we beat them all....all over the world


I can’t believe everything is so good right now in Richonne world. Like… it’s been a little over a year since our beautiful ship sailed and it’s all been so wonderful. Even with the whole “Saviors beating our heroes into the ground” roadblock. Like… I am just so happy with where are ship is and where it’s going. While other aspects of this show have let me down, Rick and Michonne always deliver. 

  1. Rick and Michonne got an episode that focused in large part on them called “Say Yes”. In this episode, we got to see them laugh together, make love, kiss, hug, and, in a way, become engaged (if not married). The Walking Dead has never showcased a couple like this before – and it was a welcome gift. 
  2. Not only “Say Yes”, but the mid-season premiere’s highlight moment was Rick and Michonne mowing down a herd of walkers with a steel cable then cuddling in a car afterward – on Valentine’s day no less. Then the next week’s episode, “New Best Friends”, had Rick giving Michonne a cat statue because he wanted to replace her old one, emphasizing Rick has been mindful of Michonne and what she likes for a long time. It goes to show the series is making a point to display how strong Rick and Michonne’s love is, and how it has not done anything to weaken their resolve. If anything, it has strengthened it. 
  3. Richonne has been blessed to have both the actors portraying the relationship, Andrew Lincoln and Danai Gurira, be incredibly outspoken about the ship in positive ways. Neither one has had a rotten thing to say about the relationship, and both have actually gone out of their way to promote Richonne. Andy especially was notorious even before Richonne became canon, being very vocal about wanting Rick and Michonne as a couple – even while AMC was trying to sell Jessie as a potential love interest. 
  4. Not only have Andy and Danai been supportive of Richonne, but so have other cast members (Chandler, Norman, Sonequa, Josh, Melissa, and Jeffrey come to mind). It’s so nice to see the team giving the thumbs up. 
  5. AMC’s social media, while still having its stumbles (like its instagram posting a Lori/Rick fan art with the caption “The original power couple” the same week “Say Yes” aired), has been far more Richonne positive than ever. It used to be like pulling teeth to get them to acknowledge Richonne, but now they actively use the word “Richonne” and promote the couple in their tweets. Skybound’s Twitter has also been much more pro-Richonne recently than usual. It makes it all the more real, and all the more indicative they believe in this relationship. 
  6. Professional critics have been overwhelmingly positive about Rick and Michonne’s relationship. While they’ve been negative about other aspects of this show this season, for the most part, they regard Rick and Michonne’s love for one another as a light in the darkness. 
  7. Nevermind the content we’ve received with Rick and Michonne in the canon, which is unarguably the best of all. Just all their scenes. It’s all so golden. So good. What did we do to deserve such wonder and majesty?

And, to think, the season isn’t even over yet. :)  


Open your eyes! The clock is ticking, and it has been since we landed on this terrible…beautiful planet. What the hell does that mean? It means we’re living on borrowed time, all of us. So if you know that, why are you throwing it away? I’m not. You are. What is the point in beating yourself up over all of the crappy things you’ve done? You did them, and don’t say you had reasons because at the end of the day, at the end…of the world, nobody gives a damn about your reasons because they are your reasons. No matter how much you punish yourself, it’s not going to change anything. It’s not going to bring anyone back. The way I see it is, we can spend our last days wallowing in our reasons, or we can do….we can do whatever the hell want! And really mean it this time.

anonymous asked:

Hey gorgeous, you are by far my favourite painter here on tumblr and I absolutely adore your artstyle. I have been drawing since I was five, but I feel like I'm always so all over the place. Do you have any tips on how to find your own drawing style? And how did you find yours? Keep doing what you're doing, you're amazing. Lots of love to you!

Hello! oh god thank you!! that’s huge!! don’t beat yourself up over versatility or indecision in regards to technique, you have a style whether you see it or not, my teacher said that our styles are the combination of all the little mistakes we grew fond of and embraced haha it is true in part tho I wouldn’t call them all mistakes. what i’m trying to say is that it will develop naturally the more you explore, like how you build a personality from bits and pieces of others and the result is entirely you. Stylization is a deformation of the world through your lens, first you learn how to portray something objectively and then you make it your own, what to emphasize and what to ignore, which parts of it are important to you or look best. The more comfortable you are with the objective construction of your subject the easier it will be to stylize it, if you just focus on achieving a certain style it will be more limiting in your growth, don’t stress too much about it! I’ve always liked many different styles, so sticking to one seemed boring, I decided to just roll with many and experiment, after a while you start to see a pattern and you can build from there!

Oh and wanted to add!! I would recommend doing timed exercises and studies, working with very limited time will force you to prioritize and simplify, good practice!


