where we are in place and time

I honestly feel like the saddest part of the series wasn’t a character’s death, but the scene where Harry and Hermione go to Godric’s Hollow in Deathly Hallows. It’s the first time Harry’s been there since he was a baby, and it’s also the first time we read and see Harry actually alone on Christmas instead of surrounded by family and friends. It’s also a place where Harry thought would be safe, and he had that feeling betrayed. It broke my heart because it showed, how after all this time, Harry is alone.

anonymous asked:

Why no map of the rest of the world? Where do the Saddle Arabians even live?

You know, maps might be taken for granted, but cartography is difficult work and requires a lot of skill and time. It’s not such an easy matter to map out places. Just imagine for yourself how much one has to travel and take measurements.

Maps, particularly accurate maps, are very hard to come by if they even exist at all. Equestria is pretty well mapped out at least, on account of several surveys and farsight spells. Other places, not so much. We do have some maps acquired via trade but there’s still a lot of places we don’t know much about.

Saddle Arabians live southeast of the griffons, roughly speaking. It’s a long trip, either via train through the Crystal Empire to Griffonstone station and then onward via caravan, or across the sea, though that takes you past where dragons are (but pony-dragon relations have been better as of late, and it’s not an impossible journey).

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“It’s never easy, it will be a fight renewed each morning but it’s possible. My legs have more than doubled 🙈 First picture taken back at the start of 2016 (85lbs) @ one of the hardest times in my life. Fast forward a year, second taken recently (145lbs) and I would have never imagined I’d get to where I am today. For so long I was scared of my own situation. I was even more scared to admit I had a problem and I’ve learned that’s OKAY!! Nobody is perfect, recovery takes time! You’re going to want to give up, but don’t. No place worth going is ever going to be easy to get to. WE ARE ALL SO BEAUTIFUL IN EVERY WAY! ☺️☺️”

Two for the Show...

Finally wrote up how my Cathar cutie Nya and @shimmer-like-agirl‘s sassy smuggler Shawnni met and became friends. Takes place before the girls and their fellas cemented their romances, and based on the ‘Fall of the Locust’ heroic on Taris where the girls really did meet and team up for the first time. Settle in, it’s gonna be a bumpy ride >~,^<


Nya knew Jorgan wasn’t happy - that was par for the course - but he was going to start driving her crazy if he didn’t stop tapping impatiently on his rifle. “They’re helping us whether you like it or not Jorgan,” she informed him.

“Civilians. We’re being assisted by civilians.”

He acted like Nya had told him to go lick a bantha’s behind, the way he spat out the word, and she was tempted to if he didn’t lose the attitude. “From what the captain tells me they’re used to this kinda thing. In fact Devane said the last job she had…”

“Job?” Disgust was replaced by shock, “Don’t tell me you hired mercs.”

“They’re mercs, but I didn’t hire them.” Didn’t need to, Nya thought, Governor Saresh had already taken care of that.

Turns out the local Governor was so desperate to retrieve her missing security agent that she’d asked for assistance from anybody; now the standard extraction mission was open to any laser-brain with a blaster. So when Nya was in the cantina and overheard the smuggler mention ‘the Locust’, her instincts insisted she suggest teaming up. The sooner they got the agent out of there, the less civilians would be tempted to jump in half-cocked.

“This one might be a challenge, even for us. And better to have freelancers,” she assured him. “The less officers involved, the less chance of people finding out what happened with Tavus.”

“Still don’t like it Blaze.”

“Not asking you to like it Jorgan,” she grumbled. “Just follow orders.”

“But asking civilians for help? Either they’re going to get shot or get us shot.”

Nya puffed an exasperated breath upwards, raking her claws through her auburn mane. “You know, Dorne would probably be just fine with this. I can comm her to help. Meanwhile Spitfire’s latrine could always use a good scrubbing.”

“Dorne?” He looked appalled, but she had a feeling it had more to do with the threat of latrine duty than the suggestion that she pull their new squad-mate for this task.

“Sure. I don’t think she’d argue with me this much.”

He folded his arms and sighed. “In that case I’d better accompany you for this mission. I’m more familiar with your… tactics.”

“Ya know, the way you two bicker you sound like some ol’ married couple.”

