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Kiss me, I'm Irish ☘

Just a little smutty Friends to Lovers (with no pining!) fun for this holiday, dedicated to @swallowedsong for various reasons. Sláinte! (rated M, 3000 words, AO3)

She almost choked on her green beer as her best friend’s feet came up off the ground as the burly, flanneled lumberjack (well, big guy in flannel shirt) at the bar planted a smacking kiss right on those unsuspecting lips. She’d told Killian what would happen if we wore that shirt, but he didn’t listen. Emma’s laughter is lost in the packed pub filled to the brim with St. Patrick’s Day revelers, but she knows Killian hears it, his telltale eyebrow lifting as Paul Bunyan releases him and gives him a jovial pat on the back.

“You had to know that would happen at some point, lad.”

“Aye, mate…sláinte!”

Emma shakes her head at Killian’s seemingly unflappable facade, watching as he shares a big grin and a toast with his kissing buddy at the end of the bar. But as he makes his way back to her she can see the signs of his mild embarrassment in the red glow of his pointy ears to the sheen of sweat at the hollow of his throat.

“Regretting that shirt yet?”

“Why Swan? That was the best kiss I’ve had all night.”

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Dating Bruce Wayne Would Include

(Btw I am using the Batman v Superman Bruce Wayne, y’all)

  • Not being entirely sure as to how it all even happened
    • On the off-chance that you’re one of Gotham’s minimal elite, you probably met Bruce at a charity gala and, for some reason beyond your comprehension, he picked you out of the other well-dressed women
    • In the higher likelihood that you don’t come from an affluent family, there’s a multitude of possibilities as to where you met: Maybe you were at a gala working as part of the catering company and he accidentally spilled red wine on you. Maybe you worked as an intern or temp or had a desk job somewhere in the Wayne Enterprise building in Gotham. Or maybe he just saw some assholes giving you a rough time and he stepped in and then offered to walk you home.

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One of the reasons the original Cybermen are so creepy and the later ones aren’t is, well, look at them. They don’t just look like shiny robots—the traces of their humanity are very obvious. And there’s something far more horrifying about one of those creatures saying “this is what we want to turn you into” than a cool, sleek robot saying it. Because let’s be honest, being a cool robot doesn’t sound all that bad—even the no emotions part might seem like a plus to some people. But when one of these guys stands before you and claims to be superior—to have improved themself—the horror and tragedy is immediately apparent.


Imagine Pidge on her period.

Pidge tries to hide it, of course. After all, she’s on a spaceship for of mostly dudes and she’s not sure if Allura gets an Altean equivalent, so she just tries to deal with it alone.

And for the most part she manages just fine. After all, spare socks serve well enough, as do the stolen gauze pads from first aid kits. And Altean toilet paper is, for some reason, way stronger than any brand on Earth.

So in that respect, she’s fine.

It’s hiding it from the guys that’s a problem. But they can sense that something’s off with Pidge, even though she won’t say. And she’s hiding it because she knows how they’d react.

First of all, there’s Coran. Who would ask her a lot of questions about this human biological phenomenon. And normally, Pidge would be understanding and wouldn’t mind answering. Just not when she’s in pain and suffering.

Keith would kind of avoid her. I mean, he’s never really been around people in general, never mind girls. And Shiro, though he would try to be supportive and understanding, grew up with a bunch of brothers. So no. Our beloved Spacedad wouldn’t really get it.

But to the shock of everyone, it’s not sweet, always-looking-out-for Pidge Hunk that figured it out first.

It’s Lance.

It took Lance about 20 seconds to figure out Pidge was on her period. And even though he never told the others what was wrong with Pidge, they grew even more suspicious when Lance starts doing weird things for Pidge.

Lance tells Hunk to make something as close to chocolate ice cream as he can. He describes a hot water bottle to Coran to see if there’s an Altean equivalent. He lends Pidge his headphones and music player and asks Allura about extra pillows and blankets. He even convinces Shiro to let Pidge sit in her room with her laptop when moving became too painful for her.

