which way to point the gun

apart from me is space.
apart from me is a hatch in which leads to space.
it is odd to have to go down to get to space.

I Promise You I Promise You I Promise You

in my efforts to mail letters i have discovered my handwriting is awful.
what am i to do about this?
apart from me is space.

born left-handed and corrected to be right-handed

high noon and the duel begins, high noon and that duel
both guns pointed at guns and teeth

Do you know the reason they think about me in such a way
it is cause i am a witch
they burned me once near a lake, but they will not burn me again
Do you know the lord and savior loves you, his name is
they drowned me once near where they burned me
there is a piano at the bottom of the lake
someone is playing Rachmaninoff.

swam to the piano player
did not get there in time.

the third time they said I Promise You I Promise You I Promise You

Also…the ending of Gravity Falls is satisfying purely because it satisfies the emotional arcs it sets up with its characters.

Because I hate to say this but…if the ending were judged purely on how well it wrapped things up from a plot point of view it’s…actually…not…great?

I mean the memory gun and the metal plate in Ford’s head both suffer from a huge case of “it does whatever the writers tell it to do to fit this specific need in this moment.” 

Mabel’s prison bubble is, in a physical sense, fairly easily escaped–Mabel just pops it with a huge pin. 

And people have pointed out that by bringing Stan’s memories back, the writers created an heroic sacrifice, and then took away the sacrifice part.


The technology in GF working in a maybe somewhat contrived way sets up a circumstance through which Ford and Stan can mend their bridges. Stan volunteering to have his mind erased is the culmination of all the build up surrounding Stan’s low self worth and his desire to prove himself as a hero. 

It also satisfies an arc with Ford, by allowing him to appreciate his brother for the first time, and to understand that his concept of what a hero is was faulty all along. This is what prepares Ford for the happy ending he eventually receives. It also answers the question brought up in AToTS–will Ford and Stan ever resolve their differences? 

Mabel’s bubble is escaped quickly when she is ready to escape it. When she wants to face reality and finds the strength within herself to pierce the fantasy. It’s the resolution of her “fear of growing up” arc that had been with us from the beginning and intensely emphasized since the end of AtoTS.  It reaffirms the themes of “growing old is mandatory, growing up is optional” and “life is less scary when the people you love are facing it with you” that have been with us from the start. It prepares her and Dipper for the hopeful “let’s grow up together” ending they get. 

It also answers the concern brought up in AtoTS and enormously emphasized in DaMvtF–will Dipper and Mabel be split apart? There’s development for Dipper as well–he puts his trust in Mabel, deciding he’d rather grow up with her and face the world together than take on the implied isolation of Ford’s apprenticeship.

Stan getting his memory back might ultimately mean he does not lose anything. And if the point of that ending was for him to give something up, that would probably be disappointing. But it wasn’t–as mentioned, the purpose of Stan’s self-sacrifice was to create a climax for character arcs surrounding himself and Ford. Stan’s already given up plenty. 

Mabel bringing Stan’s memories back with her scrapbook, besides being an emotional moment, ties into all the show’s themes surrounding family, loyalty and love. It brings back an object we’ve seen in the background of the show since the very beginning, one that was never emphasized as important, and uses it to save the day. It’s the zenith of Stan’s relationship with both the twins (seen through his relationship with Mabel,) which has developed over the course of the summer from something distant and awkward to something beautiful. And it ties into Mabel’s own arc–she just escaped a supernatural prison bubble through the help and support of her brother, and now she can give that same support to Stan.

These are the important things. These are the arcs that need resolution. With that in mind, it doesn’t really matter that the metal plate in Ford’s head and how it relates to Bill entering his mind makes no flipping sense at all. 

(Because wow it makes no flipping sense at all and I don’t even care the slightest.)

what it’s actually like to date Lim Changkyun...

