true course

anonymous asked:

my friend says asexual wlw ruin the purpose of sapphic spaces, to talk about sexual attraction to girls. is that true?

of course not. i mean, ace wlw need to be considerate of non-ace wlw, who need a safe place to talk about sexual attraction to women and not feel shamed for it, but of course ace wlw are…capable of doing that. it’s not like their very presence somehow ruins the space. it’s all about coexisting and being considerate of other experiences

People talk a lot about how Harry Potter taught them about friendship and bravery and love overcoming evil etc and of course I think that’s very important but like…

Harry Potter also taught an entire generation of kids that the news media can’t always be trusted to tell the truth, that the government can often be corrupt or incompetent, that the legal system isn’t always right, that the people in power don’t always have your best interests at heart. That bad things sometimes happen to good people, that your heroes aren’t always as perfect as you think they are, that even those with the best intentions can be wrong, that everyone can make mistakes and that often in order to make things right it takes a lot of hard work and sacrifice.

…and I think in a way that’s every bit as important as the more positive messages.

On Yuuri and Makkachin

We saw through the series the bond between Makkachin and Yuuri, the first meeting was a happy Makkachin approaching Yuuri, and then following him when he was running or training (with Victor or not). We saw that the two of them has a deep bond, and I know that Yuuri isnt the kind of person to replace one nail with another (like to see Makkachin as another Vicchan), because he knew that. So chapter 8 hit me like a truck OF FEELS

Yuuri recieves a call of Mari, saying that Makkachin is very sick. 

Yuuri then remembers Vicchan, We would think that he will break up, remembering such tragic events that occurred on his last Grand Prix.

But, the next thing he does, is call Victor, to go to Japan to see his beloved dog.

He didnt break up, mainly because he didnt want Victor to suffer like he did. Believe me, when you lost a pet and you didnt have the chance to say farewell or goodbye is the worst thing ever, you feel disappointed, hurt, regret, it instantly hurts you, knowing that you could be at their side, saying that everything will be okay, that this will last a few minutes even if it was a lie. 

So I feel very surprised and amused, at how strong this boy is, at how he can surpass his fears to protect the beloved one. He didnt want Victor to be through that, not like him. He put his fears of performing alone aside, to let Victor go to Japan. To face a competition alone in a foreign country without support (and we know how much Yuuri needs it, even after his development). Victor wolud think that it wasnt that bad (haha lies) but Yuuri doesnt think that, he knows this matter with Makkachin was important.

And it hit me, I couldnt do that, the death of my dog still affects me, But Yuuri was so brave, he insisted, and he didnt think it twice and that so admirable, so proud at how far Lil pork cutlet is doing, and im not the only one surprised :’)

bless chapter 8, bless

I like to imagine a Hanzo who can drink well until the others are passed out but when he reaches a certain point, he might become a totally clingy and childish drunk who latches on to the person he feels the closest to; which in this case is McCree.

I bet McCree would definitely try to get Hanzo to that tipping point so that he can see his lover acting to his true desires. Of course, he doesn’t want the archer to get angry so the cowboy would try to coax this kinda behavior only when they are in a private setting where there is only two of them.


The Forest of Dean. I came here once with Mum and Dad, years ago. It’s just how I remember it. The trees, the river… everything, like nothing’s changed. Not true, of course. Everything’s changed. If I brought my parents back here now they probably wouldn’t recognize any of it. Not the trees, or the river… not even me.

Regarding Veracity

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Escape:   the wedding plans

As the sun tried desperately to make an appearance outside, Claire dragged herself up the stairs to her flat after her shift. It was a busy night filled with drunken revelers from some rather overzealous Burns’ celebrations. Her entire evening consisted of cuts, scraps, and broken bones from fights.  She passed by Jamie’s flat, and continued upstairs.  

The night shift meant sleeping in her own bed, and then waking in time to get ready before Jamie got home from work.  They would eat and spend time together before she went in for the second of her back-to-back night shifts.  

She unlocked the door and dropped her bag to the floor, her mind focused on what she could eat before she fell into bed.    

She heard the crinkle of the paper before she saw it.  Looking down she noticed the large manila envelope she had stepped on.  Picking it up, she saw her name typed on the front. Claire Elizabeth Beauchamp.  No postage, no return address, nor any corporate logo.  

She set it down on the counter with a promise to look at it later.  