Now, the others eventually figure out what’s going on. I mean, they’re not stupid. But only Keith has the nerve to ask Lance how knew what to do.

Lance simply shrugs. “When you have four sisters, you learn things.”

(Sorry. I just love the idea of Lance knowing how to handle girl problems.)

At the end of the day- this is me. This is my body.
There is no reason to hate it. It carried me through horrible times, it has it’s marks and flaws but it’s mine.
And I will treat it with respect.

This is a promise that I’m making to myself. I *will* treat my body and myself with respect. I will love myself.
Starting now.

So I have this little headcanon of Felassan’s spirit, like, “haunting” Solas whenever he’s in the Fade:

recapping his days, things he said to Lavellan and then Fel’s Deadpan-Snark Commentary on every little thing. 

But, at the same time, Felassan’s also hardcore like–
“…Seems like this little thing with this Dalish babe is going pretty well, hmm?”
“–She seems super good for you, buddy!”
“So!! Lavellan seems like a p. good reason to forego the whole world-annihilation plan, yeah?”
“A ‘Rare and Marvelous Spirit’, huh? Dayumm!!….
Wait, you didn’t actually say
those words, right? …Like, TO her?”

And is slowly like building Solas up to the whole Tell Her You’re THE Dread Wolf thing, building up Solas’s confidence and INSISTING that Lavellan will handle it super well, and they plan the whole Trip to Crestwood….

And then Solas comes back after The Scene—just, Blank-Faced, looking exactly like a man who’s just seen his whole world evaporate, and Felassan is just like

And then pretty much every night since, cause Fel is True Homie

(idk, sorry. I never sleep or talk to real people, so I got lazy on grammar.)

The Natsuki CGs! Last of A Class

“Your kindness protected me when I was close to breaking. Thank you. I love you… for eternity.”

“I… I want to sing your songs with all of my being. For that reason there isn’t anything we can’t do. At least, that’s what I’ve decided.”

“So warm… This might as well be a continuing dream. In order to feel you like this, I will love you more and more.

(N: I’m sure you’ve all noticed but it’s a Satsuki CG and I’ve never been happier.)

“Your eyes… your voice… Everything about you burns me up. You’re quite unaware of this, though.”

“Calling me ‘cute’… I’ll change your mind about that kind of tedious thing. Sorry, but the cute one here is you.

“’I like you’ or “I love you’… Those are just sweet words. There’s something you want, right? Be honest…”

  • Jonathan: Edward can I ask you something?
  • Edward: Of course Jon, can it be in riddle form?
  • Jonathan: No. Is there any.... Special reason you wanted to team up with me tonight.
  • Edward: Special reason?
  • Jonathan: Yes...
  • Edward:
  • Edward: ok I'll admit it
  • Jonathan: You can tell me just be honest
  • Edward: well
  • Edward: I've been wanting to use this riddle on Batman!I make you weak at the worst of all times. I keep you safe, I keep you fine. I make your hands sweat, and your heart grow cold, I visit the weak, but seldom the bold. What am I? Answer! Your Fears! Isn't that a great riddle?
  • Jonathan: Give me back the roses and chocolates I gave you

One thing I absolutely love about Stydia is that there isn’t really a better half in the relationship.
I’m sure Stiles thinks Lydia is his, and Lydia thinks Stiles is hers, but they are equals.
They aren’t competing in any way, they aren’t above or below each other ever.
They are just so well balanced, and part of the reason they work is because they are so evenly matched.
They’re just…amazing, both of them, and they bring out the best in each other.

Hello! This is my first follow forever since I came back from hiatus. I’ve lost over 400 followers during that period and many of my mutuals have become inactive as well :-( So I have two main reasons for doing this: 1) to show my appreciation to the people who make my dash so pleasant to scroll through, especially those who’ve been with me since the start (I used to be effietrlnket, in case you’re confused), and 2) get recommendations for blogs who post similar content as the ones below! 

