wanted to do one of these for a while

Don't do drugs kids

I was working closing one day at my convience store. It was maybe 15 minutes to closing this day, meaning my register was the only register open. Occasionally you’ll get the handful of people who need to run in for a quick snack or some emergency cold medicine or whatever, and while I despise people that come into the store that late, those people normally don’t linger and want to leave as much as I want them to.

Except for these two guys that walked in this night, absolutely REEKING of weed and alcohol. I swear you could smell them as soon as they came through the door.

So while I’m helping the random scattered customers and cleaning up for closing, these guys grab a cart and walk as slowly as possible through the snack aisle, sometimes picking up an item to investigate it, sometimes just staring out into space. 10 mins to closing and they finally decide on a couple family sized bags of chips and dip. Then they move to look at the cans of soda. Again either investigating various items or simply staring into the Void™.

Just before one of my coworkers gives a five minute warning over the PA, I get another small group of customers that rush in for last minute things. The two strung-out bros finally push their cart of a couple chip bags and a couple 12pack sodas to my register. I give my usual “Do you have a rewards card with us?” all customer servicey while also trying not to vomit from the smell of weed (my body reacts HORRIBLY to weed) and the guys just… stand there. Staring at the card reader. They don’t pull their items out the cart either they’re just frozen. The small group of people are now starting to line up behind them and look as frustrated as I am with these two. I wave my hand at the guys and ask them if they needed help with something, and if they can actually put their items on my counter so I can scan them. That conversation went kinda like this:

Guy B: *slowly stacking items on counter*
Guy A:*very quietly* …Number…
Me: You have a number attached to your rewards card?
Guy A: *still quietly* …Want… number…
Me:*starting to drop my CS voice out of frustration* You want to attach your number to your rewards card?
Guy A:*i swear to god he got even quieter* …out… number… name…
Me:*handing Guy B their scanned and bagged items* Did you… want a new rewards card?
Guy B:*directed to me* HEY WHAT’S YOUR PHONE NUMBER MY FRIEND THINKS YOU’RE CUTE
Me:*now completely done with both of them* Are you paying with cash or card.

Guy A fishes his card out his pocket, pays, and they both quickly leave the store. It was five minutes after closing. Thank God the people left in line were nice and told me I shouldn’t have had to deal with that crap but that was maybe the second most frustrating transaction I’ve dealt with.

Listen, if they do another potc movie (very likely bc of that after credits scene) I want it to be centered around the Turners. Hear me out:

I want Will to set off to put down Davy once and for all, probably searching out Jack first (*eunuch joke here*), and Jack doing his whole “why should I?” coy routine which ends up with him agreeing (bc lets face it, he’s practically watched this guy grown into a man and you can’t tell me he doesn’t care about him one some level AND the fact that Davy Jones is gonna be ten times worse than Salazar ever hoped he could be and if he’s coming for Will on the mere account that he was the one who ‘stabbed’ the heart, while dying I may add, what would he do to Jack, who was the one who actually DID the stabbing??) and the original crew going “It’s Will!!1!” while Jack just roles his eyes in the background and gripes to the monkey.

Now lets talk about Henry, because lord knows that boy is obsessed with lore and legend and you can be sure he’s gonna find out where Will’s going somehow, and he’s gonna know exactly who Davy Jones is and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t go along. “I lost my father once and….” etc, etc. He’ll probably think he’s being helpful the sweet summer child. I mean, he could be, but I’m not too sure Will is gonna agree.

Then things get messy, because we ALL know that where Davy Jones is, Calypso isn’t far behind. I mean, she’s probably even the reason he’s back in the first place. ‘Love can’t be separated’ and all that. And if they’re gonna stretch out this franchise even more I expect a Calypso and Davy team up even more epic than last time tbh.

Let’s talk about Pirates, because we know they’re not the sharpest tools in the shed. Somewhere along the lines, they’re gonna run into something they can’t figure out, or get into a battle they can’t finish.

This is where I want Elizabeth to come in. Because Elizabeth is still the Pirate King. And I’m sure the minute she finds out Henry is gone as well, she’s gonna go find her family and she’ll be damned too if Will finishes this without her. She’s lived two decades without him, I don’t think she’d pass up the slightest opportunity to join him when this is something they started together. 

I want to see Henry’s face as she comes sailing to their rescue and hear him go “Mother?” in an incredulous tone with Will grinning, in the background as she jumps straight into the fray and puts them all to shame. And Jack looking extremely overwhelmed with all these Turners running around lol.