The playful words had the quarreling Cathar whipping around and Nya’s rebuttal died on her lips when she saw a raven-haired woman closely followed by a taller man with tied-back dreadlocks. She could feel disapproval radiating from Aric, with a flowing red trench-coat and superior expression the smuggler looked the very embodiment of devil-may-care.

“Glad to see you could join the party Devane,” she said as she walked forward to shake the woman’s hand.

“Glad to be invited,” the woman replied, “And didn’t I tell ya to call me Shawnni?”

“Didn’t I say be here twenty minutes ago?” Nya teased and both ladies laughed.

“Well I would’ve if Corso could'a picked a blaster sooner. Think he settled on Sgt. Boom-Boom.”

“Sgt. Boom-Boom? Seriously?” Nya clasped one hand over her mouth to muffle her laughter, while Shawnni’s companion gave her an irritated look.

“Yup, he’s got the all the muscle we need.” He patted the hefty looking blaster proudly, “Now this here is R-406 Heavy Sonic Disrupter. All original 'cept for a couple'a my own modifications.”

Nya caught Shawnni rolling her eyes and wondered how many times the captain had heard all about Sgt. Boom-Boom. Then the man looked down at the cannon in Nya’s arms and whistled appreciatively. “Say now, she’s a beaut. That one of the GT series?”

“You know your gear,” she replied, impressed that he recognized it. “GT-27, with a custom crystal.”

“Don’t that affect the suspension field?”

“Had it reinforced, alusteel instead of trimantium.” She grinned as she stroked the cannon’s stock. “I call her Big Mama.”

He let out another whistle and returned her grin. “Damn Captain, think I’m gonna like this one.” Thrusting out his hand he took hers and shook vigorously, “Sorry 'bout my lack of manners Ma'am, we ain’t been properly introduced. Corso Riggs, pleasure to meet you.”

“Likewise Riggs. First-Lieutenant Lanz,” She nodded at the reluctant Cathar behind her, “Speaking of manners, come meet our new partners Jorgan.”

“Temporary partners,” he muttered then stepped forward. “Sergeant Jorgan, Havoc Squad.” He gave Shawnni and Riggs a level look as he stood beside Nya. “Just so you know, I don’t approve of civilians on missions like these. In my experience they tend to be more underfoot than useful.”

Corso bristled at the blunt words, but Shawnni just raised an eyebrow at the broad-shouldered Cathar. “Appreciate your candor Sergeant, but sounds like Red here is callin’ the shots.” A slow smirk curved her full mouth, “'Course, there’s always latrine duty if you don’t wanna come.”

Nya heard Aric growl quietly and glided between him and the smuggler. “Save it people. There’s better targets than each other, right?” She laid a warning hand on Aric’s chestplate, “Right, Jorgan?”

He let out a small huff and nodded. Meanwhile it didn’t escape Nya that Corso had stepped close to Shawnni.

“You know Captain, you don’t need to go pickin’ fights with the angriest lookin’ thing you see.”

“Aww, no worries Farmboy. I got a feeling Red keeps him in line.” The brunette gave him a sultry smile, “'Sides, I betcha you could take him.”

To Nya’s surprise Corso ducked his head and his cheeks flushed. “'Preciate the vote of confidence, but I’d rather not have to.”

“Fair enough,” she said lightly, then straightened her coat. “Well, that agent ain’t gonna rescue herself. Whatcha say we get a move on?”

“I have a bad feeling about this,” grumbled Aric as they headed to the speeders and Nya patted his arm.

“Don’t worry Jorgan. We’ve got this.”

____________________________________________


Getting to the compound wasn’t too rough, Shawnni had enlisted some sort of stealth generator to skulk past the Locust’s camp with Corso while Nya and Aric relied on their more mundane trooper training. Turned out the real fight was in the compound. The twisting tunnels were crawling with scavengers, and the Locust had prepared his men with turret blasters and a small brigade’s worth of arms. Nya was thankful again that she’d enlisted the extra help as they powered through, and reminded herself that she’d owed Aric a big, fat 'I told you so’.

“On your right Devane,” Nya hollered as another scavenger rushed the smuggler.

