protagonist and a lot of the plot is centered around him and things that Chloe doesn’t (yet) know about, so there is a limit to what she can be involved in outside the procedural element. I think that will change when she finally learns the truth, and can hopefully help continue to deepen their relationship and what she can do with him. But yeah, I like that she is able to handle Lucifer in a way most people can’t (and that they are made for each other, even if he currently sees it as a trick from Dad, welp) and that she can be both loving and tough with him. It’s easy to forget the sheer amount of stuff he does not know, and the way Chloe can show him what a healthy parent/child relationship looks like, how a healthy person acts, what a normal relationship looks like, and so forth.

One thing I super love, though, is that Chloe is NOT charged with fixing Lucifer. She is not expected to be his doctor or his nurse or to hold his hand. She wants him to talk to her more, because she cares about him, but the person whose job it is to fix Lucifer, or at least provide him what clarity she can, is Lucifer’s paid mental health professional who is likewise far too good for this shit. I love that Chloe and Dr. Linda are separate characters, and that Chloe has zero obligation at all to alter Lucifer’s behavior or to be responsible for his actions. She doesn’t actively teach him to be human; he learns it from watching her. And slowly gets better by being around her, and has always loved her selflessly and clumsily and incredibly, from day one.

So yes. I love that Chloe is Chloe, that she is kind but tough, that she is patient but can crack the whip, that she doesn’t put up with Lucifer’s often copious BS and makes him genuinely earn what he gets from her, but is never cruel to him, and is often far more forgiving than many of us would be. As he says, she is truly good, and since everyone knows what a sucker I am for heroine/antihero ships, I really enjoy that about her. We can tell that she loves him a lot, but has just come off a divorce and when she really tried to start something with Lucifer, he (with the best of intentions, but still) fucked it up and ran away, because there’s still a lot of their journey left, and development to be had. It’s no surprise that they left off in a tentative place as a result, and that their relationship does have to come to the forefront. And yes. I want season 3. And beyond. Because I am greedy. And want them all.

shinee as aesthetics/feelings

shinee as aesthetics/feelings

Lee Jinki: That moment when you’re laughing so hard that you start crying. Staying up late at night to watch your favorite TV show or read a book. Eating your favorite food after a long while without doing so. Getting those butterflies when you see a stranger and they’re cute. That moment when you take off your clothes after a long day and it just feels nice. Summer dates with lots of popsicles and music. Relaxing mornings when you just feel like everything is how it is supposed to be. That warmth that goes through your body and makes your heart race when you talk about something that you like a lot. When someone teases you and you just laugh because they’re right. Not wearing any makeup as you lay in your bed with your closest friends and eat whatever you could order for takeout. Doing something and then realizing it was stupid so you laugh at yourself.

Kim Jonghyun: When you listen to that really old song that you used to like and you learn to love it again. That moment when you see a picture from your childhood and you just laugh because it’s ridiculous. Reaching a goal and then being so happy about it because you did it. Looking at things and realizing how the most simplistic of sceneries can hold so much beauty, just like the moon or the sun. Mischievous smiles that hold a joking manner as you get ready to surprise someone. That eye roll thing you do as you smile when someone says something that it’s stupid but you can’t help but think it’s cute because they’re so wrong but they sound right saying it. Pastel colors as a meaning of fluffiness and softness. That feeling you get after a really long, great hug and you just feel like you took a weight out of your shoulders. When you see a really cute puppy/kitten and you can’t help but change your voice.

Kim Kibum: Laughing loudly because it was funny and you can. Wearing your favorite piece of clothing and feeling like it looks so good on you so you feel good with yourself. Doing something great for somebody without expecting anything in return, just because. The sound of water as the waves hit one another when the sunset is barely appearing. Laughing at your mistakes and rolling your eyes when you find out that you’ve changed and it was probably for the better. Having really long conversations about anything and everything with someone that actually listens to your point of view and gives you theirs without hurting any feelings. Eating your favorite dessert and enjoying it to the last bit. Singing your favorite song in public and not giving a damn if someone listens because it’s your song. Travelling, whether it is to that city right beside you or another country, just travelling around the world.

Choi Minho: Running, not for the sake of exercising, but simply because you enjoy it and you want to feel like you can do it all. That moment when a really cute kid passes by you and you smile brightly because they’re cute. Feeling free, like you were just the person you wanted to be and the only one you have to make happy is yourself. Blowing kisses and giving really warm hugs to that person you love. A first time of everything, because it’s never too late to learn. That moment you just sit down to watch your favorite show or just search on the internet and you lost track of time. Not having an answer to everything and laughing when you don’t know what to say. Really big sweaters that cover you completely. Nights of autumn with lots of hot drinks and the smell of cinnamon. Really dumb jokes that make you laugh like an idiot. Looking at your friend as if asking for help when you don’t know what to do.

Lee Taemin: Trying your hardest in everything you do and seeing something come from it. The color white, not exactly for the meaning of purity, but honesty and humility. That moment when your heart feels warm when you look at what you’ve created in your life and you’re truly thankful. Variety, not letting a concept take over your life as you try everything and anything just for the sake of looking for that special aura of yours. Eating a lot after a long week and just smiling to yourself because everything just tastes amazing. Those really quiet laughs that go unnoticed but are the most pure and beautiful. Fingers going through each other’s hair to soothe the other’s pain, showing love and support. A look in someone’s eyes that shows determination and mystery, the best of everything in just a pair of eyes. Slow, melodic songs with some hidden message behind them, a meaning that no one will ever know.

anonymous asked:

An interesting response to 686 indeed. If I didn't know any better I might have been brainwashed by you haha Anyways, I appreciate the walk through but you didn't really answer the question as to why Kubo would settle for less. No matter how little money you earn from the bleach ending, it's kind of wishful thinking and funny to say the author would destroy his entire manga knowing he would bring in less cash and then draw an IR cover to bring in more cash. I smell a contradiction don't you?

You understand that Kubo doesn’t run the show, right?

Shueisha does.

The publisher always has the upper hand, unless you’re say, Stephen King, or J.K. Rowling, or Eiichiro Oda, or Rumiko Takahashi. Unless you are literally one of the richest and most powerful authors on the planet, they own you and your work. You are under contract to them. And those contracts are usually rather specific about what you owe them, and what will happen to you if you don’t hold up your end of that minimum.