I want to see an ending that resolves every last open story line, and brings back the nostalgia of the original films. I just really want a film about the Turners

I kind of want yuri like casually facetiming phichit while he shaves his legs and gets pretty for victor but I can’t figure out how to do it without making it weird. weirder.

“I dunno, i have like, the wool stockings and the thin ones? but I don’t know what pair to wear”

“hmmm”

“*rinsing noises*”

“Are you like, wearing sexy panties or something?”

“well I was gonna but it’s kind of chilly this time of year”

“what if you like, wear one of his sweaters and the thick thigh highs and then sexy panties”

“Yeah that might work I guess I wish you could help me with my eyeliner tho”

“I believe in you”

anonymous asked:

that post with people discussing queerbaiting - i rly wish faranda would take off but couples aside, it would just be really amazing if any character could show interest in the same sex ? without having to justify anything ? just like todd has been showing interest towards women ? like it would mean The World to me to see a queer character on this kind of show, and i really don't think it would impact whatever story max wants to tell in any way

I totally agree; while we definitely need more cannon relationships, writers also gotta start showing other orientations without it being a huge thing or plot point. AKA start actually normalizing them, not tokenizing. And honestly, it’s so easy. Have someone make an offhand comment that’s not made into a joke, or casually mention a past relationship without any other characters batting an eye. Literally all it takes is one or two lines, and it doesn’t have to have any story relevance whatsoever. Just mention it! And there’s representation! Ta da!

Anyway, I’m hoping Max will at least give us something. (Please, for the love of the Great Green Arkleseizure, Max, give us something.) 

Thanks for the ask, anon! Happy Towel Day! :) 

inuy21  asked:

16. sleepy morning kisses that accidentally turn intense. Please! I'm such a sucker for this trope and I love your Trevelyan x Cullen!

Thank you so much for the prompt and the love @inuy21 - I also love this trope and had so much fun writing this for them! 

- Cullen x Annabel Trevelyan - NSFW -  lazy morning kisses, smut and fluff from Cullen’s POV - what more do you want? Short one off -

Good morning

He’s actually slept well. Or at least he can’t remember waking in the night and it’s now close to noon judging by the angle of the sun slipping through the gaps in his roof. Cullen smiles faintly, wondering if it’s because she’s in his bed.

He can feel Annabel pressed, warm and snug, against his side. Her light breath is against his shoulder, while she sleeps resting her cheek against his pillow, full rosy lips ever so slightly open. She certainly made herself at home, with one dead arm slung over his chest and legs splayed to take up as much space as humanly possible. She insisted that some part of her must touch him, so she knows he’s there, although he’s slipped out the bed many early mornings while she’s been deep asleep and he’s certain she’s never noticed.

Despite the fact that she talks in her sleep, almost as much as he does, that she moves consistently through the night, that she sometimes kicks or smacks him, that she uses him as an extra pillow, and complains when he dares move – he’d not slept better in years.

She’s always soft and reassuring when he wakes from the terrors, no matter what state he’s in or what wild things he said. He’s certain something about her strength of spirit must carry over with him into the fade, as he finds the demons call to him less and less as time passes with her by his side.

Shifting he moves to admire her fully, she stirs and furrows her brow at the disturbance, although her eyes don’t open. Lazily he smiles and leans down to kiss her open lips. For a moment she doesn’t respond, but when she does it’s with a smile against his mouth, then her tongue slipping inside as she presses into the kiss.

Cullen runs his heavy hands with tender lightness down her side, tracing the curves of her outline through the thin silk top and smalls she wears to bed. He continues until he reaches her hip, where his hand changes course and slips behind to squeeze at a luscious cheek.

She giggles into the lazy kiss at his touch, her own hand scraping down his stubble while pressing her breasts to pool against him releasing a deep rumble from his chest.

No words are exchanged, none are needed, instead his hands move, as slow and deliberate as his tongue, until they slip under her smalls. Her own hands run up the back of his neck and he feels her fingers twist around his curls, dragging herself against him. So he continues, running his fingers down to her folds, to rub at her gently. Encouragingly. Her kiss grows in passion against his lips but is still lazy and sensual. Maker he loves her.

The thought has barely passed when a spike of pleasure jolts through and makes his body sing. Her hand is wrapped around his firm morning erection, her thumb circling and rubbing against his tip in a way that makes air hiss out from his lungs. Maker he LOVES her.  

She bites his lip, bringing his attention back to her, and he tugs down her underwear, noting how she wriggles free herself then tears down his sleeping shorts.