The woman lashed out a blaster, firing in rapid succession, but the cutthroat’s armor deflected the shots. She held her ground as he hurtled towards her and Nya was tempted to shoot the attacker. Suddenly Shawnni’s boot flew forward, catching the scavenger square in the groin.

A groan from Aric vibrated Nya’s earpiece as the assailant keeled over and Shawnni popped two quick shots into his skull. “And I thought your tactics were unconventional,” he muttered and Nya chuckled.

“See, I’m not that bad to deal with after all.” Ducking beneath the rounds, she dove behind the small energy shield Shawnni had created while Aric stayed back, protected by a stack of crates. “Alright, buddy moving. Cover me Jorgan.”

“Dammit Blaze there has to be a dozen of them.”

“So kill 'em for me Jorgan,” Nya chuckled again. “What are you good for?”

She heard another low grumble, but one, two, then three scavengers fell, picked off by Aric’s rifle. The diversion allowed Nya to pull free a cryo grenade and lob it at the remaining cutthroats. It sent a spray of supercooled chemicals over the scavengers, freezing them in place, and she looked at Shawnni who gave her a quick grin.

“Gotcha one better,” she said, then tossed a grenade of her own. It detonated almost as soon as it touched ground, sending out a concussive wave that shattered the iced scavengers.

“Nice touch,” said Nya. “Any chance I can get a few of those?”

“We’ll negotiate a trade when we wrap this up,” replied Shawnni, then she looked around. “Now where the blazes is…?”

A rowdy whoop filled the air and Nya raised her head in time to see Corso barreling up to one of the turrets. “Your man’s gonna get himself killed,” she chuckled and Shawnni shook her head.

“Not if I can help it.”

The smuggler sprang up, unloading her blasters on the same turret, but the shielding seemed too resilient. Nya swung Big Mama free, shouting “Duck!”.

As soon as Shawnni yanked Corso to the ground Nya unleashed several plasma rounds into the turret. The base exploded in a hail of shrapnel as it collapsed on itself, the scavenger manning it hanging limp in his seat. With the sounds of battle silenced she turned around to check if there were any more scavengers. It seemed like they’d cleared the way, for now.

“You two okay?” she asked, slinging Big Mama back over her shoulder as the couple stood and brushed the dirt from their clothes.

“Now why’d ya have to go and do that?” Shawnni pouted at the Cathar, “Me and Farmboy had it.”

“It almost had you,” Nya gave her a toothy grin. “But next time I’ll let you prove me wrong.”

“Good,” said Shawnni, then she pointed behind Nya. “Look out!”

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occams--razor  asked:

"I want to make sure we save some time to debrief on Saturday and then plan our next step. Being deliberate and intentional is good. No one can conquer something like this in an hour, but I'm proud of you for starting on this path. And I'm glad to help you with all this." -my therapist talking about our visit this Saturday to the place where my trauma happened

“We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always –
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.”
(T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets, Little Gidding, V.)

Sahara

i’ve been seeing a few posts where people are reacting to the fact that ft is ending and i’m just kind of sitting here like ????? did nobody realize this was the last arc??? that we were quite literally at the end of the series and were in the middle of the final battle??? we can’t go anywhere else from here???

like yeah it’s sad it’s finally drawing a close but tbh i’m that person that’s going “finally!”

not because of malice but because it’s the right time for it to end. i don’t want it to keep dragging along

“Paper”
by BluMiu

Here I inscribe every laugh and smile I missed
Where the words unspoken live out their dreams
Where gravity isn’t so heavy and light only fades
If you let it

It takes very little to tear it all down, never more
Burned away embers that fly away, forever more
The most precious things slip away
If you let it

So gentle the cut, as if on  razor’s edge
Imperceptible until finally setting in

Scatter, and carry these images, these words
Somewhere far away where I cannot follow
Bind and seal them in your heart where I cannot reach

This is where dreams and reality do meet
Without time or place they become one with eternity
And the memories we embed with one last glance
Cease to come to mind

Here is where I dream of that smile I missed
Where words unspoken lose time and place
The gravity of remembering begins to set in
If I let it

So gently they cut, as if on  razor’s edge
Imperceptible until finally setting in

Fragment, and carry this frame, this goodbye
Somewhere far away where I cannot follow
Bind and seal them in your heart where I cannot reach

Knowing how fragile we really are
Knowing it will one day slip away
If we let it

Seventeen things you have to learn for yourself
as a Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender, Questioning, Intersex, Asexual, Pansexual
or otherwise Queer youth
by the time you are seventeen.

