this all better be fake like i cant believe that silver is actually considering killing flint when all flint has shown him is love and support. he is literally willing to fight and possibly die in order to save madi for him and silver is just “FUCK YOU” like what the hell you’ve got this man that has completely opened up to you, has devoted himself to you, and you’re just gonna turn against him?? this is either all deliberate misguidance or they are literally doing this and using madi as an ‘instrument’ to break the most beautifully developed relationship in the show
okay so, i don't know if you're taking promptes, but i was reading the panels with Seidou / Amon talking through the wall in them and i just thought you would be able to write something revolving around that beautifully ? just them morally supporting each other, i'm guessing Amon would hear Seidou's screams during torture a lot and maybe comfort him maybe(?), etc.. It's up to you, your writing style and general involvement in this fandom is inspiring either way, I hope you have a great day!
I’m trying not to throw canon too far under the bus with this one, since now I get to explore a whole new side of Amon! Also thank you so much for being so sweet!!!
fortunately, Neil Josten doesn’t get sick often. but it still happens, from time to time, and when he does it’s absolutely frightening. he doesn’t pretend everything’s fine, not really, not the way everyone expects him to. he doesn’t even barricate himself up in his room and “waits for death to take him”, like Nicky. he doesn’t get bitchy like Kevin, or irritating like Aaron, or disappears like Andrew. He just shuts down, completely. He’s still up, he still practices. But he’s not present. He just goes through the motions, sometimes he doesn’t talk for days. He just boards himself up in his own mind, too focused on being fine to do much at all, not even focusing on the outside world. When he does get sick, it’s always bad, like some sort of retribution for always escaping seasonal colds and the occasional flu. When he does, sometimes his thoughts get tangled up, and he forgets. He forgets his mother is not there to beat him up if he’s anything other than fine. He forgets he doesn’t have to be vigilant 24/7, because his father could find him. He forgets he’s not alone, and has to do everything on his own. He forgets, he forgets, and sometimes not even Andrew knows what to do.
Here I come onto Tumblr to escape stuff related to the news, either by the whole sexuality topics or “Donald Trump is at it again” debate or or anything news really, but the people I follow posts/reblog them…. and I can’t blacklist them either cuz it’ll appear on my phone… and it’ll hurt my heart if I unfollow some of my friends too whom I made bonds with…
It’s a never ending loop… sometimes it makes me wanna quit everything…
Is it bad I wish in Diamond World when Heroine gets her chance to look at her computer I wish it booted up to the dreaded Window 10 installation sequence. And when it got to the lying “Your files are exactly where we left them” screen,
Heroine would feel a hand on her shoulder and Toma echoing it saying “your files are exactly where I left them.”
“Aap ek dafa mujhe itminaan kara den ke aap isse nahin maarenge tou main chala jaounga, kabhi wapas nahin aaounga yahan pe!”
mein itni himmat tou hai nahin ke apne aap pe bharosa karke beti ka
haath mujh se maang liya hota. Ab mujhse vaada maang rahe ho? Agar uss
waqt tum ne mard bann ke dikhaya hota tou aaj bhi ye mardangi achi
in which you study abroad in florence, italy and find a guide to the city in ashton, artist and overall art geek – a soulmate au inspired by prompts from this list.
disclaimer: i don’t speak a lick of italian (nor have i actually been to florence, italy), which means i relied a great deal on google, so if anything’s not entirely accurate, correct me if you wish, but kindly don’t jump down my throat when you do so. :-) momentary mentions of death and alcohol/drug use near the end, so this is a heads up that it’s there – skim through, scroll past, do what you must.
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Of all the artwork in Florence, for some reason, this portrait was what struck you the most. Not Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus, not Lippi’s Madonna and Child, and not even Michaelangelo’s David (which just the sight of had made a few tourists faint, a symptom of Stendhal syndrome according to another fellow museum goer), but rather, this particular portrait right in front of you.
You supposed your fixation with the portrait had to do with the fact that looking at it was like looking into a mirror – the image looking more like your own reflection than a painting. The only difference between you and the subject of the portrait was that you both wore different clothing – you in 21st century attire and her in attire appropriate of the time period…of the Renaissance, at least 400 years ago. That one minor difference aside, as eerie as it was to acknowledge, there was no doubt about it – the portrait’s subject was definitely a split-image of you.
