wiped off the map

You know who did the teen hero thing right? Kim Possible, that’s who. She never messed around with that secret identity thing or with not letting her parents or friends know what she was doing so she never had to deal with, “Oh, I’m gonna miss this important family event to save the world”  or, “What’ll happen if my friends find out my secret identity?” bullcrap. It was like, “Mom, Dad. I gotta go deal with this Drakken sitch,” and they’d just be like, “Have fun. Tell Ron we said hi.” She had that hero/personal life balance thing on lock. I aspire to have my life as in balance as Kim Possible.

When all three marauders finally reach beyond the veil, they take the initiative to unanimously wipe Peter off the Marauder’s map. After the battle of Hogwarts, they finally find someone worthy of completing the quartet. Down in the land of the living, George is looking at the map, remembering how much trouble he used to get into with his brother and trying not to break down again. Then he makes a decision. He gets up to toss the inconspicuous looking parchment into the fire; nobody would use it to top Fred’s legacy of mischief. On impulse, he taps it with his wand one last time. “I solemnly swear I’m up to no good,” he whispers, voice cracking, while inside he thinks, “I am no good; not without my other half.” He watches the words appear. “Moony, padfoot, prongs, and Gred welcome you to the Marauders’ map. (P.S.-hi Forge). George finally does break down at that- tears coming freely as the thoughts of his brother finding peace beyond the veil gives him some small semblance of closure. From then on, he never speaks the password to the map again, only taps it every night, just so he can hear Fred insulting him how he used to. When he finally passed on, his last act was to place the map in one of the lesser-known passageways that only the Potter and Weasley children would know about. Ten years later, his granddaughter was out exploring the castle after curfew when she discovered the blank parchment. She knew instinctively what to do, and watched in awe as the FIVE marauders made their presence known to the child that would be their legacy.

“I’m so scared all the time – and the fear hurts. Feeling like everything is over, was over long before I got here, so long, hiding, or trying to outrun this.”

“I get it. This won’t stop until I die. But when I die, I want it to hurt.” 

“When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map – I want it to hurt. Bad.”

“I want to lose. I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends…”

“And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again and I want it to hurt. Because that means it meant something. It means I am…something, at least.”

– Mae, Night in the Woods

Here’s a funny thing about being Jewish:
Even our straight, white, cis men know what it is like to be afraid. Even they know what it is like to be told you’re going to hell for the fact of your belief, to be afraid of expressing yourself in public because you might get jumped.
Here’s another funny thing about being Jewish:
We are a nation of survivors. Our history is replete with other nations trying to stamp us out. People think of anti-Semitism and they think of the Holocaust and Nazis and that’s it, but that’s not it. The Holocaust was just the latest attempt to wipe Jews off the map.
And now it is starting again.
Every time somebody tries to kill us, they fail. And for a while, things get quiet. The anti-Semitism is still there, of course, it never goes away, but for a while, for a few decades, people stop trying.
But then the survivors grow old, they die, and their children grow up, grow old, and start to die as well. And people start to forget.
They forget that they tried to kill us before, and failed.
They forget that there is no evidence or possibility of us actually being at fault for the things they blame us.
People forget.
The goyim forget.
And the grandchildren of the survivors of the last attempt to kill us have to go through it all over again, no matter that they promised us we wouldn’t, that the governments and nations promised them it would never happen again.
They keep trying.
And they keep failing.
They never learn. Hundreds, thousands, millions of Jews die in each one of these cycles. The cycle can continue until the sun expands or Mashaich comes, whichever happens first, but they will never succeed in wiping us out.
We will make it through. And we will add another fast day, another day of mourning, of remembrance in honor of those who died, to the dozen already on our calendar, and we will pack our bags, move somewhere else, and we will survive.
We always do.

New Year's Kiss [Sam Version]

“Jesus that was a shitload of food” you said, falling on the couch next to a sprawled out Sam, waiting for the countdown from the TV, barely minutes before the year changed.

“You tell me” he huffed out and brushed his hair backwards with his fingers. “so tell me, y/n. You happy with your year?” He sat up a bit, body turning to you as his arm fell on the back of the couch.

“You mean before or after the darkness came and nearly wiped the sun off the map?” Sam chuckled, slightly tipsy. “it was okay. I had you two which is always a blessing -”

“And a curse” you backhanded his stomach playfully making him chuckle lightly

“Shut up. Seriously. But I do wish one more thing happened.” You stated and Sam’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Really? What?”