One is that the first Pride was a riot
I don’t mean that it was full of laughter, or that it was some grand party
where everyone spiraled up to dance among the stars
because the only glittering that night
was broken glass on cobblestones.
The first Pride was a riot
on the backstreets of New York
and they never tell us
that night
we won.
The only protest
in a decade full of turmoil
where the cops had to hide out in the bar they raided
and run from shouting rioters
who fought to reclaim the only patch of ground they had ever claimed as theirs
the first Pride was a riot,

and two, around the same time it took place
it was a debated topic in the gay community
whether or not they should say
that they weren’t mentally ill

which, three, homosexuality was removed
from the American Psychiatric Association’s list of mental illnesses
in 1974
congratulations
all it took was a vote to declare that, whoops, we were never mentally ill

except, four, there are still teenagers being tortured today
in what some dare blaspheme as “therapy”
used to destroy their self-identity
in the hopes of making them normal.
except, four, the queer community still carries overwhelmingly high rates for poverty and homelessness and depression.

Did you know that, five,
over half the children forced into conversion therapy
commit suicide?

And six, that lesbians
were regarded as “hangers-on”
of the movement
by much of the gay community
before the AIDS crisis?

Because it turns out, seven can wear a rainbow on your shirt
and still be a bigot.
There are people who stick rainbows in their ears
or wear them on their fingers
or slap them across their cheeks in badges of defiance
and will still hate you for the color of your skin
or the size of your thighs
or your gender
or the way you like to kiss two or more genders
or none of the above.
Don’t ask me why this happens
it just does
I think it might be that we’ve all been taught to hate ourselves
for so damn long
that we don’t understand what to do
in a space with no hate.
Or maybe it’s that the space seems too small, because

eight, there are people who will tell you that you are not enough
that you do not reach the magical benchmark of “gay enough” to pass through the gate even
especially
when you are some flavor of the rainbow other than straight-out gay.
eight, this is bullshit
eight, those people are bullshit.
eight, you are enough.
eight, there is always enough room.

nine, there is no overarching “homosexual agenda”
sorry
we’re all kind of flailing along in here trying to figure out some way to make it work
when most of us have nothing in common
except that society looked at us in different ways and decided we didn’t fit
so we could all go be misfits together
under one big rainbow flag

but just so you know, ten, there are plenty of other flags
there is one for you, I promise

and eleven, misfits may not all need the same things
but we need to stick together, especially in a world where

twelve—refer to point seven—there are lesbians who hate other lesbians
for having the audacity to be born in a body
that everyone looked at and saw “boy”
which brings me to

thirteen, there is so much to understand.

fourteen, you need to understand
because we need to stick together
and to stick together we do not have to be the same but we do have to understand
and it will be hard because
you were probably thrown into this world with no warning because

fifteen, being queer is not genetic and we are not unique among minorities
in that we collect our heritage through broken bits of history and research in a world constantly working to make those misfit bits go away
but we are unique in that when we try to prove our legacy
we can be laughed down
or re-erased
or flat out ignored
but I swear to you
you have a history as old as Alexander the Great
as beautiful as Sappho
as dignified as Abraham Lincoln
and as proud as Eleanor Roosevelt.

But even with that behind us
sixteen,
they have always watched us die.
because even though the bystander effect is bullshit, sixteen
Kitty Genovese was a lesbian, sixteen
Ronald Reagan is a mass murderer, sixteen
our children, your brothers and sisters and  siblings of all stripes and all colors and sexualities and genders are being murdered
through neglect
and rejection
and hate.

Sixteen, there is an entire generation of gay and bisexual men
missing from history
because the government chose to do nothing
when they were dying by the thousands.
sixteen, we died from the disease and died from going back into the closet and died for staying there and died for coming out,
sixteen, they laughed at us because they believed god was punishing us for daring to love,
sixteen, ashes of your forerunners rest on the lawn of the White House because
SIXTEEN, THEY HAVE ALWAYS WATCHED US DIE.

