what did i do those days anyway

What writing is actually like:

1) “I have to pee, but I need to finish this before I forget.”

2) “Holy shit, I actually wrote that many words!?”

3) “What day is it?”

4) “I wasn’t gonna do the homework anyways.”

5) “Sleep is for the weak, and those who have finished editing.”

6) “Did I remember to eat?”

7) “No laptop don’t die! This is the climax of the story!”

8) “This dialogue is hilarious. If I can do this, why do I have so little  friends?”

9) “I think I made this way too personal.”

10) “I’m a terrible writer, I haven’t put a new chapter out in weeks/months/years/ect.

11) “Is it shallow to use your own name for an original character?”

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Meryl Davis And Charlie White, Vancouver Olympics 2010 (Original Dance)

Aw, remember Original Dance? For its last Olympic hurrah, Meryl and Charlie gave us what to this day may be the only Bollywood-inspired program that doesn’t heavily utilize Jai frickin’ Ho. (Not that there’s anything wrong with Jai Ho, I’m just tired of it and would like to hear more catchy songs from actual Bollywood musicals)

ANYWAY. These costumes were and are solid. They didn’t just do their idea of Indian dance, they did their research and it shows. Even the fabrics are right!

I love those colors on Meryl, and seriously Charlie just went completely authentic, pretty much. Both creative and respectful, and all-around fabulous.

Grade: A+

Omg no. Like one day Alfred points out Damian needs to be in a car seat, and of course this gets him some teasing from Steph and Cass and Tim. (Dick’s trying to be the adult, but he’s snickering off in a corner). Anyway, in comes Jason, and he sees they’re all poking fun at Damian, which he is definitely all for and he’s like “ooooh what did the brat do this time?” When in walks Bruce with one of those older kid car seats. And the blood just drains out of Jason’s face. It’s a waking nightmare walking towards him in slow motion.

Dick’s like, “Something you need to tell us Bruce? What do you have a car seat for?”

Bruce opens his mouth to speak, but Alfred, saint that he is, cuts him off like, “Bruce was a child once too, Master Richard.”

Except Tim’s like, “Yeah that thing’s old but there’s no way it’s that old.”

And Bruce is like, super tactfully, looking everywhere but at Jason and it’s a room full of batkids so it takes like 2.4 seconds before everyone notices him not looking at Jason so they all look at Jason who is bracing himself and glaring and then Cass starts giggling and the levees break. 

“NO FUCKING WAY,” Steph yells (totally worth the dollar in the swear jar).

And Jason’s like “I was a really late bloomer, okay?” And Dick doesn’t have to try to be the adult anymore bc Jason’s also an adult and thus fair game so he’s howling with laughter and already sending off texts to Roy and Kori. 

And Steph is like “YOU ARE FUCKING WITH ME YOU’RE LIKE 900 POUNDS.” (another dollar in the swear jar for her.)

And because it’s clearly a day for sensitivity and tact, Damian goes, “Grandfather must put some sort of growth hormone in the Lazarus Pit,” and Jason’s like, “Jealous much hobbit?” Which sets them off bickering and Tim is on some sort of middle child Cloud Nine while Steph curses like three more times as she’s laughing until Cass puts her hand over her mouth to save her from going broke bc of the swear jar rule.

And Alfred was a little worried that the size thing would be a touchy subject for Jason bc there are obviously reasons Jason was so small as a kid and Alfred didn’t want him to have to be reminded of those issues, but it seems like he didn’t need to worry bc Jason and Damian are about to go for each other’s throats in the middle of the dining room, so Jason’s too busy to be thinking about anything but keeping Damian’s pokey little fingers away from his weak points.

And Bruce is messing around with the car seat trying to remember how he connected it to the batmobile so that it’d still be safe to deploy the ejector seat bc it’s like car seat producers didn’t even consider a child might need to eject themselves from a moving vehicle, or something.