Eight…

“Nothing special, really” you smiled

Seven…

“What is it?”

Six…

“I’m telling you Sam, it was nothing. ”

Five…

“Fine” he huffed and rolled his eyes.

Four…

Three…

Two…

“Oh fuck it” you leaned to him, framed his face with your hands and placed your lips harshly, yet tenderly on his.

Shocked he didn’t respond at first.

One…

People celebrated on TV and you, rejected and sad tried to pull away.

Sam, however, didn’t let you. He grabbed your hips and placed you on his lap, holding your face to him. You both smiled in the kiss, resting your foreheads against each other’s.

“Well I guess 2016 wasn’t that bad, was it”

@quiddy-writes @sam-winchester-admiration-league @impala-dreamer @iwantthedean @samtheboyking @jpadjackles

anonymous asked:

What happened to Apple? Did she get deleted or something?

yeah it seems like @staff decided to terminate her blog without warning? i guess someone must have reported her based on some petty grudge maybe?? nice to know that pedos, nazis & spamblogs are low on @staff’s list of priorities but any average user can just get their whole blog wiped off the face of the map on a single baseless claim

But when I die,
I want it to hurt.
When my friends leave,
when I have to let go,
when this entire town is wiped off the map,
I want it to hurt.
Bad.
I want to lose.
I want to get beat up.
I want to hold on until i’m thrown off,
and everything ends.
And you know what?
Until that happens,
I want to hope again,
and I want it to hurt because that means it meant something.
It means I am…
Something, at least.
Heh,
pretty amazing to be something, at least…
—  Mae Borowski, ‘Night in the Woods’
Please keep my school in your thoughts

As many of you know Hurricane Matthew is heading towards the coast of Florida, and sadly that’s where my school is located. My school, house, and friends all live one block away from the beach.

My band room holds many instruments, our brand new uniforms, and all of Satellite’s music. Some of our doors have huge gaps between the door and floor. Our auditorium has many holes in the roof.

Most of the residents of the school live on the beachside surrounded by the ocean and other bodies of water. Many evacuated, but still some are still there.

Hurricane Matthew is a category 4 hurricane with winds of 140mph. The ocean may swell up to 11 ft.

Please keep my school and band program in your thoughts or prayers at this time, because many are scared that my little town might be wiped off the map. Due to the storm and expected power losses I may not be posting for a while.

All my love.

I get it. This won’t stop till I die. But when I die, I want it to hurt. When my friends leave, when I have to let go, when this entire town is wiped off the map, I want it to hurt. Bad. I want to lose, I want to get beaten up. I want to hold on until I’m thrown off and everything ends. And you know what? Until that happens, I want to hope again. And I want it to hurt because that means it meant something. It means I’m… something, at least. It’s pretty amazing to be something.
—  Mae Borowski -Night In The Woods

anonymous asked:

Whats your favorite first levels in the Sonic games?

1. Mania’s Green Hill (Okay, I know the game isn’t out yet, but we’ve seen a lot of what it’s version of Green Hill has to offer, and I am so hopelessly in love with it. The progression from the lake to the mountains, the callbacks to the Master System iteration, the new tricks and twists… it’s all looking to be an excellent start for what I can only imagine will be an excellent game. Talk about breathing new life into a familiar location.)

2. Angel Island (One of the most memorable beginnings to a Sonic game, and one that shows just how far Robotnik is willing to go in order to wipe your ass off the map.)

3. Emerald Coast (Perfect to mess around in. And much like the other levels in the same game, you get a real sense of progressing through an actual environment, as evidenced by starting from the resort area and finishing near the middle of the ocean.)

4. Neo Green Hill (A unique mix of hilly/seaside and urban elements that you don’t often see.)

5. Leaf Forest (Advance 2 was my first Sonic game, so this was the first zone I ever experienced for myself. A fine introduction to the series, I’d say.

6.  Palmtree Panic (Pretty basic for Sonic standards, but the Past has a really cool prehistoric atmosphere, and it’s Good and Bad Futures do a great job at introducing the bigger meat to this game’s plot.)

7. Sonic 1′s Green Hill (It may have had many imitations by this point, but that doesn’t stop it from being a fantastic beginning for the world of Sonic the Hedgehog, from both an aesthetic and gameplay perspective.)

8. Tropical Resort (A very interesting setting, good atmosphere that ushers you in to the game’s theme park motif, and complimented with hilarious announcements from good ol’ Doc Egg.)

9. Green Grove (Lots of nostalgia for this one, and even if it looks like another Green Hill at first glance, it has a mountainous/cliffside aspect that makes it stand out.)