SEVENTEEN
you are allowed
to be angry.
You do not have to be one of the nice gays
or one of the nice trans people
or sweet or kind or educate the rest of the world in something less than a yell
you are allowed to be so furious it scalds your bones
at the way we are forgotten
and passed over
at the way, as soon as June becomes July
we are expected
to go back to dying in silence
and mourning our dead
and kissing all alone
when no one can be offended
at the sight of us.
You are allowed to be angry
and scream down the stars
to shatter like broken glass at your feet
because you know what?
The first Pride
was a riot.

—  October 11
So, I noticed a thing about our favourite Russian

See here a screenshot from episode 10 where Viktor is shown with his medals 

Hmm, that one in the centre seems to be quite prominent from the rest.. I wonder…

YUP THAT IS INDEED THE 2006 WINTER OLYMPICS GOLDEN MEDAL 

Having figured out the dates, Viktor would have been freshly eighteen years old right here (the men’s finals took place at the start of February). So we can take the assumption that this was his first Olympics. And that boy won gold. And with the way it’s displayed, prominent and at the centre of his chest, it appears to be the one he’s most proud of? How adorable??? 

(also I’m now assuming that he won gold at both Vancouver and Sochi - considering how he was at the height of his career during this time) 

(canon three time Olympic gold medallist confirmed)


Bonus: Imagine fourteen year old Yuuri’s reaction

  • What she says: I'm fine
  • What she wants to say: I wanted to tell you one story. Uh. This is the story of the best meal I’ve ever had in my life, okay. Happened when I was eleven years old in Chicago, IL where I grew up. I went to a place called the Salt & Pepper Diner, uh, with my best friend John. We walk into the diner one day, and they had a jukebox there, okay? And the jukebox was three plays for a dollar. So we put in 7 dollars and selected 21 plays of of Tom Jones’s What’s New Pussycat. And then we ordered and waited.
  • Here’s the thing about when, uh, What’s New Pussycat plays over and over and over and over and over again. The second time it plays, your immediate thought is not ‘hey someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again.’ It’s ‘hey, What’s New Pussycat is a lot longer than I first thought. The third time it plays you’re thinking maybe someone’s playing What’s New Pussycat again. The fourth time it plays you’re either thinking ‘whoa someone just played What’s New Pussycat FOUR TIMES or at least someone played it twice, and it’s a really long song.’ So the fifth time is the kicker, alright?
  • Now, John and I we’re watching the entire diner at this point, alright? Most people have gotten wind as to what’s going on. And we’re staring at this one guy and he’s sitting in like a booth with his stupid kids jumping around, and he’s like staring at his coffee cup like this, and he’s been onto us since the beginning. And he’s sitting there, and his hand is shaking, and he had this look on his face like, aw, like he had just gotten his thirty day chip from anger management. And he’s staring like this, and the fourth song fades out. It’s dead quiet. Then, I don’t know if you know this, but the song begins very quietly…
  • BWAAAH BWAAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT and he goes GOD DAMN IT and pounds on the table, silverware flies everywhere, and it was fantastic. But a word about my best friend John and what a genius he was because when we first walked into the diner, okay? When we first got there and I’m punching in the What’s New Pussycats alright? I’ve punched in like 7 at this point then John says to me ‘hey hey hey before you punch in another What’s New Pussycat let’s drop in one It’s Not Unusual.’
  • Oh yes. That is when the afternoon went from good to great. After seven What’s New Pussycats. In a row - It played seven times. Suddenly - Dum da dum, IT’S NOT UNUSUAL and the sigh of relief that swept through the diner. People were so happy. It was like the liberation of France. You know for years scientists have wondered can you make grown men and women weep tears of joy by playing Tom Jones’s It’s Not Unusual and the answer is yes you can. Provided that it is preceded by seven What’s New Pussycats. It’s true. Dead honest.
  • And on the other hand. When we went back. Holy shit. It’s Not Unusual fade out. It’s dead quiet. BWAAAH BWAAAAH WHAT’S NEW PUSSYCAT people went insane. People went out of their minds. No one could handle it. No one could handle it. And they were surrounded by this seemingly indifferent staff that was just like ‘yup some crap as always.’
  • They unplugged the jukebox after eleven plays. And that was the best meal I ever had.
Yuuri is going to St. Petersburg to train with Victor

Okay so remember that scene from the ending 

It seems here like Yurri just got off the bus stop and is running to meet up with Victor and Yurio with Makkachin who I assumed ran up to Yuuri when he got off. From the looks of Yuuri’s longer hair and how excited and happy they are to see each other, some time must’ve past since when they were last together at the GPF.

