which is one more than i thought would!

Sonamy: Sonic Forces Story

Hey! I’m not one to write fanficiton, I’m more of a reader than writer myself, but I wanted to write out this scene before I came around to drawing it. Because every drawing I did, I didn’t like and I would start over. So I thought, why not write it out first? Which is what I did! 

I am not a great writer by any means, this is like my first official fanfiction, and it’s not even that long haha. I didn’t try to make it as good as some writers do (props to you guys) and there are definitely some mistakes in there with writing errors and proper grammar, but I simply made it so I can draw the scene. 

It’s an idea by @the-amazing-p3a for an Amy confession scene in Sonic Forces, and I’ve been thinking about it ever since I read her post! So the credit goes to her! I also wrote like a little paragraph of what I’d think they would do when they actually defeated Eggman. Of course, it’s not great or long, but whatever!

It’s going to be under ‘read more’ because I don’t want it to crowd up people’s dashboard! :)

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anonymous asked:

I have always wondered what would've happened if the booster wouldnt've come off, or if was too dangerous to Chuck for anyone to try to take it off! I always thought keeping the booster on would put all of his systems into overdrive and basically drive him to extreme exhaustion (to which at this point the others would finally take notice that something was very wrong). (Darn it someone who can write make this a fic please! For the good of the fandom!!!)


“We can’t take it off, anyway,” says Julie.  She’s trawling through files, looking incredibly tired and more than a little bit angry.  One nail taps occasionally on the table.  “Not just like that.  You saw what it did when–”

“I know!  Jules, I know.”  Mike spins around for another pacing lap of the room.  Chuck watches him, mouth twisted with a sort of dubious amusement like he’s watching something kind of…incomprehensible and slightly pathetic. “But…it’s gotta come off!”

“Uh, no,” says Chuck.  “It doesn’t.  Are you even listening to me, bro?”

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anonymous asked:

What is your current stance on cryonics and an estimated probability for future restoration of preserved humans? Related: how do you deal with the grim vision of information-theoretic death? For me, ceasing to exist one day is a major source of distress and I wonder if there might be some sneaky way of securing one's existence we all accidentally omitted in thought experiments.

I think last survey the average LWer thought there was about a 5-10% chance that the average cryopreserved person would be revived in the future. Without knowing much about the situation myself, it sounds reasonable to me.

I have much less emotional response to death than some people and can’t really bring myself to worry about it in any more than an intellectual way. This seems to be an axis where people just naturally differ - see Survey: Suffering Vs. Oblivion (which actually seems pretty relevant to my last ask, now that I think about it). I’m sorry I can’t be of more help to you.

@phospenumbra and I were up late last night screaming about our trans boys and I thought we’d go ahead and share this gold


  • It’s been a long day and all of the boys are exhausted and sweaty and hanging out shirtless in the den and there are tiddies out but literally no one cares
  • lance angrily telling anyone who makes him mad to eat his p*ssy
  • keith doing the same thing with 10000x more rage
  • The first time they all see each other naked Lance is like ha! I’m pretty sure bc my tits are bigger than urs that probably means my dick would be too
  • (at which Hunk is like well I have the biggest tits here tho soooo)
  • Keith is the first one to get top surgery out of the group
  • Lance is so dang jealous 
  • (Hunk isn’t because he doesn’t really want top surgery)
  • But he also spends hours running his hands up and down Keith’s chest, telling him how nice it looks, how well it suits him, and if Lance’s eyes get a little too wet no one says anything
  • (Keith is also there when Lance gets top surgery, and it goes much the same way)
  • Hunk and Lance don’t really want bottom surgery, Hunk because he really doesn’t care enough to, and Lance because it freaks him out a little, but Keith does. 
  • When he’s recovered from it the entire team just spends that entire night (and every night after) making sure he knows how lovely he looks
  • Oh is this suddenly polydins
  • Because everyone thinks everyone’s body is so wonderful
  • They just mutually support each other and want the best for everyone and everyone’s body is so beautiful it’s destroying this team
  • it’s destroying them
I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?
—  Voltaire, Candide: or, Optimism

Infinite List of Movies: [9/?] Zootopia (2016)
↳ “I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.”