You know: There is power in being a pessimist sometimes.
The week since Hillary Clinton lost the election, to a man whose name I still have trouble saying aloud, has been painful in the extreme for a lot of people. “I’m still coping with this. I feel like I always will be,” a young guy told me on Twitter. I keep seeing women, in particular, write about how they’re crying every day, grieving as if they’ve lost a friend. Some admit they’ve been “drunk for a week.”
It’s not that I don’t feel this. I was the one to announce Trump’s win to my friends at our election party. We’d all started out laughing, and then gotten quieter and quieter. In the end, I just looked up from my phone and said well, CNN is projecting Trump for Wisconsin, so it does appear that he has won. My voice was deep and flat, and I didn’t cry. I didn’t feel much at all. We filed out in silence. My mother called me while I was in the cab. This is just how it is for women, huh? This is how it always is, I said. She told me this was a temporary setback. I didn’t believe her, but I also didn’t argue. I got into bed, still wearing the off-white sweater I’d thrown on at the last minute to commemorate the day — there were so many conflicting plans, with the pantsuits, and the suffragette white; the white was more #problematic, but at least I had something lying around the house — and watched the results on Twitter until I fell asleep. When I woke up, I peeled the “I Voted” sticker off my sweater.
Taking the sticker off. That was when I cried.
So I let myself cry a bit. I took a day to feel hopeless and petty. Maybe, next time, I just won’t vote unless there’s a woman on the ticket! Maybe, for the rest of my life, I’ll only vote for women! How’s that, huh? But that lasted for about five minutes. You don’t vote for yourself; you vote for your fellow citizens, especially those who are worse off. You can’t throw the entire country under a bus just because you got your feelings hurt. That was why I hated the fucking Berners so much, because they didn’t get that. I couldn’t repeat their mistake.
I’m actually pretty good in a worst-case scenario, believe it or not.
Perhaps just because you support trump doesn't mean you are racist/sexist/homophobic? I mean, my entire family hated both Hillary and Trump, but they would've rather had him than her, for reasons I do not know. All I am saying is, please try not to hate HP fans that support Trump. Harry Potter is supposed to be a world where we can escape our own when it gets bad. While we are in the HP world, no views, opinions, or presidential candidates should matter. Love all around💕
Partly I agree with what you’re saying about HP, but also I don’t want to rip HP off of any moral messages that it communicates. In a way, it is just entertainment, but also it’s much more than that, and this should be acknowledged and valued. We learn from what we read, and HP teaches children that discrimination will only cause pain, but it’s worth being hopeful and it’s worth striving for peace. For me, HP is an escape as well, but it might be a different escape than yours–my HP world is a peaceful world where everyone’s equal, and that’s why I escape to it–I imagine a world that is somewhat different from the way the world is today. For you, the “escape” is probably different, and that’s fine. Love all around!
Going back to the beginning: I will never ever /hate/ anybody. And I never said any of those things. I didn’t make statements about Trump supporters, I just raised questions, and you are free to answer them any way you like, it’s just there so you could expand your knowledge on who you are and what you believe in. And it’s not about Trump either–it’s about what he represents, I’ve said this already. But again, Trump represents different things for different people, and I get it. However. If anything that you believe in has strong potential to result in somebody being hurt for something that they have no control over–think about it. Is it a good thing? How would you feel if the roles were reversed? Do you think that dividing humans into categories and treating them differently because of that will bring harmony? I don’t know, I’m not saying anything. Just asking questions.
This is how I think: Every person has their own background and identity, has had their own experiences, every person is different, and every person is good at least from somebody’s point of view. Nobody is evil. Every person should be heard and accepted and respected and loved. Because we are all equal–we are all humans–and each of our lives should matter the same. A person’s background, beliefs, and conscious opinion are not supposed to make that person more superior or inferior compared to another person’s opinion. I will not think that a person who thinks differently is worse or better than me because I don’t know you and you don’t know me, but as long as you’re not hurting me–we are in peace, we are the same, and we are worth the same. I strive for peace, and this mindset is helping me do it, it’s helping me avoid hurting people that I interact with in my everyday life, which makes me think that it works at least on some level. If you disagree with everything I said, what are you striving for? How? And will your means achieve that?
