whatever the hell else are the tags

i’d like to know where any of the “gabriel reyes is the boss from hell” stuff spawns from because have you listened to his actual voicelines? yeah he sounds kinda rough but like 1/3 of his lines are dead guy puns and one is him purring “haven’t i… killed you somewhere before?” like its the worlds best pickup line. gabriel seems like the kinda boss that lets you stop by a pizza place on the way back as long as you get extra breadsticks. he seems like the kinda boss that’ll let you skirt around the deadline bc he knows you’re exhausted and nobody ever turns anything in on time around this place anyways. made the blackwatch uniforms armor and whatever the hell else you wanna wear, he doesn’t give a damn.

JACK is the one with the “you didn’t make the cut” and the “thats SIR to you” lines like ???? how yall always getting this backwards

I keep seeing inaccurate stuff about Syria, and yes before I was stupid enough to believe them as well.

The rebels are terrorists, they have ties to Al Qaeda and want Assad gone to implement Sharia law in all of Syria when most Syrians living in Syria or having family in Syria are actually pro Assad because he promotes secularism and he wants to develop their economy whereas the “rebels” want to take them back to the stone age.

Nobody actually knows who is responsible for the chemical attacks. The Syrian government gave up all their chemical weapons to Russia 3 years ago, they said they didn’t do it and honestly they wouldn’t have because it doesn’t benefit them at all. Russia denied doing this as well. The UN actually said that the only people having chemical weapons in Syria are Al Nusra and ISIS not the government.

These rebels have been caught lying before, showing pictures of a Lebanese music clip about a little girl running for her life and pretending it’s in Syria, and now there’s a even a picture circulating about a girl suffocating when it’s a painting in Turkey.

Honestly I don’t understand why are people so eager to trust terrorists, most of them aren’t even Syrians and they’re actually Al Qaeda members who want to take back Syria to the stone age with women dress all in black, christians and religious minorities having no rights, forced to pay a tax and shariah law. Towns like Aleppo are controlled by terrorists and no, Syrians all over Syria don’t want them.

Like.. Subhanallah, Assad always drops chemical weapons on children when he has the upper hand in negotiations…. y'all are so naive

At least have the decency to ask for an investigation on who did the attacks, because all this only benefits the rebels because they gain sympathy from the west who was actually withdrawing from the conflict, and now you got the west willing to give terrorists weapons again because that turned out to be such a great idea the last time *cough* ISIS *cough*. Assad is not perfect but you can’t blame him for refusing to give into terrorists backed by foreign western powers.

I see posts mocking Trump for blaming Obama, ok, Trump is moronic bigoted bastard, but Obama screwed up the middle east, ignoring that fact makes you a liar. He freaking armed Al Qaeda members without even realizing it because people in the west have no fucking clue what’s happening in the MENA region and yet they always want to insert themselves….
So yeah, Bush screwed up that region, Obama screwed it up and even Hillary screwed it up and I’m tired of people giving a pass at Obama because he makes funny jokes, that makes no sense.

Let’s not forget how nobody even gives a fuck that Saudi Arabia is using famine as a weapon of war in Yemen while the USA bombs the shit out of starving people. But no, let’s just side with Al Qaeda terrorists because Russia is with Assad and Russia is bad and our arch enemy and trying to take control of the region but we can’t declare war directly so we have a proxy war going on because otherwise we’ll nuke each other to death… I mean nothing wrong can happen right? It’s not like you’re arming and training religious nutjobs who think their salafi ideology is the superior faith and everyone else is wrong and going to hell…

I mean seriously though every single fucking time the USA arms someone in the Mid-East or trains them or whatever and then BOOM they turned their back on the USA and become terrorists. Maybe it’s time you stop doing that? At this point, you must know this doesn’t work.