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@aliciacarey @avadakedevra @beliarke @bellamybb  @bellamyblakeish @bellamyspirate @bellsprincess @clarke-griffin @clarkegiffrin @cupcakeblake  @fleurdealcours 

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@hcrndale @heda-reyes @hermionegrangcr  @howlingremus  @imwae @jemsdrug @khazbrekker  @loganlermans  @maisiewilliaims  @magnusfray  @myloveistoblame  @mythaelogy  

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@narnianwitch @niylah  @petuniaevans @perksofbeingafanboy  @persephcnie  @poseidhn @puveblood  @queenis  @ravenreyess @rayven-rayes  @ronahld  @sassamyblake  

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@talesofnorth  @victornikifforov @wanhaeda

If any of you know other awesome people please drop me a message or include their usernames in the tags - whatever floats your boat! I really need to follow more blogs again to get an active dash~ thank you so much! xxx

Oh wow hello

- lemme ramble for a minute, skip further down if you’re not interested in what happened and why I went awol -

A little while ago (I’m actually not sure when it was now), I logged off tumblr and most of my social media linked to this, deleting friends left and right just because.

Well, the reason was my deteriorating mental health, but I didn’t realise that until I went to see a doctor.

It wasn’t even exam season and I was so overwhelmed with people and attention and expectations that I felt that friends I had made here hated me, didn’t need me despite anything they said and I lied to make them feel that I was the bitch who was going to leave for no reason. Well, I mean I was and I guess I still am, but the no reason was a lie.

I didn’t want pity or people offering help. I’m independent and I like taking care of myself in the way that I don’t need others to help me. I decided that was what would be best for me.

I’m sure you’re familiar with my pack.

I am the heartless piece of shit who just up and left without a goodbye, who decided that I needed a break and didn’t consult with anyone.

On top of that, my phone also broke so even if I wanted to I couldn’t come back on here or anything.

I love every single person I just left, I just couldn’t understand what was going on with me and fight or flight kicked in and flight it was. I’m so sorry to everyone. Especially the pack.

- real talk, stuff you need to read -

I disappeared because of mental health issues but I am back on a part time basis.

I am going to be answering questions and stuff, all asks in my inbox, and I will try to reconnect with you all as possible.

I apologise for disappearing without a word. However, I will not be as active as I once was, I am going to finish my last year of school and then gonna start all over again. I will finish the Halsey series finally, BUT


I will post a full list of all requests I will e abandoning this week sometime.

I am going to university in September, and I am going to start another blog, which will be multi-fandom. I will leave this blog up with a link to my master list and to my new blog.

I just need to start this cluttered mess again tbh.

Once again, I apologise for leaving, I don’t care what I get in my inbox tbh, but I will be restarting things to clear my plate. I’ll keep you updated.

Halsey series will hopefully be finished by May, but I cannot say for sure. I have so many deadlines I’m quite dead rn tbh, I just missed having you all here tbh.

I love you all, thank you for sticking with me, there are things coming soon I promise.

Lestrade and I sat silent for a moment, and then, with a spontaneous impulse, we both broke out clapping, as at the well-wrought crisis of a play. A flush of color sprang to Holmes’s pale cheeks, and he bowed to us like the master dramatist who receives the homage of his audience. It was at such moments that for an instant he ceased to be a reasoning machine and betrayed his human love for admiration and applause. The same singularly proud and reserved nature which turned away with disdain from popular notoriety was capable of being moved to its depths by spontaneous wonder and praise from a friend.
—  ACD, The Six Napoleons

For anarchists who do know something about anthropology, the arguments are all too familiar. A typical exchange goes something like this:

Skeptic: Well, I might take this whole anarchism idea more seriously if you could give me some reason to think it would work. Can you name me a single viable example of a society which has existed without a government?

Anarchist: Sure. There have been thousands. I could name a dozen just off the top of my head: the Bororo, the Baining, the Onondaga, the Wintu, the Ema, the Tallensi, the Vezo… All without violence or hierarchy.

Skeptic: But those are all a bunch of primitives! I’m talking about anarchism in a modern, technological society.