You think Kubo kept putting IR on the last pieces of merch, like the stickers and the cover? No. Shueisha did. Because Shueisha knows that IR sells. Shueisha is interested in making money, because Shueisha is a corporation and that’s what corporations do.

Kubo clearly doesn’t care about money. Bleach used to be level with One Piece and Naruto. One Piece is still going, and Naruto got a sequel that will go on to rake in the big bucks even if it’s Kodachi writing it instead of Kishimoto. These are what are known as franchises, and the collection of spin-offs associated with them are called intellectual properties.

Corporations fucking love intellectual properties because they’re so much bigger and more profitable than small, discrete media entries. You can think of your average book, movie, whatever, as being like a fanfic one-shot. It’s standalone. What they’ve figured out is you don’t need one-shots, or even series; you can have whole constellations of interrelated, mutually-supporting, mutually-selling works.

The biggest examples today are the Marvel Cinematic Universe and DC Cinematic Universe. Universal was/is trying to create something similar with The Mummy. Then there are titanic flagship franchises like Harry Potter, getting there own spin-offs like Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

And anime is no exception. Lots of famous anime are getting big-budget Hollywood-scale movie adaptations. There’s always been the books, the games, etc. But they’re taking the same trajectory of forming intellectual money media empires, because that is where the money is: a multimedia assault across all platforms and the whole spectrum of entertainment, from toys to coloring books to mobile phone games.

You know what Bleach doesn’t have? Any of that. It has a cheap-ass, terrible-looking movie where Zangetsu looks lamer than half the cosplay impressions of it. It’s got no follow-up manga. Its books did dismally. No anime continuation. Nobody wants anything to do with it anymore. KLab is avoiding dealing with the last arc any way it can in BBS.

You think Shueisha wanted that outcome? No! Shueisha wants money. Shueisha would love for Bleach to be successful.

So who is it in this picture who isn’t cooperating and doesn’t give a shit about money?

That’s right, our favorite narcissist, Tite Kubo.

He blew his own franchise up because he’d rather flip everyone the bird for not admiring his “vision” than roll around on a pile of cash. Dude cosplays as Mayuri and says he feels a connection with him, is that really so hard to believe? Well, it doesn’t matter if you believe it or not, because the proof is plain for all to see. Tite Kubo killed Bleach.

He supposedly never took advice from his editors and guess what? It turns out the market didn’t want what he thought was genius. His sales declined, but he kept on anyway, giving us stories about Kenpachi and Mayuri and Bazz B. and Haschwalth that nobody ever asked for, sure of his genius. And when Shueisha’s patience finally ran out and they pulled the plug (because sunk cost fallacy), he decided to tell all of us—you, me, the whole fandom, Shueisha, et al.—to go fuck ourselves.

Because he is one prideful sonofabitch. As Marsellus Wallace said, and as Shueisha would’ve said:

The night of the fight, you may feel a slight sting. That’s pride fucking with you. Fuck pride. Pride only hurts. It never helps. You fight through that shit.

See, you’re reading it all wrong. Kubo never cared about money. If he had, he would’ve kept his manga focused on IR from the end of SS on. It’s not a coincidence that that’s when his numbers started to slip, because that’s what made Bleach unique. It wasn’t a shounen with an amazing world and backstory. It was a shounen with character and strong core characters. But he was a true believer. He truly believed he was the next Tolkien or something, that he was hot shit.

Well, he wasn’t, and so right before the invisible hand of the free market smashed him, he decided to hurt all of us too. And that’s what 685/686 is. That enormous rebuilt Soukyoku? That is literally Tite Kubo’s middle finger flipping you, me, and everybody else off.

You don’t have to believe me, but you wouldn’t still be talking to me if you didn’t sense the truth behind it.

anonymous asked:

About nursey/dex Do you think it's a little weird that we as a fandom compare their struggles/debate who has it worse? Ik it's different when talking through the lens of characters but sometimes it feels like this fandom is arguing over whether it's harder to be poor or harder to be black? which kinda seems off to me like they're different struggles/hard to quantify. I was just curious ur opinion cuz u seem v smart/well spoken to me but don't feel like u have to respond if u don't want

hey, good question. i’m glad you think highly enough of me to ask me, dude. i got really long and rambly about this answer, and i’m pretty tired, so sorry if it’s somewhat unintelligible.

in my opinion, i don’t think it’s that anyone necessarily wants to talk about this kind of thing just for kicks. like, no one’s going, “wow, let’s debate whether jack in the nhl or bitty in the deep south is in a more homophobic environment!” just for the hell of it, or because they want to pit the people who love those characters against each other. that might be a more comparable example to what i think you’re asking me.

to me, the nursey/dex privilege discourse exists in fandom because of patterns in the fandom moreso than the details of the comic itself, and the patterns of the fandom are a direct result of the world we live in. fandom is made up of people, and no person lives in a vacuum; by extension, fandom does not exist in a vacuum, unaffected by the world.

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anonymous asked:

love your writing! i wanted to request an imagine about seb. and i don't know if you saw the james cordon interview he did but he was flirting with sharon stone being very confident then once she calls him cute, he gets flustered and i was wondering if you could do one based on that (:

sorry for the super long wait!!


Dinner? (Sebastian Stan x Reader)

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Cushioned into the corner of the couch, beside two very attractive men, you didn’t know what you were going to do with yourself. It’d only been recently that you’d popped up in the media as a result of some small, though brilliant, short, indie film that made its way to mainstream Hollywood. And yet, here you were. On James Corden. With Sebastian Stan, sitting to your left. Beside him, Chris Evans. Nearly shaking with anxiety for being on your first real night show.

God, what had you gotten yourself into.

As the audience’s applause begins to fade out, with a grin and the cards in his hand, James starts, “What a fun couch! I’m so happy you’re all here. Chris,” who gives a curt nod with that famous bearded smile of his, “thank you for being here. [Y/N], thank you so much for joining us for your first show, I cannot begin to tell you how brilliant you are, and to come out of nowhere like that!”

The audience screams, and immediately, color fills your cheeks as you nod, laughing. It was still all so surreal, being here, being this. Famous. Waving your hand, you shrug off his compliments, remaining modest.

And with being in the corner, you’ve positioned yourself with your legs crossed, turned more towards James’s chair, so when he moves on to Sebastian, you almost have to turn your body completely to face him. Though you’re not exactly complaining at the view.

“And Sebastian, I’m so excited that you’re here, and apparently, you’re excited you are also excited!”