Originally posted by alette-stars

The Reality of Dating Changkyun…

  • Oh boy, this one… t h i s  one.
  • The relationship is filled with weirdness, and when i say weirdness, i mean… WEirDneSS.
  • Changkyun most definitely adores you when you contribute to said weirdness, like it makes his entire day, i mean it.
  • Even though he usually has a slight rbf (resting bitch face), remember that he’s always got a lot of thoughts running through his head, and he’s never malicious.
  • So pay no mind to his intense staring, he’s just in his natural habitat, which is his own mind.
  • Speaks to you in english, and it’s guaranteed to be at random points in your conversation.
  • Habitually refers to you as his “baby” but the way he says it is just so…so…amazing~
  • Does cute little gestures when he greets you.
  • Like, he’ll shoot finger guns at you, wink his eye, or he’ll scream out “there’s my baby!” especially if it’s been awhile since he last spent time with you, etc…
  • Finds humor in sending you kissy faces and acting dramatically “sexy” from across the room when no one is looking, and he kinda grins to himself when he sees you trying to hold in your laughter ‘cause he’s so greasy it hurts.
  • There’s a lot of inside jokes between you two, like a LOT.
  • They kinda just happen, too… the most random things can turn into jokes.
  • You finishing his sentences when changkyun forgets a word (since he’s bilingual, it’s expected that a few words will slip his mind every once in awhile, pls understand this bby).
  • But you DO understand that, and you’re always there to fill in his blanks.

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I Love You ‘Til the Sun Dies

I was requested to do and imagine base on the song “Little Do You Know” by Alex and Sierra, I know @imagine-mix-fandoms already did and imagine based off that song, which was amazing, so please go read that as well! I combined this request with an imagine of my own, so enjoy!

Imagine: You and Eric going through each other’s fear landscape. You learn why Eric is the way he is, and he finds out that you are scared of him.

Warnings: Mentions of sexual assault and death!

“Eric, please don’t,” you beg with tears streaming down your face.

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says with a gun pointed to your head, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

He pulls the trigger.

You jolt awake gasping for air. Your face is covered in tears and body in sweat.

“You okay Y/N?” Eric asks opening his sleep filled eyes and looking at you.

“I-I’m fine.” You quickly respond, looking away from him. You’ve been waking up from this nightmare every day since the attack in Candor during the war, which had ended weeks ago. Since then, Eric was forgiven for what he did, and was given back his leadership position, Divergents were now safe, and you knew that Eric would never hurt you; however, this did not stop the nightmares from coming.

“Y/N, please telling me what’s bothering you. You wake up from these nightmares every fucking day and you won’t tell me what they’re about. Talk to me baby,” He was now fully awake, he grabs your chin and makes you face him, “Please Y/N, I can’t stand seeing you like this.”

“It’s nothing Eric, really,” How could you ever tell him that your nightmares were about him killing you, I would break his heart. He clearly didn’t believe you, so you leaned in and gave him a passionate kiss, trying to talk his mind off it.

He eventually pulled back, with a disappointed look on his face, “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but remember, I’m always here if you need to talk.” With that, he got up and walked out of the room.

‘I’m sorry Eric, I wish I could tell you, but I can’t,’ you thought.

“Where are we going Eric?” You asked, he held your hand leading you through the dark hallways of the Dauntless compound.

“Do you trust me Y/N,” He stopped walking and looked back at you, you nodded, “Then shut up and stop asking me!”

He finally stopped in front of the familiar room that you hadn’t seen since your initiation. The fear landscape room.

“Eric why are we here?” You question.

“We’ve been together for almost a year now, and I realized that you barely even know anything about me, so I thought what better way for you to get know me than going through my fears,” He says with a hopeful expression on his face.

“Eric, you don’t have t-”

“But I want to.” He said getting out the syringes.

“How many fears do you have?” You ask.

“Eight,” You can’t shake off the feeling that you’re invading his privacy, but he really wants this so you go with it, “Ready?

You nod as he injects himself; he then brushes your hair away from your neck and injects you.

Suddenly you find yourself trapped inside a small box, the walls closing in on you, claustrophobia. You look over at Eric, he is sitting, jaw-clenched, staring at the wall in front of him, you shake him, “Eric snap out of it and do something!”

He then takes a deep breath and puts his legs out pushing against the wall in front of him, you decide to do the same with the opposite wall, Eric counts to three and you both push, the scene changes.

You two are now standing in an open field, you look around and then back at Eric who is standing beside you stiffly, suddenly a flock of birds fly down and surround you, you see Eric taking shallow breaths, and try to stifle a giggle, “Your scared of birds?!”