Anarchist: Okay, then. There have been all sorts of successful experiments: experiments with worker’s self-management, like Mondragon; economic projects based on the idea of the gift economy, like Linux; all sorts of political organizations based on consensus and direct democracy…

Skeptic: Sure, sure, but these are small, isolated examples. I’m talking about whole societies.

Anarchist: Well, it’s not like people haven’t tried. Look at the Paris Commune, the free states in Ukraine and Manchuria, the 1936 revolution in Spain…

Skeptic: Yeah, and look what happened to those guys! They all got killed!

The dice are loaded. You can’t win. Because when the skeptic says “society,” what he really means is “state,” even “nation-state.” Since no one is going to produce an example of an anarchist state—that would be a contradiction in terms—what we‟re really being asked for is an example of a modern nation-state with the government somehow plucked away: a situation in which the government of Canada, to take a random example, has been overthrown, or for some reason abolished itself, and no new one has taken its place but instead all former Canadian citizens begin to organize themselves into libertarian collectives. Obviously this would never be allowed to happen. In the past, whenever it even looked like it might—here, the Paris commune and Spanish civil war are excellent examples—the politicians running pretty much every state in the vicinity have been willing to put their differences on hold until those trying to bring such a situation about had been rounded up and shot.

There is a way out, which is to accept that anarchist forms of organization would not look anything like a state. That they would involve an endless variety of communities, associations, networks, projects, on every conceivable scale, overlapping and intersecting in any way we could imagine, and possibly many that we can’t. Some would be quite local, others global. Perhaps all they would have in common is that none would involve anyone showing up with weapons and telling everyone else to shut up and do what they were told. And that, since anarchists are not actually trying to seize power within any national territory, the process of one system replacing the other will not take the form of some sudden revolutionary cataclysm—the storming of a Bastille, the seizing of a Winter Palace—but will necessarily be gradual, the creation of alternative forms of organization on a world scale, new forms of communication, new, less alienated ways of organizing life, which will, eventually, make currently existing forms of power seem stupid and beside the point. That in turn would mean that there are endless examples of viable anarchism: pretty much any form of organization would count as one, so long as it was not imposed by some higher authority, from a klezmer band to the international postal service.”

- David Graeber


“Now, where are those pesky members of the hamon tribe…?”

((Oh man oh man guys this fusion event seems SUPER NEATO~ I’m not tagging myself into it, because I think I’m bending the rules a bit, but it seems super fun and you should check it out if you haven’t <3))
((In the meantime, I’m kicking my fun off with some PILLARMAN FUSIONS, oh my. Will there be more fusions tomorrow? PROBABLY~))

Never again...

… will I defend the writers of Once Upon a Time in saying that surely they wouldn’t stoop to certain plot contrivances to cause unnecessary angst in a happy, healthy relationship. Or that surely they will allow a singular happy moment without the urge for either tainting it with aforementioned cliched plot contrivances, or someone dying/disappearing five minutes later. 

This shall join the list of offenses with “assassination of characters for plot” and “magic rules? what magic rules?”

Honestly, I wish they’d just ended the show with Rumple dying and taking the Darkness with him (it worked in 3A finale) and still having Emma say “I love you.” and #scene.

At this point I’m only watching because Captain Swan are so cute, I loved 6x3, the Snowing montage was what I’d been missing about Snowing, and to see if they are going to jump velociraptors and rainbows in addition to shaks

frostbite883  asked:

Animated Question: How much do you like or love the Full Metal Alchemist's version of Olivier Mira Armstrong?

Oh boy - did I reblog an ask meme and forget about it? lmao this was unexpected, but welcome! I’m just not sure of the context.

I mean… I call her my wife for a reason. She’s my favorite character from FMA. I think you’re asking if I like the way she was represented in the anime versus the manga? If not I’m sorry… tbh I love her in both equally. She’s strong, commanding, with a hidden soft spot for her soldiers. I think they know very well that she cares about them, though they can forget it just enough to be surprised when she shows it. I love characters like that - care deeply for the ones close to them but don’t always show it. I’m not sure why. Maybe it’s reminiscent of people in my real life.