“Annabel…” her name is a whisper on his breath as her hand curls around him once more. He wants her to know, he’s told her a thousand times and wants to tell her a million more, he loves her. Adores every single thing about her.

“Shhh…”

His eyelids crack open to find her smiling coyly and shaking her head. 

No words. 

His amber eyes grow a little darker and he watches her reaction with a naughty smirk as he slips his fingers inside her. She gasps, as she always did, her eyes closing and face pulling tight as he builds a rhythm with the curl of his fingers. Soon she’s soaking wet, pressing her lips against his neck and panting, wanton moans and deep kisses erupting from her as she wakes and comes to life, for him

Bucking her hips into his hand, he knows she’s ready and he curl deeply inside one last time, making her groan and arch her back, as he drags them from her.

Rolling over her he takes a second to note how she fits perfectly under him, her thighs lifting and spreading at his presence, as if its where he belongs. His lips press tenderly against hers, gently moulding them together, as he eases himself inside. He swallows her gasp as she adjusts to him, finger nails drag down his back and to his rear where she digs them in.

Smirking wickedly, he takes the hint and thrusts his hips forward, sheathing deeper inside her. A groan escapes him in time with her explicit cry; the feel of her, so hot and tight around him, slick and wanton. Her own hips grind into his in need as he collects his focus.

He would not disappoint. Slipping his hand down her back he grabs her rear forcefully and tugs to splay her even further until he’s completely buried inside her. Only then does he give a deliberately slow and powerful thrusts. 

Her arms wrap around him and her muscles tighten. Heat stokes his veins as pleasure builds until he’s slick with sweat, each movement inside her pulsing desire through him which he’s forced hold back again and again.

It’s not as wild or passionate as their normal affairs, but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable. Annabel is not one for remaining still and soon she’s moving with him, her back arching and nails clawing over his heated skin. He’s close, his spare hand wraps his fingers in her long hair and buries his mouth in hers, wanting to tastes her, wanting all of her, nothing less will do. 

Grunting he pounds faster and she moans, her legs clamping tight around his hips and she pushes against him, forcing his next surge deep inside. A broken cry sounds from her throat, he can feel her nails gorge into his back as she finds release. It’s more than enough for him. With another quick lunge he release, spluttering a deep, panted, moan, all his own, as a surge of pleasure soaked bliss sweeps through him with a shudder that racks his entire body.

After a few moments euphoria begins to fade, soaking his muscles in warm contentment as he lays pressed over her, his heart still pounding and his lungs still straining. She hasn’t moved and he nudges her nose with his until she finally opens her eyes with a flutter. They’re truly the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, shimmering brightly with the new sunlight. Or maybe, the most beautiful thing is in fact, the small contented smile she gives him before nudging his nose playfully back.

“Good morning,” she offers all sweetness and light, her fingers tussling the damp curls against his forehead as she gazes up at him.

He chuckles in reply, taking her lips in another leisurely kiss before murmuring his reply against them. “…Good morning, my lady.”

—–

Thanks for reading! Likes, re blogs and comments all gratefully received!

i always wanted to be one of those people that just like ran into taylor swift while she was getting coffee or spotted her across a restaurant while she was eating dinner but like those people literally don’t exist anymore so…who do i want to be what am i working towards

Just wanted to share a small headcanon…asexual service top/service dom jack. Like, he wasn’t really into sex or masturbation, maybe a bit it was the meds or maybe it was just how things were, but it never bothered him much. He did always like pleasuring others tho. So one day he and Bitty are making out and without thinking about it he holds down his wrists…and oh, Bitty seems to like it. So they start experimenting and now Jack absolutely loves holding Bitty down, maybe tying him up while he sucks him off and he fucks him either with his cock or a dildo and makes him come two, three, four times………anyway. Just thought it was worth sharing xx

anonymous asked:

Hey Jenna! Hope your day - night - specified time of day - is going fanfreakingtastic. How are you? If you have a moment, I was hoping to have your advice on something. Your vlogs are so helpful and inspiring (and humorous)! What do you think makes a good vlog? Do you have any organizational methods that you stick to for making them? There are a few writer vlogs already out there, and I want to start, but I'm worried about redundancy. Do you think there's a way to avoid this? Thank you ♡♡♡

I’m wonderful, thanks for asking :) Okay, I’m going to be REALLY honest with this advice, only because I’ve been doing this for a while and I’ve seen a lot of shit, and I wouldn’t be doing you any favors if I sugarcoated the whole deal. So here we go.

