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This is what colonialism looks like

“If you ever wondered what colonialism looks like, this is it. It’s a country that ignores a catastrophic disaster in its colony while people draw “SOS” signs on the street that they need water and food, yet responded with surprising agility to make sure they passed a law protecting Wall Street investors and their profits in the island.

It’s a President that tweets how “sad” it is that millions are starving, with no electricity or water and reminds them that it’s because they owe bankers billions of dollars, which they will need to repay (before aid is shipped?).

It’s an imperial power whose denial of climate change and undeterred capitalism contributed to the destruction of whole island nations and yet when calls of aid are demanded to respond for their crimes, silence.

Colonialism is not being able to control your borders, air space or ports so you can’t receive aid shipments from nearby countries wanting to help and show solidarity because your colonial power is MIA, except for their military planes which hover nearby to keep away other countries’ aid.

This is what colonialism looks like. This is what capitalism looks like. This is what climate change and our future looks like.”

Modern heartbreak is “read at 9:13 p.m.” when it’s 9:40. it’s unliked photos, it’s blocking and unblocking and blocking and unblocking. modern heartbreak is sick with being watched, it’s breakups playing out on twitter feeds, it’s unfollowed unfollowed unfollowed. it’s screenshotted photos that shouldn’t have been saved, it’s screenshotted texts meant for one person only. it’s seeing your ex lover with their new one, watching their lives playing out like yours didn’t, it’s phones thrown into bedroom walls when their profile changes from single to in a relationship. it’s snapchat stories to make that one person jealous because it feels like without them you’re nothing, it’s that one story expiring before they see it because they don’t give a fuck about you now and you know it, it’s deleting their contact info but wanting it tattooed on the back of your hand in case you ever want to call, it’s messy it’s messy it’s messy it’s so fucking messy because everyone fucking sees it and it never goes away.

A geography and history refresher, in the wake of Irma and Maria

I am really appalled by comments that I’ve seen about us coming to the aid of Puerto Rico, which has been brutally ravaged back-to-back by hurricanes Irma and Maria - comments about how they don’t deserve our “foreign” aid, they send too many “illegals” and “refugees” here…

So, I thought it would be worthwhile to share the following:

⭕ Puerto Rico is a U.S. territory! Therefore, they are not a “foreign” land.
⭕ Puerto Rico is not a U.S. territory by our virtue and goodwill - we took control of Puerto Rico in a war with Spain.
⭕ All Puerto Ricans are U.S. citizens. Not a single person born on Puerto Rican soil, is “illegal.”
⭕ Puerto Ricans were made U.S. citizens by the U.S. Congress - despite Puerto Rican protests - in the 1910s, which meant that Puerto Rican men were subsequently drafted into World War I.
⭕ Puerto Rico has **ZERO** voting representation in Congress - therefore, they cannot vote on things like the budget (which includes hurricane relief), whether or not to go to war, etc.
⭕ Puerto Ricans are not Mexican.
⭕ Puerto Rico is an island - and therefore, they don’t share ANY border with the contiguous United States. This makes “Build That Wall” chants sound even more stupid and vile.

Let’s not spite our fellow countrymen and women, just because their native tongue isn’t English. 🇵🇷

ARE WE STILL IGNORING THE FACT THAT PETER’S ROOM CHANGED HELLA QUICK FROM CIVIL WAR TO HOMECOMING??? like.. let us recall the fact that sm:h picks up immediately after civil war right?? so?? did aunt may go all home improvement on his room or..?? 

he went from the lil twin bed and blue walls 



new door who dis 

ok but anyways am i the only one that picked up on this or…?

since it has been requested a few times now. This will be available as print. I just don’t know how large the endresult will be since the original file is not that huge.

you could put it up this way, or upside down (thanks to iwa-chan’s first name Kanji :’D ). The Kanji are their names “Hajime” and “Tooru” but as bonus if you take them together like this it will also read “obstinate” or “stubborn” :’D. Because they are.

This fucking guy. I had forgotten about this fucking guy.

First of all, “Estormo?” “Estormo the Lightning Mage?” Surely that’s an ancient Ehlnofex name of grand esteem! Fucking “Estormo.” If he had been a fire mage, he’d be, what? “Eferno?”

…Actually, “Eferno” is kind of cool. “Estormo” is NOT.