Fed, rested and showered, she’d forgotten all about the mail until she was ready to leave and head down to Jamie’s. She had her bag over her shoulder, her coat in her arms and made a mental note to grab an umbrella on the way out as the sky had turned ominous.  Going back in to grab her keys from the counter, the brown envelope caught her attention again.

“Bloody hell,” she muttered, and ripped the flap using her key as a letter opener.  She balanced everything she was carrying and wrestled the thick batch of papers out of the envelope.  

It all fell to the floor when she realized what she was reading.  It couldn’t be

The impending storm finally hit and the sky opened up.  The thunder exploded overhead and let loose a torrent of rain.  She looked towards the window as the fat drops clanged off the fire escape and hammered the glass panes in an aggressive fury that echoed the pounding in her head.  Lightening cracked and split the sky as the pain of betrayal split her heart.

Gathering her wits about her like she did in the face of an emergency at the hospital Claire took deep breaths.  She prioritized.  She checked the time, put the papers back in the envelope and tucked it into her bag.  She put on her coat.  She locked up after herself.  

And in her despair, she forgot the umbrella.

“Aye, man, it will be good to see ye, too! Take care.”  Jamie hung up the phone from touching base with his friend John, a fellow whisky distiller.  They each had an entry in the International Whisky Competition and were making plans to get together for dinner at the event.  As he spun his chair around to hang up, he saw her in the doorway.

She was soaking wet.  Her curls were drenched into separate ringlets, the water pouring from each tip. Her eyes were unfocused.  Her face was pale and taut.  Her spine stood ramrod straight.  

Willie stood just behind her, looking over her shoulder at Jamie.  Jamie could tell by Willie’s expression that he had no idea what she was doing there, or what was wrong.

“Claire.”  He rose from his chair slowly.  “Claire, mo graidh.  What’s wrong?”

Claire flinched at the affectionate term.  In response she just reached into her bag and pulled out a manila envelope.  The top half of it was wet where the rain had dripped into her open bag. The bottom half was dry.  She held it out to him, hand shaking.  

She was scaring him. Claire’s usual glass face was gone, replaced by a mask. He couldn’t read her at all. That envelope could contain anything.  The results of a medical test.  A rejection letter from one of the med schools to which she had applied.  A severance package from the hospital.  So many things went through his mind.  He struggled to pull the papers out from the dampness.  

He never expected what he saw.  Never.

“You could have said something, Jamie.”  Her voice was quiet. Sad. Broken.

“Claire.”  He could feel the panic rising.  “Claire, I didna do this!”

“Claire,” Willie said, with a gentle hand on her elbow. “Here, give me yer bag.” He gently took the weight of it in his hand as Claire uncurled her fingers from the straps.  He set the bag off to the side, and led her to a straight-backed chair by the wall.  “Let’s have yer coat, too, aye?  It’s wet.”

“No.”  Claire was firm.  “I can’t stay.  I’m on my way to work.”

That catapulted Jamie into action.  He strode around his desk, picked up the phone and jabbed out a number.  Then he barked, “Janet.  My office. Now.”  

“Here, Claire.  Somethin’ to warm ye.”  A hot mug was pressed into her hand and she wrapped her palms around the heat of it, hoping that it would reach her soul.  The noise of voices buzzed around her and bodies swirled into motion.  She took a sip, and coughed a bit at the strong coffee laced with whisky.

From her vantage point standing in the corner Claire took in the scene.  Jenny had arrived and was gesturing wildly, shaking her head and glancing over towards her.  She now had the offending document in her hand.  Claire knew Jenny was protective of her brother, but she’d thought they had forged a bond over the Christmas holidays at Lallybroch.  Perhaps she was wrong.  

She took another sip of the coffee.  Dimly her brain registered the alcohol, but it seemed to give her the liquid courage she needed to stand her ground.  She really didn’t care what anyone had to say.

Until a voice she didn’t recognize announced his presence.

“I did it.”

Claire turned to see an elderly man, not very tall, with an obvious disability, standing in the doorway.  He had a commanding voice, one that seemed to bring everyone to heel.  They all looked at him, open-mouthed.  The man surveyed the room, his eyes stopping at Claire.

“Ah.  Ye must be Miss Beauchamp.”  He hobbled towards her, hand outstretched.  “I’m Colum MacKenzie.  I am Jamie and Jenny’s eldest uncle. Their mother was my sister.”