1) Be authentic. No one likes a phony. It ruins the appeal. People come to YouTube because the environment is supposed to be real and raw. They want to see who you really are. Give it to them.

2) Be confident. It’s awkward to be on YouTube. We get that. But if you are not confident in what you have to say, then you shouldn’t be talking about it in the first place. If you don’t believe in yourself, why should anyone else?

I’m not saying you shouldn’t be vulnerable or poke fun at yourself. I’m saying no one wants to watch a mouse on camera. If you don’t actually buy what you’re selling, viewers will be able to tell.

3) Be concise. If you can’t explain the topic quickly and simply, then you don’t know it well enough. People come to YouTube because they want the goods and they want it fast. If your video is over 10 minutes long, it’s probably too long. So many viewers are going to nope on outta there without even giving it a chance.

4) Be consistent. All vloggers need to miss a week at some point in time. But there are lots of vloggers who miss practically every other week, then wonder why their audience isn’t growing. If you’re not consistent, people are gonna forget about you or grow tired of your unreliability. If you have to apologize at the start of every vlog, stop. 

5) Be accountable. This is especially relevant if you decide to give writing advice specifically, which I honestly don’t recommend for most vloggers. If you pose yourself as a mentor or expert in any field, you better be prepared for your audience to hold you accountable. That means if you give writing advice, best believe readers are going to hold your writing to a higher expectation. They will judge you harsher than they would otherwise. And can you blame them? That’s their prerogative. But a surprising number of vloggers get into the writing advice gig, then are shocked when this happens. But… but I’m still learning… Except you’re out there giving advice telling the whole world you know what you’re talking about. Helleeerrrrrr?

If you’re not prepared to be held accountable, that’s completely fine. You can still get into vlogging. Just don’t give writing advice. Talk about something else. Detail your writing journey. Review books. But always be mindful of the fact that YouTube is a vulnerable medium, and you have to be okay with that.

To the entire alliance B trolling on Ozma this early in the morning, the self righteous fucks in alliance C, my shitstain co-healer who kept pulling the bosses early while toting annoying as fuck macros and the tank who didn’t do a single mechanic but still kept insisting on main tanking despite the fact that he clearly wasn’t new

anonymous asked:

So how would all of them panthom thieves react if their S/O ( a persona user too) got hurt for protceting them against a very porwerful shadow (like jumping in front attack meant for them) ?

That shadow would not live to see another second. I didn’t include Crow because he’s technically not a Phantom Thief, but if you want him added, let me know! Thank you for the ask!

Edit: I forgot to add gifs because I’m a big dummy, so here’s the revision!

Joker:

  • This would be the one time he loses his composure. He would immediately heal them but he would break out in a cold sweat while doing so. The rest of the team covers for him while he patches up their wound. He would not hesitate to issue an order to switch them out with someone else, even if they still wanted to fight.
  • Joker silently faces the shadow, and if the look in his eyes didn’t kill it then his most powerful attacks will have to do the job.
  • He becomes more reckless trying to ensure that the shadow suffers a hundred times the amount of pain that s/o did. He forgets to heal himself so that’s left up to the rest of the team.
  • The battle’s over shortly, and he hastily rushes over to their side.
  • “Are you all right?”
  • They reassure him that they’re fine, and he nods in response. The team is exhausted, so everyone decides to pack up and head home. Joker doesn’t take his eyes off his s/o for the entirety of the trip back to reality, and then he escorts them to Leblanc for some coffee.
  • “Thank you, by the way.” He sets the freshly brewed coffee in front of them. “And I’m sorry. As the leader I’m supposed to protect my teammates, and I failed.”
  • “Even you can’t do everything by yourself,” they said. “Let us protect you once in a while.”
  • Akira smiled sweetly and nodded. He never once left their side until he reluctanly had to send them home.



Skull:

  • He was taken by surprise when they shoved him out of the way. He was even more speechless as he watched them hit the ground with so much force. He abruptly rushes over, and his panic causes him to trip over himself as he desperately tries to approach them. 
  • “You okay?! Say somethin’, dammit!”
  • He fumbles around his pockets for healing items and practically jams a Muscle Drink down their throat. Once he’s sure they’re okay he returns to battle, more violent than ever.
  • “You son of a bitch!”
  • The blows from a shotgun, accompanied by Skull’s profane shouting, reverberated throughout the room. After the battle, he’s at their side in an instant and helping them stand.
  • “Don’t do somethin’ so reckless ever again. ‘Kay?”
  • His arm is pasted around them for the rest of the journey home.