He narrows his eyes at you, “Are you making fun of me Y/N?”

“No! Not at all! I’m just surprised that the big bad Eric is scared of birds,” You laugh.

“Says the girl who’s scared of itty bitty spiders,” he says rolling his eyes.

You punch him in the shoulder and say, “Now do something so we can get out of here.”

He walks up to the birds, bends down, and picks one up. He stands there for a second just staring at it with his jaw clenched, then gently pets its head, and I let out a small laugh as the birds and field disappear.

One by one, we went through the rest of his fears, being buried alive, failure, killing his loved ones, etc. Until we finally got to his final fear, we were standing in a dark alley somewhere in Erudite, there were five large men dressed in blue, three of the men stood holding an unfamiliar girl with a beaten and bruised face, and two of them held Eric who was struggling in their hold.

“ERIC!” The girl calls out.

“ELIZABETH!” Eric yells back with a pained expression, “Fuck!”

When he finally gets out of the grasp of the men, the girl changes, she is now in black clothing, she is still bruised and bleeding, and she has a tattoo of a dream catcher on her forearm. Wait, what?! You look at her face closely. It’s you.

“Eric…?” You look towards Eric, who is standing next to you wide eyed and frozen, “Eric!” You shake him.

“It changed,” His whisper is barely audible, simulation you lets out an agonizing scream, right before she is slapped across the face by one of the men.

“ERIC!” You hear yourself yell his name. This is so fucking strange. I’ve never seen Eric look so scared, his face has gone pale, his eyes are wide and he’s barely blinking, his jaw is clenched, and his hands are in shaking fists. One man grabs the neckline of your shirt and tears it apart, you scream once again, and thrash in the hold of the other two. You suddenly knew exactly what was happening.

Fuck I have to end this,’ You think to yourself, you stand in front of Eric and grab his face, forcing him to look down at you, “It’s okay Eric! I’m okay! Look at me Eric, I’m okay!”

When nothing worked you stood up on your toes and kissed him, eventually his heart rate slowed down and when you finally broke the kiss, the two of you were back in the fear landscape room. Eric looked around and collapsed to his knees.

You instantly kneeled down next to him, “Eric what was that? What was happening?”

“I-it was always her but now it’s you! It’s you Y/N!”

“Just breathe Eric,” You grab his hand as he took a deep breath, “Now tell me.”

“Back in Erudite, just a month before my choosing ceremony, I had a one night stand with this girl, she was my older sister’s ex-boyfriend’s younger sister,” Older sister? You knew Eric’s two younger sisters, but you never knew he had an older one too, “to me it was nothing, but she wanted more, I rejected her. So one day after school, I walked to the place where my older sister, Elizabeth, worked, Mum wanted her to take me shopping for a new blazer. We took too long in the shop and it was getting dark outside, we knew Mum was going to be mad at us, so we decided to take a shortcut home. Fuck that was the biggest mistake in my life,” He put his head in his hands and continued, “We were passing by this alleyway, I was leading the way, when suddenly Elizabeth screamed, I turned around, but I was held back by two men, two others held Elizabeth, and there was a fifth man, Elizabeth’s ex. To get back at Lizzy for breaking up with him, and at me for breaking his fucking sister’s heart, they raped and killed her in front of me, and I don’t know I fucking lived through that, but I did. It left my family shattered, and left me angry and full of hatred, and that’s why I chose dauntless on Choosing Day.”

“Oh my God, Eric I- I don’t know what to say,” You say quietly, trying to take in all the information you had just received, looking down as your lap.

“It’s okay Y/N, I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything in there, it was always her, always, and suddenly it changed to you, and I didn’t know what to do,” He admits sadly.

“Eric, it’s okay, I understand,” You quickly respond, trying to comfort him.

“Let’s just go through your landscape,” He says getting up, you know he’s trying to get his mind off of what he just saw, but you can’t let him see your fears. If he sees the nightmare you have of him every night, it will break him.

“You’ve already seen it during my initiation,” You say.

“Yeah, but things change, and besides you haven’t been through it since then, it’s important for a dauntless to go through their fears often, we need to be able to handle them, in case they come back to haunt us in our real lives,” He says, trying to convince me.