Do birds of prey show much body language? Are pack-hunting hawks more communicative than others?

Birds of prey definitely use body language! It’s just not always as obvious or easy to read as it is on other animals, like dogs and cats. The only pack hunting hawk I can think of would be the harris hawk, which is typically thought of as more intelligent and communicative than other hawks. I don’t know if this is necessarily true, since I’ve never flown one personally, but being social definitely makes them easier to work with. It’s one of the reasons they have become so popular as falconry birds.

I learned how to read basic bird body language from the red-tailed hawks and kestrels that I flew in the past, but nothing has taught me how to “read” a bird like working with my imprint goshawk. Imprints react to people the same way their species in the wild would react to other birds. This means you get to see a lot more of their natural behaviors and body language play out. It’s part of the reason why raising an imprint is so cool! Some signs are very obvious and easy to read, while others are so subtle that only a well-trained eye will pick up on them. I’ll try to list some of the more common ones for you.

Aggression: hackles (feathers on back of neck) raised, head dipped, wings held out, one shoulder dipped

Possessiveness: mantling (wings out, tail fanned), turning back to you, side glances

Nervousness: feathers held tight, neck elongated, eyes wide, standing higher on legs, wings slightly out (ready to fly away), shifting weight, rapid glances

Fear: mouth open, wings held out, feathers raised

Comfort: feathers loose or poofy, one foot tucked up, rousing (shaking feathers), tail wiggling


My counselor asked why I loved animals so much? As I thought about it, it is because although they can physically hurt you, (3 major dog bites and thrown from Horses more than I would like to admit.) Animals are mirrors and unconditional in their love. We human struggle with this giving and accepting unconditional love. With humans, I don’t have as many visible scars, but the ones on my heart are or were deep.

Recently I met a woman who also has tremendous scars. Her foster sister’s boyfriend and two friends raped her repeatedly at 8 years old including using a knife which destroyed her ability to have children. Next her sister pimped her out starting at 12. This amazing woman is taking her painful experience as a motivation to create a space to help other girls trapped in a cycle of abuse.

When we are able to focus on the positives in life, love ourselves and others, there is no end to what we can accomplish to brighten this sometimes dark and dreary world. Bring in the light.

- chapter one: part one -

“There’s a million reasons why this shouldn’t work…but there’s one reason why it should…”

7 Weeks

Two pink lines. What the fuck. No, this couldn’t be happening.

I shook the stick a few good times, knowing the box says you’re really not supposed to but I thought that maybe if I did it hard enough, maybe...just maybe, it would fix the error. Because this was clearly an error. This was clearly a manufacturing error. It was the test, it had to be. The test was defective, the test was clearly defective. Because there was no way this could be right, there was absolutely no way that this test could actually be positive, there was no way I could actually be…pregnant…

Oh God.

The air cinched from my lungs as I plopped down on the toilet seat of my bathroom, the test barely dangling between my loose fingertips over my bent kneecap. Shit. I flicked my head back and forth, shutting my eyes as the heat began to travel from the warped pit of my stomach up to my cheeks, filling them with a sickening flush. Shit, shit, shit. How could this have happened? How could I have let this happen?

My shaken thoughts quickly juggled between ‘what the fuck am I gonna do’ and ‘holy shit….I gotta tell him’. Him. Him being a guy that would probably want nothing to do with this, a guy that had a whole entire world of speculation and scrutiny to deal with considering he was…famous. Him being a guy that I didn’t even really know, a guy that I hadn’t even spoken to since the night he…well, apparently impregnated me. The mere thought of having to speak to him, to tell him this news when we literally didn’t know a lick about each other, made the nerves start to creep up my spine.

I popped my eyes open and tentatively peered down at the little stick of death that was in my hand. Maybe I don’t have to tell him, I innocently thought with a tiny shrug, the idea being swiftly washed away by my own good conscience.

Letting out a loud groan, my upper body tumbled over as I let my head hang down between my parted knees, my arms dramatically slumping to the floor.  

I had to tell him. I had to tell Niall.