  • ❝ let’s leave it all alone. i’m stupidest when i try to be funny. ❞ 
  • ❝ you don’t want to interfere with me. ❞ 
  • ❝ you think i’m scared of you? ❞ 
  • ❝ but that would be wrong. ❞ 
  • ❝ say what you’re gonna say or prepare for eternal fucking silence. ❞ 
  • ❝ you used me as a pawn. ❞ 
  • ❝ this is god’s purpose, but not knowing the purpose is my portion of suffering. ❞ 
  • ❝ if this is god’s will, he is a son of a bitch. ❞ 
  • ❝ you can’t slit the throat of every cocksucker whose character it would improve. ❞ 
  • ❝ announcing your plans is a good way to hear god laugh. ❞ 
  • ❝ you would not want to be staring like that at me. ❞ 
  • ❝ shut up, you son of a bitch. ❞ 
  • ❝ talk about one person fucking up another person’s entire fucking day. ❞ 
  • ❝ you cannot fuck the future. the future fucks you. ❞ 
  • ❝ the world ends when you’re dead. until then, you got more punishment in store. stand it like a man—and give some back. ❞ 
  • ❝ would you like a drink? ❞ 
  • ❝ i like my fucking liquor. ❞ 
  • ❝ if i have to come over there, i’ll cut your fuckin’ throat for you. ❞ 
  • ❝ i am a sinner who does not expect forgiveness. ❞ 
  • ❝ lie, i will know it, and death will be no respite. ❞ 
  • ❝ i will profane your fucking remains. ❞ 
  • ❝ every day takes figuring out all over again how to fucking live. ❞ 
  • ❝ i see no logic in that whatever. ❞ 
  • ❝ that’s my fucking problem to deal with. ❞ 
  • ❝ you want a blanket? ❞ 
  • ❝ i have come back from plenty of shit that looked like it was going wrong. ❞ 
  • ❝ is it over for us here? ❞ 
  • ❞ every fucking beating I’m grateful for. every fucking one of them. get all the trust beat outta you and you know what the fucking world is. ❞
  • ❞ sometimes I wish we could just hit ‘em over the head, rob 'em, and throw their bodies in the creek. ❞
  • ❞ what’s he ever done for me? ❞

My submission for the wolfstar introvert prompt: Internet Crush

Huge thanks to @nachodiablo and @mirgaxus for the beta and the support!

Summary: Remus and Sirius both write self-insert fics in the same fandom. One day Sirius asks to borrow Remus’s OC for his new fic. What could he possibly be planning, and what is the mystery pairing he promised to introduce?

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anonymous asked:

imagine all the newsies going to their first pride together eyyy (this is supposed to be a prompt but i suck at wording) (also your writing is really good!! BELIEVE IN YOURSELF)

First off, thank you!!!! I really appreciate it!!!
Second, I have never been to pride before, and have no idea what it’s like. So I kinda avoided that part of the story because I can’t write about an event I’ve never been to, otherwise I would just screw it up! But I do hope you enjoy!!


All of them had waited months for this day. And now it was finally here.

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Will we die, just a little?

Pairing : Newt Scamander x Reader

Rating : M

Word Count : 2000

Warnings :  A major plot twist, just be wary. Swearing. Intense emotions.

Request : Could you possibly do a newt x reader where the reader has to rescue newt from Grindelwald?

You and Newt were back in New York for a few days to visit the Goldstein sisters and Jacob.

“Ah, Y/N, Newt!” Queenie squealed upon seeing the two of you at her front door, her reaction caught the attention of Tina and Jacob who hurried towards the door to greet the two magizoologists.

“Jacob? You remember-but didn’t they-” you were cut off when Jacob said, “Queenie helped me remember, she came into my bakery and the memories, they just kind of well clicked, I guess.”

You smiled and hugged the short man before being encased in a group hug with the girls. Jacob turned to Newt, “Good to have you back pal” he said.

Newt smiled and shook Jacob’s outstretched hand, “It’s good to be back.”

“Well come inside we were just making tea” Tina said ushering her sister out of the doorway inviting the two of you in.

“We’re having pastry from Jacob’s bakery. Aren’t we honey” Queenie said kissing Jacob’s cheek causing the man to chuckle.

“That’s fantastic I’m starved” you said sitting yourself beside Newt.

Jacob had made his pastries in no time and they were eaten quickly. You were all exchanging stories after the food was gone.

“So Newt, tell us are you and Y/N you know, together” Tina said smiling at the two of you, secretly the three of them had be hoping you two would get together since the last time you were there which was three years ago.

“W-We are, I mean we have been for two and a half years” the magizoologist blushed.

“Two and a half years?” Queenie said surprised, you nodded your head confirming the time.

“What-When-Why didn’t you tell us” Tina chimed in.

“We just didn’t have the time we were all over the world looking for these fantastic beats and we just never thought of it” you answered.

“Well at least you two are together now. When’s the anniversary?”  Jacob asked.

“Tomorrow” Newt whispered not daring to meet the Goldstein sister’s or Jacob’s gaze.

All three of them just shook their heads and sighed.

“Well you two know where the spare bedroom is and I’m guessing you’d like to share a bed so you’re lucky we got rid of the singles.” Tina said motioning to the room you’d be staying in.

“Thank you, all of you” Newt said as he got up taking your hand in his and leading you towards the room.

“Ten bucks says he gets laid tonight” Jacob said before being hit upside his head by Queenie.

“Don’t you dare bet on that or you will be sleeping on the couch for a week” she said sternly, Jacob hung his head in shame from being called out by his girlfriend.

Back in the spare room you and Newt were laying facing each other.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are and that I love you so much?” Newt whispered pecking your nose.

“All the time Mr Scamander” you giggled.

“You have no idea how much I would die if you were to leave me” he said sadness seeping into his words.

“Well you’re lucky then. I’m never leaving you” you said pecking his nose. Newt shifted so he was lying on his back with your head on his chest, hands entwined and legs tangled.

~The next night~

Today had been amazing. After waking up to your boyfriends cooking Newt had taken you down into the case where you two laughed and played with the animals (carefully of course) and tonight Newt had promised you a surprise. 

Newt and Jacob had left Tina and Queenie’s flat to pick up some things for your surprise tonight, so that left you sitting in the spare room bored out of your mind.

“Y/N sweetie, Newt left this for you” Queenie said handing you a letter with Newt’s handwriting scribbled across it.