“But, Eric-”

“I guess it’s fine if you don’t trust me enough to let me see,” You groan at Eric and his blackmailing skills, you mentally roll your eyes.

“Ugh, fine,” Maybe you’ll only have the same nine fears, maybe new fears don’t register with the serum that fast, you silently hope, as Eric injects the two of you once again.

One by one, you go through all nine of your familiar fears. Then everything goes dark, “Y/N? What’s going on, I thought you only had nine fears?”

You laugh uncomfortably, “Looks, like you were right Eric, things can change, I guess I have a new one.”

Suddenly the darkness disappears and you find yourself in Candor Headquarters, you’re on your knees, hands cuffed behind your back, you look up with wide eyes and see Eric standing above you, gun pointed to your head, this isn’t real you try to tell yourself, but you can’t bring yourself to believe it, it feels so real, “Eric, please don’t-”

“I can’t believe I ever fell for a piece of Divergent trash like you,” Eric says, his face holds an expression of pure disgust, “but don’t worry sweetheart, I make this easy for you. It’ll be a quick death.”

Your heart speeds up so fast you think it’ll explode, you start to cry, “Eric no! I’m sorry!”

He pulls the trigger.

You snap your eyes open gasping, you look around and you’re back in the landscape room.

“Y/N?” You just remembered that Eric saw all of that.

“Eric I-”

“Save it Y/N,” He tries to sound angry, but you can see how hurt he is, “I’ve tried to so hard to convince everyone that I’ve changed, but who the hell is gonna believe me, if my fucking girlfriend’s even scared of me!”

“Eric! Wait, I’m so fucking sorry! Eric?!” You call after him as he storms out of the room. After a while you walk to your best friend’s apartment, you thought it would be best to leave Eric alone for now, at least until you could think of a way of showing him how you feel.

You were in your friend’s guest bedroom, when suddenly you got an idea; you got out a piece of paper and started to write:

Little do you know, how I’m breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know, I’m still haunted by the memories
Little do you know, I’m trying to pick myself up piece by piece
Little do you know, I need a little more time
Underneath it all I’m held captive by the hole inside
I’ve been holding back for the fear that you might change your mind
I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know, I need a little more time.

You walk back to yours and Eric’s shared apartment, knowing he wouldn’t be home yet, and go into your room, and fold the note in half, you put it on top of his laptop and leave, praying that this would work.

The next morning your friend comes into your room, waking you, “Y/N! Get up!”

“What?” You grumble.

“I was just about to leave for work, when Eric asked me to give this to you,” she says handing you a folded piece of paper, your heart sank thinking that he rejected your note and returned it.

“W-what is it?” You ask her.

“I don’t know, I didn’t check,” she looks at her watch and says, “listen, I have to go now, but you can stay here as long as you want!”

“Thanks,” you call out as she leaves, you hear the door shut and you finally open the letter, your heart flutters at Eric’s familiar handwriting:

I’ll wait, I’ll wait, I love you like you’ve never felt the pain,
I’ll wait, I promise you don’t have to be afraid,
I’ll wait, The love is here and here to stay
So lay your head on me
Little do you know, I know you’re hurting while I’m sound asleep
Little do you know, all my mistakes are slowly drowning me
Little do you know, I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies.

You look up from the letter, trying to hold back your tears, and you see Eric standing in the doorway, he looks at you and says, “’little do you know, I, I love you ‘til the sun dies’.”

You jump off the bed and run into his arms, you finally let the tears release, “I’m so sorry Eric! I’m sorry!” You say through sobs.

“Shh, it’s okay,” He whispers kissing your forehead.  

 A/N: Ahh that was so long, I’m so sorry it took forever to write this, but I had exams going on, however I’m free for the rest of the week, so send in your requests!

Masterlist // Rules List // To-Do List

21.  “I’m bulletproof…but please, don’t shoot me.”

That had to be one of the stupidest lines they had ever heard. This purple guy was big and looked kind of intimidating, but he was surrounded, back against the wall and at least five guns pointed his way. There was no getting out of this one.

