what do you mean i'm the one that said it

  • What Percy said in BoO: Wait, what?
  • What Percy probably meant in BoO: Wait, what do you mean you used to like me? You hated me? You're confusing me? People don't like me. Especially not the ones that hate me..... the fuck?
  • What everyone thinks Percy meant: whAT DO YOU MEAN I AM NOT YOUR TYPE, I AM EVERYONES TYPE, LOOK AT ME, I'M AWESOME, I AM PERCY MOTHER-FUCKING JACKSON, YOU MUST LIKE ME, EVERYONE LIKES ME!?!?! I HATE YOU, I WILL NEVER LET THIS GO!!!!!! I AM EVERYONES TYPE!!!!!
  • Naruto: So, like, ever since Hinata confessed to me, people have been like- ya know
  • Sasuke: Hn
  • Naruto: And I'm just- I don't, like, I can't- ya know
  • Naruto: But I should, right? There's no reason I shouldn't, uh, ya kn-
  • Sasuke: Dobe, if you say "ya know" one more time
  • Naruto: I can't help it, I'm just so, so, ya know!
  • Sasuke: Why are you talking to me about this, idiot?
  • Naruto: You're the only one who hasn't said anything, ya know. Sakura-chan, Kakashi, Ino, Iruka, even Kiba have been on my case non-stop.
  • Sasuke: It's your life. Your choice. Do what you want. It makes no difference to me.
  • Naruto: But, but Sasuke, I'm just so... Ya know.
  • Sasuke: Fine, usuratonkachi. We'll talk.
  • Sasuke: Do you think she's pretty?
  • Naruto: Eto... *squints* I guess so.
  • Naruto: Actually, now that you mention it, Hinata's kind of a looker, huh
  • Naruto: But she's still not as pretty as- *glances over* Uh, other people.
  • Sasuke: Like who? Sakura?
  • Naruto: Yeah, Sakura-chan and... Someone else
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: So the problem is that you have feelings for another person
  • Naruto: *blushes* Um... I guess, but I doubt you- I mean, this other person will ever, ya know, feel the same way, so I should just
  • Sasuke: Have you said anything?
  • Naruto: Well, no
  • Naruto: But after everything that happened, you- I mean, this person should get it by now, and if y- they don't, that probably means it's one-sided. Right?
  • Sasuke: Maybe
  • Naruto: Oh
  • Sasuke: Unless I -I mean, this 'other person' was thinking the same way as you
  • Naruto: Really? You Were?
  • Sasuke: Were what? I'm talking about this mysterious 'other person' who's apparently prettier than Hyuuga Hinata, which is -mmmphmm!
  • Sasuke: What was that, you moron?
  • Naruto: It's called a kiss, teme.
  • Naruto: Something two people do when they like each other.
  • Sasuke: ...
  • Sasuke: I'm not familiar with the concept.
  • Sasuke: Maybe you should show me again.
DEH Characters As Things My Friends Said At The Mall
  • Jared: No, I'm not hitting on you, I was talking about cannibalism.
  • Connor: I hate everything. What triggered it? I'm sitting in a crowded food court full of humans. What do you think triggered it?
  • Evan: I didn't know what to order when the waiter came so I just picked something and this is way too spicy but I'm going to eat it anyway.
  • Alana: We're getting weird looks. What did we do? I mean, I know we did a lot of things, I just want to know which one specifically people are staring at.
  • Zoe: Should I save this half a cup of ice cream for my brother? I know it's melted, but he's not picky.
  • Heidi: No, I'm paying for the ice-cream because I feel bad.
  • Larry: I have no idea where my family is, but if you really want to find them I can help.
  • Cynthia: Well, I'd rather just not say the Asian word than butcher it to death. The waiter got what I mean.

peter: hey you look great today mj, are you wearing up dog?

mj: what

peter: haha – wait. no, wait – can you elaborate

mj: elaborate on what

peter: what are you saying ‘what’ to? did you not hear what i said, like do you need me to repeat what i said

mj: no i heard most of it, i just wanna know what you think i’m wearing

peter: oh okay so you mean you wanna know what’s up dog?

