we had to make something ~inspiring~

anonymous asked:

Ok but now we need a fic with Aaron's reaction the first time Ellen calls him Papa. And if you get inspired something with Chas and Ellen cause well cause I miss Chas!

Ellen’s first word had been yogurt. Rebecca had filmed the grand occasion, and Aaron kept the video on his phone for when he needed a laugh, because Ellen yelling out the word yogurt over and over again, with a ridiculous smile on her face, is one of the best things he’d ever seen in his life.

She’d picked up a lot of random words since then. Dog, bob and spoon had all come before mummy and daddy, which Aaron kind of appreciated. Ellen was the most stubborn child he’d ever known, and the more Robert tried to get her to say daddy, the more she’d yell spoon, or dog at him.

Ellen had given in eventually, and her new favourite word was dada.

It was cute, not just for the dopey smile it always put on Robert’s face.

“Spoon!” Ellen waved her yogurt covered spoon at Aaron, a delighted smile on her face as she sat in her highchair, eating her lunch. It was a quiet Saturday morning, Robert having agreed to drive Liv to her new friend’s house in his ‘stupid flash car’ (Liv’s words, not his) leaving Aaron to sort Ellen and her breakfast (well, it was more like lunch now, considering she’d gotten them up at six am, and it was just ticking over to eleven, now.)

“Yeah, and the spoon goes in the yogurt, beans,” Aaron nudged, directing her clenched fist back toward the bowl, yogurt all over the tray, all over her clothes.

He’d forgotten how messy toddlers were, now Leo was the very grown up age of eight.

Ellen waved her spoon at him, grinning toothily at him. She was the image of Robert, right down to the colour of his eyes, her blonde hair sort of expected, considering her mum and dad both had blond hair.

But she was Robert. Ellen had looked a lot like Chrissie, actually, when she was first born, her hair the darker side of blonde, but she’d started to change as she hit two, ever a Sugden 0 though when she smiled, Aaron had discovered recently, she looked exactly like Rebecca, the woman they’d managed to reach a truce with, Ellen and her best interests the priority for the three of them.

Aaron twisted in his chair slightly, reaching for the cup of tea he’d put out of Ellen’s reach, the toddler having reached the age where she was liable to grab for anything, consequences be-damned.


Aaron couldn’t help the way his eyes widened as Ellen spoke, the nickname Robert had been trying to coax out of her for weeks falling easily from the little girls lips. “Dada will be back soon,” he reassured, because surely - surely - he’d misheard.

Ellen shook her head, spoon clattering into the half eaten bowl of yogurt with a splash. “Papa!” she said, more determined this time, tiny hands reaching out for Aaron.

Aaron felt like his heart was going to explode.

“Papa!” Ellen practically yelled, looking frustrated now because Aaron wasn’t moving, wasn’t saying anything.

“Yeah,” Aaron said, scooping Ellen out of her highchair, holding her close to his chest, breathing in the familiar powdery scent that always lingered around her, and the familiar scent of too much Johnson’s baby shampoo (Robert’s bad habit), Ellen smearing a yogurt covered hand against his cheek. “I am, I’m your papa.”

Ellen beamed at him. “Papa, play!”

If Aaron cried a little, when he put Ellen down on her mat in the living room, settling in to play with all the brightly coloured toys that had come to find a home in front of their fireplace, well -

no one except Ellen had to know.

About The Suffering Game

I’ve seen some folks talk about being exhausted by the structure of The Suffering Game, which I completely get — thematically, it’s meant to exhaust the players. I hoped to toss enough variety into the different challenges to engage everyone, but I can also appreciate how seeing the boys go through so much crap every episode can be a bit tiring for some folks. Without giving too much away, things are very much going to come to a head on the next episode, so to those folks: hang in there!

There’s some narrative stuff happening in The Suffering Game that won’t make sense quite yet, but the earliest inspiration I had for it was as a means of endangering the heroes in a real, tangible way without just hanging the threat of death over their heads. It’s something we’ve struggled with a lot in this show, mostly because of how we play — D&D has lots of rules about health management, about treating Hit Dice like a non-renewable resource mid-adventure. And a lot of that stuff clashes with how we play the game to make a good radio show. As a result, the boys are kind of untouchable, with health pools that may diminish, but never enough (or permanently enough) to be a serious threat. The sacrifices done at the wheel are permanent, and largely non-mechanical, skirting those systems altogether. Again, something that may upset folks who wish we followed those rules a bit more closely — though I hope those folks can understand that this is simply the balance that works for us as a podcast.

The arc was also designed to treat a problem that every D&D campaign I’ve ever participated in or tuned into suffers from — power creep. By this point, the boys are armed enough to be, essentially, demigods. It’s a power I’ve given them freely, but it’s impossible to prevent that creep while still offering them cool carrots and a functional economy, which I’ve tried to inject into the Fantasy Costco and other systems. It’s another really difficult balance, and they’ve taken advantage of it in a way that they’ve become immensely powerful, able to easily handle any problem I throw in their direction. The Wheel was intended to perhaps pull them back down to earth a bit, so to speak, though most of the sacrifices they’ve made have been more narrative rather than mechanical. (Which I’m totally fine with, because again, it’s another way of dealing damage.)

Anyways, I just wanted to get some of my thoughts down, because the last thing I wanted people to think is that I actually harbored some sort of sadistic enjoyment out of just straight-up hurting my players. (That’s a certain archetype of DM that I don’t really understand.) I’ve seen some folks characterize this arc as Saw-like torture porn, which I think is mostly unfair, but I can understand their exhaustion. I’d hoped to move through this arc a bit faster, but as is always the case, things have run a bit long. I really hope you enjoy what happens next, because I am very, very excited to get there.

- Griffin

Literally how I became happy.