I figured a lot of you may not see my Instagram story so I combined all of them into one video alone and I’m posting it here, please watch it through to the end (there’s another 15 seconds after the one that has the text on it, I’d forgotten to add something). Like the video says. I’m taking a break for a few days. Probably not from tumblr entirely but I won’t be as active. I won’t name names, I won’t go into why, or who did what, or anything of that nature because I can’t handle the drama that’ll occur if I do any of those things. Just know that my psyche was already pretty fragile and the events that occurred today and yesterday just cracked it I guess. Like the final needle on top of the pile that topples it over. I’m having a procedure tomorrow, anyways. Don’t….worry about me, I’ll be fine like I say in the video. I just need…some time.

lokisgame  asked:

I read your realistic-smut fic for dialogue challenge (loved it) and one thing got me interested, how did Scully manage to read smutty fanfic on a stake-out? I get that she may have super-power level poker face and it's not like she can read it on her smartphone like we do this days. I assume they do those together, and like, he never asked what she was reading? it sounds like a potentially hilarious fic that needs to be written, so could you please elaborate!

Haha! The perils of writing stuff in an hour and having no beta! Plot holes…

Anyway, in my mind, when I write, I think of season 10 Scully and Mulder. I’m not sure why. It could be as simple as the fact that my first fanfic was set in this period. But clearly ‘Tested’ is set in season 7 so my brain is just really weird. 

So, I have given this some thought. Clearly smartphones and kindles were not around in 2000. However, Scully would subscribe to a selection of medical journals and my head canon is that she would secretly print out her current fanfic whilst printing out expenses reports and then slot them into the pages of her journals to read when bored/horny.

I suspect that Mulder did the very same thing but slotted his into the pages of his “non-medical” journals. ;-)

Your prompt is now accepted and I will do my best to put together a new fic based on each of them hiding their respective fanfic addiction…

wrap your arm around me - a parivan fanfic

it’s 11 pm and i’m supposed to do my homework but here i am, whoop whoop.

summary: zombie is feeling a little insecure about himself - thank god cassie sullivan exists in his life.

it was one of those days when he  feels like he should’ve died in the first wave. he sighs, knowing that that was such a weak thing to say. why didn’t he die in the first wave anyway? what did he do to deserve being here – when there are probably much more stronger people out there – who are probably dead now anyway but nevertheless are stronger than ben parish himself.

he looks around him. ringer. she deserves to be here – she’s strong, she doesn’t care about what anybody else thinks, she’s true to herself (he was just another high school boy trying to please everyone but himself). teacup. she’s young but she’s strong in a way ben really can’t explain. dumbo.(everybody needs to be like dumbo, why would anyone be like ben?)

sam. he smiles softly as he stares at the young brunette boy who’s currently in the middle of a dream. how did he manage to survive being in the squad when he knew his sister was out there looking for him – being targeted by a lot of people? how did he manage to still smile even when everything’s dull?

and him. ben parish.

what’s so special about ben parish anyway? nothing.

that’s why he’s dead now, he says bitterly to himself. ben parish is dead. i’m zombie now. (an improved version of ben parish – except he doesn’t care. he doesn’t have anyone to please now, except for these little people in his life.)

“hey.”

zombie turns around, finding a cassie sullivan smiling at him like he’s the entire world.

“hey,” he smiles back a little, trying to lift himself up to a sitting position. cassie smiles again, sitting next to him. “why are you still up?”

“eh, i don’t know. i’m not really used to sleeping together like this,” she answers timidly, smiling at him with her soft smile. “why are you still up?” she nudges him with her shoulder.

he shrugs. he really doesn’t know. “wondering why i’m still here now,” he says. he doesn’t expect cassie to understand, but something about cassie sullivan soothes him and he feels like he could tell her anything.

“because you’re strong,” cassie responds smoothly, scooting closer to him as she speaks. “why are you asking yourself that kind of question?”

“i don’t know,” he mutters. “it’s like – what am i good at? i feel like i don’t belong here, cass. like, there are probably people out there – dead by now, but they’re probably the ones who deserved to be here. not me.”

“ben parish,” cassie shakes her head and she laughs. she fucking laughs at him. zombie looks at her in astonishment. “you are one of the stupidest people i’ve ever known in my life.”

“wait – what?” he’s too speechless to say anything.

“you really think that you don’t deserve to be here?” she says softly. he nods and she laughs again at him. “well i have one thing to say, ben parish. bullshit.” he gaps at her, and before he could make up a sentence, cassie beats him to it.

“like i said, you’re probably one of the most strongest people here, ben. you practically lost everyone you care about but you didn’t break. in fact, you got stronger. i don’t hink i could do that if sam left me as well,” cassie laughs bitterly. “look, maybe you don’t feel like you matter but you know someone who knows that you do?”