peter:

peter: fuck

mj: foiled again dipshit

My opinion of the moon signs
  • Aries: bro u get me. We both cry at least 28 times a day and lowkey hate having feelings. We can't stand showing people that we are actually big babies and we are too defensive but at LEAST WE GET EACH OTHER.
  • Taurus: ur always centered and calm and a lil bab but if you tell me I'm the only person you've told about something (that you've told everyone) one MORE TIME IM GOING TO SNAP.
  • Gemini: yes, I believe in aliens. No I don't think bigfoot has a vendetta against you. I don't get why you just told me your life story but your mother seems like a nice lady.
  • Cancer: you make me feel like a shitty person because I don't like feelings or being empathetic or putting effort towards other people. IT'S WHATEVER THO.
  • Leo: I see right thru you. I'm a Leo. I know why you are doing that. The Validations™. I know. It's me on the daily. You're doing good tho.
  • Virgo: IF YOU DO NOT CALM DOWN RIGHT NOW. They don't care that you said "you too" when they said "have a good meal". EVERY ONE DOES THAT. DONT WORRY ABOUT IT.
  • Libra: so hot. hot damg. Doesn't know how to pick movies or if they want a bottle or a can. Over compromising champion of the masses. Too nice to be mean to which is hard on me because I'm mean to those I love.
  • Scorpio: what you think you are- murder death fear me am evil. What u actually are- smol bean and afraid to be hurt again, does the same things that you did before that got u hurt in the first place though??
  • Sagittarius: NICE MAKING PLANS. #cancelled. ALWAYS. Also. Nice use of sarcasm to hide ur feels. JK IF YOU MAKE ONE MORE SARCASTIC REMARK ILL YELL. I'm already yelling tho...
  • Capricorn: emotional lil bab. Stop beating yourself up. Its okay to feel things and its okay to admit that you aren't having a good day. BUT IF YOU SASS ME ONE MORE TIME.
  • Aquarius: IF YOU DISTANCE URSELF ANYMORE YOULL BE ENTIRELY IN SPACE. I admire the fact that you can go a whole 24 hours (three years?!??) without crying. I can't achieve that but I have aspirations.
  • Pisces: S T R E S S. M E. O U T. if you do not like the choice. Why did you make it. You are the controller of ur own destiny. Ily but wyd.
The Price of Gold

(a fantasy Percabeth royal!au) 

When Annabeth, desperate to help her family, is caught stealing from the imperial treasury by visiting Prince Perseus, she thinks her life is over. But after the guilty prince helps her escape, she soon becomes entangled in a complicated web of mystery, rebellion, and (worst of all) romance. One thing is for sure: her life will never be the same again.

This is only Chapter 1! This will be a multi-chapter. It’s my first attempt at a fantasy or a royal au, so I’m not sure it will be any good…but i hope you like it!

(read it on ff.net)


Snow swirled serenely in the cold air, slowly fluttering down to kiss the white blanket already formed on the courtyard floor.

It almost doesn’t look real, Annabeth thought. It certainly didn’t feel real, because not even in her wildest dreams did she actually think she would have ended up attempting to steal from the imperial treasury. Is it even an attempt if I have the gold in my cloak?

She pulled her hood tighter over her head and continued to walk along the narrow terrace that lined the courtyard. Annabeth could see the large gates up ahead, where she would be able to climb over the fences and run for it. Piper wouldn’t be able to flirt with the guard for much longer; she didn’t have much time left.

Her heart was pounding as she focused ahead of her. The biting, frosty air had been a blessing; most of the guards were inside, and the few outside were more focused on building a fire than investigating any cloaked figures who might be roaming the castle. If Annabeth did get caught, she would simply claim to be part of the visiting Prince’s company. She had timed her heist perfectly.

Suddenly she heard voices from inside the walls. She froze, blood curdling, and desperately looked around. Annabeth had never wished she was a mage more than she did in this moment, wishing she could disappear.

She decided to run for it. She barrelled forward…just in time to collide head on with the man who emerged into the courtyard at that moment.

They both went sprawling backwards. Annabeth hit the stone slabs hard, hissing in pain as her fingers dragged along the cold ice. Too late, she realised the bag had fallen out of her cloak. Gold coins skittered along the icy floor.

The man in front of her quickly got back to his feet, helped by an assistant, two guards behind him. His eyes, a deep sea-green colour, raked over the gold coins on the ground. “Who are you?” he demanded.