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Continuing from my last post and staying on the topic of seiyuus’ BL history, I’d like to mention 2 particularly interesting cases from Yuri!!! on Ice.

So first we have this unfortunate skater who ejaculates at the touch of the ice

and who has uttered out some of the most inappropriate (and frankly uncomfortable) noises and words ever in the history of mainstream non-BL anime.  Turns out his voice actor has had a long and sturdy relationship with making BLCDs and is probably one of the most recognisable seme voies that any avid fan of the medium would have come across at some point (at least around the time when he was still active in the market).  As someone who has listened to more than one BLCD starring Yasumoto Hiroki, I stg every single time Chris makes his “Ikuzou~~” noise I just can’t help but burst out laughing because never has the thought of being able to hear such risque sounds, which are usually associated with a niche market, in an anime at this level of exposure occurred to me before.  And yet here we are.  I guess they really meant to “make history” the pun is already so tired by now but I can’t stop myself

Another rather ridiculous and over-the-top character from the show I want to bring up is this drama-queen

who did not exactly intrigue my interest in him or his back story, which I know is not a popular opinion in the fandom, but meh.  What I do care about, though, is the fact that the voice behind him is Hatano Wataru, who somehow is even more prominent than Angen in the BL industry and is known for his incredible versatility.  He has delivered consistent performance after performance, and imo Waccha is among the only few seiyuus who could believably act as both an uke and a seme without noticeable effort, but no matter what role is thrown his way you can always count on his dedication and passion and responsibility for his job, especially when he always sounds really enthusiastic in his BLCDs too lol (if you know what I mean  ;) ) 

Which is a shame because he doesn’t get to showcase his talent in more prominent anime roles very often, and for the ones that he does get, I wish they could have been a taaad bit more interesting or likeable so that both his fan base and resume repertoire could have a chance to expand.  But still, I’m glad his singing career seems to have taken off at a steady pace over the years and you could find his singing right in the anime!  You know that YOLO ending you’ve been jamming to since episode 1, the one you never skip despite how much you want to get right to the preview of the next episode?

Yeah that’s right, you’ve been listening to Georgi’s singing voice this whole time, and you’re welcome for that knowledge now :D

I find it interesting to compare these two seiyuus’ deliveries with those from the rest of the YoI cast, some of whom has never been involved with more mature and sexual lines of work.  When you think of Yuuri (Tosshi), angry Yuri (Ucchi), Phichit (OnoKen) or Minami (Ayumu), your brain doesn’t immediately draw the connection between them and erotic scenarios, does it?  Well a) these seiyuus are contracted with talent agencies that don’t venture out to the BL industry, and b) your sentiment is also probably formed due to casting decisions from the directors and producers, who have without a doubt nailed it this time, and chosen the perfect seiyuus for both categories: innocent, naive balls of sunshine AND sultry, mature divas on ice like the two mentioned above.  And of course we can’t forget our bombshell of a hunk who is in another league of charisma and charm, who has a killer voice from a stellar seiyuu and oozes out sex appeal every time he appears on screen and yet still has a delicate and sophisticated side to him

But that’s enough ranting for now.  Viktor’s beauty is not a topic I could justify in just a few lines and pics; it needs its own blog examining every single scene and look of his in details, ie. I should not go there here.  This post has got long enough as it is, so I’m just going to leave you with this celebratory pic amid the Viktuuri of the fandom (get it?.. Vikturi.. victory…. No?….. Yeahh I’ll let myself out) and hopefully will tune in again after some distant days

According to the Lore, the official language of Tevinter isn’t Tevene, it’s common, though I believe they call it the Trade Tongue?

I imagine most Tevinter would still know a handful of Tevene words, mostly swears and insults. But canonly, the only ones with a functioning understanding of the whole language are those who have recieved education. So hearing Dorian mutter to himself in Tevene wouldn’t be outside the realm of possibility, it wouldn’t even been unlikely. But hearing, say, Fenris, use more than the common swears is probably much less likely, with the exception of titles and any fancy commands Danarius has trained him in.