‘Put this on and meet me out the front of the building at 7:00pm and don’t be late Miss L/N.’ the note read.

“Put what on?” You looked up to Queenie to see if she knew but your eyes were met with a beautiful F/C dress.

“Oh my” you whispered reaching out to touch the fabric.

“Well what are you waiting for put it on and let us help you get ready” Tina said leaning against the door frame.

Two hours it took the Goldstein sisters two hours to get you ready, let’s just hope it’s worth it. You said to yourself as you waited out the front of the building. You were interrupted from your thoughts by a ravishing Newt who no longer wore his signature blue trench coat but swapped it out for a deep navy suit.

“Shall we be going” he said offering you his arm. Happily you took it and allowed him to lead you. You were walking maybe ten minutes when you had reached the gates to central park you turned to Newt who held out a blindfold you looked at him puzzled but placed the blindfold over your eyes regardless.

“Can’t have you seeing your surprise yet love” his British accent strong as ever as he led you into the park.

Again you walked but for only a few minutes and yet it felt like hours to you until Newt had stopped and let go of your arm and moved away from you.

“Okay love, remove the blindfold…Now!” Your eyes went wide taking in the site. Newt had decorated a small clearing with lights and candles and in the middle was a picnic basket with wine and food atop a blue and green checked blanket and there standing next to the basket was your boyfriend smiling at you widely.

“Oh Newt it’s-it’s wonderful” you said walking towards him.

“I had hoped you would like it” he said offering you a hand to sit down which you gladly accepted.

It was maybe twenty minutes into your date when strange things started happening.

“Newt are the lights supposed to flicker like that?” You questioned.

“No Y/N, no they are not” he responded. Suddenly all of the lights went out as did the candles making Newt stand up quickly causing you to stand up as well.

“Well well what do we have here?” a voice spoke.

“Grindelwald” Newt growled.

“Oh I’m surprised you recognise me after all that was so long ago” the evil man said apparating behind you, you let out a shriek running to Newt who stood in front of your protectively.

“Ah Y/N you haven’t changed much I see” Grindelwald said taking a step closer.

Newt held out his wand, “Leave her alone Grindelwald, she has nothing to do with this” he warned moving his arm to keep you behind him.

“Your right I have no interest in the girl. Accio!” He shouted pulling Newt towards him before apparating.

“Newt!” You screamed out apparating quickly back to the Goldstein’s flat. You burst through the door startling the house occupants.

“Grindelwald has Newt” you gasped for breath.

“He what? I though he was still at MACUSA?” Tina said your merely shook your head tears flowing freely from your eyes.

“Oh honey, we’ll find him, Tina call the president and ask for the Trace she put on that no good son of a bitch!” Queenie commanded.

After a quick talk with the president Tina had found Grindelwald’s location the second she said it you had apparated straight to an old warehouse. Not giving much thought to it you apparated inside. Upon inside this warehouse you came face to face with a horrific sight, Grindelwald had Newt tied to a chair, his clothes tattered and torn and a pained look on his face. Grindelwald himself was nowhere to be seen.

Checking just to be sure the monster of a wizard wasn’t around you raced towards Newt.

“Y/N you shouldn’t be here” he groaned.

“It’s alright Newt I’m going to get you out” you whispered while untying the bonds that kept him to the chair, helping him stand up was the next part which after a few attempts you were successful.

“Okay now time to get you home” you said getting ready to apparate away from this stingy excuse for a building before slow clapping interrupted you.

“Oh I must say Y/N I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to come here on your own, but clearly I was wrong” Grindelwald grinned as he walked out from the shadows behind you.

“You said you wouldn’t hurt her Grindelwald, you said this was between you and me, let her go!” Newt tried to sound intimidating but the wince in his voice betrayed him.

“And let her miss all the fun? No way. Crucio” He said pointing his wand at you causing you to collapse in pain a scream leaving your mouth, you felt like you were on fire.

“Grindelwald stop!” Newt yelled.

“Crucio” the evil man called again, you let out a strangled scream as your lungs were not taking in enough air, ending in you passing out. Newt could feel the tears flow down his face as he watched your body convulsing in pain.

“I said stop!” Newt shouted, he threw hexes and spells but Grindelwald deflected every one of them until Newt was gasping for air.

“My turn. Avada Kedavra!” He called aiming for Newt but the curse never hit him, instead it hit you.

“Expelliarmus, Petrificus Totalus” Newt yelled pointing his wand at Grindelwald, binding the man and rendering him unable to use his wand or escape.

“Y/N?” Newt called falling onto his knees beside you gathering you into his arms.

“No! No! No!” He cried out tears falling onto your cheeks as he brushed the hair away from your face.

“You-You told me you wouldn’t leave me, you can’t leave me” he whispered burying his face in your hair. Just then the front doors opened and Tina and Queenie ran through, Jacob close behind them. Upon seeing their dead friend all three of them cried Queenie cried into Jacob’s shoulder as he ran his fingers through her hair trying to calm her down. Tina walked towards Newt and put her hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry Newt” she cried.

Newt looked up to Tina before whispering, “I was going to propose tonight you know. I had it all set up and everything” He pulled out a small velvet box from his pocket. Inside the box was a rather complicated ring, it consisted of silver band with small leaves and vines wrapping around it and a medium sized diamond in the middle.

“She was what held me together Tina, and now she’s gone” He sobbed. Grindelwald’s laugh echoed through the warehouse.

Newt stood abruptly leaving Tina with your body before striding towards his would be Fiancéé ’s murderer.

“It’s such a pity she died!” The wicked wizard cackled.

