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Vol’jin had been stabbed after he had rushed to Prince Anduin’s aid - a Felguard would have killed the boy had he not. While he was preoccupied, and the others were engaged in chaotic combat, another Felguard struck him through the abdomen. It was only a matter of time before he collapsed, but not after dispatching of both.

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anonymous asked:

Imagine- Harry and Draco living together. Harry being happy for once, Draco helping him deal with all the shit from his childhood

Ohhh this is quite a perfectly sappy image. (My one true love, not counting the invention of chocolate with caramel.) Might come back to this one tomorrow morning to write a proper ficlet about it, if you want me to!

Teenage Elia Martell Steals a Baby: a Very Short ASOIAF Fic
  • Doran: So, how did you guys like Casterly Rock?
  • Oberyn: *elaborate jerk-off motions*
  • Doran: ...okay, so probably not great. How about you, Elia?
  • Elia: *unwrapping cloak to reveal infant* I stole a baby, his name is Tyrion and I Love him.
  • Doran: ...Elia...you can't...you can't steal babies. Probably not from anyone, and definitely not from the Lannisters.
  • Oberyn: Fuckin' watch her.
  • Elia: YEAH.
  • Doran: Why are you both like this. Does Mom know?
  • Princess of Dorne: *shouting from next room* Yes, I do, and Elia better not come crying to me if the Lannisters start pestering her to marry that baby!
  • Doran: What the hell is going on in the Westerlands?
  • Elia: *cooing at Baby Tyrion* Nothing that a GOOD SMALL BABY should have to deal with.
  • Oberyn: *even more elaborate jerk-off motions*
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thoughts, feelings, y’know that sorta thing

edit 2: this is a post about bipolar disorder, made by me, an artist with bipolar disorder, strictly for other people with bipolar disorder. stop tagging it for unipolar depression, anxiety, bpd, psychosis, or anything else (those are just the most used tags on this) because it’s not about those. even if you think you can relate, tagging this as anything other than bipolar disorder is stripping my meaning away from my work, and invalidating my feelings as a mentally ill person AND an artist. stop doing that.

edit 3: do NOT put this on gore/guro blogs. thanks.

I am definitely not a langblr but I learned basic French and I am currently learning Korean starting with Hangul. There are a lot of things to be reminded whenever you are trying to learn a new language especially if you are new to the experience (like me lol).


1️⃣ It will take YEARS

Yes, believe me when I say that you will struggle. Those programs that claim that they will help you become fluent in a certain language in 3 months or less, they are probably over exaggerating. There is more in learning a language than just writing it and making sure you have proper spelling and it was translated correctly. You also need to understand it and be able to pronounce it properly with confidence. It’s just like learning your mother language, you were not able to be fluent in you mother language in just months or in just a year.


2️⃣ Starting with the characters is a must

If you are learning a language that requires you to use different characters, learn those characters first before the ‘translating game’. In learning Korean, you first need to learn Hangul, just like when you first learned English, you started with the Alphabet. After learning the characters, you can start forming words, and that is where the ‘translating game’ starts.


3️⃣ The struggle is real when learning the ‘accent’

This is the part where most struggle (including me lol). I struggled at pronouncing words in French mainly because I was not made to speak French (like how my the pitch of my voice gets higher whenever I speak English and drops down when I speak Filipino). It really does take time and many give up at this stage but since WE ARE STUDYBLRS, WE DON’T GIVE UP LIKE THAT.


4️⃣ The pressure is real when you try to use it IRL

I tried using French MANY times in real life when I have the opportunity to but then I just fail and make an embarrassment of myself and just go back to speaking Filipino or English and at the end, I will regret that I missed that opportunity. It will be hard to get yourself to confidently speak your new language especially if you don’t speak it enough (which is the reason for no. 3). But it is very important to have confidence in speaking it because if I hadn’t pushed myself to speak in front of many people in an unfamiliar language, then I wouldn’t be able to write and speak in English.