The main reason I headcanon Krem as knowing Tevene has to do with his time in the army. He could already read and write passibly well due to his parents teaching him, but the Tevene came from the army. Certain commands would have been exclusively in Tevene, and anyone of any sort of rank would have probably spoken it for a number of reasons. Most obviously, if you’re speaking in a different language, and one that not many people even in your own country speak, the chances of your plans being overheard and passed on to an enemy were much slimmer, and the same goes for written Tevene.

We know that, canonly, Krem was up for some kind of promotion when he was outed and fled, which means he would have been taught this language in preparation for him stepping up in rank. He’s not perfect, but he’s got enough of a grasp on the language to be functionally fluent in it.

Goodbye, For Now Pt. 2

Part 1: http://jokose.tumblr.com/post/154133260343/goodbye-for-now


No. You thought to yourself.  I can’t let him win this time. You considered telling Frost to turn around.  You could just jump out of the car and run back into J’s arms, but you were too angry and he needed to learn a lesson at some point.  If you really meant more to him than just a toy, he needed to treat you like it.

“Where would you like to go, Y/N?” Frost asked glancing at you in the mirror.

You hadn’t thought that far ahead, “Um..” You took a shaky breath as a few tears made their way down your cheeks, “Just take me to a hotel please, Frosty.  I don’t care which one as long as it’s downtown.”

Frost looked back at the road and sped into the heart of Gotham.  You knew he would probably tell J where you were and even if he didn’t it would only be a matter of time before J found you on his own.  No matter how brief the alone time might be, you needed it.

About twenty minutes later you came to a stop in front of one of the nicest hotels in the city.  Frost got out and opened your door, extending his hand for you to steady yourself with as you stepped out into the cool air.

“Do you need me to come in with you and help get the room?” Frost asked with a sympathetic smile.

“No thanks Frosty, and thanks for the ride.” You replied softly, looking at the ground to hide your tear stained face.

“For what it’s worth Y/N, I know he really cares about you.” Frost said before getting back in the large black car and driving away.  You grabbed onto your bag and entered the hotel; luckily no one seemed to recognize you.  A few minutes later you walked into your room.  It was much smaller than you’d  become accustomed to in J’s massive mansion, but it was good enough for the time being.

You tossed your bag onto the floor and flopped down on the bed, exhausted from the past twenty-four hours.  Looking at your phone you had no messages, no missed calls, nothing.  Even though you were angry with J, you still hoped he would chase you.  Maybe he’s over us too.


A few hours later you opened your eyes.  You didn’t remember falling asleep, but you weren’t surprised.  A glance at the bedside digital clock told you that it was 8 PM.  You stood up from the bed and went to look out of your window, seeing all the people still wandering around the city.  Some fresh air could do me some good.  You grabbed your phone and headed out the door.

You had never really walked around Gotham before; there was no need to since J always drove you in his Lamborghini or the henchmen took you where you needed to go.  It was a nice change and even though the temperature had dropped significantly it was still a pretty pleasant evening.  You took out your phone to check the time. It’s already midnight? Wow, I better head back.  Looking at the street signs you realized you didn’t know where you were, or how far you’d traveled from the hotel.  Guess I’ll just go this way.  You thought, taking a turn down an avenue.  It didn’t take long for you to realize that you’d made a poor decision.  There wasn’t much light emanating from the seemingly abandoned buildings full of failed businesses and most of the street lamps were broken.

Suddenly you felt an extreme amount of pressure slam into the side of your head, knocking you onto the ground.  You were on the edge of consciousness but you managed to roll over onto your back and catch a blurry glimpse of two men in all black.

Your breathing was staggered, “Please….don’t hurt me….” Your plea was immediately met with blows to your ribs and a pair of hands around your neck.  Your eyes were rolling back into your head, all air escaping your body.  This is it.  You thought to yourself.

“Listen up pretty,” One of the men started speaking.  He continued to talk but you couldn’t make out what he was saying.  Your body was quickly shutting down.  After all the near death experiences you’d been through with J, two random guys on the street were going to take you out.

Your vision was fading to black for the final time when you heard gunshots.  Just before you lost consciousness you could’ve sworn you saw green hair.