With his legs spread, leaning comfortably against the back of the couch, Seb’s face is completely serious when he replies, “No, I am, I wanna thank you because.. I finally, thank you,” And you watch as he gestures between himself and… You. “For this. Tonight.”

And without warning, that same hand that gestured between you two falls down and finds your own, bringing it to your knee. Everything inside of you is ignited, and though the warmth in your face gives it away, you play along, grinning, placing your other hand on his.

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The Signs as I Know Them
  • Aries: adventure is just around the corner. Does more in one hour than you do in a week. Loud. Perseverant af. Once they commit to something, they don't leave it. Hides their feelings behind anger. Always excited for something new. Small, brown hair, big asses. May act really tough but are of the best people I know, loyal until the end. Still, not the kind of person you'd like to fuck with.
  • Taurus: cliché but always has the BEST food. Really artsy. Lowkey sensitive af and craves love like no other. Loyal till the end. If they don't like you, you'll know it. More of an introvert. Gets angry easily but will try to calm it down, still when they get really angry, beware. Kindest heart ever. Big hands, dark hair.
  • Gemini: you all scare the crap out of me but in a good way. Definitely has two sides. Really social but also enjoys being alone. Knows a lot of fun facts and enjoys learning. Intolerant to stupidity. Kinda sucks when it comes to handling feelings. Intolerant to others in general, gets easily fed up. Charismatic. Tall and big in general (not necessarily fat).
  • Cancer: funny af, always laughing over everything. Emotional conversations with them are 10/10. Gets easily hurt but hides it. Wears a lot of color/unusual stuff. Smart. May attack others in fear of letting them in but really doesn't want to hurt anyone. Hard for them to actually dislike someone. Great kissers. Thin with pouted lips.
  • Leo: has a lot of presence, the kind of person who just changes the atmosphere in the room by setting foot in it. Egocentric af but actually insecure. Always trying to help others, no judgamental at all, respectful. Fashionable under their own standars, likes standing out whether it is in fashion, sports, intelligence or anything else. Short dark hair, medium/big breasts.
  • Virgo: always trying to help others but doesn't really understand how they are feeling sometimes, looks for a shortcut. Passionate kissers. Smart and funny. Even the "dirtiest" virgos I know are pure in some way. Really methodical and wants everything planned out or will go crazy. Dark hair, light skin, calming presence.
  • Libra: that would be me, so awesome, bye. Jk, actually really vain but extremely insecure especially about their looks and intelligence. Flirty but doesn't realize it, thinks they're being friendly. Extroverts, knows half of the world but only truly enjoys the company of some. May want to appear hard-shelled but will understand everything you need them to, kind to the core. Flirts with everyone but it is really hard for them to actually fall in love truly, and when they do, they fall hard. Dark curly hair, pretty eyes, slim.
  • Scorpio: quiet until they trust you. Funny af. Laughs at everything. Smart. Seems like a saint but lowkey has a sexual life 10 times more active than yours. Forgive but doesn't forget. It is hard to get their hate but once you get it, it stays. Silently judgamental. Pretty brown eyes, white skin, straight brown hair.
  • Sagittarius: INTENSE. Loves to party and really sociable. Judgamental. Has their ideas well established. You do NOT want to get them angry. Knows how to forgive. Life of the party. Will go the extra mile for you if they care about you. If they say they love you, they whole heartedly do. Passionate about some sport. Black hair, small but really expressive eyes, thin and tall.
  • Capricorn: feelings that come and go. Seems to feel things more intense and deeply than they do. Obsessed with achieving some goal. Has the best intentions always. Does not understand indirects. Seems really sure of themselves but is constantly looking for approval. Smart. Lowkey always down for sex. Tan skin, hair is always in place, small eyes, puckered lips.
  • Aquarius: tries to understand your feelings but simply can't. Obsessed with standing out and being different. Will always try to help you even if they don't know how, they'll do their very best. Dresses in an unusual but cool way. Funny af. Knows a lot of fun facts. Can be really judgamental because they find it hard to be empathetic. Knows a lot of people, many acquaintances. When they fall in love, they fall hard. Has a characteristic accesory like big headphones, big glasses, etc. Dark hair, big lips, have some really big feature (belly, hands, arms, height, etc.).
  • Pisces: being with them is calming af. Feels everything too deeply. Will always tell you they love you too and probably will. Forgives easily. You can talk to them about anything. Accepting. Really insecure and easily threatened. Beautiful eyes, thin, lips either too thin or too big, long hands.

captaincrowcaw  asked:

I don't know how much of this kind of thing you do, but could I have some advice on drawing people or coloring things digitally? I've been having a really hard time with both of these things recently and you're really good at both of those thing and I really love you're style. C:

Thank you! I can try my best to give some advice; “coloring digitally” is a broad subject and so I don’t expect to be able to cover everything you’re looking for, nor can I talk about every aspect of my coloring in this format, but I can give some tips.

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as promised: the fetishism callout post!

let me just begin by saying there's nothing wrong with finding any of the cast members attractive. this is an EXTREMELY attractive cast. everyone is so FINE I bet even the folks backstage who we don't see are gorgeous. Its okay to be sexually attracted to them too! We've all made posts professing our love to the cast, which is perfectly fine!! Right now you're looking at Leslie Odom Jr's fiancé! we good!!

but ya see there's a big difference between "anthony ramos is my sweet freckled child <333" and "I want anthony to shove his #thicc cock inside of me and ten other cast members at the same time but also freckles uwu"

You see the difference right?? Right??????

I don't have anything against writing smut about the characters (who, yes, are technically real people but they've been dead for literal centuries ok. Let it go) but it just gets weird REEAAAAL fast when u say the same thing about musical!John Laurens and the real live human being Anthony Ramos. It gets even weirder when u talk about the cast members in this way in relations to each other??? Shipping real people in a serious, unironic way is just a lil :/// to me (I say "serious, unironic way" bc I do write rpf with my friend but its a Huge Joke™ and nonsexual and come on I don't actually ship sandra bullock and steve harvey together ok). I mean Anthony is quite frankly dating Jasmine Cephas Jones.....it's a legitimate fact. There are pictures. It's on Wikipedia. They're in LOVE and its PRECIOUS and they're gonna get MARRIED eventually so why tf r yall writing about him bottoming for Lin????????