“I’m part of the foreign Prince’s company,” she said determinedly. “I’m with Prince Perseus. If you’ll excuse me—“

The man stepped forward, and two guards behind him placed their hands on the hilt of their swords. Too late, Annabeth wondered why he had two guards. She realised her mistake.

“I don’t know you,” the man said softly, before glancing at the coins once more. He looked back. “Guards, arrest this woman. She shall come with me before the King.”

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Random Sentence Starters:
  • "Any time I say "asking for a friend" you know it's fake because I have no friends."
  • "God bless that ass."
  • "In eight hours I will have been awake for twenty four hours."
  • "If you want to get technical it costs exactly zero dollars to murder someone if you keep it simple."
  • "You can't snort Captain Crunch. That's what Cocoa Puffs are for."
  • "These skinny jeans are stifling."
  • "Are your pants made out of Fruit Loops?"
  • "Yoga pants are the reason corporations go bankrupt."
  • "Your mother would never lie to me."
  • "I'm pretty sure Ren and Stimpy were werewolves."
  • "It's like he has chicken pox but like... on his dick."
  • "Call the government."
  • "Everyone has that one emo band that got them through puberty."
  • "Between you and me I love her shoes but I hate everything that she stands for, if you know what I mean."
  • "The fact that the ocean exists is proof that God is a sadist."
  • "I don't speak German but I'm pretty sure that dude just said go fuck yourself."
  • "I'd sell my soul for a cheesy snack."
  • "I can't date guys who look better in eyeliner than I do."
  • "I didn't learn how to tie my shoes until I was sixteen and three quarters."
  • "If you know that vampires exist it's your civil duty to report that shit to someone."
  • "I'd really like to smack a bitch."
  • "Who gave you permission to breathe my air?"
  • "Would you rather fuck Edward Cullen or Peter Parker?"

anonymous asked:

do you have any idea what a robespierre waistcoat is? i'm always confused when i read the passage where r wears one and since youre a fashion blog i figured you might know

ok first things first take everything I say with a grain of salt – I’m not a fashion historian by any means, and nearly all of what I say is just based on observation. if anyone who knows more about this than I do wants to chime in, please do!

that being said, while it’s difficult to pin down the exact specifications of a robespierre waistcoat, we can get a pretty good idea.

I think to understand what they were, we should look at what they weren’t first. if we take a look at waistcoats from directly before the revolution, we notice some very prominent patterns:


(that last one a rare less aristocratic example, to round this post out a little)

they all have relatively small or no collars, and most importantly, never any lapels.

the waistcoats robespierre brought into fashion during the revolution were the polar opposite: above all, really really huge lapels (big enough to flap over the lapels of the coat, no less!), as well as more frequently having higher collars (this being a trend, but not the definitive rule.)


^ brought to you by the style icon himself.

this is the most obvious french example I’ve found from the revolution era:


you can see a pretty clear difference between these and the older ones. them both being yellow is just a coincidence, they could come in any color or pattern.

some other examples from outside the exact country and era:


^ british, revolution era



^ the same


^ american, mid 19th century


and my personal favorites, the first owned by an american in the first quarter of the 19th century, presumably sympathetic to the old french republic:



and finnish, from 1800-1829:


I have no idea why the MET didn’t fold down the lapels on the first one, but if you look closely you can see impressions of where they were, and the shape of the unfolded lapels in general should give you an idea. these ones are special first of all because they’re cut to the natural waist, as waistcoats were throughout the 1830s as well; secondly because they’re the revolutionary scarlet color that grantaire wore, and that so terrified good, respectable folk – the horror of one passerby at bahorel’s red waistcoat comes to mind.

those were the most prominent physical examples I could find, but there’s also this 1830s fashion plate bearing some suitably enormous lapels:


these from ellie valsin’s fantastic post on waistcoats. note that after the revolution ended, and lapels became standard on waistcoats, to get your republican point across your lapels would probably have to be even bigger, hence grands airs grantaire making a show of pressing down his lapels.

anyhow, that’s the sum total of all I have to say. again: I have not genuinely studied this, this is just what I’ve seen. if anyone has any corrections or additions, please add them!

anonymous asked:

I'm definitely in agreement with you about the whole "Galra are evil and Alteans are good" bullshit. Because the show has not even pitched that idea at all? I'm so confused by it, because the showrunners have given us a rather large handful of good guys who are Galra and an Altean who is definitely one of the bad guys. Not to mention the fact that it's maybe a little hinted that Alfor did some questionable things that led to Zarkon becoming what he is now.