“Don’t worry, we won’t,” the leader said with a shrug and lowered his pistol only slightly. “All you have to do is give us your money.”

“Isn’t this a bit excessive?”

“We’ve always been thorough.” One of the gang members laughed. “And it always gets results!”

The big guy didn’t seem amused; in fact if they didn’t know any better, they could have sworn he rolled his eyes behind that stupid pompadour. “Look, just take it from me, you’re wasting your time. I told you bullets won’t do anything to me, so can we just-?”

“Oh is that right?” The guns clicked at the same time and their target took a small step back. “What do you say, boys? Should we test out ol’ Superman here?” Another round of laughter rang out. At this time of night, nobody would be around to hear this. “Let’s see how bulletproof you really are then.”


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oh boy, oh boy, anon, you better strap in cause I have lots of thoughts…

• like when mick aims the gun at ray, ray puts his hands out but doesn’t look scared, confused, sure, but not scared. he knows mick wouldn’t hurt him (which holds true because mick didn’t even try to eat ray as a zombie, he just knocked him out)

• and then the way mick looks at the gun, his eyes still following it as he stands up as he remembers the man it belonged to

• and when mick says he’s looking for a partner ray just… ray just points to himself with this dumbfounded expression

• this totally reminds me of 1x15 when ray gestures to himself and mick. he was so sure len wanted the two of them to be partners then, but now with mick asking him to be his partner, he doesn’t believe it

• he takes the gun, still looking at mick, looking to see if this is what he really wants because ray knows just how big this is.

• mick just told him the gun was owned by the greatest outsider he’d ever known and ray doesn’t know if he is worthy enough to handle the gun, knowing just what it means to mick

• but once he sees mick is being sincere, he turns all his attention toward the gun. he turns it over in his hands, examining it and then simply says, “cool”.

• if mick was unsure before, he knows he made the right choice then

• and then mick becomes a bit like len in this situation: he makes ray memorize every part of the gun and i know ray has an extensive technological background but mick shows him how to properly clean and maintenance it and ray pays very close attention, not wanting to let mick down

• and then comes ray’s time to use it

• he nearly freezes because this is len’s gun, he shouldn’t be firing it. In fact, he shouldn’t even be here. ray was the one who was supposed to die. he should be dead

• but then mick yells, “i need some back up over here, haircut”

• and ray snaps out of it and fights side by side with mick until they win the fight

• and then this could either go really well or get really angsty

• either afterwards, mick comes up to ray and puts his hand on his shoulder and says, “you did good out there, haircut” and ray gives him an absolutely beaming smile

• OR seeing the cold gun in action with all the other legends triggers mick. he can almost convince himself that it was len fighting alongside him if he kept ray out of his periphery. this isn’t gonna be a good night for mick…

• after the fight ends he high tails it to his room. he shuts the door, grabs a beer, opens his zippo and takes out that cold steel ring he keeps in his breast pocket… the one len gave him

• and he mourns. it’s not like he’s hasn’t mourned for len. he has. but seeing ray use len’s cold gun has made what len did seem final for him. he knows that len is gone and he isn’t coming back.

• before long, mick hears a knock on his door. he yells out a gruff “what?” and who’s voice does he hear on the other side?

• raymond fucking palmer, because of course. ray is always the one to come check on mick. he did so after the time master’s tried to remake him as chronos again. he did after rip had abandoned them all back in 2016. he did it after he’d said his goodbyes to len in 2014 and he was doing it now.

• ray asks if mick is okay but mick doesn’t feel like company and tells ray as much and ray just goes “all right, but i’ll be here if you need me”

• mick doesn’t say anything and turns his attention back to the flame, his thoughts wandering back to len just like they always seem to do

• len had always been very guarded, even around mick. that’s not to say he ever doubted len cared for him because len did, even when he was at his absolute worst, but len always played his feelings close to the chest

• but ray… ray cares about him and is very obvious about it. he tells mick exactly how he feels and is very genuine around him

• and mick’s not used to that. he is used to hate and distrust and lying, not ray’s blatant puppy dog type of love and to be honest, it scares him a bit

• but maybe, just maybe he could learn to accept it, nay, appreciate it… but not tonight. tonight is for a dead man who was the greatest friend mick had ever had

• but ray will stay. ray will sit down, back against mick’s door and keep vigil for him. he is just a quick yell away if mick decides to change his mind.