And Lin!!! He has a beautiful WIFE AND SON. You can speculate about his sexuality, NOT PUBLICLY BC HE SEES THINGS, but that's fine if u honestly must??? (although he tweeted that he was straight once during his "grease live" livetweeting so......like......). U can talk about how cute he and jonathan groff are! But y'all don't stop there do u? Bc one second ur talkin about them being cute and then a sentence later it's all "and then he SUCKED his BIG FAT DICK clean off!!!!!! He was dickless!!!! While wearing their costumes!!!!!!!!!! He choked on the full decapitated dick!!!!!"

That shit ain't cute.

So, now that u finally realize that (hopefully), we can get to the real nitty mcfreaking gritty. this part is primarily for white fans but it technically applies to anyone who is not specifically latinx and/or black jsyk:

So even before the whole "baby girl" thing started, I saw quite a few of y'all calling Anthony and Lin "papi" which like.....why should I even have to tell you why this is wrong. If you're not latinx, DON'T USE THE WORD "PAPI", especially since most of y'all are using it in a sexual context. You went ahead and took an innocent word, and turned it into a way to sexualize your faves who just so happen to be latinx. It just ain't right, and its also?? weird??? Let me put it this way, I'm black but not jewish so thatd be like me calling daveed "bubbe". Or something. Either way see how that'd be gross and offensive? You're taking a part of them, a huge part of them, their culture, and turning it into something exotic and sexual. That, my friends, is fetishism.

Another good example of this is the whole "baby girl/boy" n "papa" thing. Y'all rly went ahead and took an cute nickname and rolled RIGHT with it lmao. @alexandralexander explained it beautifully in this post, but basically "papa" (and "mama") is a cute lil way of older folks to regard ppl who are younger than them. It's a caribbean thing, aka something yall just won't get. Idk what the whiter equivalent would be, idk like ur grandad calling u "big guy" or something??? Who knows. Just kno that its NOT SEXUAL IN ANYWAY LIKE WTF WHY DID Y'ALL MAKE THAT A DADDY KINK THING. WHY CAN NOTHING BE SACRED WITH YOU GUYS. Best believe when my grandparents call my brother "papa" they mean it in an endearing way. And that's how Lin meant it? I don't see how it could have been construed any other way??

As for the baby girl/boy thing, in all the times I've been called/heard someone else call someone baby girl, it was NOT sexual. It can be used that way, but it was n o t in this context. Again, its a cultural thing i guess. And with "baby boy", yall do remember that anthony plays lin's son in this show right. okay, just checking.

But forreal. what is wrong wit u guys. I told myself I wasn't gonna kinkshame nobody but its Time, it rly and truly is Time.

One last point I want to make (as if this isn't long enough already) is the language with which u talk about the cast too. This was said rly well in several posts especially this one that uses that tags ppl tend to use, but i’m gonna elaborate on it a little. I just want to know right now why Anthony (or our lighter skinned and SURE AS HELL THE WHITE cast members) is "sweet precious sunflower child cinnamon biscuit roll wheatgrass turkish delight with sprinkles or some other corny shit <333" while daveed is AUTOMATICALLY "raw me zaddy" THE FUCK??? Why we gotta go STRAAIGGHTT to zaddy-basis with daveed??? Why do I see y'all talking about his dick size???? Y'all dont do that from the get-go for the lighter skinned members (which is sad bc daveed is already a certified Lightskint™ so that's rly saying something)?? Why can't black actors (and characters) ever be seen as "sweet turnip bumblebees (???)" instead of either being put on an inhuman pedestal where it's "STEP ON ME BAD BITCH QUEEN" or sexualized with some "CHOKE ME YOU COCKSLUT" ???? Ask yourselves why y'all do that. I'll wait. 
And y'all don't even TALK about oak (as a quick sidenote okieriete is not that hard of a name to pronounce y'all just don't care to try. It sounds exactly like its spelled) but tbh I don't rly want u to bc you'd just sexualize him as well. Plus that means more for me cause I'm engaged to him too :) remember to save the date!!
This was all over the place and idk if I even said what I was trying to say but whatever. I guess what I'm trying to say is (and this is to white fans) you're stanning a thing full of people of color. im assuming that this is probably the first thing that youve been rly into that has included exclusively people of color. Please just be mindful of the way you talk about them. There's a history of you exotifying and sexualizing poc to the point that historically, people have been killed for??? There's a history behind y'all calling latinx folks "papi" and automatically assuming black folks got a big dick ok lmao. At the end of the day, the way you talk about them shows that you don't rly respect them as much as you claim to do??? Idk I wish I had made notes about this bc it sounded waaaaaaayyy better in my head but! Whatever it's still lit. s/o to @aaronsburrr for assistance! 
Request - hi i hope you don't mind but can you do a samandriel oneshot? one where the reader is badly injured because she saved the winchesters from demons and when they get back to the bunker samandriel heals her and when the reader falls asleep he confesses his love for her?

(I apologize if it seems a bit rushed; I hope you like it xx)


“Can’t you drive any faster?!” Sam called frantically to Dean, cradling your weak body in the backseat of the Impala and trying to put pressure on a deep gash in your stomach.

“Can’t you see that I’m trying?!” For emphasis the older Winchester stomped on the gas pedal, lurching you forward. You gasped as white-hot agony quickly blazed through your system and Dean glanced back, his face ashen. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry; we’re almost there.”

“Where the hell is Cas?!” Sam’s distraught tone matched what Dean was feeling inside, and he started to speed down the road even more that he wasn’t before, not even noticing through his dark thoughts.

“Y-You know th-that he’s busy too, right–” You broke off coughing, and felt a warm liquid run out from the corner of your mouth; with shaking fingers, you touched it and saw that it was the crimson color of blood. Sam’s eyes grew wide at the sight, and he wiped away the river trickling down your chin with a brisk movement of his thumb. “–he h-has other priorities be-besides us.”

“Please stop talking,” the younger Winchester pleaded, noticing with dismay that the bleeding from the large incision in your flesh wasn’t slowing. “You know that you have other priorities besides us as well, right? You shouldn’t have come!”

You had truly thought that you had everything under control when you saw the boys surrounded by demons; in all honesty, you had been too cocky, and you could admit that now. Being a sure-fire distraction hadn’t been a hard thing to do, and Sam and Dean had successfully managed to kill all of the black-eyed creatures around them without hesitation. In your over-confidence, though you had forgotten to look around the building; one abomination had come up behind you and caught you by surprise with multiple attacks, and then stabbed you right before one of the brothers could warn you.