Panther:

  • She was fuming when they suddenly pushed her to the ground.
  • “Hey! What gives?!”
  • She noticed the gash on their chest and felt all the color drain from her face.
  • “Oh my god…”
  • Ignoring everything else, she crouches down to her s/o and utilizes Carmen’s healing ability. She strokes their cheek and silently trudges back to battle.
  • “…Carmen.” 
  • The shadow is engulfed in powerful flames, and it doesn’t take long until it disintegrates from the scalding licks of fire. Panther then dashes to her now standing s/o, their mouth agape as they stared at her in awe.
  • “What?” Panther asks, a faint blush creeping on her cheeks.
  • “That was really hot,” they replied.
  • Panther retaliated with a light smack on their shoulder and then proceeded to pout.
  • “It’s not funny! You really had me worried!”
  • Regardless of her ‘anger’, Panther still laced her fingers with her s/o’s, and the two regrouped with their fellow thieves.



Fox:

  • Fox would be severely injured at this rate. His agility was second to none but the blows he did receive were potent. Just as the shadow was ready to strike again, Fox felt a pair of hands shove him away, and by the time he turned around to observe what happened his s/o was already unconscious on the ground.
  • “No!”
  • The shadow was relentless as it struck at Fox yet again. In the blink of eye, the shadow fell to the ground. Slowly, Fox turned to the helpless shadow that was now pleading for its life. A sadistic grin tugged at the corners of Fox’s lips.
  • “And the curtain falls.”
  • With the sheathe of his katana, the shadow dissipated and the battle was over. Fox heard coughing behind him and redirected his attention back toward his s/o. He threw himself to the ground next to them and held them in his arms.
  • “Are you all right?”
  • They nodded weakly.
  • “That was very foolish of you. How could you be so careless?” They dropped their head apologetically. Fox sighed.
  • “I apologize as well. Had it not been for my own impetuousness you would not have needed to shield me.”
  • His s/o took Fox’s free hand and kissed it. “Don’t be sorry, I wanted to protect you.” They glanced over at the nearby sketchbook.
  • Fox followed their gaze and eyed his drawing. 
  • “Perhaps we should take our art study ‘date’ to a more secure location.”



Queen:

  • Even though Queen was tough as nails, she wasn’t invulnerable. She had become fatigued from using so much energy and her movements became slower. If she suffered a critical hit, she wasn’t sure if she could muster enough energy to heal herself. 
  • As the shadow swung at her, she saw her s/o leap right in front of her. The impact was enough to knock the couple down. 
  • Queen pried herself out from under her s/o to get a better look at their injuries. They weren’t fatal, but they weren’t exact minor either. Queen manifested first aid from her pocket and gently assisted her s/o while the sounds of battle echoed behind her. She stood up as soon as she finished.
  • “Wait here. I need to take care of something first.”
  •  S/o grabbed Queen’s wrist and rose. “I’m coming too.”
  • “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re staying here.”
  • “Please,” s/o pleaded.
  • Queen hesitated for a moment before averting her gaze from them and abruptly summoning Johanna.
  • “Hop on.”
  • S/o smiled and did as they were told. Even though they were still wounded, they could still operate their gun. They squeezed Queen’s waist.
  • “Ready when you are… my Queen.”
  • She felt her face heat up upon hearing the nickname. 
  • “Charge, Johanna!”
  • Their teammates jumped out of the way as the duo approached the shadow, the sound of gunshots ringing in their ears. Their combo attack had defeated the weakened shadow. A moment of silence followed.
  • “Damn…” Skull’s voice pierced through the quiet. “Those two are scary.”



Oracle:

  • It was just their luck to encounter a flying shadow. The beast kept swatting at Necronomicon instead of paying attention to the thieves that were on the ground shooting bullets at it. The shadow finally managed to land a hit, and both the Persona and its inhabitant crashed to the ground.
  • Necronomicon faded away, leaving an exposed and vulnerable Oracle. The shadow procured its claws and was getting ready to swing. Oracle feebly attempted to shield herself, but the impact never came.
  • “Huh? Is it game over?” 
  • She dropped her arms to discover her s/o clutching their stomach, blood painted all over their thief outfit.
  • “N-no… hang on, I can fix this! Mona, take over for me!” 
  • Oracle once again summoned her Persona and briskly tapped away on the keyboard-like holograph. S/o had collapsed at this point, and they were gradually losing consciousness.
  • “Okay! That should do the trick. I’ll talk to you later.”
  • A wave of tranquility overcame s/o, and their broken skin had started to converge. Their attire had also repaired itself.
  • After the Phantom Thieves crushed their opponent, Oracle sped over to her newly revitalized s/o.
  • “I’m really sorry! You almost died because of me,” she said, her voice laden with guilt.
  • “You saved my life, Oracle. Thank you.”
  • They patted the hacker on the top of her head.
  • “E-eep! N-now I feel like I’m gonna die!” Oracle exclaimed with a face as red as her hair.



