whatever you think is happening here

anonymous asked:

Sonja, thank you for being one of the only ones here to point out how this situation is so unfair and not good at all. Yes, great for Harry and his deal and he's going to be successful but why Sony? Louis has the worst image, the worst team and the majority of the things that happened to with are Sony fault so literally WHY THEM? I can't be happy I can't I need Louis free to do whatever he wants and people working WITH him and not against him. When this is going to change??? ☹️

i think harry’s hands were/are probably still tied to a degree and i don’t think it was as simple as harry freely choosing to sign with sony. i think there are a number of other factors that influenced his decision but yeah it sucks and i think to pretend otherwise is naive and rewrites history.

we know how shitty sony is and how they’ve abused the boys over the years (or in louis’ case how they’re still abusing him). yes all major record labels are evil soulless corporations but sony’s already done so much damage to the boys directly that to me it’s nonsensical to think harry willingly chose to sign with them ~just cause~. i’m positive there’s more to it that we’ll likely never know but i won’t pretend i’m not wary.


There are things that are meant to happen, written in the stars and tattooed in invisible ink in the air. They’ll happen no matter which turn you take in the path of life, or how many delays are in the way. They’ll wait for you right until the end, when it’s time for a new beginning.
This was probably not one of those things.
That probably doesn’t change anything.
Harry almost missed her, didn’t see her in the large and unruly group that was walking to the last table on the restaurant, and frankly, that’d have been for the best, but then Gemma back tensed, making her look a little bit too uptight on her seat while she tried to look away from the group and smile awkwardly to the air.
At first Harry thought it was one of Gemma’s ex boyfriends, cause God knows she had a couple of awful ones, and as he looked again at the group, ready to mock the large head on this one guy she dated years ago, he felt the oh so familiar pang on his chest. It wasn’t hurtful anymore, not like the first few times he had seen her after it all went down, but still, it was hard to breathe for a couple of seconds, only able to look at the way her eyes sparkled a little bit as she laughed at something.
“Wanna go?” Gemma whispered lowly, frowning her perfectly shaped brows as she looked at her little brother.
“Nah,” He smiled sweetly at her, that smile that could end wars and probably make flowers grow on the ground. “I’m ok. Starving, though.”
Gemma decided to leave it at that, fully aware that that was probably all she was getting from him. But if she knew him well, and she did, there had to be a bitter taste in his mouth, the loud thump of his heart drumming in his ears, while the heavy feeling settled in his body and made a home out of it. It was called heartbreak and she had experienced once or twice before, although, she could never feel anything as intensely as Harry did, so that had to be hell.
The girl could probably have lived without knowing that Harry was sitting right across the restaurant, with his long legs hooked around the legs of the stool and his head hanging low as his sister leaned into him. There was no pang for her, no bitter taste or feeling in her body at the sight of the boy, but a black hole, a void that turned her into a numb doll. She would have wondered if she was still breathing, but the prickling of her eyes as she tried to look away made her sure that she was still alive. Just barely.
She had loved him, the kind of love that sets you on fire and watches you burn slowly, and then when it leaves, you can’t bear the thought to let it go, cause even if it hurts, even if the memory of it leaves you breathless from time to time, even that is better than to live without it. She still loved him, and it fucking hurt.

My favorite thing about the community here...

Is that we all support each other.

You kill a workout? Post a cute selfie? Have a shit day? Feel like a rock star? Had something really disappointing happen to you?

We’re there for each other. With a kind comment, a like, or reblog, whatever. 

We support each other. And we succeed. 

And I just think that’s super, super awesome. Love who you are and rock what you got, but don’t forget to extend the same to others :)

A bride to spring, a mate to night. 

(Tumblr messed up the quality, for a change, so I had to add the borders to post the full drawing, but please also click it for hd :D)

Winter Starters
  • "It's SO COLD!"
  • "I'm not sure we're going to be able to go anywhere today."
  • "Would you like to build a snowman?"
  • "Whatever happened to global warming?"
  • "Everything's melting."
  • "I don't think there's enough snow."
  • "Looks like a green Christmas this year."
  • "Take these lights and cover the bushes."
  • "It's a winter wonderland!"
  • "I love the long nights."
  • "You need a pair of sunglasses today."
  • "Do we have any eggnog?"
  • "Looks like a night for alcohol."
  • "I need some soup."
  • "I made you some hot chocolate."
  • "Layers of blankets are needed here."
  • "I'm not getting out of bed today."
  • "I got a fire started."
  • "Look at all the snow!"
  • "What's the temperature outside?"
  • "It's raining again."
  • "I think I'll stay home."
  • "Tea is what's needed here."
  • "The holidays are overrated."
  • "Who wants to wassail?"
  • "Let's go shopping."
  • "Light the candles!"
  • "Is all this really necessary?"