You woke up to a pounding pain in your head and aches all over your body.  Sitting up slowly you took in your surroundings.  You were back in your shared master bedroom at J’s mansion and if it wasn’t for the immense pain you were in you would’ve thought it was all just a dream.  The sound of the door opening caught your attention.

“Get out.” You said quickly before J could even step all the way into the room; even though he saved you, you weren’t going to give him a free pass.  He ignored your request and shut the door behind him, walking over to the bed.

He took a deep breath and held out some pills and a glass of water, “Princess, we have a lot that we need to talk about, but the only thing that matters to me right now is making sure you’re okay.”  He sat down on the edge of the bed as you hesitantly took his offerings.  You said nothing.

He tentatively placed his hand on your leg but you shut him down, “Don’t touch me.”  His hand immediately retracted and he looked away from you, defeat and sadness showing all over his face.

“Did they hurt you?” He asked softly, but you didn’t reply.  J’s patience was starting to run thin, “Look doll, I already know the answer to that question.  Who do you think changed your clothes?”

You looked down at yourself and saw that the only thing you had on was one of J’s favorite purple silk shirts.  You sighed, “I’m fine J.”

“No you’re not,” He replied looking back at you, “If you saw the bruises covering your body you would agree with me.” His eyes were full of anger.  They were always one of your favorite things about him because they truly were the windows to his soul.  You could tell how frustrated he was, most likely with himself.

Deciding to give him a break you spoke up, “Will you help me get in a bath please?”

A smirk fell over his face, “Of course, princess.”

He stood up off the bed and gently pulled the bedding off your legs.  You grabbed on to his hand and made an attempt to stand when pain coursed through your entire body.  J noticed your grimace and picked you up, holding you close to his chest.

You tensed, upset that he was helping you even though you needed it, “I can walk you know.” You said curtly.

“I know you’re angry with me, and you should be.  But please Y/N, just let me help you.” He replied softly, stepping into the large master bathroom.  He placed you down gently on the steps leading to the Jacuzzi tub and turned on the water, running his fingers through it to make sure the temperature was right.

You unbuttoned the shirt from your body and attempted to stand to look in the mirror when J stepped in front of you, setting you back down.

“J, I just want to see what I look like.” You said sternly trying to stand again but giving up when you felt a sharp pain in your ribs.

“No.” J replied.

“What do you mean ‘No’? This is part of our problem, J. You’re so-”

He cut you off, “I don’t want you to look in the mirror because you’re so much more beautiful than you’ll think you are if you look right now.  You have a lot of bruises, but they’ll heal soon, and I don’t want you to worry.  Those guys tried to rough you up good, but you’re still the most perfect thing i’ve ever seen.”

You didn’t know what to say, J was never this emotional with you.  Maybe he really took some time to think.  You thought to yourself with hope.  Luckily you didn’t have to respond because the bath was ready.

“Time to get in.” J said to you softly, placing his arm around your waist to help you as you slowly stepped in, wincing with every movement.  “I’ll come back in a bit to help you get out.” J said sounding disappointed.  He would always join you in baths even though they weren’t his favorite thing.  He would do it just because he knew you liked him to.

J turned and started to leave the bathroom when you spoke up, “Wait, J,” You called after him, “Will you get in with me?” You asked nicely, giving him a break.  After all, he was being good to you.

Without saying anything he just turned around and stripped off his clothes, climbing in behind you.  His arms wrapped delicately around your body, trying not to hurt you.  It felt so good to be so close to him; moments like this were exactly why you had fallen for him in the first place.

His fingers traced gently over your arms, “Does that hurt?” He asked, not wanting to cause you more pain.  You shook your head to tell him ‘no’ and he continued, “I don’t know where to begin doll face,” He took a deep breath, you could feel his chest raise against your back, “I’m sorry for not treating you how you deserve to be treated.  I’m sorry that I only ever mess things up.  I’m sorry for the trouble that I put you and your heart through.  I’m sorry for pushing you away.  I’m sorry I fucked up and I’m sorry I can’t fix it.  I love you and I’m so sorry for making your life harder because of that.”