I mean, that all said, I do hesitate to lump suspicions on Alfor, mostly because almost everything we see of the Paladins of Old suggests that Zarkon and Alfor were incredibly close.

Consider that Alfor was the original architect of the Lions. Now, consider the Black Lion- her terrifying capabilities, her integral position to Voltron. All of the Lions are formidable but the Black Lion- she’s the leader of the pack in every conceivable way.

And Zarkon was who Alfor had in mind as paladin the entire time. This was the Lion he built out of the meteorite that struck Zarkon’s planet, working with the galra.

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professorpotato  asked:

What do you think went through Keith's mind when Sven showed up? Since Sven said he wasn't Shiro, Keith was silent about it and i think that's pretty telling. but I'm p sure the other paladins all had at least one thing to say ?

i THINK THE POOR BOY WAS HEARTBROKEN

I mean, Keith is someone who never lets his guard down. Especially when he doesn’t understand the situation–he’s clearly completely thrown, has no clue what the hell is happening. But that’s Shiro. He’s back, and that’s all that really matters. So even though this person who looks like his dearest friend is pointing a gun at him, Keith immediately disarms and holds his hands up in surrender. He’s also the only one that discards his weapon like this, the only one that would trust Shiro even when he’s got a gun trained on him

And you know, I think it’s also important to consider why he’d do that. Keith’s not doing this for his own comfort or safety, it’s entirely for Shiro’s. He sees Shiro isn’t acting like himself, knows something here is very wrong. So he tries to deescalate the situation by removing his weapon and does his best to calm Shiro down. “Shiro, please”–Keith is literally pleading with him. He’s desperate to prove that he’d never hurt Shiro, that he only wants to help him. 

This isn’t how you react to a friend who turned against you. Keith approaches Shiro like his friend is scared and lashing out rather than a traitor. He tries to appeal to him, to make him see that he’d never willingly attack him. Keith is trying to help Shiro. And again, even though they’re all dazed and confused, none of the other paladins are making a move to deactivate their bayards–not even after their leader does. That says a lot. Even after Sven says he’s not Shiro, Keith still has his hands up 

He does say something else though:

again, not very much. But the way Keith is kind of at a loss for words and finally seeing “Shiro” again after grieving him all this time did sort of remind me of this

Also, just a tiny thing, but when Lance pulled Sven to safety, it looks like Keith was kinda shielding them 

duhni07  asked:

Wow the way you wrote about that whole story involving Louis and Simon, it's just wow. Gives me a reason to hate Simon even more, for doing Louis like that. And I'm glad Louis always spoke up for the band even if he had to be one who got in trouble. It's one of the reason I look up to Louis because he just keeps on going even when they to put him down he continues to strive. I'm sorry you had to go through that yourself. No one should be treated like that

I mean, most of what I’m saying is purely speculation…but I wouldn’t be saying any of it if I didn’t believe it to be true. I know someone who was very close to me who, like I said, told me in no uncertain terms how Simon Cowell treated people and it disgusts me that he is in a position where he is manipulating children like that. Louis may have legally been an adult but just barely. People used to call Liam uptight, but people like Simon can read and assess how best to control others and I would imagine that he struck the fear of God into each of those boys to try and keep them in line and for Liam I’m sure threatening any chance at stardom if the others messed up was enough to make him anal about following the rules. 

My ex-boss was essentially training me to be the next him (like I said the similarities between the Louis/Simon situation and mine are quite stark) and he basically trained me to be a sociopath. Most people who are really great businessmen (businesspeople) can read a person or find out what motivates them most in order to get what they want. These are basic examples, but my boss told me that everyone falls into one category in terms of what motivates them most and it’s called “The Four Fs”: Family, Fame, Freedom, Fortune. Once you know what motivates someone it is very easy to manipulate them. People motivated by Freedom, like myself, are probably the most difficult to tame, which is why my boss eventually resorted to hitting me in the face, but at that point I decided freedom from him was what was most important. 

If you’re motivated by family, as someone who comes from a very large family and has just adopted four younger boys as his family probably is, threatening to hurt the people you love is a huge motivator and there have been very minor instances along the way which would suggest to me that Simon never punished Louis directly for his actions and that when Louis was in trouble the only way to get him in line would be to punish someone he loves. 