• he doesn’t, but maybe ray being there helped. maybe it stopped mick from doing something stupid, like burning his fingertips on the flame, or reaching for the unopened bottle of whisky already 3 beers deep

• maybe ray being there saved him: saved him from mourning alone. because even if he didn’t call for ray, mick knew he was there and that was enough

• tl;dr - raymond fucking palmer. he’s not the friend mick rory needs, but he’s the one he deserves


Mauser C77 pistol

Designed and Manufactured by Paul Mauser c.1876-77 in Oberndorf am Neckar, Germany - serial number 115.
10,6x25mmR single shot falling block, manual thumb safety, single action.

This interesting pistol is operated by depressing this hammer-looking part with your thumb, which cocks the internals of the gun but also make them drop through the frame from a spring-loaded hinge under the barrel. The gun is then locked that way by the extractor popping out - ejecting your empty brass if you just fired the gun - at which point you can insert a fresh round, whose rim will pop the extractor back in its recess, letting the gun’s breech back up and ready to fire.

Before Newtown: Connecticut’s First School Shooting

27-years before Adam Lanza entered Sandy Hook Elementary and murdered 27 people, there was another, little discussed school shooting in Connecticut. 

On December 11, 1985, 13-year old Floyd Warmsley was told by his principal to remove his hat, which was against school rules. The eighth grader was “reluctant to do so”, so he walked home, stole his fathers Tec-9 assault pistol, walked back to Portland Junior High School and entered the principals office. 

He pulled the gun from his trench coat, and pointed it at the principal. Another teacher pushed him out of the way and they both hid in an office. Warmsley then shot and injured the school secretary, before going to the upper level of the school, randomly shooting at lockers and taking a student hostage. 

The school janitor, David Bangston, was returning from his break just as the vice principal announced via the intercom that there was an active shooter in the building. Warmsley aimed down the hallway and shot Langston from about 200 feet away, killing him instantly. Several hours went by as the parent of the student he took hostage pleaded with him over the intercom system. Eventually Warmsley threw the pistol out of the window and surrendered himself to the authorities. 

Floyd Warmsley was tried as a juvenile, found guilty and sentenced to four years in a juvenile facility. He was released after three years for good behavior. 


‘‘Sorry boys! I’m sooo changable! It is a weakness with me, but to be fair to myself…It is my only weakness…’‘

James Moriarty smirked smugly as he saw the expressions of the ex-army doctor and the detective which he envied so much change from relief to fear. He had them trapped, trapped in the swimming pool. But that is what happened to people who stood in the way of the consulting criminal, the Napoleon of Crime…They died.

‘‘You just can’t be allowed to continue…You just can’t. I would try to convince you, but…everything I have to say has already crossed your mind!’‘

James kept his eyes locked on the dark haired man in front of him as the latter didn’t show any signs of fear or desperation. Instead, Sherlock Holmes drew his gun and pointed it right at him, his eyes dark and calm.

‘‘Then perhaps my answer has crossed yours…’‘

James smiled slightly as he saw how the gun slowly went down until it was pointed at the bomb, which was still situated in the jacket of John Waston who, until a few minutes ago, had been his little puppet. A few seconds passed again, Sherlock’s calm face still not showing any signs of emotion as the tension in the pool started to rise…-

‘‘Baby, baby, baby, oooh! Baby, baby, baby, ooh!’‘

The draining silence was suddenly interrupted by ahigh pitched voice singing a catchy but slightly annoying song. James saw Sherlock and John’s eyebrows rise in confusion as they shared an amused look. James, in the meantime, felt annoyance and irritation bottle up in his body as he closed his eyes for a second, before slowly taking his phone out of his pocket and giving Sherlock an apologic nod, all while keeping his face emotionless.

The doctor and the detective looked to each other in confusion when the consulting criminal sighted deeply and spoke to whoever it was on the phone:

‘’Yes, it’s me, obviously. (Y/n) (L/n), why in the world would you change my amazing ringtone to that?’’

An amused voice spoke up from the other side of the phone, clearly giggling at the situation.