Now take a look at where they are:

Doesn’t this look a bit familiar? 

It’s St. Petersburg, the place where Victor first left to go coach Yuuri. Okay so why? Well remember what Kubo-sensei said about paying close attention to the decision Victor makes regarding his career:

We already know that Victor has decided to come back into the competitive skating world but now we see that he has also decided to stay as Yuuri’s coach also. Kubo-sensei also mentioned to watch the whole episode until the very end so what we are seeing here in that ending is Yurri coming to St. Petersburg to be with Victor so they can train together and I’m going to cry. The fact that they made it this place instead of an airport or any other place is beautiful because this is the place that Victor left to go be with Yuuri and now it is also the place that Yuuri came to to be with Victor. THIS PERFECTLY LEADS INTO THE SEASON TWO THAT WE HAVE ALL BEEN PRAYING FOR, KUBO-SENSEI PEASE 

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  • Jefferson Mall, where the incident took place, issued a statement: “We will work with JCPenney to identify this woman and once identified, she will be permanently banned from Jefferson Mall.”
  • The person who shot the video says other customers "tried to let her know it was out of order. But she wasn’t hearing that.“ Read more

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WAIT A MINUTE? 1994?!

Even if “Whoopass Stew” started in 1992 and the pilot episodes aired in early 1995 and 1996… this is from the actual series run, which started in 1998… I’m confused. Does that mean the movie takes place in the early 90s? That can’t be though… I don’t think it does.

I know, I’m looking way to deep into this, but it’s really interesting.

It’s funny when you speculate a little further into details. In Child Fearing, we saw the Mayor play Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, a game released in 1998. There’s also that one scene in Ploys ‘R’ Us where Bubbles throws out a toy of Jar Jar Binks, which the infamous movie Star Wars: The Phantom Menace was released in 1999. Since the Girls don’t look different in that framed picture, even back in 1994, and still look the same and attend kindergarted…

…Does that mean @bugeyedfreaks‘ headcanon about them unable to grow up is actually canon?

Ernest Hemingway Quotes for the Signs
Earth Signs

“The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.”

“An intelligent man is sometimes forced to be drunk to spend time with his fools.“

“We are all apprentices in a craft where no one ever becomes a master.“

Water Signs

There is nothing noble in being superior to your fellow man; true nobility is being superior to your former self.

I like to listen. I have learned a great deal from listening carefully. Most people never listen.“

“The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places.“

Air Signs:

”Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know.”

“I love to go to the zoo. But not on Sunday. I don’t like to see the people making fun of the animals, when it should be the other way around.“

“I wake up in the morning and my mind starts making sentences, and I have to get rid of them fast - talk them or write them down.“

Fire Signs:

“Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.”

Always do sober what you said you’d do drunk. That will teach you to keep your mouth shut.”

“But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.“

OKAY, THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT TO READ, so please take the time to read this.

After competitons, such as the Cup Of China, the NHK Trophy, and the Grand Prix Final, there is a special event called the gala, or an exhibition, where the top performers, or the medalists of the competition, perform a special program.

That being said, since 「Welcome To The Madness」 and the duet version of「Stay Close To Me」 are said to be Yuri and Yurio’s GALA songs

Ladies, gentlemen and fanciful nonbinaries, we just might already know two of our Grand Prix Final winners.

EDIT: THERE ARE ALSO SOME MISCONCEPTIONS I HAD. SKATERS WHO DID NOT WIN MEDALS CAN STILL PERFORM IN THE GALA. THANK YOU TO THE MORE KNOWLEDGEABLE BEINGS IN THE YOI FANDOMS FOR INFORMING ME.

(However, if the songs are listed in order of appearance in the anime, and in the gala they go from last to first place, that could mean Yuri placed higher than Yurio!!)