Again, these are just things that I’ve been casually thinking about for like four years now.  

bleudinosaur  asked:

Hello! Quick question, do you have any resources/tips for writing hateful/mean dialogue? I'm having more trouble with this than I thought I would. Thanks :D

Hello!  Off the top of my head, I can think of a few: 

1.  Allow conflict to escalate and then explode. 

Unless one of your characters is entering the discussion raging mad about this-that-or-the-other, your dialogue will likely start somewhat placid and escalate from there.  

For example: 

“Um.  Sandy,” said Leon, voice carefully level.  “Can we talk?” 

“Sure!  What about, man?”  said Sandy, smiling pleasantly at his friend. 

“I, um.  Feel silly even asking you this, but uh…”  Leon chuckled awkwardly, then took a deep, steadying breath through his nostrils.  “Did you…have sex with my father?”

Sandy blinked, then let out a nervous bray of laughter.  “Wha-ha-hat ever gave you that idea, bro?” 

Leon’s eyes widened.  “You DID!”

“What?  No I didn’t!”  

“Yes, you did!”  cried Leon, pointing a finger at him.  “You only do that stupid laugh when you’re caught in a lie!  You totally did!  YOU BANGED MY DAD!

Sandy opened his mouth to protest, then closed it in resignation.  “Okay, look.  Daniel and I were both drunk, it was a mistake…” 

“OH MY GOD!”  Leon clapped a hand over his mouth.  “You fucking bastard.  My parents are getting a divorce now!”  

“Look, it isn’t my fault your dad can’t keep it in his fucking pants!”  Sandy snapped.  “And if your mom knew how to please a man, he wouldn’t have had to get his rocks off in me anyway.” 

“Son of a BITCH!”  Without thinking, Leon balled his fist and sent it flying.  

Okay, never mind the subject matter.  See the escalation there?  Though there’s tension at the beginning of the discussion, both characters are calm, which makes it more interesting (and in a weird way, rewarding) when one finally explodes.

Even if one of your characters is entering the discussion angry, there will likely be a period in which their companion tries to placate them before they finally give in and it devolves into a proper, two-sided fight.  

Let’s return to another scenario of Sandy and Leon’s personal drama to see what I mean:  

“SON OF A BITCH!”  roared Leon, storming into his shared dorm room.  “YOU SLEPT WITH MY FUCKING DAD!” 

Sandy, who had been reclined on the sofa reading a book, scrambled into an upright sitting position.  “Wha-ha-hat?  No I didn’t!” 

“Yes you did,” Leon fumed, face tomato red.  “You’re doing that stupid laugh you only do when you’re lying!”

“Look, Lee, I swear -” 

“TELL ME THE FUCKING TRUTH, SANDY.” 

The two stared at each other for a moment, before Sandy ducked his head sheepishly.  “Okay, look, Daniel and I were drunk, it was a mistake -” 

“YOU BASTARD.”

“Lee, I’m sorry-”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKING BASTARD!  MY PARENTS ARE GETTING A DIVORCE NOW!”

“Oh, for God’s sake-YOUR FATHER’S FUCKING GAY, LEON!”  Sandy snapped, rolling his eyes.  “And it’s none of my business, I know, but I really have a hard time picturing that a heterosexual woman, AND A FUCKING GAY MAN, ever had marriage of year!” 

Leon’s face turned an interesting shade of purple.  “Why you LITTLE…” 

“He should have been able to keep it in his pants anyways,” Sandy sneered.  “And if your mom knew how to please a man, he wouldn’t have needed to get his rocks off elsewhere.” 

That was the last straw.  Leon balled his fist and sent it flying.

I’ve been watching altogether too many reality TV shows lately, but you get the point:  conflict, of any sort, escalates until it simmers down or explodes.  

2.  Selectively use synonyms for ‘said.’ 

Contrary to popular belief, said isn’t dead.  However, antonyms can be great mood setters.  

For creating a snappy, hateful, angry mood, try synonyms like this:

Snapped

Barked

Roared

Fumed

Argued

Taunted

Hissed

Cursed

Swore

Challenged

Seethed

Shouted

Snarled

Bellowed

Growled

Sneered 

Just don’t overdo it, or you’ll end up looking like that one scene from My Immortal.  Yeah, you know the one: 

3.  Allow for pointed jabs.  

In arguments, even with loved ones, we sometimes say hurtful things with or without meaning them.  