A lot of you guys are always concerned about me because the more that I share, the more you realize I’m a real person with struggles and issues and I’m not 100% okay 100% of the time haha so I just wanna give an update and share some insight on how I’ve been doing and what I’ve been working on.
The hair cut is the visible part. The change is sooooo real. I look like a different person but I seriously FEEL like one. Surface changes: I live in Tennessee. I have short blonde hair. I’ve now dated two guys that I actually loved. I own a house and a car. Before, I lived in California, I had freaking long brown hair, I shared a mini van with four other people, I’d never been on a date and truly questioned whether I’d ever meet anyone that liked me for who I was, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life past like two years into the future and I felt like I would live with my parents forever. So a lot of big things have changed but honestly the biggest changes happened inside with less visible results. You can only see it in my smile and hear it in my words. But really you’ll see it in my actions over the next 12 months. It’s just the beginning.
I honestly don’t know where it came from. The last six years I have been so passive. My life has been happening to me. There have been some breakthrough moments where I learned a lot about myself and my confidence and self love, yes. I had some good times for sure. But as far as knowing what I want and where I wanna go, I was not good at that. I felt SO powerless and began to withdraw more and more, in my friendships, my career, our band, my family, everything. I shared so little each day, I had so few ideas, I didn’t create much, I only wrote when I was really upset or inspired (which wasn’t that often), I had no social life, no vision for myself, no confidence that anyone would ever love me and I just wasn’t living a rich life at all. I was an observer hoping that one day someone or something would come along and make my life actually enjoyable. I was constantly waiting. I journaled a lot and released a lot of emotion, that part was good. I just felt like I was living in a cave, stuck in the past, not doing much each day to actually experience life.
Then we moved across the country. *shock* *panic* *whoa*. That was the first time I was really shaken up.
Then I had my heart broken. Twice. I fell in love and both times it didn’t work out. I NEEDED that, to meet people who actually got me and appreciated my personality and loved all my quirks and my strange mind and how childlike I am. For the first time I felt understood. I wouldn’t change a thing. I was so closed off for so long and suddenly I was ripped open. Someone was asking for my time and attention and I had to give it to them. I was so scared but I really wanted to experience that side of life so I had to let those people see me and experience who I was. It was so good for me omg. I felt like my heart was shriveled and frozen before that, it had seen the sun maybe three times, but once that happened it absolutely bloomed. Not everyone has to fall in love to open their heart but for me that’s how it happened.
Anyway it was really intense and pushed me to the edge, dealing with that loss. I cut off all my hair. I just had enough. I was so drained. I had felt so vulnerable throughout my dating experiences, such a long period of trusting and hoping after so many years of doing the opposite, I guess I became a little over exposed. I pictured myself feeling tough and strong after a particularly intense weekend of fighting and I saw myself with no hair. It was kind of a crazy idea at first but it turned into a real desire. After a few days of thinking it over, I took the plunge.
What. A. Rush.
Suddenly I just wanted to feel alive. I went a little overboard but I did so many things. Concerts, road trips, bonfires, social plans nonstop, shopping, reinventing my style… I was really hurting during this time and I just wanted to feel better. I don’t regret doing so much but I’m glad I came down after a month and examined myself. I realized how much I was hurting and I faced it. I felt scared, hurt, abandoned, broken and vulnerable but it was comforting to identify that. Once you face it, you can feel it, release it and eventually let it go.
In October I realized I wanted more. I actually had dreams. Cutting my hair showed me I could have an idea, see it through and that it could actually go well! I wanted that on a bigger scale. I started writing again, all the time. I took an interest in my appearance again. Before, I just wanted people to think I’m pretty. Of course I still do but now it’s so much more than that. It actually is for me. When my outfit/makeup/overall look matches my mood, I feel so much more confident, comfortable with myself and ready to take on the day. Even in my work out clothes, I always try to coordinate them now and make them feel good because I know I just do more with my day when I feel confident and ready to put myself out there. You don’t need to look perfect AT ALL, in fact sometimes that can cause more stress because it puts more pressure on you. Just take the time to put yourself together and feel GOOD about what you’re wearing each day. It seriously makes a huge difference. And especially DO NOT wear anything that makes you feel bad. GET RID OF IT!!!! All your clothes should make you feel cute in some way.
Idk how this happened but I kind of just realized nothing is a big deal. The way I used to live, EVERYTHING was a HUGE deal. Texting a guy? Leaving the house? Spending 30 dollars? Calling someone first? All terrifying things I dreaded and avoided at all costs. I had to work through so much INTENSE anxiety when I first started dating, it was really sad how much that freaked me out and how much I had to work through just to get to a point where I felt comfortable going on one date or being the object of a man’s attention. I felt so incredibly unworthy.
Anyway, maybe it was the hair cut but sometime around then I just became really bold. Right now I feel like almost nothing scares me. My biggest fear is probably trusting people that have hurt me. That’s one thing I can think of that I’m struggling with and truly terrifies me, trying to rebuild broken relationships. I’m having help working through that. Other than that, there are so few things I won’t try, won’t pursue, won’t say to someone. I am becoming more bold, confident, comfortable in my own skin and sure of myself with each passing second. I just feel GOOD. Nothing is that big of a deal! Seriously force yourself to take more risks and you’ll quickly understand what I mean. You can spend weeks, months, even years fearing things and trying to predict what will happen but once you finally do them you’ll see just how unnecessary all that stress was. Nothing is that hard, that daunting, that permanent. Heck, even tattoos can be removed these days.
I think that was the biggest change of all so far: the removal of fear. Fear used to be the gas in my tank, it absolutely fueled me. Now it’s faith. I am so ON FIRE for my life!!!!!! I have so many exciting dreams I want to pursue, so much I want to create, so many places I want to go, things I want to experience, learn, master, people I want to meet and be around….. I love it all. I decide what I want and I go after it. I look at myself in the mirror and I smile. I’m starting to look as bold and unique as I feel. The long hair was beautiful and fun and maybe one day I’ll want it back but for now, it just feels too plain for how colorful and out of the box my mind is. I always used my mind a lot but I wasn’t exploring it much before. Now that I’m embracing my unconventional brain, I just want to express that openness and share it with the world.
Also I’ve noticed I’m getting disappointed comments from traditional, conformist men I never wanted to date anyway that used to love my hair 😂 so no offense but I was never interested in you anyway, there are soooooo many long haired women in the world you can comment on that you’ll probably never even meet but i’m just one less you need to worry about hahaha. All of the bold men that liked me before just like me more now. And I think it’s because I also like myself more! Confidence attracts confidence! I’m growing into the baller I was born to be and it’s just helping me attract more ballers 😂😂
Anyway, I feel so much more confident in myself, men or no men. It’s funny cuz I finally stopped worrying about guys and now I actually interact with them the way I always wanted to hahaha.
I no longer rely on the approval of others to get through the day. I no longer feel paralyzed by fear every morning and night. I no longer ponder whether I’m worthy of a date or not. I no longer look in the mirror and sigh. I no longer think of the future as a blurry grey blob filled with hopelessness, uncertainty and fear. I know it will be whatever I make it and I am going to make it freaking phenomenal.
That’s a huge key, putting YOURSELF in the drivers seat. Forget this message of victimization. You are the person holding yourself down but YOU can be the one to lift yourself up!!!! Wow I just got a huge craving for meat loaf and mashed potatoes. HAHAHA. Anyway, put yourself in control. Ask God for guidance. Trust that you are taken care of always because YOU ARE. Embrace yourself. Stop thinking you have to be perfect. Stop thinking you’re unlovable. Realize how cool you are and how much you have going for yourself. Jump in and try things. Stop thinking you have to be “ready”. THE LESSONS OF FAILURE ARE FAR MORE VALUABLE THAN THE PRIZES OF SUCCESS!!!!!!!!!!!
On that note, go kill it. Embrace yourself. Blossom. Live. Come alive. You got this 👊🏼💗

Love Conquers All (On Sherlock Season 4)

I’m currently re-watching Season 4, simply just to indulge myself, and mainly because I personally loved it. I thought I was done expressing everything I have to say about the matter in this post, but there has been an unending sh*t-storm still looming over S4 that has gone beyond what I had expected. Not to mention that things I’ve seen on Twitter earlier regarding the so-called Norbury movement.

I am not dismissing the fact that this season had its flaws, but there’s a significant meaning to it all that some people are dismissing because they’ve been blinded by their own illusions that I would want to highlight. For someone who had cried over and mulled over these episodes more than the past 3 seasons, this season gave my love for existentialism a baseline that tugged at the heart – the very reason why I wanted to talk about it.

Originally posted by esterlocked

Just a brief explanation, existentialism is the belief that life has no meaning in general. To quote Moriarty, “Staying alive… So boring, isn’t it? It’s just… staying.” However, what I like about it is the idea that society or any other factor is not responsible for giving life it’s meaning – it is solely up to the individual to discover it on their own.

With that said, I think this is why this season resonated with me so much, and I find the chaos in some parts of the fandom frustrating, especially to the point that the writers are being attacked for this. So as usual, I have to say something about it. Because instead of writing articles for work, I’m thinking about Sherlock.

Anyway, I’m just gonna go ahead with my point.

The Six Thatchers : Horrors Of The Past

This may be my least favourite among the three, but the message of this episode is clearly simple: we all have horrors that will come and haunt us in the future – and how we face it all comes down to the path we choose. 

We live hundreds, and even thousands of roles throughout our lives. And we all have our past; things that we regret, hate, cringe at, miss, still believe in, etc. But whatever that past might be, what I got from TST is that you can never run from your past as it catches up to you, but it is one facet of your life does not completely define you.

Originally posted by akajustmerry

Death has been played with through the past seasons that it seemed all too mundane to us now, in terms of the context of the show. But S4 is here to correct this notion in Mary’s persona. With Mary saying that Mary Watson was the only life worth living, it showed that we get to choose which part of our lives we live out the most.

Same with John and his ‘cheating’. To be fair, I’m pissed at the fact that this was completely out of character. But when the series culminated, I understood why they have to do it. We saw what we wanted to see in these characters as they were presented to us – John was supposedly honourable, kind, and courageous, but what is this? Who is this new John? 

This is where I head to my next point. 

The Lying Detective : Being Alive And Human

This episode made me cry buckets, to be honest. And it is because this is all about changing what you know about these characters and seeing them all in a different light. 

Here we see a Sherlock not led by the mind but the heart, a John who was weak against temptation, a cheater, someone who looked jealous from having the spotlight all on the detective – it showed that no one is ultimately good and that someone’s facade is not who they entirely are. It shows that everyone has their ups and downs because that’s what humanity is about. It illustrated that everyone was capable of being angry, desperate, conceited, weak, lonely, alone, etc. It highlighted how these characters are broken – especially Sherlock – and how redemption can mean so much more to a person. 

We all have our flaws, our downfalls, our agonies; but who are we really, at our most vulnerable? And who are the people willing to believe in us even if we’ve shown them our true, and sometimes, faded colours?

Originally posted by halloawhatisthis

“Taking your own life. Interesting expression, taking it from who? Once it’s over, it’s not you who’ll miss it. Your own death is something that happens to everyone else. Your life is not your own, keep your hands off it.”

This is a plea. That shutting down and ending your life is and should never be the answer. This is one of the most beautiful pieces of dialogue I have ever heard, and it’s a very upfront message about warranting a value on your own life. And for people to threaten the writers of the show that they are the ones who caused the lives that are put in the line or the self-harm that will happen due to their distaste for TFP is devastating to me.

And yes, there have been people tweeting Mark and BBC that they are and will be responsible for these lives, which is just unfair.

The Final Problem : On Love And Redemption

I’ve seen people questioning why Benedict said ‘love conquers all’ in one interview before the season aired. There has also been statements that this season will be ‘groundbreaking’, which others failed to see why, leading to the claims that the showrunners are queerbaiting.

Now, every single show, every single actor, not just in Sherlock, but basically everywhere, is being put in the microscope because they need to identify with something, and that they need to represent a cause — which I get! I advocate for this! But, just when the world is being careful about mixing up their characters or when they are inserting a gay character just because now, society is demanding them to, Sherlock had already presented that years before (note that some TV shows only became more open to having gay characters around late 2014, early 2015-ish onwards because people are becoming more vocal about it as inspired by those bold enough to make a first move, e.g. Glee). 