You’re either with terrorists or you’re not.

i feel like, as a psychotic person, it’s really hard to find a balance between ‘everything has a meaning/reason’ and ‘nothing has a meaning/reason’. i guess it’s like that for everyone but i feel like it effects my daily life so much

sometimes i like to think sometimes that i’m here for a reason, for like a specific purpose and i have something to do here, everyone has something to do and we were all made for a reason and i’ll fulfill my reason and i’ll KNOW when i do

and other times i suddenly find comfort in there not being a reason and that one day it’ll all just be gone. it’s just a constant back-and-forth 

like sometimes i’ll sit down and just exist for a while and think that this is the best thing ever. THIS is what i’m here for, to just exist and sit here

and then i get scared all over again… like i’m going to die some day. that’s inevitable. and i’m really afraid to. every day i get closer to that. i’m really afraid of what’s going to happen, because sometimes i’m pretty sure there will be nothing there and it scares me a lot 

and then sometimes i have horrible delusions, of being from somewhere else, that this is all just one step of a really big journey, that i’m destined for something past this, that when my life is over here i’ll go somewhere else, or wake up, or something. like this is all a test or a game or a program or… something

everything is just really scary and overwhelming sometimes and it makes me afraid to be spiritual, and it makes me afraid to not be spiritual, because what if whatever is out there is mad at me for not believing all the time? for not being able to? for being afraid there’s something else?

it’s so hard to navigate faith and anything beyond as a psychotic person. i take accusations, joke or not, of being damned to hell very seriously. everything is either too real or too unreal and there’s no balance. i’m constantly afraid of something but i don’t know what

hey, writers!

i would really love it if we could do larry remix fic fest like they do for hp/drarry. i really love reading those and i think it would be really cool. right now it’s just a thought and idk who else reads them or knows what i’m talking about, but i’m about to tag the hell out of some writers just to make sure you see this and think about it a bit. here’s a link to the 2017 drarry remix fest, check out the faqs and info so you can see what it’s about. 

@louandhazaf @alarrylarrie @waytoomanypeopleintheaddisonlee @a-writerwrites @phd-mama @greenfeelings @alivingfire @gloriaandrews @100percentsassy @xabjectlessonsx @theficwritersblock @nottooldforthisship @lucystarkid @lululawrence @dimpled-halo @juliusschmidt @cherrystreet 

ok so tumblr is being a pain in the ass so i’m not tagging anyone else, but please reblog or message or whatever. this is just literally a thought that i just had when the hd-remix post came across my dash, so i have no well formed ideas about it at all. it’s totally possible that this has been done before and i’m just not aware of it.

friendly reminder that mentally ill people do not owe you SHIT.

they do not have to ‘get help’ before they can continue venting about their feelings on the internet.

they do not have to exercise, eat healthily, do yoga or whatever the fuck else you’ve come up with that is their obvious cure.

they do not have to 'give it a go!’ they do not have to 'make an effort at least!“

you do not get ANY say on how strangers on the internet, acquaintances or hell, anyone who isn’t your patient, deals with their mental illness.

they do not have to justify anything to you. they are not being irrational, stupid, or selfish for not doing these things.

holy fuck, it has nothing to do with you. leave us alone.

anonymous asked:

I have a lot of trouble with writing casual dialogue. I just never know when to include physical gestures and actions and facial expressions and how often to say he/she said/yelled/whined etc. I can write dialogue pretty well when it's important to the plot, but when it's just some filler stuff to keep it going, it just starts to fall apart :(

Hey there, anon!  Thanks for sending your question :)  This is a subject I’ve been working on for the past few months, actually, so I understand your pain!  Dialogue – or rather, the descriptors around it – is something that doesn’t feel quite natural to write.  There are two reasons for this:

  1. Conversations move much more quickly in real life.  When we talk to someone, we are so focused on the information they’re giving us that we don’t always think about their body language, or even how they’re speaking – “explaining,” “mumbling,” “berating,” “perseverating,” etc.  It’s not something we consciously register, so it’s not as easy to write as setting description, dialogue, or thoughts.
  2. Dialogue descriptors are a relatively new trend in literature.  I’ve found that in most the classic literature I read, dialogue is less frequent – and when it is used, it’s rarely accompanied by body language or dialogue tags.  Dialogue descriptors became more popular when movies and TV hit the scene.  Writing became less information-centered – focusing more on details that make the scene more imaginable.  This makes it much more difficult to do research!

So if dialogue descriptors are hard to recognize in daily life and in literature, how do we write it naturally?  How do we know how much is too much, or when and where to introduce it?