You couldn’t believe the words he was saying.  He had never truly apologized to you before for anything; in fact, you can’t remember him ever apologizing to anyone.  You glanced over your shoulder to look into his crystal blue eyes.  The tears welling in them broke your heart, “J….” You whispered before he interrupted you.

“I knew you needed some alone time so I didn’t want to break you out of that hotel right away, that’s why I didn’t call.  When one of the henchmen said they saw you going for a walk I knew we needed to keep eyes on you.  We hacked the street cameras and the second I saw those two men try to take you from me I jumped out of the van and ran as fast as I could down those streets to get to you.  No matter what happens between us, I’ll always protect you Y/N….” A tear slowly rolled down his cheek.

You immediately brought your hand up to wipe it away, tears of your own falling into the bath water.  “J, we have a lot to talk about and a lot that we need to work through.  But when I was lying on the ground thinking it was the end, all I could think about was how I wished I was back home with you.  I wished I was by your side feeling on top of the world.  I wished I was laying in bed with you watching some stupid movie while you complained about all the gushy romance,” You giggled and stroked your fingers through his hair making him look at you, “I love you, J.  The moment I left with Frost I wanted to turn back around, but that doesn’t mean we don’t have issues to work out.”

“I know we do doll….” He replied taking a moment to think before a smirk appeared on his lips.

“What’s that look for, J?” You questioned, a smirk of your own gracing your lips.

“I really wanna kiss you.” He said with a cheeky grin.  You leaned forward, his lips pressing gently and lovingly against yours before pulling away.

“You taste like Heaven,” J whispered against your lips, “I love you, YN.”

“I love you too, J.”  

Back when I posted Ford in flannel, one reblogger ( @great-chaos, I believe) asked for the Stan version.  Which, I mean – the pic for which these are the warm-up does involve both Ford and Stan.  But that is coming along more slowly than I would have liked (between vacation and, um, being glued to the #Cipherhunt).  So what the heck, here’s the Stan version alongside Ford.

Stan’s shirt is directly based on one worn by Alex Hirsch.  Because I thought that would be fun.  (In reality it was kind of maddening, but hey.)

As before, thanks to @blackstarising ‘s post for the inspiration. 


I thought this city would be a perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what kind of person you are, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you.


Bog is not conventionally attractive by either Fairy or Goblin standards, yes? 

Because when his first love screams after the love potion, he immediately jumps to ‘welp, guess I must be too hideous to love’ like. he wouldn’t have thought that if he hadn’t already believed he was unattractive.

He doesn’t really look like the other goblins, either. He looks more similar to the Fairies than the rest of the Goblins do. Which makes me wonder if maybe he has some Fairy ancestry.

Which has fascinating implications, because Griselda looks very Goblin, so the Fairy ancestry would have to be on his father’s side, right? And his father was the royal one, because otherwise Griselda would be the queen and Bog would still just be a prince. 

(the Dark Forest seems pretty good about gender equality–that conversation with Stuff and Thang at the end supports this, right? There’s no expectation for Stuff’s place in the Bog King’s employ to change due to the fact that she’s a girl.)

(The Fairy Kingdom does not seem so good with the gender equality to me–I mean, it’s…kinda…right there in the name: Kingdom, and the King’s comment to Marianne that she’ll be “stronger with a king at her side”, and the way the King and Roland dismiss Marianne’s abilities as a fighter…)

BUT ANYWAY the possibility of Bog (a member of the Royal Family of the Dark Forest) having some Fairy ancestry makes me wonder about the history of the two realms–were they once one realm that was divided by a civil war? The original members of the Dark Forest Royal Family–were they Goblins, or were they Fairies that married Goblins? Were the two realms always separate but used to have more contact, enabling a Fairy to marry into the Goblin royal family? HISTORY. QUESTIONS. I HAVE THEM.


Why did Roland want that army so bad? That is the specific thing he wants out of being a king–an army. What was he planning on doing with that army? He seems pretty good at tactics; I’m guessing he’s not a bad military leader even if he does seem a bit of a coward during the Come On Marianne song…WAS HE PLANNING ON CONQUERING THE DARK FOREST WITH THE ARMY? 


Omg, I ship Roland/the Bug Goblin Girl. Was she dusted with the love potion, too, or just him? (Does Bug Goblin Girl have a fanon name?)