Here, we have an openly gay character (which is still another topic of debate but I stand by it when I say Irene used the term gay loosely), had openly gay actors play brilliant and unstereotypical roles, and for God’s sake, Mark Gatiss is a gay man who is behind this brilliant show, and  that’s the very reason they passed it off as normal. They didn’t do it in a way that we always have to be reminded that the character is gay, that there has to be a sex scene just to prove that they’re gay… it’s just there – again, as one facet of the characters. Sex, as something that has been explicitly expressed in the show, isn’t the only thing that defines a character or their relationships with someone else, and I appreciated that. They had a story to tell – the story of these characters as a whole and not just one side of them. 

And personally, I did see why they made their claims as indicated by my chosen title. When this season ended, Sherlock who claimed to have never been attuned to his emotions, had his eyes open and had embraced that he was also human, flawed, and is capable to love IN ALL FORMS. 

Originally posted by fangirlhani

He learned to value his life because of what happened to Mary, he had admitted that he also succumbs to his impulses with Irene Adler (texting or beyond that, depends on what you want to believe), he fully realised that he would never ever want to hurt and make Molly feel like she’s being used by him because she’s his friend, he was able to extend a more human side of himself to John more than he did before, he finally understood and accepted Mycroft’s intentions and actions which I think mended their relationship significantly (this one hits me to the core so much), and lastly, he discovered that if he was left in the air in isolation, he might have ended up like Eurus, which is why he never wanted to make her feel alone again. 

To me, it is groundbreaking because it left that cliche of someone running off into the sunset in the end and it’s all butterflies and rainbows. They wrapped it up with the characters still broken, but living through it day by day because someone chose to love, accept, and help them heal despite their flaws. 

It is what it is, they keep on saying, because that’s how life is. It can be unbearable and it can most certainly be shit, but in the end, whether you ship Johnlock, Adlock, Sherlolly, Sheriarty, Mollstrade, Mystrade, etc., if we all let love – self-love, romantic love, familial love, platonic love – all kinds of love in our lives, it will help us conquer all, within and beyond this show. 

another fucking ryden masterpost

ok i know we have a lot already but not many are ~complete~ enough ot have been updated recently so yeah! here we go………………………

so as we all know, ryan has a questionable livejournal that he used before panic really became famous. there’s not a whole lot of ryden related stuff in that, but there is some cute stuff 

“duuuuuuuuuuuuuuude write about how… wait, nvm. i suck at this. i suck at life. psh, YOU suck. I HATE YOU! haha you know i love ya’ baby! wednesday. practice. be there or be…GAY!” honestly early 2000′s brendon is a treasure.

and another cute post from his lj (that I dont have the screencap for)

“I love my 3 friends to death. we are going to move out and see the country together playing music. I know it.”
ryan on august 8th. 2004.

well he was right!! because soon after Pete Wentz contacted them to try to sign them. you can read the conversation here but here’s the best part:

Pete Wentz (7:48:06 PM): You guys look good. The chicks gonna be swooning?
Ryan Ross (7:48:38 PM): once we get a keyboard player who can do all of the sampling we want to do it will be alot better too. its like we know how we want to sound, but just finding the right way to do it i guess is what we are working on.
Ryan Ross (7:48:40 PM): hahaha
Ryan Ross (7:48:51 PM): i dont know man, we look alright i guess
Ryan Ross (7:48:57 PM): we look young
Pete Wentz (7:49:42 PM): Youngs not abd at all
Pete Wentz (7:49:47 PM): How does the singiner look
Ryan Ross (7:50:05 PM): dead sexy.
Ryan Ross (7:50:41 PM): he’s no pete wentz. but still

So now, we move to 2006. this is where ryden becomes real as hell.

Ryan and Brendon both were dating scene queens (you can see my posts of Brendon and Audrey here and Ryan and Jac here)

The relationships didn’t last too long, and after the couples split the girls both claimed the boys to to be gay together.

There is also a supposedly leaked conversation between the girls where they again claim that R&B (lol) are gay together.

slamcrashp33n: Hi. How big/small is brendon uries penis.
twiggofviolence: About 4.5 hard
twiggofviolence: I feel bad for him
slamcrashp33n: Dude me too.
twiggofviolence: Lets not start humilating rumors for him?
slamcrashp33n: Ahhahaha no way dude.
twiggofviolence: I trust u
slamcrashp33n: No. I trust youuuuu
twiggofviolence: he always wanted to have butt sex I think he might be
twiggofviolence: I wouldn’t let him though
twiggofviolence: That’s gnarly
slamcrashp33n: dude fuck yeah. Don’t let him do the flipover on you.
twiggofviolence: Fuck no
slamcrashp33n: Fuck yeah.
twiggofviolence: Him and ryan probably do now
twiggofviolence: I honestly think there’s something goin on
slamcrashp33n: Dude I’ve been calling that shit from the beginniing
slamcrashp33n: No one believes me!
twiggofviolence: Me too whenever I was on tour I’d wake up and they
would be sitting in the lounge together alone at like 7am
slamcrashp33n: That’s shady as shit. Did you call him on it back then?
twiggofviolence: Yeah he said there just “best friends” but he’d rather
sleep with ryan in the lounge then me sometimes in his bed
twiggofviolence: Go figure
twiggofviolence: I just thought he couldn’t sleep on the bus but now I’m
like wow..
slamcrashp33n: dude I always thought he used you as a cover up.
twiggofviolence: I wouldn’t be surpised
twiggofviolence: Honestly haha
slamcrashp33n: Wow that’s some traumatizing shit.
slamcrashp33n: Yo do you have a british accent?
twiggofviolence: Haha sucks for him more I’d hate to be fmaous and try
and hide that I’m gay
twiggofviolence: Nah
slamcrashp33n: Dude if he’s gay then he should be proud. Wellll all of
his 11 yr old followers wouldn’t be fans anymore so I guess I see why he
hies it
slamcrashp33n: Hidesss
twiggofviolence: Haha yeha he’s probaly embaressed since all him fans
are so younge they would be confused
slamcrashp33n: They probably wouldn’t even know what gay was
twiggofviolence: True
slamcrashp33n: Dude jac didn’t answer when I asked her about ryan. Do
you know?
twiggofviolence: Hahaha nope no clue
slamcrashp33n: I bet brendon knows hahhaa
twiggofviolence: Oh duh
slamcrashp33n: Okay I’m off. Thanks for the info.
twiggofviolence: Have fun tell everyone u know
twiggofviolence: Haha
slamcrashp33n: Hhhahah yeah I figured you didn’t really care about
humiliating rumors

so that brings us to the most important event in recorded history ever! summer of 2006! 

First off, a ridiculously important interview Greta Salpeter from the Hush Sound did after they toured with panic:

Q: Tell us about your craziest touring experience.

On the 2006 Panic Tour, we played the House of Blues in Myrtle Beach [JUNE 24TH]. After the show, most of the bands and crew walked a mile to the beach and, having not brought our swimsuits, decided to swim in underwear or totally nude. Bob and I opted to skinny dip and, at one point, he was trying to get back to the shore but the waves were crashing over him and he was gasping for breath. I yelled to him, ‘Bob, are you going to live? As much as I want to help you, we are both naked so I can’t.’ (Would have been far too awkward). Thankfully, he survived in one glorious piece. 

The next night, Ryan made this infamous entry on his livejournal:

6-25-06 01:21:28 PDT - (No Subject)

The moon bred new Atlantic life tonight.the salt burned you right out of my eyes.and secrets we’re not proud of were taken with the tide. We were all newborns with blurred vision and no sense of direction.

Today I saw cancer, cigarettes and shortness of breath.
this is why I walk to the ocean.swim with jellyfish.I may never get this chance again.
this is why if you want to kiss you should kiss.
If you want to cry you should cry, and
if you want to live you should live.
You don’t have to love me. You already did. At least enough to keep me smiling from South Carolina to Virginia.it’s for lovers (orjustfriends)
This is why I do it.

Then Dream, one of the dancers who was on tour with them at the time, also wrote this in her journal:

June 24th, 2006
It’s our last night in Florida and let me tell you… this finally turned into a crazy rock tour… lots of shenanigans happened tonight… but I’ll save this story for the memoirs! Every night I stand on stage and tell the crowd that Brendon is a virgin… let’s just put it this way… it ain’t true!!!!

(Here’s a cute video where Brendon looks good as hell and Ryan says he’s no longer a virgin)

Then, the end of summer. Panic play an iconic show at the MTV VMAs at the end of August (a video for anyone who hasn’t seen.) This is where Ryan meets Keltie who becomes his girlfriend for a while.

2007 comes and passes and not a lot happens, as they were away (fucking) in a cabin and writing Pretty. Odd. However, something important did happen!! 

Ryan’s 21st birthday. His party was in New York City

Brendon wasn’t in NYC at the time, he was in rainy Seattle (important!!!). After the party, Ryan flew out to Seattle (apparently not warming Keltie). 

*scooby doo villain voice* and he would’ve gotten away with it too if it wasn’t for those darn fan pics!

(I couldn’t find the original picture I’m sorry to whoever this fan, this hero is)

This event is believed to be the inspiration to Northern Downpour (Seattle is rainy and in the north… ryden is real) The song also had the lyrics,

I missed your skin when you were east,

You clicked your heels and wished for me.