Well, like all aspects of fiction writing – dialogue, description, internal dialogue, worldbuilding – it’s important that it’s only used to the extent it’s needed.  If it becomes distracting or overwhelming, you’re misusing it.  These are my criteria for when dialogue descriptors become too much:

  • The description takes longer than the action it’s describing.  Descriptors become distracting if they take up too much time – just like if an actor held a facial expression for too long.  It would stall the scene, and the point would be lost.

How to test this: Put one of your dialogue-heavy scenes on your phone to test it out.  While looking at yourself in the mirror, have Siri (or Cortana or whatever the hell else) read your scene to you – while she does, act it out in the mirror.  Make the expressions and perform the body language.  Read the dialogue, external and internal.  Ill-timed or excessive description will become apparent to you this way.

  • The description is superfluous or too wordy.  Descriptive dialogue tags (e.g. “shouted,” “heckled,” “joked,” “complained”) and accompanying adverbs become superfluous if they describe something the dialogue already portrays.  Examples:

“I knew it was you!” she exclaimed.  (The exclamation point already states that it’s an exclamation.)

“You are so selfish!” he shouted angrily.  (You could get away with “shouted”, but it’s implied that the character is angry by their dialogue.)

“I thought you said you were free tonight,” she said in confusion, her eyebrows wrinkled.  (Confusion is apparent in the dialogue; also, the image of her eyebrows wrinkling is more powerful than the “Tell” version, “in confusion”.)

  • It doesn’t add to the scene.  Common descriptors, like raising eyebrows, blinking, swallowing, and shaking or nodding of the head are excessive in real life conversations, but not necessary in your scene.  If body language doesn’t affect the tone of the dialogue or move your characters through the scene (e.g. sitting down at a table) then it’s unnecessary and clutters the prose.

As for writing dialogue itself, I’ll refer you to this post I made a little while ago about dialogue improvement.  If you have any further questions, I’ll gladly take them :)  Happy writing!


If you need advice on general writing or fanfiction, you should maybe ask me!

Derby Girl ~ smut

Author: completedylantrash

Rating: NSFW 18+ Explicit Smut

Word Count: 3672

A/N: So…this was sent to me as an anon:

So this is me…fucking Dylan O’Brien. This was more for me than anyone else but it turned into a 3k word story so I’m gonna share it lol. OH! So I’m gonna tag my hoes @dumbass-stilinski @thelittlestkitsune @smutandahalf @stilinski-jpeg @obrienhoe if yall wanna do one yourself cuz it says send to your favorite authors ;)



How the hell did I end up in this damn place? Oh that’s right…stupid fucking plane had to land in this hick ass town because we couldn’t make it all the way to Miami. Now I’m stuck here for the next twenty-four hours so they can fix whatever the hell was wrong with the jet. I swear to god if I’m not out of here by tomorrow…

Keep reading

Update!

Originally posted by allreactions

The printing press is hot!

I’m currently writing lots and lots of things. 

The Bonded Through Sin: 100+ Kink Challenge is still happening. My requests are still open! Here is the post with the kinks and what to do. 

@helvonasche @madamelibrarian @formidablepassion @lucibae-is-dancing-in-hell are the others working on this with me and a few are still taking requests!


Also, I am writing angsty, smutty, fluffy, whatever, fics, drabbles, etc. with reader inserts, ships, OFC’s/OMC’s and anything else. (That was a clusterfuck)

Essentially, I am writing everything. 

Here is my Masterlist for the other fics I am writing

I want to hear what you guys want me to write. Send me requests, my ask box is always open and so is my inbox. Come talk to me :)


Last item of business:

I am trying to compile a tag list. If you guys like this mess that I’m doing on a weekly basis and want to be tagged, let me know! I’ll do a Forever Tag List (for everyone and everything that I write), Specific Character Tag List (for specific characters only) and a Bonded Through Sin Tag List (for the BTS 100+ Kink Challenge, because it will be happening for a while)


If you’ve made it this far through this shit show of a post, thank you for your patience. The Public Service Announcement has concluded. 

anonymous asked:

I used to go in the bpd tag all the time when I got diagnosed but stopped when everyone in there were just being assholes and thinking they were better than everyone else. I hate bpd tumblr. Sorry you're dealing with them now

whateves i’ll live! i knew i was gonna get some backlash because bpd tumblr is hell

anonymous asked:

I'm always amazed at how reluctant people are in terms of regulating their consumption of content on the internet, in this case their interactions with any given fandom. You really think I'm gonna stick it out with The Discourse if it's starting to ruin my enjoyment of the source material? Hell no. I'll drop the fandom before I ever consider dropping the series/franchise/whatever. As an aside, I just really want them to OPTIMIZE THE GAME, FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY.

literally!! twitter & tungle both have unfollow & block buttons, you can not go into tags and threads you don’t want to see, it’s so fucking easy to avoid seeing stuff you don’t want to see if you just take some responsibility yourself instead of only complaining about how shit everyone else is

AND SAME!! the game is visually stunning but my phone is not a very smart phone and crashes every like 10 minutes it’s a bad time. never 4get the lag caused by the sandstorm effects in camelot that was the true hell of that chapter

Hey

I didn’t want to post something like this because I try to be as positive and funny as I can on here, and I’m not even sure on how to word this exactly, but I have a feeling that this shipping hate will lead to Gorillaz ending prematurely. All because of ‘the fans didn’t like this pair being together, so they decided to hurt others and/or leave the fandom’.

Yes, there are some fans who are simply disgusted by a ship and there are some who have triggers, and I am sorry that what happened to you happened, I’m sure we all are. But what’s the goal of making people feel ashamed for liking a pairing that you don’t like? Doesn’t it make sense to ignore it if it triggers or upsets you?

Yes, there is a ship that I do not like, and I may not follow the people who do ship the couple, but I’m not going to make them feel like shit because it’s their preference. There’s no right or wrong to it, no matter how hard it may seem to some of us. There are some opinions that can literally hurt others and some that cannot. This one cannot and should not.

If you ship the cartoon characters, ship them. Don’t make others feel like shit bc they don’t agree with you. If you don’t ship the cartoon characters, don’t ship them. Don’t go to the tag. Don’t waste your valuable time making the hate posts. Don’t ruin this fandom. I would like to see a phase 5, 6, 7, hell 10 if it’s possible.

Idk what else to add, but maybe this opened some people’s eyes. Now can we all just wait for more details and artwork of this upcoming phase please? Be like Snoop and chill dogg.

@pugmaster-general tagged me, so here goes:

Rules: Tag 9 people you want to get to know better.

Relationship status: Atlantic-Ocean-level Long Distance relationship

Lipstick or chapstick: Lipstick. Me and red get along really well.

Last movie I watched: Does Youtube clips of Kabhie Kushie Kabhie Gham count? It’s that or whatever Bourne movie Jeremy Renner was in.

Last song you listened to: Listening to the Desi 4Chord Medley by PennMasala right now

Top 3 shows: Right now? Brooklyn 99, Criminal Minds, and Horrible Histories

Top 3 characters: Zuko, Bellamy Blake, and Milo of the Phantom Tollbooth

Top 3 ships: Zuko/Katara; Bellamy/Clarke, and Sarah/Jareth

I’ll tag @damdamfino , @bitterbiracialbibliophile, @ubiquitouch , @ashes0909, @thosepleasantgirls; @s-squared1078 ; @mermaid-in-221b ; @hell-razer and anybody else who wants to do this :D

IT’S HERE, Y’ALL, THE WEEK YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!

SEVEN DAYS DEDICATED TO THE BEST WORST SHIP IN HOMESTUCK!

Erisol week is running from November 8 to November 14. Anything goes: fic, art, music, edits, whatever!

Make sure to tag your posts with #erisolweek so we can reblog them and so everyone else can check em out! Mentioning this blog using @erisol-week works too. Please check the blog for more info!


Prompts:

Day 1: Quadrant Hell. Any quadrant goes, including quadrant vacillation. Make shippy stuff to your heart’s content! OT3s/4s/etc are ok too.