(Part 3)
Translation for English Speakers:
“Siempre que duermo aquí, ella golpea la puerta…mi Mamá…”= “Every time I sleep here (his bedroom), she hits (basically she pounds) the door… my mom”

This part made me rethink his relationship with his mom… he clearly has a lot of good memories with her, so him saying something like this is kind of odd. This part actually really reminds of Perks of Being a Wallflower.
Well in the book and movie, it’s made clear that Charlie clearly loves his aunt dearly and has tons of great memories about her… but through flashbacks it is implied that she molested Charlie many times before despite being such a loving aunt. Charlie tried to suppress these memories but it comes to light now and again.
I think that is what happened here. The fact the Sangwoo has these nightmares, hallucinations, visions, whatever you want to call it… of his mom angrily trying to get into his bedroom door at night is suggestive enough. Not only that but he says “every time I sleep here” which means that this was a common occurrence. He’s even terrified and dreads what will happen and this clearly is either a literal memory or based off actual things that would happen to him and I just don’t see why a kid would lock his door in fright of his mom entering his bedroom at night other than because she was going to kill or molest him.

Next the fact that he only kills women (caution: this might be a reach) may show that he has some weird anger towards women perhaps in relation to his mom… or it could just be that women are easier targets but then again, he seemed to have no problems luring that middle aged man into his trap and guys tends to have their guards down especially when it comes down to the prospect of getting some sex, while women tend to be much more wary of danger and thus require more effort to convince into entering ones house.
The most telling evidence of all, which I don’t have pictures for right now, but you can look up chapter 13 on YouTube and read the translation for it, is that he pops a boner thinking about his mom multiple times throughout the story… Bum also reminds him of his mom and he seems to get some sick enjoyment from hearing Bum call out his name and struggle and do sexual things with him.
The fact that he is associating his mom with sex… and even popping a boner… I think is telling enough to make me think that his relationship with his mom isn’t as sweet as it sounds.

** My favourites

Lazy Saturdays and Eskimo Kisses (1/1 | 3,970 | Rated E) **

Even spends the weekend with Isak being cute and getting up to some shenanigans.

The aftermath (8/8 | 8,297 | Rated T) **

Since Skam is on hiatus till the 14th here’s my every day fanfiction of what I think Isak is going through after the events of Episode 5. It’ll cover all the 8 days until Skam comes back.

And if they taste the same, would you love again? (4/4 | 5,700 | Rated M) **

It’s like we are running our own private marathon yet we are lying there absolutely still apart from the breathing and my sobs that I just cant control. Because how can he not want this? How can he not feel whatever cosmic shit is happening when were together? I am so angry at him, I am so scared, and I haven’t got a fucking clue where we go from here, apart from that at this moment in time I don’t care. I just need him. I need him to tell me its alright, that he is mine, and that it was all a fucking mistake. But he doesn’t. Instead he just kisses me. And it’s fucking breathtaking.

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Health care access 

“I’ve been a big supporter of Planned Parenthood. To me they’re such an important and critical thing for American health care that I want to do whatever I can for them. As a Canadian, health care wasn’t a thing for me that you would have to pay for or think about. When I moved here I went to Planned Parenthood because I needed to go see a doctor. I had the most pleasant experience that, when I left, I actually called my dad sobbing. I told him what happened, and how nice, and polite, and everything they were with me. At that point I was making no money as an artist, so I could have not afforded getting tests. It needs to be something that stays.”

In honor of International Women’s Day, we are posting quotes from our latest Creative New York interview with Petra Collins, highlighting issues relating to body image, openness, collaboration, and health care access as an artist. Read the entire interview at nyc.moma.org.