Ryan was in the east coast….. anyway………

finally, 2008. Good year for ryden.

First off, here’s something from on Dylan Urie’s (Brendon and Shane’s dog) myspace:

Aug 11, 2008 7:33 PM
Subject:  awaking from summer dreams is never easy,  
Body:  but being awoken makes it so much worse.

as summer comes to an end we lose and gain so much.
summer lovers become part time lovers, then slowly fade to just a simple memory.
maybe it’s not so simple to some of us, though.
maybe we can’t just forget at the first leaf of autumn.
maybe we remember every detail until our last breath of air.
maybe we really aren’t okay when asked.
maybe we’re holding on, as we watch them let go.

sometimes, it is quite apparent that our “significant other” doesn’t feel the same.
we deal, because we know that there has to be something there.

a twinkle in an eye. a shock when we kiss. whatever it is, it’s there.
and maybe one day they’ll notice it too.

you know, i’ve never really liked days off.
they make me think too much.

it’s time to start loving to live, not living to love.
we can only give so much without anything in return.

this was pretty much just something i completely made up because i wanted to say i had a totally awesome summer.
then again, maybe it’s not so fictional for most of us after all?
summer’s almost over kiddos.
time to get back to filling those brains of yours’ with knowledge or maybe just nonsense with a degree.

stay smart,

You’ll start to notice that in several of both Ryan and Brendon’s lyrics (even now), they repeatedly refer to “living in a dream” or things along that line. (if you look back to the poem posted on Dylan’s myspace, the subject line reads “awaking from summer dreams are never easy.”)

Finally, in March 2008, Pretty. Odd. is released. the most important album of all time. The album had repeated references to the ocean (where ryden supposedly has sex), the summer, and dreams.

Northern Downpour “we should feed our jewelry to the sea
When the Day Met the Night. “in the middle of summer”
Behind the Sea (self explanatory)
Folkin’ Around “Allow me to exaggerate a memory or two Where summers lasted longer than Longer than we do”
She Had the World “Throwing a line out to sea To see if I can catch a dream”
From a Mountain in the Middle of the Cabins “Watch love get strangled by a kite’s cold strings Fall comes early and summer leaves As a storm with the car keys”
She’s a Handsome Woman “Reverie” is another word for dream.
Northern Downpour “If all our life is but a dream”
Behind the Sea “A daydream spills from my corked head”
She Had the World “Throwing a line out to sea to see if I can catch a dream

Also something I noticed as I was looking through these lyrics (I noticed a lot but this is the only one where I’m not reaching too hard) in That Green Gentleman, these are the lyrics:

Little deaths in musical beds.
So it seems I’m someone I’ve never met.

You will only hear these elegant crimes,
Fall on your ears from criminal dimes.
They spill unfound from a pretty mouth. 

The word for orgasm is French translates into “little death.” I interperet the second verse to talking about when Jac and Audrey revealed Ryden, but thats just me.

Another thing that becomes important is references to the sun/moon. Most people consider Brendon to be the sun and Ryan to be the moon. Even today they still talk about this.

Also, there is many instances of Pretty. Odd. lyrics referencing a gay poet, Arthur Rimbaud.

Mas as Rabbits: We must reinvent love.

AR: I don’t like women, love must be reinvented, that’s for certain.

She’s a Hansome Woman: I wasn’t born to be a skeleton

AR: I wasn’t born to be a skeleton.

Behins the Sea: Yes, we’re all too smart to talk to God.

AR: Does he talk to God? Perhaps I myself should go talk to God.

Mad as Rabbits:  Preached the devil in the belfry

Also, just for bonus, I added in two of my fave ryden pictures of all time…..

in which ryans shirt button gets fucked up and Brendon’s shirt comes off… anyway….. here’s another picture (I’m trying to keep this as picture-free as possible because I know it makes it super hard on mobile users)

I am loving Ryan’s Brendon bracelet!

Another random thing: Spencer and Jon did an interview with out.com and had this to say:

Walker: And what’s the problem if Ryan and Brendon were actually dating, you know? There’s not really any problem with that.
Smith: Because they might be.

So now, 2009. The end of Ryden. 

Ryan and Jon left in July and there’s no more ryden. Now, we just have to use songs released by everyone’s side projects to get our Ryden fix (and there is so much……….)

The Young Veins (2010)

CAPE TOWN!: You asked me if I meant everything I said that night, I didn’t./I loved you, I left you, I lost you in Cape Town. (also: the last pre-split panic show was in Cape Town)

Maybe I Will, Maybe I Won’t:  Will you come visit me, finally finding sleep, we’ll swim around in dreams, stay afloat

Everyone But You:  She comes to me when I dream, I’m tired of counting sheep to see her, I sleep because I need her.

Dangerous Blues:  All I do is lie by the ocean side/Even the tide gets high at night.

Lie to the Truth: I know I broke your heart, mine is broken too. Now if we’re even, why are we both blue?

Panic! at the Disco


Memories:  When they decided they would try to make it on their own/When July became December, their affection fought the cold. But they couldn’t quite remember, what inspired them to go.

Trade Mistakes:  I may never sleep tonight as long as you’re still burning bright. If I could trade mistakes for sheep, count me away before you sleep. I’ll stay awake till I trade my mistakes or they fade away.

The Calender (confirmed to be about the split):  Put another X on the calendar, summer’s on its deathbed. There is simply nothing worse than knowing how it ends. And I meant everything I said that night. (last lyrics is a response to Cape Town)

Nearly Witches:  Matching set of marching clocks, the slumbering apparitions that they’ve come to wake up. (clearly referencing behind the sea)


Vegas Lights:  Oh, if you only knew what we’ve been up to, I guarantee you’d keep it secret. So give it to me now, we’re lost in a dream now


Hallelujah:  The time for being sad is over and you miss him like you miss no other, and being blue is better than being over it. (a response to Ryan’s question in Lie to the Truth)

Ryan Ross (2014)

Where I Belong: I know I should’ve never left, I’d gotten tired of being buried.

Lonely Moonlight: I’m not even going to decipher this the name is enough

So that’s the gist of it! I made this whole thing in five hours and by the time I finished it was 2am so forgive my typos. ryden is real

Lost My Way. (Tom Holland.)

Originally posted by takemespidey

Requested – No. This is like my comeback, I’m also sorry if it sucks ass.

Prompt – Famous actor Tom Holland has been in the film industry for years now after making it big as Spiderman and he loses himself along the way.

Warning – Douchebag!Tom. Angst. Fluff at the end.  

Words – 2,097.


The flashing lights headed towards Tom’s direction as he stood along the red carpet with his hand around his costar’s waist. He looked in her direction and noticed the smile on her face was fake. Almost everyone has a fake smile around the paparazzi and it was rare to find someone actually enjoying it. There once was a time when Tom could genuinely smile in front of cameras but that time is long gone.

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“..then i must”  [an instrumental playlist inspired by diana prince]

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1. Forest Calling - Lineage 2 | 2. Bjorn’s Choice  - Trevor Morris | 3. Maester - Ramin Djawadi | 4. Towers of the Void - Brian Reitzell | 5. Suspended Dream - Stuart Earl   | 6. We are all to blame - Rupert Gregson Williams  | 7. The Lady in the Lake - Daniel Pemberton | 8. Hitler Youth - Dominic Lewis | 9. The Legend of Excalibur - Daniel Pemberton | 10. The Necklace - Dominic Lewis | 11. Mountains - Hans Zimmer | 12. Hawthorne Abedsen - Dominic Lewis | 13. A Nation of Thieves - Bear McCreary | 14. No Man’s Land - Rupert Gregson Williams

The problem with Women and Superhero shows

You know what’s really frustrating? How many TV shows,especially  superhero TV shows aimed at young people absolutely refuse to do something as simple as make sure that their show is gender balanced.Or show female characters have any connection with other women. Superhero shows are meant to inspire us, to show us a better way and yet they seem to hate the very idea of actually spending any time on female characters

Just look at all the TV shows we had till now .Can you think of one show where the the men don’t outnumber the women? Arrow, The Flash, Supergirl, Legends of Tomorrow, Agent Carter…….the only one which actually bothered to some degree  was Agents of Shield*

Arrow is horrible when it comes to it’s treatment of female characters. We all know that. But they are also horrible when it comes to the actual presence of female characters.. And they don’t learn. Oliver’s new team of vigilantes had a 3;1 male to female ratio. Was there ANYTHING preventing them from making Rene or Rory a girl? And look at how isolated Felicity is from other girls. She has zero female friends

The Flash is also very much a guy show and Caitlin and Iris barely even interact with each other. Again was there anything to prevent Julian from being a girl? No. They absolutely refuse to include more female characters

Legends of Tomorrow has a two girl maximum. At least in the first seaosn Sara and Kendra were friends but now Sara barely even seems to talk to Amaya. And again there was nothing preventing them from making Nate a girl. Hell his issues with being sheltered and feeling helpless his whole life would have been even more impact if he was a girl

And the few shows we have which are supposed to be about girls? They are cringe inducing when it comes to these issues and absolutely get worse with time

Agent Carter was male dominated and the only somewhat female light in the show was Carter’s friendship with Angie. And they snuffed this completely in the second season in favor of a shitty love triangle. And don’t get me started in how they took a brilliant female historical figure and turned her into a pathetic villain

Supergirl is probably the worse when it comes to this. Look at how the show started. Although Winn has improved he started as a creepy toxic male geek. One of his very first lines was thinking that Kara was a lesbian because she didn’t want him. And when Kara turned him down he made her feel guilty and apologize to him. And he was presented as her best and ONLY friend. Kara Danvers had no female friends. Do you realize how insane this is?. Still season 1 wasn’t quite as bad. Kara had Cat as a female mentor, she overcome her hesitancy and develop respect and friendship with Lucy and James although he had a few minor glitches like his reaction to the Red Kryptonite was a goddamn awesome and healthy male character. But in season 2?