I’m sick of it!

The following is to everyone from the Eddsworld “paultryk fandom”.

Thanks for ruining this show for me…
If i knew how things would turn out i’d never donate - hell i’d rather spend this money on a whore or two.

I’m speaking for myself and Paul

It’s time to stop and end it.

For a while i have found this pretty funny and safe to be left alone - and soon after it started poping up in random places outside this closed tumblr space it became unbearable. We had to involve Tom in that where he called out people that were harrasing us, called them to stop and sadly… sarcastically stated that the ship was canon (unfortunately that did not help the case). I was waiting for it all to just slowly die out considering the show was over. After leaving it be for a plenty amount of time i received an unexpected email from famousbirthdays asking to clarify the info they got. That’s when i noticed that it’s still going and now when i’m writing this it’s probably too late to change anything…

Seeing how fed up with it I am, I will not try to be nice or politically correct, just so you know.

First of all… thanks!… (in case some of you did not catch it… it’s sarcasm!

For using my real name in those fanfics, arts and trivias! Thanks to some of you dumb assholes if you search me up you’ll end up finding eddsworld gay fanart! (Imagine explaining that to people, friends or even possible boss if he looks me up) 
Also who was the fucking genius that created my “famous birthdays” profile - where most of the info is eddsworld related? 

Some people may say - “But i don’t mix reality with fiction”… Well good for you since your fiction isn’t labeled with your own fucking name! 

Whoever is guilty of doing the above… Fuck you! 

Here’s a little thing you can notice when you search MY REAL NAME!

Here’s the same with google images

  • If you’ll decide to not respect this whole post and want to continue this shithole, at least stop using my and Paul’s names and last names ever again!
    Just shorten it to just “Pat and Pau” or whatever! And stop associating us with those characters!

Second of all…thanks again!… (that’s a sarcasm too… kinda the same one Tom used in his infamous tweet
Because of that I also had to cease all online public conversations with Paul just for our image safety. No matter what, people always needed to butt in those conversations adding nothing else than Eddsworld or comments suggesting we should make out. We talked about swimming - guess what kind of art showed up soon after!
I can’t interact with my friend (who has a wife) because some idiots will immediately gay us out even more - Even the spelled out reason sounds dumb!

Third of all…  Do some of you HONESTLY think that sending me the shipping fanart to my twitter etc. was a good idea!? (For a while i cared less if it was just the pilot character drawn more as a cartoon tribute rather than the fandom) Did you honestly think “Hey i’m sure he’ll love it!” ? I had few situations where i was guest at my friends streams and noticed sudden rise of “eddsworld” related messages on chat and of course  “Where’s Patryk / Paul?”  Same shit happened few times on my own streams.

(Note… I already started to block people sending me Paultryk stuff or having avatars from it without hesitation. To be honest i’m at the point now that if i see someone messaging me with Eddsworld avatar/mentioning Eddsworld etc, i want to block them too for good measures)

Am i unfair? Maybe… I mean i have to get mad at fans of the show that helped gather money for children cancer research! FUCK!
But i just want to end this chapter!
We tried to wait it out… nothing happened… 
We tried to calm you down via Tom… you people went batshit crazy…
We tried to wait it out again… yeah go figure

Neither me nor Paul have any more involvement in Eddsworld! 
Hell i never had any involvement other than donating money and receiving my rewards!

  • If Tord had at least part of the shit i’m seeing now (and i assume he was even more stalked) I can honestly say i fully understand why he left Eddsworld and disappeared.

So if you still follow me because of me being in eddsworld, please unfollow and forget about me! I don’t want to have anything to do with it anymore! 

(Let me repeat myself! You have no idea how hard it is to say that stuff, knowing how much good things this series has done! I wanted to help close off a series that inspired me and help charity at the same time! I NEVER ASKED FOR MY NAME TO BE TARNISHED BY HOMOSEXUAL SHIP FANDOM!)

So here are my last words to people that took paultryk too far:
I seriously don’t give a damn anymore if that fandom cured your shyness, helped you find your lost parents or allowed you to improve your art or anything. 

In short and kinda more in my style, quoting my Narutoe video…

GO FUCK YOURSELVES!!!