5️⃣ There will be times when you will lose motivation

For some people this is the first stage in giving up, but in terms of learning a language, this is completely normal. Yes you need to practice everyday in order to succeed but there will be days when you do not feel like it or it does not interest you anymore. Always remember to give yourself a rest because learning something out of your comfort zone can be tiring too. But there will also be days when you will wake up and feel motivated as if nothing can stand in your way and use that to your advantage and make up for lost time.


Idek if these actually help as I am not an expert and it no way can be labeled as a langblr or such but if it did, please like and reblog and follow my studygram (chrissiestudies) and tell me what other posts interest you because I am on summer vacation so I now have more time on Tumblr as opposed to before. 💕💕

It’s three thirty in the morning when Even shakes him awake. Isak blinks, startled, but Even is soft at the edges. His eyes are focused when he looks at Isak; it’s been months since they’ve been to the doctor’s, and Even takes his lithium every day without complaint.

“You’re not manic, are you?” Isak asks, because Even likes it when he asks. He likes to hear that Isak cares, that Even’s own words hold weight. Isak would give him anything, and so he asks, and asks again.

Even shakes his head, “No,” He says. The side of his face is barely visible in the dim light shining through their thin yellow curtains. Even had found the fabric in the back of a vintage shop, brought them home and begged his mother to sew them into something usable. The hem of them is rough and uneven, but Even smiles almost every time he sees them, so it’s worth it.

“It’s been five years since we met,” Even says, more to their ceiling than to Isak himself. The words echo around in their little bedroom. Isak shifts closer in the bed, pushes his cold feet to the heat of Even’s calves, wraps an arm tight around Even’s ribs.

Even’s arm falls over Isak’s shoulders, pulls them close together. So close that Isak imagines osmosis, imagines their cells pressing together. Imagines the two of them becoming one creature, one body.

Their bodies fit so well together, even after five years.

Even after all the drama. Even after all the tragedy, after both of them stumbling their way through university, and Even not being able to balance his medication, and those awful six months where they’d tried to break up. Their bodies fit so well together that they’d never been able to stay apart.

Their bodies fit so well together that it still floors Isak, sometimes. Still makes the bottom of his stomach drop out, his hands shake. Their bodies fit so well together that it makes Isak feel like the luckiest person alive.

“What are you thinking?” Isak presses the words against Even’s collarbone, kisses the skin there between every syllable. He’s tired, still only half awake. He doesn’t bother trying to hide it from Even, and so the sentence slurs together.

Even tightens the arm he has around Isak’s shoulders, pulls him impossibly closer. He’s silent for a while, arm still tight around Isak. His thumb is moving up and down, slow, steady. It’s matched to his breathing, and Isak settles himself into Even, shuts his eyes.

He’s almost asleep when Even finally speaks again.

“I’m thinking that I love you,” He says. Isak can hear the smile in his words, hear the soft way he lands them. He says them as though they’re flower petals falling, each one spiralling down from the tree to the ground. Cherry blossoms.

Isak smiles into Even’s skin. Holds him, whispers, “I love you, too.”

I would like to see a sort of phantom-of-the-opera themed fic, where Will works for the opera, not as one of the singers, but in the orchestra pit.

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Originally posted by helloyangmal

(long stream-of-thought summary of the story below)

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I showed up twice in the SWCO Closing Ceremonies reel - which was gorgeous and is here

The first was from the 40th Anniversary panel tribute to Carrie. I was standing on a chair, and every one of those people around me was so wonderful and supportive. The second was from the Rebels panel with @lorna-ka immediately following Filoni’s announcement that the show was going into its final season. 

The past four days have been intense, mad, overwhelming, frustrating and so very wonderful. Thank you to every single person that I met, whether it was holding hands at the 40th anniversary or grabbing a quick photo, the fastest hello or a compliment or hours spent sitting in a queue together, or standing in the middle of the floor when a quick photo turns into an hour long in-depth chat. Thank you to every child who gasped, smiled or waved when they saw Hera walking their way, and to every fellow cosplayer who swapped tips and techniques. Thank you to everyone who adopted me and let me adopt them, and to everyone not here who has been following along on instagram and twitter. Double triple quadruple thanks and love to @lorna-ka . I love Star Wars and I love the incredible community around it, even if I only interact with tiniest little corner of it. 