And he feels ashamed of loving her so he pretends it was a fairy he fell in love with for real, but he feels bad about this and this helps him to realize that he’s been a pretty terrible person, what with the cheating and the love potion and the wanting to conquer the Dark Forest and just–yep, he realizes he’s been terrible and he wants to be a better person but it is difficult





GAH the part at the end where Marianne runs her fingertips up and down Bog’s spine was 


the most scandalous thing I have seen in a cartoon since the Temptress line in Megamind so WELL DONE, THERE, MOVIE; GOOD JOB.

Ya know, most hate posts read a lot like shit posts. They’re nonsensical and random and I can’t take them seriously so I usually ended up landing somewhere between


on the emotional scale.

Casefile #0143
The Riddler

Casefile #0143

Anonymous asks: What are your feelings on the Robins that you’ve had to fight over the years?


lankybrunettewiththewickedjaw asks: Hello Riddler! So many questions have been asked about Batman, so I figured I’d better keep things interesting and different, or risk scrutiny and ridicule (if that’s possible). Robin. There have been more than a few over the years, what are your thoughts on the five? Which one has been the smartest? The strongest? The most annoying? And how does Gotham keep turning a blind eye to Batman letting small children fight for him?


jessie-chan16 asks: Hello. I was wondering one intellectual to another how would you grade the intelligence of the Robin’s you fought over the years? As the official mechanic of the group, I’d like to know who I could rip off easier and who’s to smart to trick.

Okay so I usually don’t bother much with follower count and such but I just wanted to give all of you a huge thank you, from the bottom of my heart. I was actually considering letting this blog die once 2017 rolled in, but then Yuri on Ice happened and I gathered the courage I needed to try and blog about something else besides Tolkien and it’s one of the best decisions I’ve ever made with this blog. In the past month my posts have accumulated around 370 000 notes which is so INSANE I can’t believe it. December was definitely one of the best months ever for me, and I’ve been clinging to this damn website for more than 4 years now. I’m extremely flattered by this amazing response, and never thought it would happen again after The Hobbit was done with all its movies.

So THANK YOU to everyone who followed me recently and THANK YOU to everyone who followed me exclusively for Tolkien and who still sticks around. Everything I’ve done in the past month has been met with overwhelming positivity, be it gifsets, metas or silly memes, and I haven’t had this much fun in ages! 2016 was a very trying year for most of us, and I lost someone very dear to me that meant a lot as I grew up, and only a short while after my girlfriend broke up with me and I hit a wall where I thought I would never be happy again. That’s the reason my blog started dying, I just didn’t have the energy to do anything in that period and I was ready to give up.

But I’m so glad I stuck around and didn’t give in, because in the past 2 months everything started to turn around and I managed to get out of my depression and finally found a new passion in YoI, and at the same time I met a lovely new girl who I’m now proud to call my s/o. I want to thank everyone who stuck by me and sent me positive vibes during the period when I was the most down, it made a world of difference and for the first time in years I can actually say that I’ve been feeling genuinely happy lately. And you’re one of the reasons I can say that.

SO, ONCE AGAIN, THANK YOU EVERYONE FOR THIS OVERWHELMING SUPPORT. It truly means a lot to me. Thank you. I hope you all have an incredible year!!  ♡

When in doubt end cheesy post

anonymous asked:

I don't think John was reading the bible. For one, the book's too thin. It would be difficult to cram the entire bible into such a thin book even with small print. Only the new testament might fit in there, which would exclude Leviticus rightaway (although some of Paul's groanworthy stuff on homosexuality would still be in there.) The cover looks kinda soft and bendy too. Not something you'd expect with a bible edition. And John's facial expression is more contemplative than repressed, I'd say.

Anonymous said to inevitably-johnlockedGoing off John reading the bible (I’m not sure it is but it’s probable), do you think John is slightly religious? We know one of his ‘dying’ thoughts was a prayer (“Please, God, let me live”), he was married in a church by a Vicar, and he seemed keen to have Rosie christened/baptised which is not a common practice these days. I sometimes wonder if, as well as all his other issues, John has grown up with something like ‘Catholic guilt’ that might have helped repress his homosexuality?