Although the introduction of Maggie and her realtionship with Alex is excellent it’s the ONLY bright spot. Everything else ruined the little they had. They ditched Cat in favor of Snapper, Lucy disappeared in the void of unappreciated female characters and instead we got freaking Mon El. The very definition of bland pretty boy. James was turned into some fragile insecure boy who feel threatened by by Kara’s status, Winn actually actively sabotaged Kara just so he and James can shine and again don’t get me started on Mon El. M’gann should have been one of the bright sides of this season but he was barely used. We got see more of Mon El’s fuck then of a fascinating and complex character like M’gann. The ONLY female friend Kara has is Lena and you know they are going to fuck with this,

Literally all of these shows actively isolate women from interacting with other women. Female friendship is treated as some flaky thing that can easily be ignored and erase while male friendship is celebrated and iconic. Just look at Oliver and Diggle, Barry and Cisco. On Legends they pushed Nate and Ray and Ray and Mick to bond and become friends  while Mick and Snart were beyond celebrated and iconic. On Supergirl they put more attention on Winn and James friendship then on any interaction Kara had with a girl that wasn’t her sister

Female friendships gets none of this. The closest we ever came was Carter and Angie’s and Sara and Kendra’s (and come to think of Sara and Sin) . And all of them got only a fraction of the time spent on male friendships and was erased completely later on never to be mentioned again

The only chance girls get when it comes to friendship is with male characters and this is often either a prelude to or baiting of a realtionship


*I am not gonna get into the Netflix shows as well since this already got too long but they have their own issues as well. Not quite as horrible as the CW shows but still bad


I’ve been meaning to write something for the Hell’s Studio AU because I love it a lot, and these posts finally inspired me. Anyway I wrote this really fast so it’s not great but here we go. AU belongs to @doodledrawsthings

Bendy uses invisible ink for practical jokes. Sammy’s revenge is a dish served sticky.

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it-is-cool-not-cute  asked:

I just love ur fafic! U r a really good writer!! I kinda have a weird request it is okay if u won't write it Can I have a chanyeol and rapmonster threesome That would be hella hot oh god I need holy water Thank u in advance


“You rappers are something serious.” You complained looking up at the crumpled-up paper that had lyrics jotted down on it.

“What do you mean we rappers?” Namjoon asked with a slight growl. Chanyeol lifted his head in your direction with an eyebrow raised.

“I mean you guys are making me work on this stupid ass song when I have no inspiration.” You grumbled rolling over on your stomach staring down at the paper. Namjoon lifted a hand to reach over your body and slap your ass cheeks causing them to jiggle as he smirked.

“Your lyrics were good, that’s why we told you to keep them. Get a few more inspirational ideas and you’ll have it.” Chanyeol said soothingly rubbing a hand up and down your leg before him and Namjoon started to go back to working on their own pieces. You all had been good friends despite working under different labels. While the boys were popular and well known, you were a rookie about to debut in a few more days with a few more girls in the group. But here you were and you couldn’t think of what to say and nothing that you did gave you any inspiration. You felt hopeless right now. Looking between the two males you smirked softly biting your lips.

“Oh Chanyeol~” You cooed out crumpling the paper back up throwing it onto the floor.

“Y/N. No.” Namjoon started with a slight growl.

“You don’t have to play, I asked Chanyeol anyway.” You stuck out your tongue at an angry Namjoon who scoffed and went back to his work. Chanyeol on the other hand watched you with nervous eyes. Licking over his lips quickly he didn’t say anything to you but you could see all the unspoken words in him. Smirking you crawled over to him on your hands and knees until you were pushing your hands up on his broad chest and around his shoulders playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. Letting your legs wrapped around his waist, and slowly you started to grind against him. Moaning out at feeling him under you, Chanyeol sighed in defeat already leaning back against the seat he watched you with his hands on your hips. He would always give into your every demand. It’s been like that since you were all younger, let’s just say that you were each-others first in some way or another. And you had gone to do whenever you needed them and they never disappointed you always giving you what you want.

“Daddy.. I need motivation. Won’t you give it to me?” You asked with pouty lips circling your hips slowly feeling his bulge starting to poke you through your pants right against your crotch. Chanyeol moaned softly gripping harder at your hips he brought you closer to him gripping your hair with one hand pushing your foreheads against one another.

“Don’t do it to me.” He groaned softly pleading almost.

“I need you.” You softly whined grinding hard against him giving out a particular high pitched moan that you normally gave out when you were close to cumming.

“Fuck.” He growled crashing his lips against yours, tongue licking on your bottom lip sucking on it as he sealed your lips off with a kiss. He groaned snapping his hips up against yours feeling your center become hotter he knew that you were going to become needier by the second.  Throwing you onto the couch, he got on top of you, his hands gripped at your pants pulling them down quickly with a huff. Not even moving them all the way off your feet, he gripped at your panties trying to get them off of you as quickly as possible. Looking down at your pussy he moaned leaning close to you he sucked on your pussy lips slowly licking up and down your slit pulling back. He sat down on the couch wrapping one arm around your waist to grab under your thigh he spread your legs wider looking over at Namjoon who was gritting his teeth trying his hardest not to look at what you two were doing. Chanyeol rubbed two fingers up and down your slit, knowing that you liked the burn he slipped both fingers inside of you thrusting them quickly, curving them instantly to hit your spot and earn a cry of approval from your lips.

“Come on hyung don’t give into her.” Namjoon sighed feeling his own dick throb into the confines of his own pants.

“I know you want her too. You can say you don’t but I can see that bulge. We might as well give her inspiration. Besides it will give her something to work for, and you can give her mouth something to get inspired on as well.” Chanyeol winked at Namjoon starting to shake his hand side to side to get you wetter your juices sliding from your pussy as you cried out squirting onto his hands after a few minutes of simple playing around.

“Touch me baby. Give it to me.” He rasped against your ear hotly biting on the lobe. Your hand reached over shaking lightly pressing against his bulge rubbing it with your palm. Fingers moving up to drag down the zipper and unsnap the button you shoved your hands into his boxers gripping his shaft stroking it slowly. Moaning against your ear Chanyeol kept up the speed of his hand and you matched his pace causing you both to moan on the couch your body slouched lightly in his hold you let your heard roll back so that you could chant his name out. Namjoon couldn’t take it, the both of you moaning and his mind wasn’t helping aid his dirty thoughts about what was going on but even a little side of him got curious and he wanted to see though his more responsible side of the brain told him not to look. And he wished he would have because as soon as he looked at the both of you his restraint was lost. Your parted lips and face full of pleasure though sweat dripped down your quivering body. The sounds your pussy made, how your tiny hand tried to wrap around all of Chanyeol’s shaft and get him off.

Namjoon stood up taking off of his leather jacket, moving to sit beside the both of you, Namjoon gripped at your chin roughly smashing your lips together, eliciting a whimper from your lips as the kiss was made with mostly teeth and biting. “Ruining my work.” He growled out into your mouth rubbing his fingers against your clit. Your hips snapped against his fingers feeling immense pleasure from Chanyeol’s and Namjoon’s fingers combined. Namjoon dominated the kiss claiming your mouth letting his free hand move to unzip his pants and pull out his dick from the confines of his boxers. He was so hard his tip was swollen red and precum leaked out from it.

“Suck off Namjoon baby girl.” Chanyeol urged shifting your body a bit. You obeyed breaking the kiss you leaned your mouth down you licked across the tip of his shaft but before you could tease he roughly grabbed your hair and shoved his dick in your mouth. He started to thrust his hips up and down at a rapid pace face fucking you. You were choking spit quickly falling from your parted cheeks. Your eyes burned but you flicked your tongue against the underside of his dick against his sensitive vein trying to give him pleasure. Namjoon was loving it watching you he aided Chanyeol sliding two of his own fingers inside of your pussy thrusting them in and out when one pushed in the other slid out fucking you and scissoring you open. Your pussy was throbbing and wrapping around both of their digits you were wet. You were so closed to cumming but your cries of pleasure were swallowed by the choking sounds that you were delivering onto Namjoon’s shaft. Your eyes drifted shut as you continued to suck him off as he controlled the pace. Your hand worked faster on Chanyeol’s dick and he was thrusting his hips up into your hand, his orgasm getting closer and closer to the brim. The whole room was filled with grunts and cries of pleasure. Of course, you were the first to cum with the fingers jamming into your spot it was too much to take, releasing on their fingers your body shook between the both of them. Once you rode out your orgasm Chanyeol came next tick white ropes onto his pants and your hands. You felt the warm cum warming up your hands and fingers. Next Namjoon who was pounding his dick down your throat almost loving how you were crying he spilled his cum into your mouth not lasting long at all because he had been so hard. He jerked his hips harshly against your lips pausing while he emptied his load into your mouth. You licked it up greedily trying to make sure that everything was cleaned up. Namjoon let your head go slowly and looking at him with blown pupils you brought your hand up to your lips that were covered in cum to lick it off while watching him. Chanyeol was about to pounce on you but Namjoon stopped him removing his hand and licking your essence off his fingers.