Day 2: No Sgrub. What would they be doing if they had never played Sgrub? What’s their future?

Day 3: Dream Bubbles. How would they interact in the dream bubbles? Would they stick to the Eridan or Sollux from their own timeline or would they talk to others from other timelines?

Day 4: FREE DAY. Do whatever you want! Dreamers, godtiers, anything goes.

Day 5: Post-game. What happens after the game? Can also be interpreted as, what happens post-Erisolsprite?

Day 6: Favorite AU. Humanstuck, bloodswap, monsterstuck, petstuck, gemstuck, militarystuck, promstuck, whatever your favorite AU is.

Day 7: Sadstuck. Make those tears flow. Does Sollux become a helmsman and Eridan pilot the ship? Does Sollux die of old age while dating Eridan? Does someone die in general? Do your worst.

@my followers who are yuri on ice fans (and anyone else tbh)

I am both fluent in Russian AND a very high level figure skater so if anyone needs help on fanart or fanfics or is just curious on whatever I am happy to help don’t hesistate to ask

“I win.”

pairing: michael x reader

word count: 1,178

requested! i hope you enjoy it xx

gonna be writing a lot more since its summer now, so send in requests for imagines n shit like that


3…2…1

Smoke filled the pitch black room, the only light coming from glow-in-the-dark paint on the walls and barriers illuminated by the blue light or the two bases, one blue the other red. The rest of your team dispersed into the arena, you lagging behind considerably. From across the room, you saw a lanky figure underneath one of the blue lights, his bright pink hair now flowing just as the walls were. You held your laser gun in your hand, ducking behind a barrier as you watched him pass by you. Quickly, you pulled the trigger, hitting your boyfriend in the back and making the vest light up, indicating he had to retreat back to his base.

“Fucking hell.” He mumbled, scurrying back to where he had come from.

It was Michael’s idea in the first place to go play laser tag on a date, but neither of you expected to be here for 2 hours, keeping a running tab on who was winning.

Michael, being the gamer he is, was in the lead.

He had 24 kill shots to your 21 you had on him, and each time he would shoot you, he would let out a loud holler so everyone in the arena knew that in fact the guy with pink hair had shot his girlfriend. Again.

Except that last shot you don’t think Michael knew it was you; that happened occasionally throughout the day, as he would mistaken you for another girl and when he would shout “GOTCHA BABE” to the wrong person, they were extremely offended and annoyed with Michael.

You, being the great girlfriend you were, would laugh every time that happened. Which was a lot more often than you expected.

Now, he was only up by 2 shots, and it was about to be reduced to 1 when you saw him recharging by his base, in clear view from your position. You saw a member of your team come up behind him and shoot him right as he turned around, and he threw his gun to the ground.

“That’s not fucking fair!” He shouted, crouching down to pick up the gun again.

You chuckled. “Yes it is, babe.” You shouted to him, catching his attention.

He saw you, a smirk growing on his face as you quickly turned around and ran off, not wanting to get shot by him. But, as you were dodging more barriers, a member of Michael’s team had shot you from up above. You whined and trudged back to your base.

“Gotta pay more attention, love!” You heard Michael call out to you.

“Shut up Michael!” You yelled back, hearing a few snickers from your teammates who were positioned to protect the base.

The second round of the match quickly ended, and you and Michael met up in the center to claim your kills.

“You’re winning by 2, 27 to 25.” You told him, throwing your hair into a ponytail.

“Last round?” He asked, fixing his fringe that had clung to his forehead.

“We could have another round at home.” You suggested, smirking up at him.

“Yeah? Another round of what?” He quizzed, putting a hand on your hip.

“I have a few ideas.” You teased, pecking his lips lightly. “How about winner gets to choose whatever we do tonight.”

“I dunno about you but in my opinion, quilting sounds great tonight.”

You shoved him away, laughing at his stupid joke. “Fuck you.”

“That’s the plan.” He said, placing another kiss on your jaw as your team called out to you.

“Can you hurry it up? After this you two can go home and do whatever the hell you want.”