Join us on 3/18 for MoMA PopRally’s Petra Collins: In Search of Us, an evening of performance, music, and digital art conceived and developed by Collins and artist Madelyne Beckles. Tickets and more info at mo.ma/poprallyxpetra

[Portrait of Petra Collins by Nguan]

Doctor Strange... basically SPOILERS
  • Stephen: I am such an intelligent neurosurgeon, and Nick sucks... LOL, hey Christine, bet you wanna go out with me
  • Christine: No thanks
  • Stephen: Whatevs, I'm gonna drive about 120 k per hour, what's the worst that can happen xD?
  • __________
  • Stephen: Crap
  • Christine: Don't worry, I'm here for you
  • Stephen: Screw that, I wanna have my hands back
  • All the doctors: LOL you're not
  • Stephen: I'm so sad and desperate, what should I do? Oh I know! Take it all out with the only person that cares about me... LEAVE ME ALONE CHRISTINE, YOU ARE NOT IMPORTANT TO ME
  • Christine: Fine...
  • __________
  • Stephen: .....I think I screwed up
  • Pangborn: You should totally go to Karma Taj
  • Stephen: I literally just met you and this is crazy but...sure why not?
  • __________
  • Mordo: Don't say anything stupid
  • Stephen: Okay
  • The Ancient one: Hello Mr Strange
  • Stephen: It's "doctor" and this is stupid
  • Mordo: *facepalm*
  • Stephen: I can't do magic!
  • The Ancient one: I have an idea! I'm gonna leave you to freeze in Everest, let's see if you can return LMAO
  • Mordo: I'm starting to question your teaching techniques ._.
  • _________
  • Wong: Here are some books
  • Stephen: I think I'm gonna check out the forbidden one, Beyoncé
  • Wong: You are not funny
  • _________
  • Stephen: What's that necklace and this spell supposed to do? Meh what's the worst that can happen?
  • __________
  • Kaecilius: Hey there Mister...
  • Stephen: IT'S DOCTOR -.-
  • Kaecilius: Mister Doctor?
  • Stephen: -_________-
  • ____________
  • Kaecilius: Dormammu is life
  • Stephen: The ancient one is against him
  • Kaecilius: Dormammu is the answer
  • Stephen: WILL YOU STOP?
  • Kaecilius: Lol, I was just distracting you
  • *Stephen gets stabbed*
  • Christine: WHAT?!
  • ___________
  • Mordo: Cool cape man
  • The Ancient One: You will be defend New York, Master Strange
  • Stephen: Heck no Ancinet one, I just killed a guy,AND FOR THE LAST TIME IT'S FREAKING DOCTOR STEPHEN STRANGE, plus you are evil too...
  • Mordo: Wait what?.....
  • __________
  • Stephen: CHRISTINE
  • Christine: Oh my gosh ._.
  • __________
  • Ancient one: I did do bad stuff but for a good reason
  • Stephen: Who am I to judge?
  • Stephen: Listen we have to keep fighting, okay? Hong Kong is our last hope
  • ........
  • *Everything is destroyed*
  • Stephen: I think my motivational speech did take too long
  • Mordo: We are doomed
  • Stephen: Don't worry I'll sacrifice myself for eternity... DORMAMMU I've come to bargain
  • Dormammu: No, you die
  • Stephen: Nope
  • Dormammu: Yes
  • Stephen: No
  • Dormammu: Yes
  • Stephen: No
  • Dormammu: YES
  • Stephen: NO
  • Dormammu: Oh my gosh please stop, I'll destroy Kaecilius myself and not attack earth
  • Wong: You saved my lfe!! I'm gonna laugh at your jokes now :3
  • Stephen: Oh c'mon Mordo, I literally saved the planet
  • Mordo: B*** I'm out

Yes you, you. The one reading this audio transcript right now. The TARDIS doesn’t have a signal strong enough for me to see you in video, so this will have to do. Sorry about that. I’m a billion light years away and several million years in the future, plus the TARDIS needs a bit of time to recharge. But I wanted to talk to you, right now.

I’ve heard of the problems you’re going through, and I get it. It’s hard, it’s difficult, and you feel like giving up.

Don’t. No matter what, don’t. I didn’t reach two thousand, or four billion years of living just to give up. And you certainly didn’t live as long as you have by giving up now, have you? I shouldn’t think so. And don’t try to play smart with me. I have given up on Rubix cubes several times, but that’s not the point I’m trying to make here.

Whatever’s happening, you can get through it. You have come so far, and you have such a long way to go. Believe me, I know. It’s tough. It can be heart-shattering. You may not have the power to push through with the decisions you’re making. I’ve been there. But I’ve made a promise to myself. Do you want to know what it is? You’ve heard of it before, I imagine, but here it is again.

Never cruel or cowardly. Never give up. Never give in.

I’ve fought monsters and beings with power unimaginable, and you may think that you couldn’t possibly do the same, but you face the same kind of monsters on your own. You face them every day. They may not have the same look, or always have the same strategy for taking down, but you always pull it off. And that’s what me makes so proud of you little humans.