“Don’t Chanyeol. She was a bad girl and she needs to know not to do that again. This was her inspiration. If she finishes, then she can have her reward.” Namjoon glared down at you and you retreated sinking into the couch. Chanyeol moved his hands nodding leaning over to kiss your jaw he slapped the inside of your thigh slowly.

“Get cleaned up and get to work baby girl. I need to get cleaned up as well, don’t get in trouble while I’m gone.” Chuckling he winked at you as Namjoon straightened up and lifted an eyebrow moving to his area once again.

“You could’ve at least helped me get dressed.” You muttered reaching down to grab at your pants.

“Well, if I even touched you again then we would be on the floor right now making a sex song and I’m sure our labels won’t be agreeing to that right off the bat don’t you think?” He teased with a smirk and gleeful eyes.

2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang

Last year, we had such a great time with the Louden Swain Writing Challenge (which turned into a mini bang) and the band LOVED seeing the results so we’re going to do it again! (Please be gentle with me as host, as this is my first time being involved with any kind of bang, much less hosting one.)

Let’s show Rob and the band some love by letting their songs inspire us!

I’m looking for BOTH writers and artists for this! Last year, we had art for every story (thanks to hours and hours of work by @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid ) and I’d love to do the same this year. Whether you’re drawing or making aesthetics or doing something else, WE WANT YOU. All art and stories will be put together, printed, put in a snazzy binder, and presented to the band at ChiCon!

Here are the rules:

Deadline for everything is June 30th. I will need time to put everything together, print it out, and assemble it. NO LATE ENTRIES! Last year I only gave myself a week, and I was still sorting through everything Friday night after karaoke. I’m not going to make a deadline to sign up, but if you sign up the week before the end, you will only have a week to complete your part.

- You will be expected to work with writers so the art reflects the story. Whether you pick a song you like and get together with the writer, or pick a writer you like and get together on a song, it doesn’t matter to me. 
- If you’d like me to pair you with a writer, let me know, and I will match you up with someone.
- When you’re making your art, keep in mind that it will be pasted into a Word document, printed on letter-sized paper, and put into a sheet protector in a binder. You might want to print out what you make to see how it looks on the page. 
- You can post your art in your own post and tag me and #2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang or submit it to me through my blog or send it to me via carrier pigeon (please don’t send it via carrier pigeon, I have cats) or drop me a line and I’ll give you an email address to send it to.
- I will need cover art! Last year’s cover was beautifully drawn by @vyles-ray as a favor to me when I freaked out about needing a cover. If you have an idea for cover art, let me know, and we can talk!

- Can be any pairing or ship, reader-insert or OC, or even no pairing, whatever floats your boat. Please no RPF. 
- Please no smut. Anything else is up for grabs. Or maybe just a headcanon kind of thing.
- Pick a song and SEND ME AN ASK with the song you have picked to sign up. I will update this post with the songs taken. Songs will be assigned on a first come, first serve basis.
- You can’t write for the same song you wrote about last year. This is to ensure variety in the stories from year to year.
- Tag me in your fic, plus use the tag #2017 Louden Swain SPN Mini Bang. You can also submit your fic to me through my blog, or send me a message and we can discuss the pigeon and email options. (Really prefer no pigeons.)
- You must use a Keep Reading feature if your fic is posted to Tumblr and over 500 words.
- Your fic can either be a story based on the song or just have it somehow highlight the song. Since Rob will get to read these, I’d rather the fics be more relevant than just a song playing on the radio in the background, but do what you can.
- Your fic can also be a part of another challenge, BUT make your fic relevant to the song you choose, please! (Basically, please do more for this challenge than having a Louden Swain song playing in the background.)
- If I haven’t liked or reblogged your post within a couple days, let me know I missed it!

UPDATE - Audio & Video submissions!

I have been convinced to add audio/video submissions to the project! What I will do is link them to the masterpost for the whole project, and dedicate a page in the book directing the readers to the masterpost to find links to the other submissions. (I’ll list the submissions, too, with whatever description you’d like me to add, so it won’t just be a throwaway line, it will be clear how many videos, etc are there to be seen.)

List of songs and participants signed up so far:

Able-Legged Heroes:
Grandma’s Song - @lifeonsarz 
St. Louis - @iwantthedean 

Neurosis - @witty-ass-username-here 

Suit and Tie:
Suit and Tie - @wonderange 

A Brand New Hurt:
Downtown Letdown - @mrswhozeewhatsis
Medicated - @supernaturalwiki 

Help You (single) - @samsexualdeancurious 

Like The Heart Goes - @thing-you-do-with-that-thing 
Eskimo - @alangel1895 
Worlds Collide - @kraken-with-a-plan 
She Waits - @sams-little-toy 
Be Me - @mysupernaturalfics 
Wave - @padamooseandgrasshopper 
Past Perfect - @deansleather 

Sky Alive:
Cool If I Come Over - @mandilion76 
Fifteen - @multi-fan-dom-madness 
Hey Darlin - @impala-dreamer 
Bandaged Hand - @manawhaat 
Honey Bee - @winchestergirl-13 
Angela - @wideawakeandwriting 

No Time Like The Present:
Change the Locks - @toastiel 
Amazing - @growningupgeek 
Leg Up - @i-dont-understand-that-url 
Night Light - @scorpiongirl1 
Juliet - @roxy-davenport 
Numb - @trollhunter94 

I’ve decided to add The Station Breaks as a side project to this since Rob has either written or co-written all of their songs, too!

The StationBreaks:
Gone - @littlegreenplasticsoldier 
The Rest - @mrswhozeewhatsis 
Just Walk Away - @leatherwhiskeycoffeeplaid 
Autumn Back - @lifeonsarz 

@thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @roxy-davenport have both offered to do aesthetics for anyone looking for an artist to pair up with! Send them a message if you’re interested!

Please spread the word to anyone I might miss in the tags below who you think might be interested!

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It’s been a while. A year, if we want to be accurate. It has been a hard year for many of us, who are working at the Raycord project. Some of us went through some life-changing events, some have taken up a new job, some just went through a series of obstacles and some have lost their close relatives… It seems like a whole life has passed by. What about our project? Strangely enough it has survived.

So, in a few words: THE PROJECT IS ALIVE.

But while it is alive, it has undergone miserable changes for the past year, not to mention that we’re unsure even about its basic concept. In fact, we don’t know if we’re going to hold onto the MLP universe or just straight make up something of our own, inspired by the original series. It’s not like we had a lot in common to begin with, besides our characters… And the main fight still goes on with the coding, more than with anything else. What we want more than anything else is to make a QUALITY platformer, smooth and comfortable in controls, which turns out to be a hard thing to do. Especially if you barely have any time to spare on it.

To be really honest with you, a few times we thought about closing our project for good. We’re still thinking about that. To be honest, we were going to just close it today and straight up publish all that we’ve done on the game up until now. But, while we are making at least some progress, we decided to go on. After all - it is simple to give up, but to fight on is where the real challenge is.

So, to sum up - is the project closed? Not yet. Will you see some progress on it soon? Don’t know. How long we’re going to keep developing? No idea. Is there a possibility that we’ll close up the project before finishing? Yes.

But for now the fight goes on. And in our time, spare from work, stresses, disasters and other things that make our lives exciting, we’re going to keep working on the project. No promises though. Anyway, thanks for everyone who still follows us and patiently waits! I hope that we’ll be able to publish some good news and next time it will be sooner than a year!

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I have a new theory about the recent image posted by the Overwatch Twitter. Seems to me like they’re POSSIBLY hinting at Efi making something for Lucio? We know he’s headed to Numbani for a concert and that she’s a fan, so me thinks she’s creating something to give him or creating something in his honor. 

Also, not necessarily based off the tweet, but my sister @qrowpins had this really cool idea for the next animated short where Lucio is battling bad guys on his way to his concert. Perhaps the next short we get will be similar to that concept, since we know a baddie is on the loose in Numbani? And that in turn will draw the attention of newly reformed Overwatch or inspire him to reach out to them? Only time will tell! 👀


Part two of meeting Jon!

(Please don’t repost these anywhere! Just like/reblog thanks!)

“But Taylor you just met him like 3 weeks ago….” yes but I was already planning on going to this con after I’d already bought my tickets for the first time I met him. I don’t take it for granted and when opportunity knocks…..