And if the way you answered any of those questions made you feel offended, made you feel as though I offended you, then think about it all again. Why did your own answer offend you?
I have so many strong feelings about everyone in bts !!!!!
Taehyung??? Amazing!!!! Actually a puppy and so sweet, very smart and knows exactly what to do, his brain works in very mysterious ways that will only amaze you!! He has such a beautiful voice and a round baby face, his existence is so contradicting you’ll only become more interested!
Hoseok??? Actual sunshine!! Loving, caring, but he’s only human so he gets really sad and has issues with anxiety! He needs space to breathe and a lot of love and support!! Amazing dancer and always works hard, finally got to do his intro and was very proud of it, he works so hard and deserves a lot of attention and love!!!
Seokjin??? Beautiful! Actually god! Extremely talented, loves food deeply and wants us to know about it, still a small child but that’s okay it’s what makes him cuddly and lovable! He’s also the perfect man for anyone! Is a gentleman at all times, his kisses can kill!
Namjoon??? Brilliant! Deep, thoughtful, extremely caring. Never puts himself before others!! Wants us to see ever facet of him through his writing so please pay attention!! Very soft and lovable and very very pure. Honest and open minded and has a lot of love and insight for this world, even when it gets bad.
Yoongi??? Genius!! Excellent composer and producer of music, gets called lazy but is very very hardworking! He cares for everyone close to him but has a very quiet way of showing his admiration and love! Isn’t really at peace with himself and the universe yet but he’s learning and he’s working very hard, he’s gaining courage to share his troubles!
Jimin? Sweet angel!!! Practices really long and really hard!! Feels like he isn’t good enough but he’s so talented and true! Very soft and lovable, everyone falls in love with him because he’s so very sweet, let’s hope he rests and realizes he’s enough soon.
Jungkook! Baby bunny! Really!!! Round, cute, soft!! Very talented, owes every thing to his brothers and loves them and respects them so highly! He works so hard and has worked so hard to do what he does. Is called the golden maknae cause he always doing the most, but it makes him sad. He wants to do the best for his hyungs and make them proud of who he’s grown to be.
i’m not hating on maya but i’m so sick of the fandom pretending she’s some holier-than-thou character that does no wrong ever
like yikes ofc she’s going to make mistakes or do stupid things but srsly stop acting like she’s some perfect angel orphan child or whatever
riley, farkle and lucas do dumb shit and the fandom doesn’t shut up about it for weeks lmao
maya does something stupid and it’s like oh poor lil bab all alone in the big bad world
and when is this ‘maya doesn’t get any love’ storyline going to end? it was realistic in the first few episodes when maya legit thought her mum didn’t care but now that it’s so obvious that everyone around her worships the ground she walks on (looking at you topanga) it can stop. she isn’t unloved or unwanted or whatever the fandom is coming up with now to excuse her actions
so maybe this post came out harsher than intended and like i said, i’m by hating on maya, but y'all have got to start treating her for what she is - a problematic fave
Gray rolled to the side, eyes still closed and hoping to bring his wife closer to him so they could sleep for a couple of hours more but when all he found was an empty cold space, his eyes opened in confusion. Juvia usually stayed in bed with him as long as she could.
He sat down on the bed and noticed the bathroom door opened, ruling out her being there. The Ice Mage was about to get up to search for her when the bedroom door opened, revealing his beautiful wife. Her blue hair was much longer than usual and she had put it in a braid, she worn a soft set of ridiculous pink pajamas with hearts and was holding a tray with food and that sight alone made Gray jump from the bed to take it away from her.
“Oh, good morning, Gray-s-” Juvia tried to say, but he interrupted her and taking the tray away.
“What the hell are you doing?” He hissed. “This thing is heavy!”
Juvia rolled her eyes. “It’s not. Juvia can handle a tray of food, Gray-sama.”
“You heard the doctor: no heavy lifting.” He put the tray on the nightstand before turning to look at his wife again. “Why on earth were you carrying that?”