“who?” he asks again. he doesn’t trust his voice when his stomach is making all these flips that he doesn’t need.

“me,” cassie turns back, not really meeting his eyes as she continues, “i already know that ever since the beginning.”

he doesn’t know what to say. he really doesn’t. his stomach is making really weird flips and his face is warm. everything suddenly feels warmer, and he’s glad that it’s all because of cassie sullivan.

without saying a word, he reaches out for her shoulders, and pull her closer to him. he shocks himself when he starts to wrap both his arms around her. it had been a while since he last hugged someone, and it feels nice to do it again to someone he cares about. “thanks,” he mutters close to her ears.

“you’re welcome,” cassie says back. he doesn’t need to move to know that she’s smiling right now. she’s warm, so instead of pulling away, he pulls her closer than before, and she melts against him, knowing it’s okay to and that he wouldn’t mind.

(he really doesn’t mind. in fact, he could’ve stay in that same position all day if he could)

“hey cassie?”

“yeah ben?” they’re still hugging each other – none of them looking like they’re going to make a move and pull away any second now.

“i’m glad.”

“for what?”

“i’m glad that i survived. or else i wouldn’t be here hugging you like this.” and he’s also glad and thankful for the beautiful sound that’s coming out of her mouth after he said it.


p.s sorry for the terrible grammar i hope you enjoyed this

I hope everyone in the LGBT+ community had a safe coming out day.

Remember, I, along with countless others are proud of you for doing what you did. It can be scary, even if you come out to a supportive community.

For those who did not come out, out of uncertainty or fear, I am still proud of you. Coming out is something you should never feel pressured to do it. Do it once you feel safe, secure, or never do it at all.

Anyway, happy coming out day.
(Last year on my personal insta account I came out, so I did not do it this year, although no one knows of my gender fluidity. Maybe next year.)

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yes this is me as an airbender yES this is shameless, shameless self-insert but BEAR WITH ME i did it for an atla contest which idek how to link to you guys idk?? what im doing??? also i put mad effort into this like my hand was hurting bc as always i left it all at the end and i designed like my whole bender outfit and shit and drew myself with WAY more hair than i actually have so idk i like it even if i dont win?? it was p cool ye a h

Do you really expect me to believe that Daryl Dixon would have acted like that if he had been with Rick, Michonne, Glenn or anyone else? 

Would have he been so clumsy and dropped the jug of water? Would have he even asked them if they wanted him to “carry one of those” in the first place? Stop me if I’m wrong, but it’s the damn zombie apocalypse - carrying two bottles of water isn’t really the most exhausting thing they have to do during the day.

He was so desperate to reach out to her and didn’t know what else to say after the “we’ll start over” speech that he did this. He knew she was gonna say no anyway, but he had to say something to her, no matter what it was. It was an epic fail, but he still tried. 
But what’s the point of showing a clumsy and lovey dovey Daryl around Carol? I wonder why, hum hum, I wonder why…

It’s not as if we had never seen Daryl being so nervous, awkward and desperate to reach out for someone before, right?
Oh wait…

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Life is Good

If you wrap yourself in daffodils
I will wrap myself in pain
And if you’re the queen of California
Baby I am the king of the rain
Counting Crows -  Goodnight Elisabeth

Good morning my dear friends.  Currently listening to Recovering The Satellites, and just finished the song above.  How could you not want to write poetry after having those lyrics dance across your heart?  Interesting weekend, I’ve written and queued up more friends than I could possibly know what to do with, but I guess those are good problems, and no doubt I’ll stress incessantly over them later…or nah as my young friends say.  Do expect reblogs over the next couple of days however.  Yesterday I wrote about the good days, and after an admittedly rough few months between the ears, it’s been pretty nice to feel like myself again.  I’ve even listened to music over the past couple of weekends.  Yes!  Anyway, I know this is rambling but I did want to to tell each of you how truly I’ve been enjoying your words, art, company and love.  Yes, today at least, life is good and it’s even better when shared.  Okay that’s enough.  Have I done the I love you thing recently?  No?  In that case here goes.  If no one’s told you yet today, let me be the first to say…

I love you,
Mike <3