Right off the bat at the autograph table he called me sweetheart. I told him I saw him in Houston a couple weeks back and that I had been nervous and forgotten something I wanted to tell him. He replied “don’t be nervous” and it was just uGh he’s so sweet. He told me that I looked great…I screamed internally. As we chatted I told him that he’s such an inspiration to me. I told him that my friends would text me and tell me to “make Jon proud” and he was so flattered he said “you do make me proud” and then he chuckled a little when I told him that he was my graduation present. He congratulated me and asked me where I went to school. He wrote on the autograph “congrats girl….make me proud…” When we took the pic by the table he told me he appreciated what I told him, called me sweetheart like a dozen times, and he hollered “congratulations!” as I walked away.

LOL NOW FOR THE PHOTO OP! Got some good old fashioned Jon humor. It was so late in the day when I met him and I don’t blame him at all for not processing what all I said cuz for one I was so NERVOUS and I talk really fast but anyways I asked for the pose (hands on my face) and for whatever reason he was like “your neck?” AND HE GRABBED MY NECK WITH HIS GIANT HAND. MY NECK. FINGERS WRAPPED AROUND MY NECK. I laughed and was like “no! My face!” And he held my face (haha help me) and that chest of his mmmm ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) nice and firm. After the pic he smiled REALLY big at me and goes “sorry about the throat mama” and I was like don’t even apologize for that (cuz helloooo). And then he made THAT face in the pic. He’s such a goof and I’m so endeared by it.

Probably my favorite thing though besides all that, was hearing other people talk about how nice he was to them. Warms my heart.

(Also the Marines tshirt casual Frank amirite?)

anonymous asked:

Kookie ^^ if you and jimin had to be in a couple costume what would you two dress up as? Aside from bunny and cabbage since u already did that ^^

JK: Well, we asked our hyungs for some ideas … and all I can say is that I blame Jin hyung and his puns…   

Survival 101: Wristbands (Part 2)

Pairings: Bellamy / Reader

Warnings: Violence, Swearing…

A/N: I am honestly overwhelmed by how amazing the support has been for this story. I’ve had so many messages, posts, likes, reblogs… I just couldn’t have imagined it! So truly, Thank you to each and everyone of you who read the first part. I hope you like the second. 

Jasper’s has been taken and a search party needs to be assembled. But first there’s that awful questions of wristbands… 

@angelaiswriting @georgiagrl1990 @selldraug @angryares @thenovarose

Survival 101: Earth (Part One) here


“Come on get up! Monty get up we have to move”

“Monty!” you grabbed the kids arm yanking him to his feet once more staring straight into his eyes “move your feet or I’ll cut them off. Choose”

That made him move as you all ran from the cliff scrambling through the undergrowth to the shore running as fast as possible until you had no choice but to stop, breathing hard and gasping for air.

“We are so screwed” Octavia was leaning a hand on your back as you gulped in big gasps of oxygen. From behind you all there was sudden scream, pained and male. Jasper.

“He’s alive” Clarke twisted out of Finn’s grasp running for the tree’s and back the way they had come.

“Clarke wait! Get out of the trees. Clarke!”

“Fuck it all” you got back to your feet, running after Clarke, back to where Jasper was screaming. “Griffin!”

“We can’t just leave him”

Actually that’s exactly what you would have done, but luckily not everyone had your moral compass. Instead you ended up exactly where you had just left, almost running into Clarke’s back where she had stopped mouth open.

“He’s gone”

You followed her gaze, finding the space where Jasper had been laid empty. The ground stained red with his blood, but Jasper himself, gone.

“Where is he?” Monty asked desperately, having caught up with the rest of you. Octavia behind him. “Where’s Jasper?”

“They took him”

“Took him where?” Monty was starting to sound hysterical.

“We have to get out of here” you grabbed Octavia “Come on, we have to get back. Now”

“We can’t just leave him” Monty was begging turning to Finn and Clarke. “Guys please we can’t just leave Jasper”

“Yes we can” you insisted “we have no idea who or what is out there, we have what one knife between us all? We need to leave”

“Sawyers right” Finn agreed squeezing Monty’s shoulder “we have to go and warn the others. Then we’ll come back for Jasper”

Monty was sniffing obviously trying to hold back tears but he nodded following as you all started moving from the edge.

“Sawyer what’s going to happen?” Octavia whispered leaning heavily on your side as you helped her walk along, her leg had been bitten worse than you’d first imagined.

“I don’t know O” this didn’t sound all that comforting so you continued “Nothing’s going to happen to you, you know I won’t let it”

“I know” she tightened her grip on your waist “will you come back for Jasper?”

“Do you want me to?”

“You’re the only one who could fight them Sawyer”

You were sure that wasn’t entirely true but you let her think it anyhow. “Alright”


“I’ll take some of the others and go and bring Jasper back”

“Thank you”

You wanted to say don’t thank me yet or something equally bleak. After all you’d seen the spear enter Jaspers chest. It would have taken pin point accuracy to get it into Jaspers ribcage without hitting a major organ. You’d been training since you were old enough to walk with your uncle and the guard, even you couldn’t have made that throw. If they had done it on purpose… well you wouldn’t want to try and fight someone who could make that throw.

In the face of Octavia’s hope though you simply smiled and nodded encouragingly at her, still helping her limp along.


The Camp had erupted by the time you all got back into the area above the dropship. Wells had a knife to Murphy’s neck and everyone was screaming and shouting something about ‘whatever the hell we want’.

Clarke pushed her way through the crowd “Wells, Wells let him go” she ran head first into the fight grabbing Well’s and yanking him away from Murphy with Finn running along behind her. Bellamy grabbed Murphy before he could jump back towards Wells snapping something at him.

“What the hell happened?” he demanded scanning the group coming back, seeing you holding Octavia up he marched over taking her waist and lifting her down the small ledge. “O? You alright?”

“Yeah” she pulled away from him looking up to you “I’m fine, Sawyer sorted it”

Bellamy glanced up at you and you could see the dislike swimming in his eyes. He obviously didn’t want to share Octavia’s gratitude with anyone. “Where’s the food?”

“We didn’t make it to Mount Weather. We were attacked”

Wells who from the look on his face when Clarke mentioned someone had attacked them was in love with the blonde girl was the one who asked “Attacked! Attacked by what?”

“Not what but who” eyes turned to you, as you watched worried faces turn to fear. “It turns out we are not the only merry bunch on this planet”

“Yeah when the last man from the ground died on the ark, well turns out he wasn’t the last grounder” Somehow Finn had managed to move Clarke away from Wells and you looked between the three of them. You’d literally been down on earth for little more than 24 hours and you could already smell the petty teenage jealousies about to erupt between them.

“It’s true” Clarke was using her big girl voice, the one you used to hear from her in class when she tried to repeat one of her mother’s lectures in a somewhat Councillor tone of voice. “Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors. The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won’t kill us”

“Yeah the bad news is the grounders will” you muttered mainly to yourself but you knew Bellamy had heard you as he glanced up once more.

“Where’s the other kid?” Wells asked Clarke “the one with the goggles”

“They took him. The grounders took him”

You were still watching Bellamy as Clarke announced this to the group and you saw the initial shock on his face change to calculation. You could see when someone was considering how to use information for their own good. You had grown up around manipulation and blackmail and right now Bellamy Blake was planning something.

“Where’s your wristband?” Clarke demanded holding up Well’s arm pulling at his sleeve to see his now empty wrist. Wells yanked his arm free pointing at Bellamy and Murphy.

“Ask them”

Clarke stalked over to where Bellamy, you and Octavia were stood. “How many?”

“24 and counting” Murphy was beaming like this was some sort of massive achievement to be celebrated. His eyes met your own and the smile moved to something else, something that made your stomach twist in revulsion. “What about you beautiful? Want to free yourself”

You closed the gap between you and Murphy. “The first time you try and touch me Murphy you’ll lose more than your fingers” your eyes flicked down to his crotch leaving him in no doubt exactly what you meant. Where the knife you’d slid from you belt was now tapping rhythmically against his thigh.

“Sawyer” Clarke pulled you back with a warning glare and a shake of her head. “And you!” she rounded on Bellamy and Murphy in full on princess mode now. “You idiots! Life support on the ark is failing that’s why they sent us down here. They need to know the ground is survivable again and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands you’re not just killing them, your killing us”

People were faltering, staring at their wrists. Many of the delinquents still had families up on the ark who they loved and wanted to see again. The one’s who’d been convinced already to take the wristbands off were suddenly looking vaguely ill. You thought maybe Bellamy had lost them until he stepped forward once more.

“We’re stronger than you think. Don’t listen to her, she’s one of the privileged. If they come down here she’ll have it good. How many of you can say the same? We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm makes you a prisoner. We are not prisoners anymore! They say they’ll forgive your crimes. I say you’re not criminals. Your fighters! Survivors! The grounders should worry about us”

The delinquents screamed, once more swayed to his side. He had a presence you’d give him that, he’d extinguished any kind of doubt Clarke had inspired in moments. Not that she seemed to care she just shook her head at him muttering something about idiots before taking off back to the drop ship. You slipped the knife back in your belt following Bellamy as he moved away from the crowd.