The pain had just begun to numb as your thoughts started to wander, but you were soon zapped back into the aching reality of the situation when You reached the bunker. Everything was a rush from there; Dean hit the brakes hard and as soon as he did, Sam gathered you up in his arms as gently as he could before dashing inside. He was careful not to allow you to bounce as he ran down the stairs, and almost stopped dead in his tracks when he reached the floor. Through eyes blurred with torment, you could see the hazy image of Samandriel looking shocked and anguished at the sight of your bloodied and bruised body.

“Thank God you’re here,” Sam told him; the angel was on the Winchester’s heels as he brought you to your room, laying your down on your bed gingerly. “Where is Castiel?”

Samandriel couldn’t help but stare at your broken figure for a moment; he felt as if though he had received the most powerful blow to his abdomen, for he had a bit of trouble steadying his breath at first. His heart was pounding in rage at the fact that one of Hell’s archfiends had injured the person that he loved, but he couldn’t just think about that right now. Raising one hand to signal for Sam to wait, he put the other to your forehead and focused on the pinnacle of the burning pain your wounds were causing.

“Castiel had business in Heaven,” he replied, his voice slightly strained as his heavenly powers started to do its work. The bruises that had flourished on your alabaster skin vanished, and the torture in your system soon ceased to be when the stab wound closed itself up. “I very faintly heard your prayers for him, so I came with my own will.”

“Thank you,” you whispered, feeling drained from everything that had just happened. You felt as if your eyes were being forced down; they were so heavy that you could barely keep them open

“You need to rest,” Sam ordered before turning to the angel and started to talk softly. “My brother and I can’t thank you enough.”

Samandriel’s smile had a bit of sorrow etched into it. “I don’t need thanks, but I do request that I look over Y/N; a holy presence might be good for her right now.”

The younger Winchester hastily agreed before leaving your room, quietly shutting the door behind him so he could discuss things with Dean. The divine being turned towards you, only to find that you had somehow already fallen asleep. Passion rushed through him as he brought your covers up to your chin, and he stepped back for a minute just to admire you. Even though he knew you couldn’t hear him, he suddenly had the strange urge to share what he felt about you, everything that he was too shy to say when you were conscious.

“I found it very odd at first, the foreign emotions that seemed to swell inside of me whenever I saw you,” he started with an expression that showed he was deep in thought. “But it soon grew to be a normal way of life, these feelings; they made me happy in no other way I have felt before. It made me realize that humans are so delicate and fragile–” His gaze fell upon you once again, and thought about your beaten up state that had how ebbed to nothing; your skin was clear of marks and a halcyon look was all that was left on your face. “–and I knew that I never wanted to see you in a situation like one such as this. But now that I have, I’m starting to comprehend just exactly how deep these affections are. It will always be my duty to protect you from now on; I love you.”

His truth in his vow and confession was being shown through the flowers of hope that were thriving in his bright blue eyes, which were rooted to the heart that was beating rapidly for you. He approached you and bent down so that he could touch your cheek with his mouth, and let the touch linger there for just an extra instant before pulling away to see if you would react at all. He knew that you had heard some of his words unconsciously when your lips formed a wan smile, and he grinned in joy. He promised himself that one day, he would tell you the exact same things over again; it was all just a matter of time.