And let me try to figure this out. Ancano finds out I’m going to Old Bromjunaar to get the Staff of Magnus from Morokei, who they KNOW has awoken like the other dragon priests, raising a horde of ethereal draugr slaves and setting up magical traps all through Labyrinthian. They also know by now that I’m the Dragonborn, because of that time I ABSORBED A DRAGON’S SOUL IN THE COURTYARD OF THE COLLEGE.

I’m the Chosen One, out to claim one of the most powerful artifacts in all Tamriel from a demi-litch, and Ancano is apparently like, “Well, okay, he might survive that. But if he does, HE SHALL BE NO MATCH FOR ESTORMO!”

Look, Ancano. It’s real cute you have faith in your boyfriend like that. But he’s a dude in a black robe who shoots lightning from his hands. I thu'umed him up against a wall and face-changed him with three hits from a frost mace.

Granted, I guess Ancano’s relative sense of Thalmor “might” is fundamentally screwed up, because when I actually show up with the Staff and start shooting the Eye with it, he seems genuinely amazed that his stupid plan of “shoot ball with lightning, see what happens” is now failing.

I guess when you’re raised constantly hearing how “superior” your race is, it never occurs to you that MAYBE your stupid level 4 destruction spells are exactly as shitty as anyone else’s stupid level 4 destruction spells.

Either way, I would think Ancano would have realized that if a guy is a lightning mage who named himself Estormo, he’s got to be a fucking idiot who is DESTINED to fail hilariously.

Fucking Estormo.

songsandeyeglasses  asked:

How do you redecorate without breaking your fragile bank account??

I love this question! Everything on this list is under $30, and most of it can be purchased from the safety of your dorm room couch.

Decorating on a Budget

1. Plants: Plants are my personal favorite decor (apart from Xmas lights). They’re inexpensive and look great in any location. If watering a plant every day doesn’t work for your schedule, get a cactus! I water my cacti twice a week.

2. Xmas Lights: I try to distance myself from people who say that Xmas lights are just “seasonal”. I have three different strands of lights up all year long, one in each room and one on my outdoor balcony. These lights are perfect for parties, romantic evenings, etc. 

3. Candles/Incense: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, candles and incense really help an apartment feel more homey. They also help stave off the smell of your cat’s litter box, which is always a plus.

4. Posters: Posters aren’t as expensive as you think they are, but poster frames are ridiculously expensive. And you can’t buy the cheap ones, they fall apart instantly- you have to buy the $40 ones. My advice to you, buy posters and hang them up carefully with pushpins or tape.

5. Clocks: Buy a cool clock off Society6 or RedBubble for $25. It’s my belief that the right clock can help brighten up an otherwise dull-looking room. I bought my boyfriend this Bob’s Burgers clock for his birthday last year.

6. Shower: You don’t need to use the low-grade weak shower head that came with your bathroom. You can buy color changing shower heads and spa quality shower heads on Amazon for $25. Go forth! Always keep your old shower head somewhere safe, and put it back on when you’re ready to move out. There are lots of great and truly unique shower curtains out there on the internet, but they’re expensive. You’re better off buying one from Target or Walmart.

7. Night lights: I am the sort of person who always needs to pee at 3am. I have always used night lights in my bathroom and kitchen because they’re so much better than blundering around in the dark. Similar to the Xmas lights, they help create that “mood”. I have these cute little lava lamp night lights.

8. Glow in the dark stars: Just trust me on this.

9. Chalkboard paint: Dorm room or apartment landlord permitting, chalkboard paint can help turn your room into a perpetual canvas. A friend of mine from college did this to his incredibly small room, and it looked so good.

10. Beaded curtain: Beaded curtains help make small spaces appear larger. We have a beaded curtain hanging in our hallway currently, and it’s great. You don’t need a super expensive one that was handmade by the indigenous people of wherever. Just a simple one to put in a doorway or hang on the wall to change your space.

The Romance Scene I Wanted with Fenris:

Soft kiss, give him a backrub so he can relax, tell him he’s great, cuddle with armour on, he’s not ready and Hawke doesn’t push, a slow romance that’s about trust, Fenris opens up in all cutscenes after this and his constant tension eases.