So get out there. Fight them again and triumph. Because no matter what you do, even if it’s the smallest actions… once you get past another day? You’ve won the battle. And there are so many more to win ahead of you. I believe in you human, even if you don’t. I am willing to bet there are other people out there who do too. If you don’t see them at the moment, don’t worry. They’ll come round soon.

Go for it, human.

-The Doctor


“He was evil, Mulder. I’m sure about that, without a doubt. But there’s one thing that I’m not sure of.”
“What’s that?”
“Who was at work in me. Or what. What made me… what made me pull the trigger.”
“You mean if it was God?”
“I mean… what if it wasn’t?”

Mulder spins to sit beside her on the bed. When he raises his arm, she hesitates for only a moment before tucking herself against him. His hand comes to rest on her shoulder, his thumb stroking lightly over flannel and taut muscles just covering bone. She melts into his side, sighing as her head tilts to lean against him.

“I think…” he says slowly, “that whatever happened, whether or not there was anything at work here beyond trauma and survival instinct, you did the right thing. And that’s what matters.”

She stays quiet, but her arm snakes around behind him, her hand finding his waist and squeezing. He holds her gently, lets her be the driver of how much contact she’s comfortable with after her harrowing ordeal. The room around them stands in evidence of the violent attack against her, broken glass and splintered wood screaming out a story of a man hell-bent on hurting her, on finishing what he started four years ago. But almost before he even finishes the thought, Mulder realizes something else: the destruction in here also testifies to how hard she fought back.

He raced over here to save her, but she had already saved herself.

“Come on, Dana,” he whispers. “Let’s get out of here.”

He feels her nod against him, and she takes another deep breath before pulling away. He stands along with her, his hand moving out of habit toward her lower back but stopping just short of touching her, hovering there instead. When she steps forward toward the dresser, he makes his way carefully behind her to walk over to the closet. He finds a medium-sized suitcase and sets it down on the bed; it goes without saying that she will stay with him for at least a few days. They work in quiet concert as she pulls clothes out of drawers and hands them over for him to pack.

He watches her while trying not to let her catch him at it. Outwardly, she appears calm, her movements methodical and unhurried. It is only because he knows her as well as he does that he can see the tension in her posture, the anxiety at war with bone-deep exhaustion. It may well be for the best that she’s going on 24 hours without sleep; fatigue has a way of dulling the edges of pain, of drawing a gauzy film over emotions that might otherwise sting so much more sharply.

He hasn’t slept either, of course. He’s been running on adrenaline and energy reserves born of necessity, the kind that only spring into being when it’s life or death. He will crash just as hard as she does, when all of this is over.

“This is enough.” She meets his eyes only briefly over a handful of socks, but in them he can see her thoughts still spinning over gods and devils.

He wants to tell her it will all be okay. To wrap her in his arms and tell her not to worry. The very notion of anything evil at work in Dana Katherine Scully is utterly inconceivable. But it will only sound like empty platitudes coming from him, the believer in everything but this.

So he buries the impulse and nods, zipping the suitcase and picking it up. He gestures toward the bedroom door, to let her lead the way out, but she shakes her head.

“I want to change out of these pajamas. I’ll be right out.”

He nods again. “Okay. I’ll make sure the officers don’t need anything else from us, and we can leave as soon as you’re ready.”


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  • You’re a beast hunter, aren’t you?
  • We are hunters, the both of us.
  • Well, that’s most unfortunate.
  • If you have a change of heart, you know where to come.
  • There must be oodles for us to share.
  • May the good blood guide your way.
  • Good to see you safe.
  • There’s something I want to tell you.
  • There must be some safe place to run off to?
  • Around here, you are the only one I can turn to.
  • You understand, don’t you?
  • I knew you’d come back for more.
  • Whatever happens, you may think it all a bad dream.
  • Didn’t you see the warning?
  • How did you get in here?
  • You have the whole night to dream. Make the best of it.
  • I have nothing more to offer.
  • This night is long, but morning always comes.
  • Remember yourself. You are not a beast.
  • Isn’t it time someone put you out of your misery?
  • May you find your worth in the waking world.
  • Do the Gods love their creations?
  • Would you ever think to love me?
  • I do love you. Isn’t that how you’ve made me?
  • What a mess you’ve been caught up in.
  • Prepare yourself for the worst.
  • My glory days were long ago now.
  • The sweet blood, oh, it sings to me.
  • It’s enough to make a man sick.
  • It will be a long hunt tonight.
  • You needn’t concern yourself with me.
  • I can wait. I won’t be afraid.
  • I’ve much better ways to pass the time.
  • Don’t you have work to do? Go slit some throats.
  • Do you think I owe you something?
  • Don’t you come near me! I know your type.
  • What, you think I’m a beast?
  • He’s not to be trusted.
  • Not even death offers solace.
  • Have mercy on the poor bastard.
  • Throw yourself to the wolves.
  • My god is lost to me, so I must find another.
  • On a night like this… I took you for a monster.
  • Thank the stars you’re fairly normal.
  • This whole place is falling apart.
  • Do you hear the graveyard murmurs?