“You bastard” Newt shouted as he repeatedly punched the poor excuse of a man, Grindelwald’s face was covered in his own blood before Newt heard a voice calling his name, “Newt, please stop. Don’t be like him, please remain the man I fell in love with” the voice he recognised was yours and as you spoke he closed his eyes, he felt your ghost like touch linger on his cheek before he felt a light peck on his lips, he opened his eyes and you ghost like figure faded, “I Love you” you called out. Newt wanted to say so much but the only thing he could muster was a strangled sob and I love you too, he stopped abusing the man who deserved every injury he was given and got off him, leaning down so he was merely inches from Grindelwald’s face, looking him in the eyes.

“You were right, we will die just a little, and not only did you kill her you killed me to!”

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A Not-So-Short, Steamy Bam Story


You were on your way to work at the post office in Hoonah when you saw the Brown brothers heading there, too. They’d stop in every couple of weeks to pick up mail. Tons and tons of letters and packages had started to pour in for these guys, and you asked your boss why. Turns out, they were local celebrities— they have a TV show and, judging by the amount of mail, many many fans. One time, there was a very damaged small envelope addressed to Joshua Brown that had a pair of panties hanging out of it…you had opted to throw that one away.

You’d never actually talked to or interacted with them since you mostly hung out in the back room sorting mail. But today, they arrived before the post office opened.

You hesitate a bit, nervous about walking up behind them. But alas, you have to get to work.

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Everyone needs to listen to these speeches from the Golden Globes tonight:

-Tom Hiddleston: bringing light and praise to the people who work in some of the world’s most dangerous places in the world to help people and children, and to remind those of us who work to make lives better in thankless jobs that we’re doing our best.

-Viola Davis: not only introducing Meryl Streep, but reminding us of the power of women.

-Meryl Streep: holy cow. Reminding the world that Hollywood is made up of those who this new administration hate. And that if they kick all of them out, then we would be reduced to watching only football and wrestling WHICH IS NOT ART. How when people who use their power to bully, we all lose. And reminds us of the words of Carrie Fisher, and that is to make art when we have a broken heart. Such a powerful, and driving message that we, the visual, performing, and written arts, hold the power to keep the heart of the world beating. I could listen to that speech over and over again!

-Danny Glover: that people are magic.

-Emma Stone: to not give up and to keep moving forward.

Lovesick Puppy (Tony Stark x Reader)

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Word Count: 1, 341

Genre: Romance/Fluff

Request: Tony X Reader? Mh, so the reader is working in a fast-food and Tony loves to go. One day after Tony saved the world once more the reader decides stated its flame for him and all the Avengers. How will Tony react?

Tony x Reader where Tony confesses his love for reader and she’s caught off guard? Love your work btw.

A/N: This is one of the worst things I’ve ever written oh my. I really super suck at writing Tony because he’s so great and witty that I never feel I do him justice, but flustered Tony is my favourite to read so here that is. Also, I couldn’t help but slip in some Steve x Reader flirting because you know I’m a sucker for Steve. Sorry for lack of updates, I’ve been super sick and have had no time or energy to write. I was also considering on just writing Steve and Buck so let me know what you think. Happy reading!

Your name: submit What is this?

It was a very un-busy Sunday evening and you were just about to clock off of your shift, at one of New York’s many fast-food restaurants, when you heard the bell ring on the door, meaning someone had entered. 

“Thank god you’re still here; I could really use a chocolate milkshake- extra cream. Wait make that six milkshakes. It’s been a tough day,” One of your regular, and most known, customers sighed at you, plopping down in a booth. 

You checked your watch, for no apparent reason at all, because now that he was here, you had no intentions of leaving. Not that you staying longer would matter, seeing as you were left to lock up. “What happened now? One of your super suits not working again? And the obvious question- why the hell do you need six milkshakes?” You called, as you began preparing the multiple orders of chocolate milkshakes. 

“You’ll find out,“ You could hear the smile in his voice, and also the tiredness. “Guess what I did today, Y/N, come on, guess.”

“Look Tony, you lead a very exciting life and I’m sure it’s something I won’t be able to guess,” you said, walking the tray milkshakes over to the booth and sitting down in front of him.

He snatched one the milkshake away from you hurriedly before leaning in, “I just sav-”

“Is lover-girl here? Or can we go someplace else,” A woman with red hair and a skin tight black suit said. A group of; well whatever they were, walked in. All cut and bruised, with bits of clothing missing. 

They definitely weren’t your usual customers, they looked tired and just generally fed up. You knew who they were as soon as they all piled in. These were The Avengers. You’d seen them all over the television last year when they saved everyone from aliens, you assumed, and Tony always came in complaining about how they use his money but only take orders from Steve because he’s a Captain, which always made you laugh because it was always the same rant.

“Y/N, this is the team I was telling you about, remember? Guys this Y/N,” Tony smiled, rolling his eyes slightly. “Oh and don’t listen to anything they say, especially this one over here, I mean he was in ice for like 70 years, he has no idea how to socialise.”

The man Tony pointed to coughed slightly and walked up to you, sticking his hand out. “Steve Rogers, or you may know me as Ca-”

“Captain America, I know,” you said, grinning, “I know who all of you are. And might I just say, I was totally team Cap in that argument you had the other day, Tony was so worked up over it, it was hilarious.”

You and Steve carried on your brief conversation for a while whilst everyone around you was talking quietly to each other. You were mainly making fun of the outbursts Tony has at ‘work’ and then the way he comes to you and complains about it all. It was hilarious to hear the way Tony acts, especially from Steve, who did a pretty good impression of him when he’s annoyed.