Noir:

  • Noir had become quite accustomed to battle. However, she had her weaknesses too. The enemy hit her with a nuclear attack, and she instantly hit the ground with a cry of pain. Just as the shadow launched another nuclear attack at her, s/o swiftly hurled themself at the incoming fatality. They were brought to their knees. 
  • The shadow reared back once more to deliver the final hit. Dazed, Noir gathered the last portion of her strength.
  • “Milady!”
  • The Persona manifested, and the guns beneath her skirt fired instantaneously and brutally. When the shadow gave way and collided with the floor, it started to offer money and goods in exchange for its life.
  • Noir advanced toward it, dragging her ax behind her. 
  • “I will take… your life.”
  • She swung her ax down and split the shadow in two, causing it to fracture and turn to dust. Noir composed herself again, adjusted her hat, and made her way to her savior.
  • “Are you all right, my dear? You must be more careful.”
  • She wore a slight pout on her lips. S/o couldn’t help but grin. They procured a used Bead from their pocket and flaunted it as if it were a trophy.
  • “I had it covered,” they stated, provoking a sigh from Noir.
  • “You are quite the handful… but I’m glad that you’re safe. Thank you for saving me.”
  • Noir smiled bashfully, and s/o brought their forehead to hers, ignoring the gagging sounds that the rest of the group were producing. How could someone so cute simultaneously be so dangerous?


anonymous asked:

so a fan asked candice out on a date at comicapalooza and she told him she was not single! he said this on his ig page. maybe it's one of the guys who were in that snapchat she did a while back where she was at somebody's house and people were swimming.

If she is dating someone, I hope the fandom never finds out. I enjoy that she’s private with that stuff. Grant has taught me that I really do NOT want to know. 

Court Update

So, we’re going to start doing community visits, which I’ve never done before

They don’t seem entirely sure how we’re going to do them either

Attending appointments was thrown out there as one example

But so was attending weekend activities

But really, I don’t want to be in a supervisor position with her parents

I want to avoid that awkwardness

And, I don’t want my weekend swallowed up by the stress of that while my job is also so incredibly horrible these days

I want a tiny bit of time where Cara and I can breathe

I feel like the worst foster parent ever

I want her to go home, I do

I just…there is never, ever a break, it’s always something that I’m having to do related to foster care on top of the daily single parenting / work grind

I would actually be happier if she was reunifying right now, as opposed to the mess that I suspect this is going to turn into

I’m terrified about losing my job, I can’t miss more time from work

I’m tired of all the phone calls and all the transport and adding this responsibly just feels so heavy

I’ve never even met her family

Also, pulling her out of daycare one day a week…I’m worried about that too. Mainly because she thrives on consistency and routine, it’s alleviated some of the behavior issues, and they want to pull her out in the middle of the week and…

I don’t want to go back to sleepless nights and endless tantrums

I’m probably holding on too hard

And clearly I’m freaking out

And maybe I’m just not cut out for this

anonymous asked:

Do you think steven and lars will be able get home in the Wanted special or will they stay on homeworld for a bit? From what I seen from the leaks, Steven can through lars the same way he can lion and he's the only one that can do that I guess. So, he could stay on homeworld to find an escape pod for lars and maybe other gems while traveling back and forth for food. Maybe they'll even start a rebellion there. This is all just speculation I had and wanted to know what others thought of it.

It’s so up in the air, y’know? Now that Lars is all pink and sparkly, he could very well call upon portals. Maybe he can even walk across water. Lars could very possibly warp them planet to planet  via Steven’s bubble (which contains its own stock of air, seeing how he still had some after tossing Eyeball out) until they get back to Earth. (Which, in my opinion, would be the most hilarious scene in this show. “STEVEN WHAT IS GOING ON” “JUST KEEP BURPING LARS IT’LL ALL RIGHT ITSELF EVENTUALLY.”)

But, on the other hand, it’d be an interested turn of events for season five to take place between Homeworld and Earth. Connie would probably demand to go to Homeworld to stay with Steven. The Gems too, but they could be spotted much easier, and still have a job on Earth to fulfill.)