The signs as things they may or may not know they do when they have a crush (Based off of people I, an Aquarian, know)
  • Aries: You talk about your crush to your friends as if you and your crush are already dating! But then you become extremely angry and deny everything if asked if whether or not you actually like them. Ugh... There's one thing that really sets me off about you and your love life; you will get extremely defensive if someone else has something in common with your crush. Just chill fam, please.
  • Taurus: Like for real, you'll try to strike up conversations your crush wherever and whenever you can. It may be an awkward one, but that's usually because you, our stubborn bull, has already had the conversation planned out in your own mind and it has failed so you don't know what else to do/say. It's ok if things go differently than you plan or want. It's called Chaos Theory: look it up.
  • Gemini: Like Taurus, you'll most likely also talk to your crush but it will usually be WAY less awkward. You are the one who loves to talk (within reason... unlike some), or in some cases; listen. Plus, Gemini is usually an easy adapter, which comes in handy whenever the conversation starts to suddenly drift in a different direction.
  • Cancer: Heh... I hate to say this to you... But Cancer, you know you can be a little clingy; and that's exactly what you do to your crush. You can even be too shy to talk to them, and it still happens in a different form! With your protective nature, you feel as if everyone will be out to take them from you or hurt them. And if they, your crush, are also a close friend of yours, you will even help nurture them with their current relationship problem or heartbreak!
  • Leo: Tsk, tsk... Leo, you little fart, it's easy to see you're the playful one. You like doing activities that involve interaction between you and your crush, and your outgoing nature almost guarantee you'll be a bit of a flirt (even if you're shy). I say embrace it, but don't push it. You can tend to not think of their feelings and only your own, so don't be disappointed if your crush doesn't have or show their feelings towards you.
  • Virgo: When you do finally find someone it's sorta like... Hard to explain...? You're service-oriented, meaning you focus on making the other happy and knowing that you are available. This can be a gift, your crush may think it's awesome with how you almost shower them with affection, but you don't really think about yourself and how the other can walk all over you. Respect and take care of yourself first.
  • Libra: You are artistic and charming, two amazing traits to have when showing your love of something. You also apply it to how you interact with or talk about your crush. Basically, your whole way of speaking changes. You use more complex, attractive, and proper grammar. You may also think of/make up poems and stories about them (mostly in your head), and maybe doodle a lot of hearts and junk on stuff you own.
  • Scorpio: YOU ARE A LITTLE FLIRT-BALL WHO NEEDS TO CHILL. YOU ALSO ACT SHY AROUND YOUR CRUSH, BUT SOMETIMES ON PURPOSE. YOU ARE SCORPIO, YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WANT YOU LITTLE DEVIL. BUT THE FUNNY THING IS... You have the power to not show anyone you like someone if you choose. But you do show it to your crush. And I think that's hella rad.
  • Sagittarius: Saggie, you truly are optimistic about having a crush. You're sure everything in the end will work out and you two will be together. You may also drop subtle hints or straight out be truthful about your feelings to your crush and everyone you know, that's cool and all, but just try to be a little more carful and cautious about it... Kay?
  • Capricorn: jfc Capricorn you got all this crush shit figured out. Your ambitious to your goals but also cautious, so when you have a crush you be sure to make progress but not too much in fear of making a mistake. You may think you're doing something wrong but others could actually learn a thing or two from you bby.
  • Aquarius: M'kay, Aquarius, you may keep your emotions inside to yourself, but when that person comes along your whole world and attitude turns upside down. You'll go on and on about your crush for hours if your friends and family don't kill you first. You also have awkward conversations with them, like Taurus, and you secretly love being teased about liking someone; don't deny it! (BTW... STOP OVER THINKING EVERYTHING.)
  • Pisces: You worry about what your crush thinks of you just like you worry about every other little thing in your life. You also doubt yourself and your self confidence hits a low. It's ok bby, just be yourself. Many people try to make fun of Pisces in astrology posts, but I don't see the point; you are one of the most caring and amazing signs. Just let your true colors show and I'm sure everything will go in your favor.
Things I had learned about the signs
  • Aries: They succeed more than any other. They have the ability to accomplish great things. They love intensely and will do anything for those they love, but if you do them wrong and they finally realize they are better than that, they will look back and laugh at you when you come running back.
  • Taurus: They are soft and warm. They like gentle things and if they were to glow a color, it would be forest green. They're deep and seek to understand. They mother the weak even when they are weak themselves.
  • Gemini: They love things that makes themselves or others laugh. They have good logic and tend to overthink things. Indecisive. They don't like showing their emotions. They can be critical, but only because they are passionate about their perspectives in life.
  • Cancer: Their emotions serve as a compass. They seem unbalanced and illogical because of it, however it's this that makes them the most genuine. They are eternally young. No matter what they do, its because they love you. They are afraid of being hurt so they retaliate. They hold grudges, but it takes a lot for them to let go of you.
  • Leo: Extremely gentle and kind. They have powerful personalities and weak people are afraid of them. They are the most polite people. These are the people who loves others but doesn't love themselves enough. Extremely talented
  • Virgo: Despite what modern astrology says, Virgo is actually the most sexual sign. They are shy, but when you get to know them they have a lot to say. They hold a lot close to their heart and don't know how to let it out. They're swift and intelligent. They observe and judge their analysis. They are easily influenced by negativities
  • Libra: Quirky and vibrant. They like art and beautiful things. A romantic in life. They indulge in what they find attractive to their style of life. Always tries to understand both sides but leaves them with a hard decision. Gets anxious extremely easily
  • Scorpio: They are passionate in all aspects of life. Knows how to read people easily, and easily liked as people always seem to rely on them for emotional support. Their emotions can however drive them to dark areas in their mind, which contribute to what they do that seems obsessive or self-destructive. They hide so much, but also want to know every detail about you.
  • Sagittarius: Seeks for an escape and to learn more about life. They say they hate superficial things, but they're the ones seen with nice cars and dope kicks. They smile a lot, but are constantly experiencing an existential crisis. Tends to run away from even the ones they love because they are afraid of something of another force. They love deeply despite it
  • Capricorn: Extremely sensitive and has a hard time letting go. Easily cuts people out and seems okay with it even though they're not. They know how to get what they want. Tries to overpower their emotions with what seems rational but it takes a toll on their soul. Extremely smart.
  • Aquarius: Seems cool and composed. They're not always the best at texting. They are actually the most committed sign when they truly fall in love. They love nostalgia. Fastest to evolve throughout life. Feels misunderstood and has a hard time talking about themselves deeply with others. Loves the unknown. Indulges on destructive tendencies to numb themselves.
  • Pisces: They are easily influenced. Can easily be clouded by darkness as they are fully emotional and spiritual beings. Although, they still care deeply about others. They thrive on romance. They love endlessly and always looks highly of those they love, even when they arent the best for them. Can't forget the past. Never forgets memories and thinks about you even when you haven't spoken in months.
books of the mirthful messiahs

or “a collection of all my clown scripture because I’ve written a lot for PoF and I might as well keep track of it all”.  Prone to updates as I write further because this is not even close to as many books as I imagine.

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 (Book of) Colors - church policy on lowbloods, seadwellers, social order and painting, as well as the meat of the “Dark Carnival” scriptures/afterlife mythology.  

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A Name is Forever

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Of all the things that Emma could get fixated on, names are probably the least consequential.

There are million other tiny details that they have to get settled before the baby gets here and she only hit the twelve week mark three days ago. They don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl. Half of any list they make will be useless in a few weeks, but that didn’t stop Emma from stopping at the library on the way home from the station last night and checking out three baby name books.

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theirs is the snog of ice and fire
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“i almost just tagged an axg post “a snog of ice and fire” welllllll”

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I’d read a fic called that tbh.

well now you get to jeeno~

It’s cold, and dark, and whatever had served to keep him warm at nights before winter had come definitely didn’t serve now.  He huddled under his cloak–a cloak that had probably once been colorful like Lem’s, or Beric’s, or Thoros’, but which is now faded and muddy and far to thin for winter–much less Winter in the North with its six-foot snows.

He’s grown a beard.  It keeps the cold off his skin to some extent, but that doesn’t mean his lips aren’t freezing and chapped as his teeth chatter together and he tucks his hands into his armpits to keep his fingers from getting frostbite.

He’s heard them say the Stark words came in force this winter–that after nine years of summer, and a quick autumn, winter had not just come, it had come with a vengeance.  

He hopes that Arya’s pleased about that, wherever she is.  He hopes that she’s got a nice thick high-born fur-lined cloak and a fire and a castle and everything, and she’s not stuck here chattering and shivering with the low born warriors like him.

It’s so dark.  They never talk about how dark winter is when they talk about the North.  He remembers winter when he was just a boy in King’s Landing.  The night had fallen sooner, but never this soon, with only the briefest glimpse of daylight before the darkness hits you once again.  At least the snow reflects the moonlight…when there is moonlight.

He shivers and jumps up and down and hopes that they’ll move soon.  If they stay still they’ll all freeze to death.  But he’s not the one making the decisions.  That’s for the highborns to do.  

It’s so bloody cold and his cloak is too thin and–

“Gendry?”