anonymous asked:

Yang, help. I think there might be someone stalking me and they keep leaving Ice Cream everywhere? I have no clue why this is happening or how, but it is!

Yang: Don’t let yourself get creamed, my dude.
Yang: Just give them the cold shoulder.
Yang: If they don’t stop, maybe it’s mint to be.
Yang: Or I dunno.
Yang: Maybe they just have a chocolate chip on their shoulder.
Yang: Whatever happens, you can sherbet that I’ll be here for you.

My blog doesn't say 18+ for no reason

And whatever the hell that reason may be, the rule stands.
There is no excuse for why you think it’s okay for YOU to follow.
I don’t care where you live or what the laws are there.
I don’t care if you think you’re mature enough or you don’t happen to spot the nsfw content on my blog and think that makes it okay.
Don’t bother giving me excuses, because I literally do not care. If you’re not 18+ I don’t want you here. Simple as that.
I don’t understand why people are constantly trying to make excuses for why they should be allowed to be somewhere they aren’t wanted. It’s just embarrassing.

I want every Trump supporter or moderate to know that whatever happens, they did this.

There’s no, “We didn’t think he would go this far”, no “A lot of people had this mindset”, no “We couldn’t have known it would turn out this way”.

Trump supporters were told day in and day out, over and over exactly what it would be like and here it is and here it continues to get worse.

You can never absolve yourself of this, you will never be the victim, and you will never be the good guy.

Prompt: “Could we have a Chekov x reader where the bridge crew or just one of the main people catches them in an awkward situation and Chekov is all embarrassed but the reader thinks it’s funny?” - Anon

Word Count: 736

Author’s Note: Welp, live and learn. I realized that I was spelling, and pronouncing a certain Russian phrase completely wrong. Life imitating art? Anyway, for the purposes of this piece, I’m assuming that Sulu’s daughter is still named Demora in the AOS timeline. Also, I’m really bad at awkward situations, apparently, so we get whatever the hell happened here. Enjoy!

Cyrillic Key:  Боже мой - Bozhe moy - Oh my God.

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One of the reasons why I love the Sherlolly ship is because we let our imaginations run wild.

Because of and from the little content we see from the show, sherlolly shippers create wonderful art and write amazing stories. We don’t need validation to enjoy our little ship (although we hope for it). I think that makes us less violent and more accepting and thus happier.

Whatever happens in TFP, whether the show continues or not, I hope you remain as your awesome selves, fellow sherlolly peeps!


ALEX AND JO IN EVERY EPISODE || You Haven’t Done Nothin’ (13x09)

After the trail, if I just take off, if I leave, it’s not because of you. It’s because my testimony will be a matter of record or whatever. But I don’t want you to think that it’s you ever. 

Hey! Don’t go anywhere, no matter what happens, okay? 

I don’t want him to find me. He can’t find me.

This is your life. You’re Jo Wilson. You belong here. 

We have been through too much, here. You and me. Okay? I mean, I know things aren’t perfect and I know there’ve been some issues, alright? And you’ve kept things from me and I’ve kept things from you… but I am not unhappy, okay? I am not unsatisfied. You think I am…and I can’t convince you that I’m not. I mean…this, right here, is all that I will ever need. I never thought in my wildest dreams that it would happen. That you and me, we would happen. But we did. And, listen, I know I’m not the easiest guy in the world to build a life with or to share a house with, but there is no one who will be more here for you than me. I will never leave. I will never think about leaving. I will do whatever it takes to fix what’s wrong. I’ll go to that nutty therapist of yours. I’ll open up a franchise if that’s who you want me to be. I’ll run the kitchen at your inn. I’ll give you back the entire closet; I only took that half because you insisted I do it and I just assumed you’d take it back eventually anyhow… just listen, look, you need space and I need you. God damn it Lorelai. We have been through so much.  - Luke Danes, Gilmore Girls
—  this killed me.