What a wonderful thing we love, and my gods I am ready to sleep.

I love you all and MTFBWY!

Dude I always think of Princess Tutu as a romance heavy show, but then it just hit me, what about aro Ahiru?

Like an Ahiru who thinks she has a crush on Mytho bc she cares about his well-being and that’s what everyone calls her feelings for him so it must be a crush

An Ahiru who is totally happy with Rue and Mytho being together and never feeling jealous of their relationship bc she never wanted to replace either of them and be with someone like that

An Ahiru who eventually realizes she has no romantic feelings for Mytho but continues to support and try to help him

A Drosselmeyer that gets absolutely pissed at this, ‘why aren’t you following the story right?  You’re doing this all wrong!”

An Ahiru who is faced with the future of her friends getting caught up with their romantic relationships and moving on without her and leaving her behind

And then a Fakir that promises to always be there for her, even if she is a duck, and Ahiru is more satisfied with that than any happy ending with a Prince

Fig chatter! (Q/A)
First off, i just wanna say thank you so much to everyone for all the super nice and encouraging notes! It always makes me to happy to see that my work is making people happy and your notes really help to motivate me to do my best at this comic!

Yep!!! That manga is one of my favorite things in the whole world so it really really influenced my comic.


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Pen Pals

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: The Reader takes up a Pen Pals writing program at her school, and soon finds herself falling for the military man who’s been sending her letters. What happens when she graduates? Will the letters still come after, or is she just a random person who was strung along just to blow off some steam via words? 

Word Count: 1.7kish

Warnings: AU, Fluff, Light Cursing

Author’s Note: Heyy my loves! This is my entry for @revwinchester‘s Birthday Challenge. I got the prompt “Soldier” with Dean (obviously). This was meant to be a one shot, but then I thought, why not make the other half in Dean’s POV? It’s only fair, right? Second part will come next weekend. And the third the following weekend. I really hope you guys like this! Feedback is definitely welcomed!!

*Part Two*



Chapter One: First Letters

Pen Pal - a person with whom one becomes friendly by exchanging letters, especially someone in a foreign country whom one has never met.


I never thought I’d be the one to do these kinds of things. When I signed up for it at the beginning of freshman year in high school, people thought I was insane. They didn’t think I was going to go through with it, you see.

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40+ Up: Ban Ji Yeon (Witch’s Romance)

Just Madison Things™ that Eric Bittle does

Because of these posts and my non-existant self control

  • the nearest real city is Athens and if you think Bitty isn’t there every weekend there’s football you’re wrong
  • should win the Slowest Walker award. its more an amble or a stroll
  • would never ever pass anyone on the street and even more so never on the stairs. it’s bad luck.
  • dirt roads mean washing his truck more than should be humanly possible, but also driving fast down a dirt road so you don’t feel every bump when it’s all washborded out
  • more on roads- what in the ever loving hell is a snowplow???
  • even more on roads- why the hell would you ever jaywalk? to where???? the garbage can so you can throw away some stranger’s litter? (Bless their sweet little darlin’ heart!)
  • is in denial that the Atlanta Thrashers ever left. They’re just on a long off season.
  • stops to talk to anyone at any time. Had a class together once freshman year before you dropped it three days in? Bitty is gonna ask about your momma and your dog because “Lord honey, that’s just how you do things”
  • going to Murder Stop n Shop means ‘going into town’ 
  • is frankly apalled at the lack of farm stands on the side of the road
  • Thank The Lord there aren’t half a dozen of those awful ‘southern charm’ boutiques on the square- probably because there’s no square
  • complains that there are no antebellum homes to decorate at Christmas and make the cold less awful
  • making friends with history nerds read: Jack Zimmermann and informing him that Madison was the only city spared on Sherman’s March to the Sea because it’s the only Georgia history he knows