‘‘Oh Jimmy, you know how much I love to pester you…’‘

Sherlock and John raised their eyebrows once again at the nickname for the dangerous man in front of them. This surely was one interesting twist of events…

(Gif not mine)


“It is very difficult to make one’s way in this world without being wicked at one time or another, when the world’s way is so wicked to begin with “

I am pretty sure that young Kit Snicket would poison your tea or shoot you in the face if she had to. ( More of my ASOUE project here ! )


I know I said I’d share some of my more pessimistic predictions about life under Trümp the other day, but I decided I’m not going to. To the extent anyone cares, which may be nil, I’m sorry. It’s all just too negative, and in the worst possible kinds of ways. For the writer and the reader. It’s not that I have changed my views on the possibilities or probabilities. I just don’t want to add that much negativity when there is already so, so much. 

And, importantly, what’s the point? If any of that comes to fruition, there is nothing I can do to prepare except to leave, and I can’t/won’t do that, either. If it comes down that way, me buying a gun or filling a shelter with soylent just delays the inevitable by a few days or hours. It’s like the nightmare where you show up for the final exam and didn’t take the class, but in this case, it’s not the exam but the night before. How much preparation can you realistically cram in overnight?

My recent study of mindfulness has been helpful. All I have (all any of us have) is this moment. I’m going to try to drink in the time I have with the people I love. Now, be sure I’m not checking out. There is suffering to attend to, and of course injustices current and future to fight. I will be there for those right up to the end, with whatever I have to offer. My outrage is deep and my skills are sharp.

Today, a guy I work with, 50-something white dude who has all the privilege and more, probably a Johnson voter, was honestly confused about why LGBTQ people are scared. He’s not a bigot, I’m quite sure, but he’s definitely in a bubble. It’s not my place to put words in that community’s mouths, even though I think I get it. So I found an article where people expressed their concerns, and sent it to him, and offered to talk more if/when he wants to. I wasn’t angry with him. Later I saw the article open on his monitor, and him reading it. I may well turn out to be wrong in the most tragic way, but I think that was probably more useful in the large than hardening a bunker in my garage or creating despair porn.

The City is Mine: Ch.3 (M)

Genre: gang au, angst, smut (IN THIS CHAPTER!!!)

Character Profiles: AOMG | The Outsiders | The 1988′s  (Please read these and the Prologue before you begin!)

Chapters: Prologue1234 /?

“The City is Mine” Ravi Open

“Wait. Did you just say…Don Mills is here?” asked Zico, his voice suddenly turning dark as he discarded his nice guy facade.

“Yeah bro he’s right over there” replied Microdot as he nodded his head towards Don’s direction.

Without another word Zico turned and headed in the direction Microdot had pointed towards, instantly forgetting his mission to collect Simon D’s sister in favor of finding Don Mills.

“Thanks for the drugs bro!” Microdot called after him excitedly before heading towards the mens room to test the drugs out.

Without thinking, Zico’s fingers found their way into his inner coat pocket and curled around the gun he had hidden inside. His emotions, which he normally kept under lock and key, were going haywire. The only thing he could think about was getting revenge on the man who was responsible for killing the only woman he had ever loved.

He was going to find Don Mills, and he was going to kill him.

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I think all these liberal-types handwringing over Richard Spencer getting his shit rocked and the prospect of violence in general, need to seriously read books like “This Nonviolent Stuff’ll Get You Killed: How Guns Made the Civil Rights Movement” and “Negroes and the Gun” among others. Of course these are about the Black experience because I’m Black and that’s my frame of reference. I think you would benefit from these readings.

Because these are the same types of people who bring up the Civil Rights Movement as an example of nonviolence in action as a counterpoint but also fail to really recognize the role in which armed self-defense or the prospect of armed retaliation helped move the CRM forward in various ways or the ways in which various activists and figures were themselves armed at some point during their tenure (and yes, actually that did include MLK, to my surprise as well). To be fair, I think this failure is more of an indictment of the way that Civil Rights are talked about that than a failure of nonviolence as a tactic or of the individual proposing nonviolence.