The Romance Scene I Got:

SLAM Fenris against the wall, biting kisses, Hawke tops, Fenris has flashbacks midway through and HAwke doesn’t even notice, Hawke passes out and Fenris stays up having panic attacks about repressed memories and Hawke is personally offended?? Fenris breaks up with Hawke because wtf wtf WTF HAWKE


About a year or so ago one of my friends in a computer class I took in my senior year of high school asked me if I could make an edit/edits where Wirt’s cloak is made of stars/galaxies.

I finally got around to making them just now, and here they are!

Dungeon Design: Guiding Player Movement Part I

This is a guide to influencing your players to go where you want them to go. It’s like railroading, but more calculated and nearly invisible during a game. Here in Part 1 I am talking about purely visual properties and composition of a dungeon map. Throughout this post I am using a map from a previous dungeon my players went through. For context, it’s an ice cavern made into a lair for a clan of frost giants. Hidden somewhere within is a secret entrance to the lost tomb of a hero, which is their goal to find for this floor. Check out Part II here.

Leading the Players

Leading lines are lines that lead the players from one point of the map to another, much like in the composition of a photo or painting. Use them to less-than-subtly direct players in the direction you wish. Strong leading lines start from a large shape and end at a small shape, subconsciously simulating depth. Imagine someone pointing at a faraway object. You start at the person’s body, then arm, then finger, and finally at the direction they are pointing.

In the above image I’ve drawn out the leading lines. They are formed by the lines denoting elevated areas in the northwest room, the barrels in the northern room, the stone pillars in the eastern room, and miscellaneous objects in the southern room.

The stars on the map indicate the end goals that lead to the next level (there were two possible places in case they found one area before the other). The leading lines try to funnel players towards these goals.

Ways to create leading lines:

Actual lines: walls, barriers, elevation changes (marked by a line), floor tiling, rugs, long tables, etc.

Repeating Pattern: repeated objects that form a sequence can create a leading line.

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An insecure person will unconsciously seek out relationships with men who are insecure and who will make them feel more insecure. They will want the unavailable guys, the guys who can’t commit, the guys who have walls up. These are the ones they will feel infatuated by, not the ones who show real, genuine interest. Oftentimes this happens because on an unconscious level, the insecure girl feels that if she can break through his walls, or get him to change his ways,   then   she’ll really be worthy and valuable. This never, ever works. Instead, she just ends up compromising her integrity even further by chasing the relationship.
—  Sabrina Alexis, Everything You Need To Know If You Want Love That Lasts

Hyper Projection Engeki Haikyuu - Winners and Losers

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Imagine: Being in a Love/Hate Relationship with Roman

Roman x Reader

Warning!: period sex, smut, fingering

“So yeah, I plan on having a friend spend the weekend. Is that okay with you?” You quietly asked to your roommate through the phone, glancing around the quiet library you were in. Even though you’d never want to admit it, a large smile took over your features when your roommate said it was cool.

After thanking your roommate, you hung up with her, putting your phone into your pocket as you wondered why Roman was so desperate to come all the way to your university to see you. Before you could think of it further, a shooting pain in your stomach made you slightly hunch over, groaning. After taking a brief minute to compose yourself, you reached into your bag and pulled out some pain medicine, and a bottle of water.

“Stupid uterus, I don’t want a fucking baby, so stop trying!” You cursed to your stomach as the cramps subsided. Standing up from the comfortable chair in your campus’ library, you gathered your notebooks and shoved them into your bag. After checking to make sure you didn’t leave anything behind, you began making your journey across campus, heading towards your dorm.


“(Y/n)!” Roman called out in your dorm hallway, making you fool your eyes as you got up from bed. Opening your door, you stuck your head out, silently watching as Roman turned in circles frustrated, glaring at every door, trying to remember which one you said was yours. Letting out a loud laugh, you alerted Roman if your presence. He turned to face you with a smirk, casually strolling to where you held the door open. Upon entering, Roman glanced around your room, nodding his head in approval. Your dorm wasn’t super small, but not super big either. Although you did have to admit it was way bigger than some dorms you’d seen your friends have in other colleges.

“Not bad (Y/n),” Roman muttered, flinging himself onto your extra long twin size bed. You stood next to him, giving him a blank stare.

“What?” He asked with a raised eyebrow, spreading out further on your bed as if it wasn’t clear you were just laying down.