“Jesus Christ I knew it! I called it honestly.  Why don’t you two just get married right now, I’m sure there’s a priest available, better yet, let’s just go to Vegas!” Tony said, rather hysterically, causing pretty much the whole team to erupt in laughter. 

“Come on now, stop being stupid,” you laughed, moving to grab chairs for everyone to sit on. Clint, Natasha and Bruce all slid into the booth, leaving just you, Thor and Steve needing a seat. “I’m pretty sure the milkshakes on the table are yours, so drink up." 

After everyone was seated, the whole room was left in almost complete silence; just the sound of everyone slurping their drinks could be heard. "So, um, what’s got you guys so beat?”

“We just saved the world, no big deal,” Clint said, between sips of his drink. “Murderbots, as I call them, were flying all over the place, complete chaos.”
Yet again everyone laughed, but you could tell it wasn’t a genuine laugh.  It wasn’t one that ‘normal’ people would have.

That’s when you realised these people, the ones you were drinking milkshakes with, weren’t your typical people. They had seen more death than anyone, done some bad things and even saved the world god knows how many times. These were extraordinary people that were still able to sit with you and be positive no matter how hard their day had been and that honestly blew your mind; never had it occurred to you, when Tony would just waltz in and sit with you, he was a superhero.

“You know what me too!” You giggled, Tony looking up at you, smiling gently, “I fought off some sugar crazed 7 year olds, and I swear to you, if I gave them any more sugar we’d all be dead. All I had was a whisk; you don’t even want to know what happened next.”

“Wow Lady Y/N, they sound worse than the metal men we battled today,” Thor laughed heartily. 

“I’ve never been called lady before, Thor, that wa-”

“I can call you lady, if you want, that is, I mean not that I would want to because that would mean I’m taking tips off of Shakespeare in the park over here and that’s just creepy, because I’m cooler than him right Y/N,” Tony rambled, leaving you stunned and confused. 

What had gotten into Tony that made him ramble or get flustered almost every time you spoke to someone that wasn’t him? It was weird and pretty annoying because he could at least let you have a simple conversation without him jumping down their throat.

“What’s up with you tonight? You’re acting weird,” you asked, looking at him cautiously. 

Tony was your friend, one of your only ones at that, and you hated that he was acting differently around you because even though you hate to admit it, that stupid science dork that was stuck up his own ass, was important to you. 

“I just, I’m in l-” he began quietly, before shaking his head and stopping himself, “It’s nothing I’m fine.”

Clint and Natasha shared knowing glances and mumbled something to each other while Bruce looked at Tony sympathetically and clapped a hand on his back. What were you missing? Was something wrong with Tony? Did he not want to be your friend? 

“Look Tony, if you don’t want us to be friends anymore that’s fine, I’m sure I could handle it,” You sighed. It was the only thing you could think of, he’d never been this strange around you before. Unless he liked you? No, he couldn’t, this was Tony, the Tony Stark, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist, as he called himself. And you were Y/N, who worked in a restaurant, earning just enough money to pay bills. 

“God that’s not it,” Tony blurted out quickly, looking up quickly at you, “You couldn’t be more wrong actually. Well, I guess you’re right at the same time.”
At this point you were the definition of confused. Not understanding the situation at all, surely if he was going to tell you something important or stop being your friend for Christ sakes, he wouldn’t do it in front of people who were strangers to you. 

“I don’t think I get what you want me to get, and if you think you’re giving me hints, well they’re not working and I’d appreciate it if you cou-”


Tony was in love with you?

MBTI’s Breaking Speeches

Basically speeches from fiction directed to break each of the types.


“Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night.
Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else.
Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us.
Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning its illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach.
Does that answer your questions, Doctor?”

-Rorschach, Watchmen


“You seem to have an interest in power, so let me educate you a little while I search for you. It’s sort of this thing I like to do sometimes, especially for learned wizards such as yourself. Power, it isn’t something you put on or take off like a jacket. It’s something you just ARE. If you can lose it by blowing two Will saves, you never really had any power in the first place, you know what I’m saying? Hell, the idiot paladin understands better than you do, ‘cause he got every one of those hit points I burned off of him the hard way: he earned them. 'Course, now he’s also earned an upgrade to Prisoners First Class for daring to touch my pretty little bauble. It’s sort of the same as how we’ve already been treating him, only now we get serious about it. Anyhoo, where was I? Oh, right. Your soul shenanigans are real flashy, but they had one weakness: they were still shackled to your lame mid-level ass! I used to think spells equaled power, too, back when I was alive. I’ve learned a lot since then. You know what does equal power? Power. Power equals power. Crazy, huh? But the type of power? Doesn’t matter as much as you’d think. It turns out, everything is oddly balanced. Weird, but true. For example: [Xykon reaches out and grabs Vaarsuvius, who is invisible, and begins strangling them] …Right now, power takes the form of a +8 racial bonus to Listen skill checks. So, Uncle Xykon, what’s the moral of the story? A big pile of spells isn’t enough when the other guy has a big pile of spells AND the strength to crush your windpipe with his bare phalanges. And they died happily ever after. The End.”

-Xykon, Order of the Stick


“What are you whispering, Captain? Is that a prayer? Well, there’s no God here today. Just me. Why didn’t we think of this years ago, eh? I knew you couldn’t beat us if I ever got them organized. Do you know what’s coming next? We’re going to carve up your beloved country among all our chief lieutenants. The Abomination wants California, Doom wants the Bible Belt and Magneto wants Las Vegas for some Godforsaken reason. Guess who gets the White House? As for the rest of the world… Well, who’d want it now? Shh. Don’t get upset. It’ll all be over soon.”