But you guys really need to consider and internalize that people like Richard Spencer are inherently a threat, neo-Nazis are an existential threat that wish to do me and many like me harm. Violence is inherent to their ideology (note that I said ideology and not opinion). Would you say that those who shot back at the Klan in 50s and 60s were as bad as the Klan? If not, then why are people as bad if they punch Nazis? It’s two completely different kinds of violence and your black-and-white view helps absolutely no one.

Family Beginnings

Request: Can you do a SiriusxReader one shot where you babysit baby Harry? And it would be really cute and fluffy. And he talks about having kids with Y/N. Please and thank you. 

A/N: this is surprisingly fluffy, but it does feature baby Harry. So, this is a pretty cute fic, and I love writing for Sirius, so thank you for this one-shot. The gif below belongs to the rp blog @asktheboywholived which is run by TT Bret - check it out, honestly one of the best portrayals of the character, (which TT claims to be due to lighting and make up, but I think we all know it’s actually magic. You’re not fooling anyone, mate.) Also, I know there are tattoos, but Black in the movies has tattoos, and so he must have had them done at some point because I highly doubt that dementors know their way around a tattoo gun.


“Hey,” You grinned as the door opened, revealing Lily opening the door with a giggling Harry on her hip.

He laughed when he saw you, reaching out for you. You chuckled as you stepped into the house, taking off your coat quickly before taking Harry from his frazzled mother.

“Hey, buddy,” You smiled at him, “Go, finish getting ready, Lily.”

“Thank you,” Lily smiled, kissing your cheek before hurrying up the stairs.

“Hey, Potter.” You smirked as you walked into the living room, where James was struggling to knot a tie in front of the mirror that hung above the fireplace.

“Hey, Y/N,” He grinned at you in the mirror, “Is she almost ready?”

“Yeah, she’ll be a few more minutes.”

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Secrets | Agent AU | Taekook

Word Count: 1.4k 

Summary: So Jungkook made a mistake… 

Part 2

Originally posted by beatriceindre

Pointing a fully loaded gun at his boyfriend was not the way Jeon Jungkook was planning on waking up.

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  • What She Says: I'm fine.
  • What She Means: The casting of Matthew McConaughey as Randall Flagg is fucking inspired, as is this costume design. The duster-that-isn't, with its incongruous arm seams, overlong cuffs, elegant sweeping lines that curve where we expect them to point, and jarring lack of lapels combines with the deep double-V of the shirt and vest and the long nails to give an oddly feminine visual impression. This both stands in stark, mocking opposition to the hard-coded masculinity of a culture that reveres the Way of the Gun and sets us up to expect a much different, more delicate face than McConaughey's weathered features. When taken together the over all effect is a very unsettling sense of wrongness, one that can be dissected given study, as we have done here, yet which would be difficult to pinpoint were one to pass him on the street beyond a general vibe of "my skin just crawled off my body and tried to escape up a tree."
We broke. 
I don’t know when it happened. 
I don’t know how it happened. 
But it happened. 
And now we’re here and we’re trying so desperately to put ourselves back together again,
To pick the pieces of what we once had up off the floor. 
But the pieces,
The pieces are sharp.
They’re so very sharp. 
And all we’re doing is tearing ourselves to shreds. 
So my question is, why?
Why are we running back through the fire when we both know perfectly well that there is nothing left to save?
Why are we jumping even though we have no faith that the parachutes are going to open?
Why are we playing russian roulette with a fully loaded gun?
What’s the point in destroying ourselves for that which is beyond repair?
We’ve got our backs to the wall and we’ve convinced ourselves there’s a way out of this. 
But there isn’t.
And maybe it’s time to accept that.
Maybe it’s time to cut our losses, put down our weapons and walk away.
—  f.a.w

Imagine Mikey (somewhat) successfully sets up a volleyball net in the lair.

Which of course leads to like way too many Top Gun quotes (until Raph knocks Mikey in the back of the head, wherein the quotes don’t stop…just become quieter)

Donnie isn’t all that good at the game for whatever reason and knocks over a bunch of Splinter’s stuff at one point when he serves the ball.

 Leo takes it way too seriously and tells Donnie that they aren’t taking home the gold with serves like that.

 The fun finally ends when Raph spikes the ball too hard and it pops.