Automatic reflex had Claire shaking his hand.  She stared into the dove-gray eyes that reflected a man of confidence, and intelligence, with a shrewdness that made him intimidating despite his stature.  He was sizing her up, taking her measure.  She held her own, and met his gaze.  In meeting that gaze she realized that deep in those eyes was also a man who lived with chronic pain. He was much shorter than his relatives, but that had to be due to what Claire mentally diagnosed as Pycnodysostosis.  It was such a rare disease, and Claire had never encountered it before.  

“I see I’ve caused some upset.” He nodded at Claire in a deferential manner. Then turned to Jamie and continued, “But I did it at the request of someone else.”


When I started dating I had this kind of Romeo and Juliet, fateful romantic idea about love which was almost that you were a victim and there was a lot of pain involved and that was how it should be. Shakespeare said the course of true love never did run smooth, and I had this sense that it had to be painful. It was such a revelation to realize that it shouldn’t be that way and that you get to choose who you love and who you decide to give your heart to. It sounds like a cliché but I also learned that you’re not going to fall for the right person until you really love yourself and feel good about how you are.

Bullet Journal Quotes

Since my planner starts July 2016 and ends July 2017 I’ve been using it as a bullet journal for the summer until I start school again next week. I’ve been writing quotes, tips and odd bits of information in the space for each day instead of homework. Now it’s the end of summer I have collected a lot of quotes that I hope you guys might like. They may seem random but they do correspond with what i did or was feeling on the day.

“The beginning is the most important part of the work.”
“Love is a serious mental disease.”

“No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.”

“What we do today is what matters most.”
“To keep the body in good health a duty, otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.”

William Shakespeare 
“The course of true love did run smooth.”

Oscar Wilde
“The books that the world calls immoral are are the books that show the world it’s shame.”
“They’ll tell you that dreams can come true but forget to mention that nightmares are dreams too.”
“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.”

“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.”

Jane Austen
“One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.”

J.R.R Tolkien
“Little by little, one travels far.”

Neil Gaiman
“I like stories where women save themselves.”

“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different.”

Stephen King
“Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.”

William Arthur Ward 
“The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.”

Audrey Hepburn
“Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover you have two hands - one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”

Abraham Lincoln
“I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.”

Theodore Roosevelt
“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.” 

Thomas Jefferson
“Never spend money before you have it.”

Thomas Edison
“I have not failed, I just found 10,000 ways that didn’t work.”

Nelson Mandela
“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”

Salvador Dali
“I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.”

Winnie the Pooh
“Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.”

Morticia Addams (Addams Family Values)
“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

Clara Oswald (Doctor Who)
“The souffle isn’t the souffle - the souffle is in the recipe.”

The Doctor (Doctor who, Series 2, Episode 3: Tooth and Claw)
“You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world.”

Dr Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal, Series 2, Episode 4: Takiawase)  
“I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty and art and horror that this world has to offer.”

Sirius Black (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Movie)
“We’ve all got both light and darkness inside of us. What matters is the part we choose o act on, that’s who we really are.”

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)

Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)
“Harley Quinn, nice to meetcha. Love your perfume. What is that: the stench of death?” 

Welcome to the Night Vale (twitter)
“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”


Magnus Bane, Bane Chronicles (The Course of True Love [and First Dates])

Part 1 of 2 parts

Honestly, this is my favorite quote from Magnus Bane and I couldn’t help but make a series gifs about it. Part 2


The text comes when he’s in the middle of debriefing Lestrade.

It’s from a blocked number, one he suspects not even Mycroft could find.

She’s not what I expected, it says. She’s nice- Nicer than anyone. Nicer even than you.

I think I should like to keep her.

Sherlock doesn’t wait to explain, just grabs his coat and dispatches John back to Baker Street- to Rosie, and Mrs. Hudson- just in case he’s wrong. (He hates that he hopes he’s not wrong).

When John asks what’s wrong he says one word: “Soldiers.” And then, “Soldiers today- All of us.”

Even more than “Vatican cameos,” it tells the doctor all he needs to know.

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In the notebook he titled “Course of Life”, James Holmes described his obsession with killing others, something he said he’d had since he was a child. He wrote down various ideas for murdering people, considering becoming a serial killer, but ultimately dismissing the idea because it was “too personal” and time consuming, and left “too much evidence”. He decided on mass murder, he wrote, because it was “easily performed with firearms” although he thought this was “primitive in nature”.