(referencing this post)

I’m not sure if you’re the same Nonny, but I’ll put these together because of the content is similar and I would answer them both similarily anyway :)

First of all, I’ve actually answered a similar question to this in the past here, so you can read all that and come back, since I will be referencing it in this ask.

First part of this ask: Thank you for the heads up, Nonny! I also have never believed it was a Bible (I’m not even sure where this idea started from… aside from it’s Christmas…). I did a brightening of a screencap (forgive the low quality, my digital version of ASiB is not that amazing):

And as I said in that past post linked above, I do not think that is the Bible at all: too many words:

Even extravagant Catholic / Christian Bibles are simply “Holy Bible” and a graphical depiction of the cross:

I grew up non-practicing Roman Catholic (I went to Catholic school from Gr. 3 to 13, family is Roman Catholic, attended church when we were younger), and we never ever had extravagantly-covered Bibles in our religious ed. classes, though I have seen soft-covered Bible books (my Sunday school class from WAAAAAAAAAYYYYY back had them). And you are right, the book is too thin to be the Bible. I’m more apt to think that he’s starting a novel; can’t make out the title though, thought half-heartedly because I think he was more worried about Sherlock. Or a medical text, or – wild thought – A Christmas Story by Dickens maybe? Sure it’s none of those, but there’s some additional thoughts for y'all.

Second part of this ask: Is John religious? You know, I think it’s in the same way many people are in his age bracket: non-practicing / skeptical, but hopes there is a higher power out there. I would imagine his family was, possibly why he is semi-closeted and has a strained relationship with his sister, and why he still holds onto some of the practices of the church (getting married in a church; christening; the need for god parents for his child), though there is the possibility that it was Mary who insisted on such things though.

But I do believe he has some religious upbringing, possibly a very conservative one, and as such has a lot of internalized struggles with his own sexuality (I think he KNOWS he’s bi, but he has such a desire to “fit in” that he will conform to what society and his upbringing deems as “normal”). He saw what his sister’s sexuality had possibly done to his family, and probably decided since he “had a choice” (I know that’s not the right wording, but humour me here) decided it was best to “play straight” until he could leave home. (Sorry, I know my wording is possibly offensive, but I don’t know how else to describe my thought process here)

This is all just my personal opinion, and I’m not crapping on religious beliefs. But John did grow up in the Thatcher-era, and if his family also supported Thatcher’s ideals, that could have been a rough home life for him.

I’ve talked about John’s possible struggles in his past here and here, both discussion pieces very interesting, especially the second link. 

So, I know I’m overly obsessed and I’ll calm down on Black Paladin Lance after a while ( maybe ) but here’s another thought regarding Lance in an AU where he becomes the black paladin:

His connection with Blue. I think we’ve all reached a consensus that Lance has a rather strong bond with his Lion and he loves her so very much. So in this AU of sorts where Lance would become the Black Paladin ( Which I would foolishly argue he would be more equipped for than Keith ) he would undoubtedly have to give up Blue. And that sort of leaves two options: One) being that he severs the bond entirely with her or two) being that he sort of has a weakened one.

And either are full of angst- but I guess my thoughts are mostly in regards to the Lions and their bonds in the first place. After all, the Lions choose their Paladins. So with Lance being so in tune with his Lion already, it would at least instill some sort of faith and trust that Lance might bond quickly and efficiently with the Black Lion- allowing Voltron to be form rather effectively despite the angst which would permeate the entire scenario.

I guess I just can’t get it out of my head that (one of) Lance’s strengths as Head of Voltron would center around his ability to bond with everyone on a personal and intimate level- including the Lions, I guess. As obnoxious as the guy is- with a bit of forced maturity, he’d be an amazing communicator. And all that is vaguely stated mostly in regards to me wanting Blue and Lance to remain (at least a little bit) connected as Black Paladin.

I mean- as far as the actual canon likelihood of this occurring- I’m well aware that its not likely at all. But if you skim around my tumblr enough, maybe you’ll see what I see in regards to Black Paladin Lance?