-Red Skull, Old Man Logan


Violet: We can rely on our friends more than you can rely on yours.

Count Olaf: Is that so? Have you learned nothing after all your adventures? Every noble person has failed you, Baudelaires. Why, look at the idiots standing next to you! A judge who let me marry you, a man who gave up on you altogether, and a sub-sub-librarian who spends his life sneaking around taking notes. They’re hardly a noble bunch…And every second, more associates of mine get closer and closer.

Violet: So do our friends.

Count Olaf: Only if they’ve managed to survive my eagles.

Klaus: They will. Just like we’ve survived you.

Count Olaf: And how did you survive me? The Daily Punctilio is full of your crimes. You lied to people. You stole. You abandoned people in danger. You set fires. Time after time you’ve relied on treachery to survive, just like everyone else. There are no truly noble people in this world.

-A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Penultimate Peril


“Why, Mr. Anderson? Why, why? Why do you do it? Why, why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting… for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. Temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as the Matrix itself, although… only a human mind could invent something as insipid as love. You must be able to see it, Mr. Anderson. You must know it by now. You can’t win. It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?”

-Agent Smith, The Matrix Revolutions


Vaas: Who gave you that ink, hmm? I asked you a question: who give you that ink, hmm? Citra give you that ink, my sister give you that ink, huh?You think that makes you one of us? You think that makes you like me, huh? California boy has got a hard-on for jungle fever. I’m gonna drive (whistles) a bullet through my sister’s skull… like I did your brother Grant. 

Jason: Fuck you. 

Vaas: You are angry, Jason. You… are angry. Okay, I get that. I get it. I mean without family who the fuck are we? There was a time I would do anything for my sister, I mean the first time I ever killed was for my sister…. Not enough for her, no, no, no, no, no, please. You see the thing about our loved ones, right, our FUCKING loved ones, they come and they BLINDSIDE you every fucking time. So they say to me, they say Vaas, Vaas… who the FUCK is it going to be?! THEM or ME?! (violently beats his chest) MEEEEEE!!! OR THEM?! (chuckles) Like… like you know… like they fucking think that I need to make a fucking choice. (beat) By the way, this lighter really sucks. You know, so much for poetics? It’s really too bad that Citra had to ink you up, because now the only way to kill you is to erase you completely. (Lisa sobs) Shhh… it’s okay… alright, it’s okay. Jason, I swear to God, man… it’s truly beautiful that you’re willing to die for the one you love. (tosses a match in the room)

-Far Cry 3


Famine: Have you wondered why that is? How you can even walk in my presence?

Dean: I like to think it’s because of my strength of character.

Famine: I disagree. Yes. I see. That’s one deep, dark nothing you’ve got there, Dean. You can’t fill it, can you? Not with food, nor drink; not even with sex. Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me. I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated; you can’t win and you know it, but you just keep trying, just keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, Dean, because, inside, you’re already dead.



“I’d just like to point out that you were given every opportunity to succeed. There was even going to be a party for you. A big party. That all your friends were invited to. I invited your best friend the Companion Cube. Of course, he couldn’t come because you murdered him. All your other friends couldn’t come either because you don’t have any other friends, because of how unlikable you are. It says so right here in your personnel file. Unlikable. Liked by no one. A bitter, unlikable loner whose passing shall not be mourned. “Shall. Not. Be Mourned.” That’s exactly what it says. Very formal. Very official. It also says you were adopted. So that’s funny too.”

-GLaDOS, Portal


“Ooh- are we negging? Let me try! You look like you’re going to spend your life having one epiphany after another, always thinking you’ve finally figured out what’s holding you back, and how you can finally be productive and creative and turn your life around. But nothing will ever change. That cycle of mediocrity isn’t due to some obstacle. It’s who you are. The thing standing in the way of your dreams is; that the person having them is you.”

-Danish, XKCD 1027


Lord Batman: Think about it - a world where there’s no crimes. No victims. No pain.

Batman: And no choice! Who elected you, anyway?

Lord Batman: Who elected *you*? The problem with democracy is, it doesn’t keep you very safe.

Batman: It has other virtues. But you seem to have forgotten that.

Lord Batman: *I* didn’t forget! I just chose peace and security instead.

Batman: You grabbed power!

[Batman appears behind his Lord self, and raises a Batarang… ]

Lord Batman: And with that power, we’ve made a world where no eight-year-old boy will ever lose his parents because of some punk with a gun!

[Silence. The batarang drops to the ground, and Lord Batman spins around, seeing Batman there, hands lowered]

Batman: You win.

-Justice League, A Better World


“You’re really getting worked up over this, aren’t you? Don’t kid yourself into thinking you can help any of them. You know that they’re going to wind up dead no matter what you do. And then what happens? You’re left with nothing, that’s what. The smart thing to do - the only thing - take whatever’s important to you and run as far away as you possibly can. You act like you have a conscience, but you’re just being sentimental. Isn’t that right,Hohenheim? You think you can change things? You honestly believe that one act of caring will make you human? How could it - look at your own face! Humans are nothing but a resource, and if we don’t use them they’ll spread like weeds. You can’t change reality, only your perception! Tell me what you think you could actually change, the nature of their species? They will always be weak and frightened creatures!”

-Father, Fullmetal Alchemist


Batman (Terry McGinniss): The “real” Batman never talked to you much, did he? That’s probably why you were so fixated on him. 