“You’re an ass Godfrey,” you growled, trying to push him over, but failing miserably. He scooted towards the wall slightly, gesturing to the inch of space he made, a smirk present on his face.

“There. That’s enough space for you to do something with,”

“I fucking hate you,” you grumbled, as you rolled your eyes, climbing over him, squeezing between him and the wall. Forcing Roman to change positions, you lean your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. Roman shifted, turning on his side to make more space, letting you rest your head on his arm as he wrapped his other one around your waist.


You groaned slightly, moving your hips from their place flat against the bed. Your eyebrows scrunched in confusion as you felt cool air on your thighs, your back to the bed. You could have sworn that you worn pants when you took a nap… and why was there suddenly enough space to lay on your back? Wasn’t Roman supposed to be laying next to you? A hand grabbing your hips made you snap open your eyes, your eyes landing on Roman, who was in between your legs, looking up to you.

“Roman, what the fuck are you doing?” You grumbled, trying to glare at him, but feeling his breath on your inner thighs almost made your eyes roll back.

“Stop being bitchy,” Roman muttered, before kissing on your inner thigh. Your eyes rolled back, as your breathing hitched, reaching down to grab Roman’s hair as he inched closer to your core.

“Is this the reason you were so desperate to come here? To catch me on my period?” Roman sent you a quick smirk, before diving his face into your wet core, his tongue grazing your clit gently, causing your hips to jerk. A breathy sigh escaped your lips, your voice feeling lost. You gripped his hair, tugging harshly as he entered a finger, curling it upwards. A groan escaped his lips as he moved back, letting his fingers work for a few seconds, while he let our deep pants, shifting into a more comfortable position. He smirked when you gasped, another finger sliding into you with ease. He mouth was back on you before you knew it, his tongue swirling in elaborate circles.

“Are you about to cum?” Roman asked seductively , feeling you tighten around his fingers. You breathlessly nodded, squeezing your eyes shut as the tingling sensation started to build. A series of loud pants left your mouth as you felt your orgasm wash over your body, causing you to mouth a few select curse words. Roman continued with his finger and mouth work for a few more moments before pulling away. Wiping the blood off his lips with a smirk, you rolled your eyes in disgust. Sitting up, you noticed that Roman had somehow maneuvered your pants under your hips, preventing any blood from getting on your sheets. Sliding carefully off the bed, you went over to your dresser, pulling out a clean pair of undies, and pajamas bottoms, deciding to keep on the shirt you had, since you only just put it on before Roman came. Heading over to your personal bathroom, Roman called out to you.

“Where you going?”

“To take a shower,” you called over your shoulder, walking in the bathroom and closing the door most of the way. Turning your back to the door, you reached out, turning on the shower, before shedding your shirt. Looking over your shoulder to ensure that your towel was still on the rack, you let out a surprised squeak at the sight of a naked Roman standing directly behind you. The look of lust in his eyes made your knees weak, and your mind go blank. Without hesitating, Roman shoved you against the wall next to the shower, grabbing your thighs and lifting you up. His lips attacked yours as he rammed his long cock into you. Sliding you up and down his length, he let out a hearty groan, your name leaving his mouth in forms of gasps, and moans. You bit your lip, your voice not becoming present at the moment.

“Fuck (Y/n)….” Roman groaned, as his thrust became erratic. He pushed you further against the wall, allowing for one of his hands to come to his mouth. He stared you deep in the eyes as his bit into his thumb deep enough to draw a good amount of blood.

For reasons unknown to you, as he went to wipe the blood on your arm, in some form of marking you, you grabbed it. Staring into his eyes, you brought his thumb up to your lips, sticking your tongue out to catch the long drop of blood. As soon as your lips enclosed around his thumb, you felt a rush of heat as he released inside you. The feeling of his hot cum, mixed with his throbbing member, drew you to your second orgasm within the last 20 minutes. After a few minutes of catching your breath, he gently let your feet hit the floor, his head resting against your shoulder.

“That was the hottest thing you could have done…” Roman muttered against the nape of your neck. But you could barely focus on his words, because one thought had your mind completely held captive.

“Why did I do that?” You asked yourself, but no clear answer came to mind. The only thing that was clear, was the taste of Roman’s blood still present on your tongue.