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I just tried out rendering feedback fractals at 4 x 1080p, which I just learned is 8k resolution. On an older GPU (GeForce 750 Ti) I didn’t see any lag but it was crawling on a laptop with integrated graphics. On the GPU it was about a second to generate this.

This is really exciting because when I was doing line fractal generation with recursive line drawing, something like this could take half a minute at 1080p on the same hardware.

While feedback is faster I haven’t established a definition of when to stop and call it rendered. I would probably want to make a delineation between an interactive, responsive mode and one where the fractal seed and draw operations are locked and the feedback stops at a particular frame count. Right now there’s just a pause button to take a look at the current state. In other ways this method has been similar to recursive line drawing - the final look is determined by opacity of drawing operations and suffers from some 8 bit channel artifacts. When I get around to it, being able to operate on a 32 bit grey map would be a huge improvement.

Anyways, here are some pictures - some 1:1 crops and one downsized look at the overall product.

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Gemma bit back the next words she wanted to say. Not because she was feeling supportive of this endeavor, but because she recognized that one, it’d been a while since Augustus had confided in her and she didn’t want to risk making him regret doing so now; and two, she could hear all too clearly how much this meant to him. Holding her tongue was difficult though because there seemed to lie a deeper implication to Gus’ words.

Then again, what did she know of friendship really? Perhaps there was no deeper implication. Perhaps these were normal feelings to have toward a friend, and her own ignorance and inexperience were biasing her opinions. Gemma chewed on her bottom lip, mulling over her response before she helplessly confessed, “I hate him, Gus. I hate him for what he did to you.”

Augustus placed his coffee mug back on the table, slowly tracing the rim with the tip of his finger. “He apologized,” he stated somewhat hopefully.

“Is that enough?”

“I don’t know. Sometimes it feels like it is; sometimes not. Sometimes I want to punch him in the face,” he admitted with another small laugh. “But also,” and here he grew more somber, “I think I’ve really missed him.”

“I’m keenly aware,” Gemma grumbled, “which only makes me hate him more, you know.”

Augustus glanced up at her and after a brief, but silent exchange of words, they both laughed a little. “I don’t blame you. I guess I should too, but…I can’t—especially after learning what happened. It’s not his fault and he did the best he could. He was 15, remember? …scared. I don’t know. I don’t like it, but…I think I get it.”

The two ate in silence for a time until Gemma sighed and rubbed her temples. “Look, I’m not so sure that I do get it, but I can tell this means a lot to you, so—”

“I wouldn’t say it means a lot,” Augustus interjected with slightly reddened cheeks, “I just—”

“It does, Gus, and I think it’s important for you to reflect on exactly why that is.” 

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I’m not sure I like my makeup, but I’m pretty proud that I got out to shadow, this afternoon!
I’d like to be able to do darker, more-gothy makeup, but I really don’t want to push my luck and get in trouble so anyone with tips on gothy looks in the medical field, hmu It’s fascinating how people react to other disabled people working in the health field. One woman accompanying a patient kept insisting that I sit while she stand, despite me repeating that I’m there to study and I would prefer to stand where I can see over the practitioner’s shoulder. This seems to be a recurring theme, too, like another woman who tried to drag me off for tea. Amazing how, even when you have authority over other’s care, people insist on telling you about your ow care???? It rubs me wrong and I can’t explain it.

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32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”- Skimmons

“Oh that can’t possibly be true,” Jemma says, pausing the second the words are out of Daisy’s mouth.

Because while yes to be fair out of the two of them she was usually the one making dumb decisions but Jemma is not proud enough that she can’t admit she’s had her moments. 

But they were brief, flights of fancy, not much unlike this one. 

“And honestly, Daisy, like you wanted to sit through that briefing?” 

Daisy smiles at her, its infectious. 

“Yeah, but now we’re going to have to pretend to have colds for the rest of the week,” she groans, “Which means not being able to do anything.”

“Anything other than get lots of bed rest,” Jemma replies, falling back onto her bed pointedly, but not before giving Daisy a look that said she meant so much more than rest

“You know, on second thought.”

Tcimagine #1

Imagine your tc, looking at you sadly in the middle of the class, this tension in the look he gives you, holding the finger that has a ring on it, while everyone is doing work only you don’t because you’re the smart one in the class, you sit in the front, right in front of his desk, looking sad as hell too, because you want him so bad, but he’s married and you teacher. How could things get even worse? You don’t want to fuck things up, but you want him so bad, just a hug. He’s still staring at you longingly but you don’t understand exactly what does this look mean. Then the class is over. You slowly put your things in your bag, so everyone else leaves. It’s your last class so you’re over for today. You are now alone in the classroom with him.