“So what did you do?”

He jumped turning to find out who was speaking “Who said I did anything?”

“I’ve never seen anyone so desperate to stop something so sensible” you watched him blink rapidly “You’re not stupid Blake you know that if we’re going to survive down here we need the people on the ark, need the supplies and the weapons they bring. Yet instead you’re rallying people to do the exact opposite of what will lead to the ark arriving back on earth”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he didn’t sound convincing even to himself and it made him hate the young woman in front of him all the more for it.

“So what did you do? You’re too old to have been in the skybox with us, you never had a wristband to start with either so not one of the 100. I could almost believe you came down purely to save Octavia apart from the fact that your sweating like a pig over what should be a fairly simple question. What did you do?”

“You see way to much Sawyer Kane”

“Maybe” you let him lift your wrist up holding it so the sun glinted off the wristband still fully attached to your arm. “It’s not coming off Bellamy”

“And why exactly is that?” dropping your wrist he stared down at you, obviously rallying himself. “What did they ever do for you? Your own uncle had you thrown into the skybox. He was going to float you in what a few months? You must be nearly 18 by now”

“3 weeks” you offered helpfully, not at all bothered by his insinuations.

“3 weeks… so what exactly have they ever done to inspire your loyalty?”

You smiled taking a step forward so your face was close to his “You tell me I’ll tell you” He fell quiet very quickly at that. “Yeah I thought so” you turned to leave going to find Clarke once more when Bellamy stopped you grabbing you arm.

“We are going to talk about you and Octavia”

“Are we?” you pulled your arm free staring up at him “and who says we’re going to do that?”

“I do”

“Ah ah ah” your finger waved back and forth in front of his face “but I don’t want to and what was it you were saying earlier… oh yeah ‘whatever the hell we want’ right?”

You were obviously pissing him off, and quite a lot at that but before he could answer you Clarke found you instead of you finding her. She had determination on her face obviously ready for a fight.

“Sawyer, I need you to help me get Jasper back”


Clarke look awfully confused at your easy agreement but she managed to compose herself looking at Bellamy. “You, I hear you have a gun?”

Bellamy lifted his shirt showing the firearm in the belt of his pants. Well that explained a whole lot. Not one of the 100 would have been armed, it was confusing enough that Finn had managed to fashion a knife out of the wreckage. For Bellamy to have a gun was something else entirely. An idea was starting to form in your mind that you didn’t like all that much, about Bellamy Blake a gun and why he wanted no one from the ark to come down to earth.

“Good, you’re coming as well”

“And why would I do that?”

Clarke looked lost at that, obviously she had thought that you would be the one who would argue and Bellamy would simply agree to coming with her.

Taking the knife out of your belt you used the tip to raise his shirt once more, Bellamy stood very still as you looked at the gun then back at him. He wasn’t stupid and he could see knowledge of what he’d done on the ark on your face. He didn’t say anything though as you let his shirt fall back down again, hiding the gun.

“Because you want them to follow you” you span the knife around in your hand “and right now they’re only thinking 1 of us is scared”

Manipulation was obviously working on Bellamy as well as he managed to use it on others. “Fine, Murphy come with me, Atom, my sister doesn’t leave this camp. Is that clear?”

“I don’t need a babysitter” Octavia sounded more like a child than she probably wanted to.

“Anyone touches her they answer to me”

Octavia looked at you eyes begging “Sawyer, don’t just leave me here”

“You can’t have everything O. You either want me to save Jasper or stay here with you. Not both”

“I could come as well?”

You shook your head “Your leg would only slow us down. Not going to happen”

She looked furiously at both you and Bellamy showing just how much of a hormonal teenager she still was as she stormed off towards the drop ship. You weren’t too worried Octavia would calm down like usual and everything would carry on as normal.

“Alright let’s go” you shoved the knife back into you belt “where’s space walker?”

“He isn’t coming” Clarke sounded stoic but you could see the hurt in her eyes. “Find me Jasper Sawyer”

“Hey who says the nutcase with a knife gets to lead” Murphy piped up sneering at you. “How’s she know where she’s going?”

“Shut up Murphy” Bellamy pushed him back in line nodding at the woods surrounding you all. “After you then”

Heading back towards where Jasper had been taken you moved slowly, much slower than you had when you’d all ventured out only yesterday. After all yesterday you hadn’t known there’d been a scarily accurate spear throwing maniac out there and it wouldn’t do Jasper any good for his supposed rescue party to end up needing rescuing themselves.

Built a proof-of-concept today. I don’t even know what this is–a mini-chinampas-inspired tub concept? Or is this something everybody already knows about and I just can’t get the right search terms to spit it out? Or has everybody tried this already and failed and now we all know better except me?

Well, I had pond liner and a whiskey barrel planter and Azolla caroliniana and I’ve been making grow bags, so let’s see what happens.

One night, unusually, Eric and I were going out, but I couldn’t decide what to wear. I was taking a very long time to do my makeup and hair, putting on one dress, then another and another, throwing them all into a pile on the floor. Poor Eric had been ready for hours and was waiting patiently. He was so sweet—at least, in the early days. The worst he would say if I annoyed him was, “You’re a silly clown.”

While he waited for me he was in the sitting room, fiddling with his guitar. He went through phases in listening to music and at that time he liked a country singer called Don Williams. We talked about how beautifully simple his lyrics were, each song telling a story about everyday happenings. Eric had been thinking of writing something similar and had already worked on some music for it. Suddenly, as I was flinging dresses on and off, inspiration struck. When I finally got downstairs and asked the inevitable question, “Do I look all right?” he played me what he’d written:

“It’s late in the evening; she’s wondering what clothes to wear. She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair. And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?” And I say, “Yes, you look wonderful tonight.”
—  Pattie Boyd, Wonderful Tonight: George Harrison, Eric Clapton, and Me (2007)

Welcome to Lana Parrilla’s 2017 birthday project!

Official Twitter - twitter.com/embraceforlana

This year me and my friend decided to come up with something to all of Lana’s fans, the Evil Regals.

A couple months ago, Lana posted a picture on Instagram where she was using no make up. She also had her natural hair showing up. When she did this, she inspired lots of people to do the same, and it was beautiful. Seeing so many people accepting themselves as they are, opening themselves like that was amazing, and that’s what this project is gonna be about. The project is called Embrace The Natural You because that’s exactly what we are gonna do. We’re gonna take pictures using no make up and put it together on a video. (if you want to, you can show your natural hair too).

We’re gonna show her how brave she is for showing herself by showing her ourselves. We’re gonna show her how special she is and how special we are. This project is also a challenge. There are lots of times when I don’t feel beautiful enough, when I don’t feel beautiful at all.

This project is gonna challenge you all to accept yourselves, because you are beautiful, no matter what anyone says.

This project is about you finding strength, it’s about you raising your head and believing you are incredible, you’re everything. It’s about increasing your self-steem and about becoming yourself.

Above everything, it’s about making you smile.
And dear, I would love to see you smile. And I bet Lana would love it too.

So if you’re interested in joining the project, please read the instructions carefully.


- You need to take a picture of yourself using NO make up and no filter. Wash your face, smile and that’s it. If you feel like showing your natural hair, you can do it too.

ATTENTION: take the picture in HORIZONTAL POSITION. We won’t accept pictures in vertical position. Example:


- Send your picture to the e-mail embracingforlana@gmail.com with the subject EMBRACE THE NATURAL YOU. The deadline is JULY 1ST. You have until the FIRST DAY of July to send your picture. It gives you almost A MONTH, don’t be late.


- This is important! On the e-mail, please write:

. YOUR TWITTER USERNAME (if you have one)



PS. I need you to write this information, otherwise I can’t identify you on the video.


If you don’t speak english or portuguese, please ask for someone to translate your e-mail for you! If you send it in another language, I will have a VERY hard time to put it all together.


- Unfortunatelly not. The project is all about pictures of your pretty faces.


- Your ship doesn’t matter. Not right now. This is a ship free thing, this is ALL about YOU and LANA. I’m tagging the ships on the post only to make it easier to find.


- As Lady Gaga said once: “I’m beautiful in my way, I was born this way”. You’re beautiful. Don’t think for even a second that you’re less than that. If you need encouragement, here it is: YOU. ARE. PERFECT. So please, don’t let your insecurity keep you from joining this beautiful project. Do it for yourself, do it for us, do it for Lana.


Yes, I can guarantee that. The only thing I can’t ensure you is either she’s reacting or not.


- You can tweet me: twitter.com/berry_sck or my friend who also happens to be called Letícia twitter.com/mayormillls  - we’re gonna solve any doubts you have. You can also send us an e-mail in the address I gave you before: embracingforlana@gmail.com or message twitter.com/embraceforlana


Well, that’s it. I hope you all like it! Please spread the word to the world, ask your friends to join and embrace the natural you!

RT the official tweet: https://twitter.com/embraceforlana/status/872290009109463040

THANK YOU and let’s make her birthday a birthday filled with love!