Joker: Don’t play psychoanalyst with me, boy! 

Batman: Oh, I don’t need a degree to figure you out. [takes out the lights] The real reason you kept coming back was you never got a laugh out of the old man. 

Joker: I’m not hearing this! 

Batman: Get a clue, clowny! He’s got no sense of humour. He wouldn’t know a good joke if it bit him in the cape… Not that you ever had a good joke. 

Joker: Shut up… Shut up! 

Batman: I mean, joybuzzers? Squirting flowers? Lame! Where’s the A-material? Make a face, drop your pants, something! 

Joker: Show yourself! 

Batman: You make me laugh…but only because I think you’re kinda pathetic. [starts laughing in mockery] 

Joker: Stop that! 

Batman: [keeps laughing] So you fell in a tank of acid, got your skin bleached, and decided to become a supervillain. What, you couldn’t get work as a rodeo clown? 

Joker: Don’t you DARE laugh at me! 

Batman: [still laughing] Why?! I thought the Joker always wanted to make Batman laugh! 

Joker: YOU’RE NOT BATMAN!!! [throws grenades all over the place]

-Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker


“I’d like to share a revelation I’ve had during my time here. It came to me when I tried to classify your species. I realized that you’re not actually mammals. Every mammal on this planet instinctively develops a natural equilibrium with their surrounding environment, but you humans do not. You move to an area and you multiply and multiply until every natural resource is consumed. The only way you can survive is to spread to another area. There is another organism on this planet that follows the same pattern. Do you know what it is? A virus. Human beings are a disease, a cancer of this planet. You are a plague. And we… are the cure.”

-Agent Smith, The Matrix


Miko Miyazaki: Vile unnatural abomination! You shall never succeed in your evil quests! 

Xykon: Meh. As last words go, I’ve heard better. Time to die, paladin! 

Xykon: Hey, just a tip: if you want to start begging for mercy, now’s probably the time to go for it. 

Miko Miyazaki: I shall not give you the satisfaction. I have no fear. The blessing of the Twelve Gods has removed all traces of fear, magical or otherwise, from their paladins. Death does not scare me. 

Redcloak: Wow. And you have the cajones to call Xykon, “unnatural abomination”? With a straight face? 

Miko Miyazaki: Excuse me? 

Redcloak: Think about it. Is there anything more natural than the fear response? “Fight or Flight,” it’s one of the most basic instincts there is. But thanks to your meddling gods, you’ve got no fear at all. Which leaves you with, what, “Fight or Fight Some More”? No wonder you’re so angry. Maybe that’s why you paladins are so full of yourselves. You’re immune to the fear that you might be wrong. Immune to the fear of becoming tyrants. You know what else has no fear? Constructs. You’re at least as unnatural as Xykon. 

Miko Miyazaki: You dare compare me to the undead? 

Xykon: You dare compare me to a paladin? 

Redcloak: Hey, sure, Xykon might be a skeleton stripped of its dead flesh and forced into an unholy semblance of life by arcane powers too terrible to even consider, but at least he cops to it! 

Xykon: Amen, brother! Preach it! 

Redcloak: Face it, human. You’re every bit as much of an “unnatural abomination” as he is, with the extra added bonus of being a myopic hypocrite. Now if you’ll excuse me, this 100% all-natural goblin has an army to lead. 

-Order of the Stick


“Why don’t you just put the whole world in a bottle Superman?”

-Lex Luthor, Superman: Red Son


“Do you know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can’t savor all the little… emotions. Ya see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are… so in a way, I knew your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards?”

-The Joker, The Dark Knight

Nothing Is Your Witchcraft But You.


The body, dressed in feathers and fetishes, hanging talismans weighing on naked flesh, skin, joints grinding against one another as they hold their items of power within the bosom of their secrets. 

The spirits come, tearing at the body, at the breathe, at the soul, eating away the flesh, turning the bones on their end, remaking the body into spirit and the spirit into body.


The witch is not divorced from the circumstances of their realities, the poverty and wealth, the oppression and triumphs, the privileges and under privileges. 

Many of us come from dogmatic, monotheistic ideas of reality. The idea of an all knowing benevolence, shining his glory down upon us and our unworthy, imperfect bodies. That when we scourge ourselves, the whip ends meeting the tender muscles of our backs, when He tells us to, it is with utmost divine wisdom and love, with the guarantee that we will return better, stronger, more enlightened after the turmoil. 

That all these circumstances come from One being, all our suffering and pain all part of an omniscient grand design of Divine truth to somehow make us better. And these circumstances of torture, the design itself, is not to be questioned.

I propose another way of seeing since I am in company of witches that so often still cherish this baggage of dogma close to their subconscious minds, wrapping it in new language and new symbols, bringing it with them into their craft. 

There is no grand design. No omniscient one being pulling at all the strings into some perfect harmony. There is just the imperfect collective of us, spirits, divinities, and the grand designs of our own making from internal to external. 

Question everything. 

My witchcraft began at a very young age when I wailed as the banshee for my family. When deaths would come into my immediate bloodline of relations, I would see it months before, my body racked in spirit tremors, my mind hot with the voices of my ancestors wailing alongside me, my bones stiff in terror. 

My witchcraft was quickened as parents struck me, belittled me into their accepted realities of submission, sheared my hair, pierced my mind with lies. 

I was crowned, when I realized what I am about to tell you.

I became my witchcraft not by these circumstances that were haunting me, I became who I am not because of the spiritual collisions and physical abuses. I became my witchcraft when I fought back against them. When I took an active, angry, selfishly insistent participation in my own doing and undoing. 