When one of your characters is angry with the other, and I mean really angry, they may not be above pointing out their insecurities in a heated moment.  

This can be treated as comedic fodder in some instances (i.e. generally anything related to erectile dysfunction and feigned orgasms), but in others, it can get genuinely hurtful and heartbreaking.  

Let’s say you’re dealing with two characters, one of whom has abandonment issues.  Maybe the other knows this, and is generally supportive.  However, in a very heated argument, they may reach for it as a weapon.  

For example:

“For God’s sake, Michael, it’s one o’clock in the morning!”  cried Lisa, as her drunken husband staggered in the door.  “It’s your son’s seventh birthday today!  Did you really think now was the best time to have a guy’s night out with your poker buddies!?”

“Not now, Lise. I wanna sleep,” Michael slurred, dumping his gym bag in the corner and staggering towards the stairs.

“NO,” snapped Lisa, grabbing his shoulder and spinning him to face her.  “No, Mike.  You don’t get to leave without talking about this.”

“Ugh.  Why do you always gotta be like this, Lisa,”  Michael groaned, temples throbbing.  

“Don’t you dare try and play the victim here!  Do you think my afternoon’s been easy?  I had to look at his little face, and tell him his daddy loved vodka more than-”

“DAMMIT, LISA!”  Michael barked suddenly.  “This is why your dad left, you know that!?  You just can’t help but drive men away.”

Lisa recoiled as though she’d been stung.  Michael felt a sick wave of satisfaction deep in his gut that he knew he’d be ashamed of once he was sober. 

“Go to hell, Mike,” whispered Lisa.  Tears pricked her eyes as she turned and hurried out of the room.

Mike’s an asshole, but you get the point.  Also note that this exchange follows the same pattern of escalation I mentioned earlier.

These kinds of jabs can take really any number of forms for anyone with a shared history:  past instances of adultery, poor financial decisions, bad parenting, or mistakes made in adolescence can all become canon fodder in a harsh altercation.  The better the people know each other, the better they’ll know their week spots.  

That’s why folks who don’t know each other all that well will usually settle for jabs at one another’s parentage, sexual histories, et cetera to try to get a rise out of them.

In a very hateful dialogue, usually delivered as hate speech from a bigoted stranger, this could also involve slurs towards the person’s sexuality, race, or gender, or falling back on harmful stereotypes to try and hurt the party in question;  they know that it’s a sore spot for them, and they want to hurt them as much as possible with it.

(It’s worth noting here, however, that if you are White, I would recommend against using racial slurs in your writing, just as if you’re straight you may not want to use words like “dyke” or “f*ggot” out of respect for your readers.  That’s just my opinion, however, and not everyone will agree with me on this one.)


I really hope this helps, and happy writing!  <3 

anonymous asked:

Can I just say, people were worried he was gonna do an Apple Exclusive or something, but he released the song everywhere at the same time. He didn't even released it first just on itunes to get the sells. He put it up on spotify right away, and he even put it in his website! It was available for everyone since the start, and I love that so much!! Music shouldn't be just for the ones who can afford it, and I'm so so happy he made it available to everyone ❤️

this was never about the money anyway he just wants to share his art like how when ed sheeran said he didn’t mind people illegally downloading his music (i’m not saying to do that with sott, but you get what i mean)

  • Eredin: Ahah, White Wolf! It looks like you have to make a choice. Save your daughter, or kill your worst enemy? You can't do both!
  • Geralt: I'm sorry, what did you just say?
  • Eredin: "You can't do both", I said
  • Geralt: No, I mean the other thing
  • Eredin: "Save your daughter or kill your worst enemy"?
  • Geralt: Yes, that. You thing you're my worst enemy?
  • Eredin: Yes! You're obsessed with me!
  • Geralt: Pff, no I'm not
  • Eredin: Yes, you are
  • Geralt: No, I'm not
  • Eredin: Yes, you are! Who else drives you to one-up them the way I do?
  • Geralt: The tree Crones
  • Eredin: No they don't!
  • Geralt: The emperor of Nilfgaard, Emhyr van Emreis
  • Eredin: He's not an enemy of yours, you work for him!
  • Geralt: Then I'd say I don't currently have a worst enemy. I am fighting a few different people. I like to fight around
  • Eredin: D:

The Sky Sisters Girlfriends.