He hears the call through the darkness, through the other men–a woman’s voice, or a girl’s maybe.  Lower than he remembers it, because a ten-year-old’s voice changes even if that ten-year-old’s a girl and…

“Gendry!” and she’s running towards him and it really is her, really and truly, he’d recognize that long face anywhere, even if her hair’s grown out a bit and is braided.  She’s running towards him and she’s got a thick, fur-lined cloak and even in the darkness he sees her in the light of the moon reflected up from the snow and she’s smiling–truly smiling to see him and–

He doesn’t mean to.  He really doesn’t.  It would never be proper, and she’s a lady, even if he is a knight now, but when she throws herself into his arms he kisses her and her lips are so warm against his, warm like fire and she makes a squeak of what he hopes is pleasure as she kisses him back.  And now he doesn’t care that his cloak’s too thin.  His blood is pumping hard through his body and Arya’s here, Arya’s alive and kissing him back in the middle of everything and everyone.

He smiles when she breaks the kiss, smiles down at her.  She’s taller now, and less scrawny and he wishes he didn’t notice the way her chest swelled out a bit.  She stamps on his foot.

“Ow!” he yelps.

“That’s for leaving me,” she snaps.  Then she stamps on it again.  “And that’s for being stupid.”  Then she reaches up and grabs his collar, and brings his lips to hers again.

meaningful/meaningless question meme
  • MEANINGFUL QUESTIONS
  • 1) How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?
  • 2) Which is worse, failing or never trying?
  • 3) If life is so short, why do we do so many things we don’t like and like so many things we don’t do?
  • 4) When it’s all said and done, will you have said more than you’ve done?
  • 5) What is the one thing you’d most like to change about the world?
  • 6) If happiness was the national currency, what kind of job would make you rich?
  • 7) Are you doing what you believe in, or are you settling for what you are doing?
  • 8) If the average human life span was 40 years, how would you live your life differently?
  • 9) To what degree have you actually controlled the course your life has taken?
  • 10) Are you more worried about doing things right, or doing the right things?
  • 11) You’re having lunch with three people you respect and admire. They all start criticizing a close friend of yours, not knowing she is your friend. The criticism is distasteful and unjustified. What do you do?
  • 12) If you could offer a newborn child only one piece of advice, what would it be?
  • 13) Would you break the law to save a loved one?
  • 14) Have you ever seen insanity where you later saw creativity?
  • 15) What’s something you know you do differently than most people?
  • 16) How come the things that make you happy don’t make everyone happy?
  • 17) What one thing have you not done that you really want to do? What’s holding you back?
  • 18) Are you holding onto something you need to let go of?
  • 19) If you had to move to a state or country besides the one you currently live in, where would you move and why?
  • 20) Do you push the elevator button more than once? Do you really believe it makes the elevator faster?
  • 21) Would you rather be a worried genius or a joyful simpleton?
  • 22) Why are you, you?
  • 23) Have you been the kind of friend you want as a friend?
  • 24) Which is worse, when a good friend moves away, or losing touch with a good friend who lives right near you?
  • 25) What are you most grateful for?
  • 26) Would you rather lose all of your old memories, or never be able to make new ones?
  • 27) Is is possible to know the truth without challenging it first?
  • 28) Has your greatest fear ever come true?
  • 29) Do you remember that time 5 years ago when you were extremely upset? Does it really matter now?
  • 30) What is your happiest childhood memory? What makes it so special?
  • 31) At what time in your recent past have you felt most passionate and alive?
  • 32) If not now, then when?
  • 33) If you haven’t achieved it yet, what do you have to lose?
  • 34) Have you ever been with someone, said nothing, and walked away feeling like you just had the best conversation ever?
  • 35) Why do religions that support love cause so many wars?
  • 36) Is it possible to know, without a doubt, what is good and what is evil?
  • 37) If you just won a million dollars, would you quit your job?
  • 38) Would you rather have less work to do, or more work you actually enjoy doing?
  • 39) Do you feel like you’ve lived this day a hundred times before?
  • 40) When was the last time you marched into the dark with only the soft glow of an idea you strongly believed in?
  • 41) If you knew that everyone you know was going to die tomorrow, who would you visit today?
  • 42) Would you be willing to reduce your life expectancy by 10 years to become extremely attractive or famous?
  • 43) What is the difference between being alive and truly living?
  • 44) When is it time to stop calculating risk and rewards, and just go ahead and do what you know is right?
  • 45) If we learn from our mistakes, why are we always so afraid to make a mistake?
  • 46) What would you do differently if you knew nobody would judge you?
  • 47) When was the last time you noticed the sound of your own breathing?
  • 48) What do you love? Have any of your recent actions openly expressed this love?
  • 49) In 5 years from now, will you remember what you did yesterday? What about the day before that? Or the day before that?
  • 50) Decisions are being made right now. The question is: Are you making them for yourself, or are you letting others make them for you?
  • MEANINGLESS QUESTIONS
  • 51) Why is it when you tranport stuff on a ship, it's called cargo, but when you transport it on a car, it's called a shipment?
  • 52) Why do fat chance and slim chance mean the same thing?
  • 53) Why isn't "palindrome" spelled the same way backwards as it is forwards?
  • 54) Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?
  • 55) When you choke a Smurf, what color does it turn?
  • 56) Why are they called apartments when they are all stuck together?
  • 57) What is Satan's last name?
  • 58) If a jogger runs at the speed of sound, can he still hear his iPod?
  • 59) If God sneezes, what should you say?
  • 60) Is there a time limit on fortune cookie predictions?
  • 61) If vampires can't see their reflections, why is their hair always so neat?
  • 62) Why does quicksand work slowly?
  • 63) Can crop circles be square?
  • 64) If ghosts can walk through walls and glide down stairs, why don't they fall through the floor?
  • 65) When Atheists go to court, do they have to swear on the bible?
  • 66) Can animals commit suicide?
  • 67) Is it rude for a deaf person to talk (sign) with their mouth full of food?
  • 68) Why do they sterilize lethal injections?
  • 69) If pro and con are opposites, wouldn't the opposite of progress be congress?
  • 70) Why does caregiver and caretaker mean the same thing?
  • 71) What was Captain Hook's name before he got the hook?
  • 72) How fast do hotcakes sell?
  • 73) How far east can you go before you're heading west?
  • 74) How does a real estate company sell its office without causing confusion?
  • 75) Do dentists go to other dentists or do they just do it themselves?
  • 76) Do prison buses have emergency exits?
  • 77) Do astronauts change their clocks when they move over different time zones in space?
  • 78) When lightning strikes the ocean, why don't all the fish die?
  • 79) Do you yawn in your sleep?
  • 80) Do Chinese people get English sayings tattooed on their bodies?
  • 81) Do you wake up or open your eyes first?
  • 82) If you ate pasta and antipasti, would you still be hungry?
  • 83) How much deeper would the ocean be if sponges didn't grow in it?
  • 84) Can you cry under water?
  • 85) If you blew a bubble in space would it pop?
  • 86) Why do they put holes in crackers?
  • 87) Did they have antiques in the olden days?
  • 89) If someone owns a piece of land, do they own it all the way to the center of the earth?
  • 90) If you put a chameleon in a room full of mirrors, what color would it turn?
  • 91) Can an ambidextrous person make an offhand remark?
  • 92) Do sheep get static cling when they rub against one another?
  • 93) Could someone ever get addicted to counseling? If so, how could you treat them?
  • 94) Where do people in Hell tell other people to go?
  • 95) If there's an exception to every rule, is there an exception to that rule?
  • 96) Why isn't phonetic spelled the way it sounds?
  • 97) If a cow laughed real hard, would milk come out her nose?
  • 98) How do you know when it's time to tune your bagpipes?
  • 99) Does fuzzy logic tickle?
  • 100) If there is no God, who pops up the next Kleenex in the box?
Talk To Me, Chapter 6