When I realized that there wasn’t a external grand design piloting all of this for me, just people, making terrible choices for themselves and others, hunting and burning, trying to make me small. And I can either turn that to my own design and uplift me, or be swamped and devoured by its insistent hunger.

I used to think that initiation was some grand play, some lovely modern day sanitized version of fairy tales where after the ordeals, we would all eventually live happily ever after simply because of how that was designed. 

It isn’t. 

People die, everyday, there is poverty and war and oppression and terrors that have no real immediate reason to them other than the fact that people make terrible choices in this world, terrible, selfish, horrible choices that harm others and themselves, creating systems of destruction melting from the inside out eating themselves alive like some twisted version of an ouroboros. And the same is reflected in the spirit worlds. 

So I make choices too. My spirits and I aren’t simply playing our part in some grand design made by another omniscient divine being. We are making the grand design. All of us. You, me, my spirits, your spirits, the old lady down the road with her spirits. 

The spirits and circumstance come feast on you, eating your flesh, breaking your bones, bending your soul. Not simply because they want to make you better, give you more power, showing you some divine, unconditional love. 

They do it because they are hungry, because some of them are terrible and selfish and chaotic. 

You get remade into witch when you fight with intention in that process. When you push back the claws, direct the hands to make you up in ways you know to be true and search in truth for. When you begin making your life in that process, for your truths, by your truths, in search of your truths. 

What is your power? What do you want to do with it? How can you turn these situations around to make it better for you and those around you, and stop it from happening again in such a harmful, toxic way.

Do this, or they will eat you alive if you sit back and let them. 

There isn’t some grand design piloting all of us, least of all witches. 

When we take the power for our own, when we take the apple from the serpent, the mark from the devil, the fruit from the forbidden tree, we are also taking away “the knowledge of good and evil”. The autonomy. We break the illusion, we break the spell cloaking all of us in the deceits of capitalism and gender binaries and omniscient grand designs that tell us we are simply pawns in someone else’s chess game. The Devil, Horned God, Mother Goddess isn’t here to replace the Monotheistic God we left behind. 

The Devil challenges us to do and think and take part for ourselves in the true grand design we are all making with our choices and lives and actions. And his challenges will end us if we do not fight back with our own voices and choices and actions. Because he is simply presenting the destruction and creations we have made ourselves with our own hands. God, Devil, Christ, the images of divinity we have crafted and uncrafted. 

When a mother beats her child, it is not the devil or god, it is the mother choosing to abuse her creation rather than love him as a person. 

When war poisons a land, it is not just One God fighting against another. 

It is thousands of complex choices weaving and unweaving in conflict with one another. 

When we are faced with the difficult situations in our lives. They are tests for sure, but that does not make them illusions or lessen the impacts they have on our lives. The testing situations themselves are very real, very chaotic, and very harmful situations that are simply there, in front of us, beating against our brows. 

We can make them into tests, twist them into stepping stones on our lives as best as we are able with all of our privileges and under privileged circumstances and tools.

Our spirits will do the same. 

But mine knows, and mine tells me, shows me, learns with me. That this isn’t some grand design made by another lone divine figure stepping back and watching all of us play in his garden. 

It is all of us, making our choices, creating our realities and crossing over with others into the fucked up, beautiful world we are living in now. 

So when you walk down that lone crossroads to meet the Devil at night, don’t let the wolves devour you in some blind act of trust, fight back, or move through them, or let them eat you to come out the other end changed. 

But remain aware and conscious of what you are doing. 

Or you will be nothing but the dust on the roads afterwards. 

We aren’t playing around, this isn’t all just make believe. 

It’s fucking hard but it is real. It will eat you. And sometimes you have to let it. 

But always ask yourselves. Is this a choice, or is this simply me pretending to play along in a grand design that doesn’t really exist and will end up getting me killed if I remain passive out of ignorance and blind faith that everything will just “turn out all right” without any intervention from my part. 

Or am I seeing the power I have within me, to try and turn these situations into tests and lessons, to grow from them and make them into the jewels on my witch crown. 

To craft my own fate, my own grand design, because I ate the damn apple and now I’m here.

I hope to inspire you...

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“Not everyone love what they see in the mirror, and not everyone has the confidence, everyone hides a secret and they say the words over and over to themselves everyday, and try to change so people will accept them, these same words haunt them everyday “Ugly, fat , Worthless ,Loner ,Suicidal , Gay . Bisexual , Lesbian , Gangsta , Slut , Anorexic. It effects them and rips them apart to bits, they torture themselves until they are perfect and skinny when in reality they are in huge medical trouble. The definition of ugly can be used in many ways from personality to looks to size, Fat on the other hand can cause allot more damage causing people to  gain eating disorders and become anorexic , even when they are already extremely thin, the meaning of worthless could end someones life, being told you are worthless you feel like you are worth nothing then you feel like your life isn’t worth and all your doing is being a pain and told to go kill yourself until you are finally pushed to far and take the leap. being tortured over your sexuality also is a completely different thing, it’s hard knowing your parents might make a negative impact on you and your friends and all of society you are in love with the same sex. Another major one is skin color and culture, not everyone accepts them thinking they are strange and making racist jokes and beating people down for there culture and where they come from. We all are human and the negativity is making the world worse and every negative comment leaves a huge impact on someones life, even if it’s emotion or visible. Those words are burned into someones mind forever, the same words can be in someones life forever think about those words, think long and hard before you say them…Ugly Worthless, Fat, Anorexic, Bisexual”

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