The two of you parted as the last round started up, and to you, this was life or death. You had to win against Michael, mainly because Michael always wins when it came to games like these. Whether it be video games, go-karting, or anything else that remotely involves winning, he won. Well, sometimes he let you win or if you ever got the chance to play Mario Kart (which you were the reigning champion of out of you and the rest of the band) you would win, no questions asked.

But laser tag? This was one of Michael’s fantasies coming true—being in a video game, basically. He was bound to win, but part of you wanted to test him, make him mad at beating him at his own game.

The possibilities of what he could do with all that anger excited you, to say the least.
With your senses all on high alert for your neon-haired boyfriend, you quickly found cover from him, watching as he took out 2 of your teammates right off the bat. He knelt down beside a barrier near your base, repeatedly shooting at it to rack up more points, and it was a clear shot for you. Not another thought crossed your mind before you shot him directly in the chest, his gear lighting up and you subconsciously letting out a cheer.

He turned his head to face your direction, but you hid behind the barrier, unseen by him. While he ran back to his base, you called out to him. “That’s another point for me, babe.”
“Fuck off, Y/N!” He yelled back at you.

The clock was running out for you to shoot him 2 more times, and from your hideout near the corner of the arena, you could easily win this. He still hadn’t seen you, which put you at ease. If you just stayed here, he couldn’t shoot you another time.

Your plan was fool proof, and you even managed to protect your own base by shooting other members of Michael’s team. You spotted your boyfriend sneaking along the wall on the other side of the room, and one of your teammates spotted him too.

“I got him.” You whispered to her, and she nodded, moving further out into the arena. A second later and you hit him.

“You guys are tied now!” Your teammate taunted to Michael.

“Where the fuck is she?!” He exclaimed, growing more frustrated with you.

Knowing he had under 30 seconds to win the game, he ran as fast as he could back to his base to recharge, and you just stayed put, a grin on your face knowing you had this win in the bag. He had no idea where you were, just like you had hoped.

A flash of pink crossed your line of view, and you brought up your laser gun in the direction of where the color traveled, until it disappeared. You frowned, looking around a bit to see where he had gone.

Just then, you were whirled around, and before you knew it a pair of lips were on yours. His tongue quickly slipped into your mouth before teasingly drawing back, leaving you dazed and longing for more. But before you could do anything about it, your gear had lit up, Michael looking down at you with a knowing smirk.

“I win.”

okay folks

Since over one thousand of you have followed me since season 1 ended, I’m going to give you the rundown on how things work around here during episode airing times.

First and foremost: I watch episodes live as they air in France. My French oral comprehension is not perfect - and I am definitely rusty since I haven’t had a formal class in months - but I can understand most of what I am hearing. And I react. Loudly.

That means at around 3am EST, this blog will be full of liveblogging and spoilers and will be contain them from here on out. I will tag spoilers for one week after the episode airs. IF YOU DONT WANT SPOILERS, blacklist “ml spoilers” because that’s the only one I’ll be using in this situation. If you’re on mobile, then I suggest just getting the hell out of Dodge.

After the episode there will be rants, mini-essays, gifs, and whatever else I fancy. I know many of you found me because you saw one of my post-episode freakouts/rants. I will post a link to the episode on youtube as soon as I find it.

I’ll reblog this a few times throughout the day.

You have been warned.

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as long love and care for them, BLUSH AWAY!


I’m not really a shipper, but hey this was fun to make. Shootout to all Ash shippers out there…haters not welcome. Anyway, hope everyone had a happy Valentines/single awareness/OTP or whatever the hell you wanna call it day! Never feel alone because there will always be someone that cares for you, whether if it’s a close friend, family member or just a random nice person you met the other day. Now go share the love and hug the next person you see…DO IT

Everyone knows how this works, right? Cool. I’ll just explain what the hell else comes with random starters. BY LIKING THIS POST, you give me full permission to write you STARTERS. You alsoMAY get random graphics/edits/icons because hell, I live for that shit. This also guarantees my permission for your muses to bother mine, or for you to message me ooc any time you want to talk about headcanons or whatever you’d like. Basically this post is kind of everything rolled into one. So, if you’re down to be bothered at any random moment, give this post a like.

                 ****mutuals are highly prioritized obviously, but this is open to non-mutuals as well.