“Professor?” You ask and he looks at you, fear in his look. “I’m so sorry. I need to tell you something. Can I come with you to your office?” He looks scared, oh so scared, he waits for a while then silently just nods. You two leave the classroom and you follow him to his office.

“Is something wrong?” He asks you when he sits down on his chair, motioning to you to sit down too.

“I-I don’t know how to say this um. I can’t help it, I didn’t want it to happen, but it did. I don’t want to fuck everything up, professor. I’m so sorry.“ You break into tear and he quickly gets up and you as well and he hugs you.

“Hey, hey there. I don’t understand what happened dear?” He asks and then you tell him.

“I fell in love.” He looked at you. “With you, professor.” You look at him with sad eyes and he quickly steps away. You fucked up, you feel so worthless, so stupid, but you want him so much, just one kiss, just one more hug. You rush to him and hug him, put your hands around his neck and kiss him. You know that’s wrong, and that he may not like you that way, you know that things could get awkward between you two, but you’re surprised when you realise that he grabbed your hips, holding you steady. He kisses you back and you’ve never felt happier.

“Fuck!” He shouts and quickly pulls away. “We can’t do this. I can’t do this, what am I doing?” He starts griping his hair and you hate it seeing him like that.

“I’m so sorry, professor.” You realize you still have tears in your eyes and after a while he looks at you. “I need you, I don’t know why it happened but I can’t stop thinking about you professor.” You say. “Just one more kiss, I promise I’ll never tell anyone, just one more.” He tries to not look at you but you get to him again, stepping on your toes so you’re almost on his level. “Please.” You whisper and then he loses control. He grabs your chin and kisses you hard. His hands slowly discover your body while your hands grab at his neck pulling him down.

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He mumbles while kissing you tenderly. You pull him closer, not wanting to let him go, now there is no turning back. After a while you just hug him. He holds you and then sits on the sofa he has in his office and you two just hold each other close, your bodies fit perfect together, like a puzzle.

“I wanted this so bad to happen, but then again you’re my student and I’m married. What do I do?” He whispered in your ear and you could hear guilt and sadness in his voice.

“Everything is going to be alright. No one will ever know. I’ll be careful, I promise.” You said and he kissed you on your forehead.

From Misha:

Tom’s career 

For those undermining Tom’s career choice, can i kindly ask you how all of you are doing in your own respective careers? Hollywood is extremely competitive. Do you know that unless you are a senior artist, you have to do audition every single time? If you are somewhat famous you get shortlisted before the audition. Many actors have said from time to time that Hollywood are allergic to Non-Americans, especially British. It is one of the major reasons Jo Rowling want HP to be all British movie! The British actor Luke Mably said in an interview how he was mocked when he went to audition in Hollywood. Why do you think some actors these days do anything to stay relevant? (like nudity, relationship drama etc). This is how they thrive. I read an article a while ago about how Rupert doesn’t walk around ‘blowing his trumpet’. It is the reason he doesn’t get much chances though he is talented. This is an industry where contacts (even if no talent), nepotism, racism, misogyny at its finest. There is only so much Tom can do. We don’t know everything about him just because we get some fan pics with him. He MIGHT have gone through many failures even to reach here. If Tom doesn’t take whatever the opportunities comes to him, he will be out and forgotten soon! All he can do is slowly build his career and make contacts to get a breakthrough. 


To Misha: Thank you for your comment. I wonder would it be different if Tom returned to London and tried to find projects there. What do you think? I mean I totally understand how much he loves California and that Hollywood is the heart of film industry, but still keep thinking about his chances at home. 

Anyway i have no problem with the roles he gets, as long as he gets any. It just seems a bit ridiculous that he ends up dead most of the time though. Maybe one day we all be here discussing that Tom is a part of something huge and interesting. I’ll drink to that. Happy Friday to you all. 

I just want to say thank you

To everyone here for supporting me as much as you do. In this time of crisis financially for me, I’ve been counting what I DO have to keep my outlook positive, and honestly such supportive, caring followers are something I never take for granted. You guys support my art, my self ship, my hardships, and while that may not seem like much, this blog is one of the few lights I have in my life. Talking to you all and drawing for you keeps me going. Thank you so much for being here. I love you

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