So. I’m going to try and make this short sons and daughters; to celebrate my development/experimentation week for a new style (oh so demonstrated above), in the midst of my meme week or month or maybe even year , I’m holding my own personal LGBTQ week in which I’m going to try to post art of specific LGBTQ ships to raise awareness and also help the fandom accept more LGBTQ ships in general. Here’s mi schedule can you believe i made a schedule.

  • Fri 27th of Oct - Chendy
  • Sat 28th of Oct - I might have plans during this day but if you’re doing something, try having a go at any lgbtq rare pairs!
  • Sun 29th of Oct - Erlu + Luvia 
  • Mon 30th of Oct - Gratsu + Canajane
  • Tue 31st of Oct - Stingue + Yukinerva
  • Wed 1st of Nov - Luli 
  • Thurs 2nd of Nov - Fraxus

So I guess that’s it? I just felt like doing this for myself considering as we all know, it’s getting very gay in the anime world this season. 

If you’d like to tag along with me for this lgbtq ride then hell ye, sure go along! The tag I will be using for this and what you can use is #illulgbtqweek. Fics, art, coloured mangacaps; you’re all wonderfully creative amigos. You can message me for any questions or anything but like I said, this is a personal project so don’t feel obliged. I’ll be here listening nonstop to Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira Shakira and arting my ass off. 

Adios amigos. 

Romantic Vmin
  • Taehyung: I'm afraid to post stuff online because the whole world will see it!
  • Jimin: Probably not you only have like 3 followers
  • Taehyung: *posts post* there.
  • Jimin: *likes post*
  • Taehyung: See! That's what I said was gonna happen!
  • Jimin: I'm the only one who saw it, what do you mean?
  • Taehyung: You're the whole world to me!
  • Jimin: *sips drink* wow

anonymous asked:

Did Gaston Leroux see the 1925 Phantom movie? I feel like I've seen stuff in the past that says he did, but I'm not sure. If so, do you know what his opinion was on it?

We can’t say for definitively certain, but the prevailing rumor is that yes, he did!  He certainly knew about the film being made before it was, as he sold the rights to Universal.

Carl Laemmle, Universal Pictures producer, said in 1924 in a radio interview with WOR Radio Los Angeles:

When I found that there was no Opera that seemed suitable for screen presentation - and by that I mean one that would make the kind of picture people of today would want to see - I set about looking for books written about life at the opera.  I was stumped, until I met Gaston Leroux, the famous French author, in Paris about three years ago.  He told me I need search no further.  Leroux had written a book which had become a best seller almost overnight.  The name of it was The Phantom of the Opera.  I remember buying a copy and sitting up all night to read it.  It is a marvelously interesting story…  It was just the book I had dreamed of finding.

In his book The Making of the Phantom of the Opera, Philip J. Riley claims that Leroux not only saw the completed film, but even worked on a sequel film a little bit:

When the original release of the 1925 The Phantom of the Opera reached France in 1925, Gaston Leroux was riding high on the world-wide fame that had come to him from the 15 year old novel.  The book sales had assured him a steady income to care for his family.  [He was ill and would only live another 2 years.]

When Leroux saw Erik disappear under the waters of the Seine instead of dying in the Opera Catacombs - alone, Leroux’s imagination went to work again and the result was a sequel called “The Return of the Phantom.”  The rights were eventually bought from Leroux’s widow, in 1929.

From Gaston Leroux’s files and some speculation to fill in the gaps, the outline was interesting, but it could have also been a joke by Leroux that was taken seriously.

While Christine and Raoul are on a train taking them away from Paris and the Opera to live a quiet life, the Phantom’s body washes up on the shores of the Seine.  It is found by the Persian, who discovers that it is not Erik.  Erik was still alive!  The Persian goes back to the Phantom’s hideout to discover that all of Erik’s clothes, music and instruments are gone.  The Persian begins his search for Erik.  It appears that Erik is leaving clues purposely leading the Persian out of the country.

Christine and Raoul are living happily in Madrid, where he is on leave from his post with the military to attend Christine’s premiere at the Opera house in Madrid.  Meanwhile the Persian tracks Erik to Madrid and finds out that Erik put his cape on one of the unfortunate mob members during the confusion on the steps at the river bank and escaped underwater using his reed.