I didn’t plan to post this so soon after Chapter 5 but I got excited and churned it out so here it is! I hope you all have been looking forward to this, because it’s a couple hundred words longer than usual!

As usual, thank you all so much for your unending support and love for this! I never thought that a tiny drabble would grow so large! You are wonderful, beautiful people that I cherish. <3

Ao3

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

Marinette bit her lip, struggling against the pressure rising behind her eyes. She clutched her backpack to her chest, the losing design slowly crushed under the pressure. Weeks of her life spent hunched over her worktable, with the needle marks on her fingertips to prove it, had all been for nothing; she hadn’t even placed. Why did she think she had the skill to even come close to that winning design? Why did she even try?

The bus screeched to a halt, the doors breathing open to allow a passenger on board.

“Don’t cry, Marinette,” she told herself firmly, gulping down the lump in her throat. “Don’t cry. It’s not worth it, don’t cry…”

She dug her phone out from her purse, scrolling through her contacts. Chat knew about the design competition she had entered. Gabriel Agreste, her idol, hadn’t sponsored it; she wasn’t qualified for that huge competition just yet. The competition was held by a smaller company whose prize would have surely gotten her at least noticed by the much larger corporation. If Marinette couldn’t even place in an amateur competition, then how was she supposed to make it to the big leagues?

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“Alaska,” she mumbles, three sleepy syllables muffled as she murmurs against his chest. It’s such an out of the blue comment (suggestion? request? sleep talk?) that it takes Marty a little more than a couple moments to decipher it. 

Once he does, once he’s certain that yes, he did hear exactly what he had heard, he’s even more confused than before. “Alaska?” he questions quietly. “I don't…I don’t get it.“ 

The circles and random letters his fingertips are tracing along the length of her spine are nothing short of hypnotizing and Kensi can barely open her eyes, let alone attempt to explain the slow, rose-colored thoughts that flutter through her mind in the midst of afterglow. She’s so happy, so warm, so safe snuggled against him, his strength and masculinity lulling her into a state of half-sleep when before those same things had set her soul aflame with desire, desperation, the need to have him so deep inside of her that they became one. 

She swallows hard, letters in her imagination teasing her as they morph into words, then separate before she can truly grasp them, before she can lend them her voice. "Alaska,” she repeats, sleepily laying her palm upon his bare chest, just above his heart - in a world bearing nothing but chaos, there’s just something about the steady beat of his heart that calms her, something about it that makes everything okay. “There. I want to go there…”

Still confused, Marty chuckles. Closing his eyes, he draws in a deep breath, inhaling the scent of coconut, one of the five thousand different conditioners she has in their shower (okay, that’s a bit of an exaggeration…and some of them are his, but that’s irrelevant). “Why?" 

She sighs softly; she’s quickly losing this battle against exhaustion and sheer comfort because God, there’s no better place to fall asleep than in his arms, bare skin against bare skin. Kensi shifts slightly, gently slipping a leg between both of his, tangling their bodies together just as are their hearts, their souls, their lives. "Summer,” she murmurs slowly, a smile touching her lips as the image fills her mind. 

Marty hums, pressing a gentle kiss to her tousled hair. “Sick of Santa Monica? Venice? Huntington?" 

Kensi shakes her head slowly. "Not sick of it,” she murmurs. “I love it…" 

"So then what’s so special about Alaska?" 

Her cheeks tint, though whether from a decades’ old wish or from the gentle tease of his fingers over bare skin, she can’t be certain. "The midnight sun,” she whispers. “Kinda always wanted to see it…" 

Marty can’t help but smirk. "Isn’t that technically the same as the sun at any other time?" 

Kensi giggles (God, Marty loves that sound). "If it was, nobody would call it the midnight sun,” she counters, pressing a kiss to his skin. “That’s what makes it different." 

"You’d make a good lawyer,” Marty teases, expecting the momentary sting when she pinches his side. His blue eyes slowly open, his gaze to the darkened ceiling above. “So I guess we’re going to Alaska this summer…" 

The soft smile at her lips swells into a full grin. "I guess so,” she murmurs happily, nuzzling even deeper into his embrace.

And as she surrenders to the gentle waves of slumber, there’s one thought and one thought alone that guides her into dreams. 

She has never, ever been this happy before.


Fun reminder that @asthedayisfading is THE BEST AND MY FAVORITE EVER and perfect, amazing, spectacular, wonderful, awe-inspiring, marvelous gifts she puts in my inbox like this prove it. :) 

anonymous asked:

I will get some hate for this, and I understand if you don't want to publish this, but why is it racist to cast white people in black roles? I mean, I get, it in a proffesional company you are taking a white person and spray-tanning them instead of hiring a black person that can do exactly the same, therefore discriminating. But in a school where the black candidate for a role can't sing the part and you have no other options, wouldn't taking a white person for the role and spray tanning (1/2)

(2/2) show that the only thing that is different between each other is the color of their skin and nothing else?

I understand what you’re saying, so I’ll see if I can organize my thoughts on the matter.  Obviously this is a hugely delicate matter, so if anybody feels as if I stepped out of line in my response, don’t hesitate to let me know.  I’m trying to talk about this in a respectful and educational way, and I’d love to start a discussion on it.  (Under the cut because it’s looooong)

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