“Because today is Father’s Day and Juvia wanted to make you breakfast in bed.” Juvia explained and Gray put a hand on his temple.
“Juvia, the baby’s only coming in a month.”
“Doesn’t matter, you’re already a Dad.” She grinned and put a hand over her round stomach and took a step toward her husband. She grabbed his hand and put it next to hers and Gray visibly relaxed when he felt a kick against his palm. “See? Our baby boy is giving you his Happy Father’s Day kick!”
Gray snorted. “He’s just kicking, Juvia. Exactly like he has been doing for the past 4 months.”
“This one is special.” She said and Gray let it go - they were married for five years and knew when to quit an argument.
“I’m still mad at him for not being a girl.” Gray poked his wife’s stomach and the baby kicked again. They had found out they were having a boy two months before and Gray had been very disappointed.
“This again?” Juvia groaned in annoyance.
“It’s not my fault the men in my family have the worst genes in the world and all of us get psycho when something bad happens. My Dad became a zombie and for twenty years he mourned my mom and I and he turned to the darkest guild - sure, he was infiltrated to destroy it, but still. I got so mad when my mom and my dad died, that I was thirsty with revenge that I got Ur killed. And there was my plan of revenge against Zeref. And that one time I thought you were dead and went psycho. Fullbuster men are mentally unstable and that’s why I wanted the kid to be a girl. Maybe girls are immune to it.” He shrugged. “At least we could hope.”
“Well, It doesn’t matter now: we are having a boy.” Juvia looked down to her stomach. “Maybe the next one will be a girl.”
“Plus, there are your genes and you are also not normal. I’m telling right now: the ultimate psycho baby.” Gray smirked when he felt his wife slap his arm.
“Stop it.” Juvia giggled. “We just have to raise him right and teach him not to go crazy if someone steals his blocks or something; teach him to share. Don’t worry, Gray-sama, you will be a great dad. You are already worried.” Juvia tip toed and kissed him on the lips. “Now let’s enjoy your first and last Father’s Day without our son with us. Next year I’ll have him waking you up instead!” She said, excited.
“So, next year I’ll be covered in drool when I wake up instead of almost having a heart attack by seeing you do crap you weren’t supposed to. Great. Hooray.” Gray said and smirked when Juvia showed her his tongue and proceeded to sit on the bed, examining the tray of food.
“These pancakes look good.” She muttered and turned to her husband with pleading eyes. “Gray-sama, the baby wants these pancakes. Do you mind…?”
“The baby wants it?” Gray raised an eyebrow. “Sure, go ahead. I guess that if we are teaching the kid to share, he has to learn from us.” Juvia grinned and Gray leaned and kissed her lips.
“Happy Father’s Day, Gray-sama.”
“Thanks.” He put a hand over her stomach and smiled when their baby moved. Maybe this one had a chance, after all.
Imagine a show called No Exit and it’s just Will Graham, Hannibal, Rust Cohle and Matt Murdock sitting around a table saying shit like, “I feel like I’m talking to a shadow suspended on dust. A hairline fracture sounds like an old ship. I can smell encephalitis. We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self, that
accretion of sensory experience and feelings, programmed with total
assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody’s nobody. I see a world on fire. I get a bad taste in my mouth out here…aluminum…ash…like you can smell a psychosphere. You are the mongoose I want under the house when the snakes slither by. I contemplate the moment in the garden, the idea of allowing your own crucifixion.
I can feel my nerves clicking like roller coaster cogs…pulling up to the inevitable long plunge. Micro-changes in air density, vibrations, blankets of temperature variations, all of the fragments form a sort of Impressionistic painting. Killing must feel good to God, too, He does it all the time. And are we not made in His image? Peter, is your social worker in that horse?“
I hate that people say One directions performance was “boring” “nothing happened” like it’s because they just used their voices. They don’t need flashy lights and dance moves and sex appeal and moving objects. All they need is a mic and each other and they sound amazing. They like to be themselves which isn’t flashy. This is how bad the entertainment world is when they get critiqued for not “going over the top” with their set and stage presence. It’s frustrating that it’s about what crazy thing you do on stage not about your voices. One Direction keeps is sweet and simple and at least they don’t lip sync