That was about as far as the Leroux idea went…

Riley’s book has a lot of good information in it but does not clearly mark its sources, so it’s hard to tell where this exact tidbit came from or how credible it is.  But I think we can all enjoy the amazing concept of a sequel movie that is solely dedicated to the daroga chasing Erik around Europe while Raoul and Christine hilariously never even notice the fact that the Phantom keeps trying to interfere in their lives only to be tackled at the last moment by the Chief of the Persian Secret Police and knocked out of the frame before they see him.

Or, as Riley speculates, it could be a joke Leroux wrote down in response to seeing the movie version of his book, and the old man could be delightfully trolling us from beyond the grave.  Frankly, I love both possibilities.

anonymous asked:

Ok but imagine a sick Lance getting injured but he's delusional so he doesn't tell anyone and just completely forgets about it until someone else notices all the blood, and then he's like "oh right, that, lol"

“Oops,” Lance said with a lopsided smile, feeling Keith’s hand slip from his feverish forehead to the slice-wound in his side.

“What the hell do you mean, ‘oops?!’ Lance! Stay awake!” Keith slapped Lance’s cheeks, but it did nothing to rouse the unconscious boy. They’d have a talk once his ass was out of a healing pod.

propshophannah  asked:

(I'm sorry for all these) "What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?" —ELRIEL

I feel like the way that I took this wasn’t what you might’ve expected, but it just happened…

________

Azriel hummed contently from where he lay with his head in Elain’s lap. She giggled behind him, thinking to herself about how he always seemed to purr like a cat when she did this.

The first time she made him a flower crown he looked at her like she had just said the sky was green.

“Come again?” He had said.

“I made you a flower crown,” she had replied matter-of-factly. “You’re not obligated to wear it, you won’t hurt my feelings. But I made you one. So here. You can throw it away later if you want.”

Azriel had hesitated, but took the crown nonetheless with a mumbled thank you before vanishing into the shadows.

He had taken it to his room that night and laid it on his bedside table with a small smile that no one else could see.

The next morning he felt like the stupid one though when he showed up to breakfast with Cassian and Rhys wearing their flower crowns proudly and calling him an ass for not doing the same.

Years later, she still made him flower crowns, but now she presented them to him with a kiss and a smile meant only for him.

The field they lay in now was their favorite spot, and one of the only places Azriel wasn’t afraid to be out of the shadows. Certainly not when he was with her.

He leaned into her fingers as they weaved through his jet black hair. She was trying out some new flower in his crown today and had been excited about it all morning.

“What’s your favorite kind of flower crown?” Azriel asked suddenly. “To wear, not to make.”

Elain’s fingers stumbled in his hair, but quickly recovered.

“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug. “No one’s ever made me a flower crown before.”

Azriel blinked once before sitting up suddenly and whirling on her.

“Hey!” Elain whined, picking up the half finished flower crown that had fallen out of his hair.

“What do you mean no ones ever made you a flower crown?” Azriel asked quickly, staring at her incredulously.

Elain blushed. “No one’s ever made me one,” she repeated. “I just make them for everyone else.”

Azriel stared at her, his mouth floundering open and closed like a fish.

“It’s fine,” she said quickly, taking his hand in her own. “I like making them for people! Especially you.”

“But… but that’s not fair. Not to you,” he argued.

“I can make them for myself if I really want,” she said. “And sometimes I do. It’s just… not the same I guess. But I really don’t mind.”

“Teach me,” Azriel said bluntly. “Teach me how to make a flower crown.”

Elain laughed. “What?”

“Teach me how you do them. I’m going to make you one.”

Elain only laughed harder, but stopped when noticed Azriel’s stone cold expression.

“Really?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper as if it were the highest honor she’d ever been gifted.

Azriel smiled softly, taking her other hand in his own.

“Teach me,” he said again.

Elain bit her lip as she tried to hold back her smile. “Okay,” she whispered.

In the end, Azriel’s flower crown looked absolutely terrible. It wasn’t symmetrical at all, he accidentally crumbled up half the flowers, it was just a mess. Rhys and Cassian made sure to tell him so.

But Elain wore it proudly until it just wasn’t wearable anymore, and decades later it still sat on their bedside table.