10. Sand Oasis (The level itself suffers from the usual Secret Rings gameplay, but the Arabian desert backdrop makes it stand out for a first level at least, and it’s very nice to look at.)

(Honorable mention will probably go to Sonic Forces’ City That Got Fucked Up By Lord and Master Ivo Robotnik, but we don’t know if that’s the actual first level yet. And I’m going to assume that’s not the actual name of the level either.)

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Protesters In Keokuk, Iowa Rallying Against The Dakota Access Pipeline

Author’s Note: I sincerely wish these people all the luck in the world.  I cannot tell you how depressing it was to traverse down those familiar county roads suddenly dug up and completely unfamiliar.  This town especially is one oil spill away from being wiped off the map entirely.  And that’s not hyperbole.  These small towns in Iowa don’t have the commercial interest that the large cities on the coasts do.  One freak tragedy is all it would take.

Go dance with them.  Show your support.

Cold is the Night

Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter

Sometimes, missions have unforeseen complications.

Steve blew on his hands, rubbing them together briskly as he tried to keep his eyes on the fire. He failed–again–when a rustling noise brought his gaze, once again, to the tent that Peggy was supposed to be sleeping in. He smiled a little, recalling the argument she’d had with Colonel Phillips in order to receive permission to go on the occasional mission with them (“My job, Colonel Phillips, is to assist this effort in any way I can, and that is not going to be fulfilled by waiting here to take flags off a map!”), and the way she’d wiped the smirks off his team’s faces when she’d taken Dugan’s beer and downed it before slamming it back on the table and asking sweetly if there were any more questions.

Colonel Phillips had taken Steve aside before they left, saying he was holding Steve personally responsible for getting Peggy back in one piece if she was fool enough to go into the field. He thought there might have even been a hint of a smile on the older man’s face when Steve replied, “All due respect, sir, but if it comes to that, it’s more likely she’ll be the reason any of us come back in one piece.”

Now if he could just figure out a way to deal with her being there in the moments where they weren’t being sprayed with bullets. It all got a lot less straightforward out here without fighting; any moment where he might have wanted to try to kiss her back at base was amplified in the firelight and stillness of the chilly forest. It was fine, more or less, when the other guys were still around, laughing and joking and making Steve shake his head at the absolute lack of censorship around a lady, but once they were all snoring and he was on watch and alone with his thoughts, it took every ounce of willpower he had to stay out of Peggy’s tent.

As if to drive the point home, the flap of Peggy’s tent suddenly opened, and Steve froze.  Her head became visible soon after, and she squinted at him for a moment before shuffling out, keeping a blanket wrapped around herself tightly.

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anonymous asked:

YEAH, OK, BUT GET THIS. PEOPLE ACTIVELY DISLIKED/BLAMED ME. LIKE HUN, IF I COULD ACTUALLY WIPE THIS SHITHOLE OFF THE MAP, I WOULD, BUT I CAN'T. SO STOP TORMENTING ME AHHHHHHHHH -J

AAAAAAA SRRY DONT SMITE ME

@drunktxt

What in Davy Jones’ locker did ye just bark at me, ye scurvy bilgerat? I’ll have ye know I be the meanest cutthroat on the seven seas, and I’ve led numerous raids on fishing villages, and led my minions to glory! I be trained in hit-and-run pillaging and be the deadliest with a pistol of all the captains on the high seas. Ye be nothing to me but another source o’ swag. I’ll have yer guts for garters and keel haul ye like never been done before, hear me true. You think ye can hide behind your newfangled computing device? Think twice on that, scallywag. As we parley I be contacting my secret network o’ pirates across the sea and yer port is being tracked right now so ye better prepare for the typhoon, weevil. The kind o’ monsoon that’ll wipe ye off the map. You’re sharkbait, fool. I can sail anywhere, in any waters, and can kill ye in o’er seven hundred ways, and that be just with me hook and fist. Not only do I be top o’ the line with a cutlass, but I have an entire pirate fleet at my beck and call and I’ll damned sure use it all to wipe yer arse off o’ the world, ye dog. If only ye had had the foresight to know what devilish wrath your jibe was about to incur, ye might have belayed the comment. But ye couldn’t, ye didn’t, and now ye’ll pay the ultimate toll, you buffoon. I’ll shit fury all over ye and ye’ll drown in the depths o’ it. @drunktxt food now, lad.

BLOCK HER SHES TRASH

platinumdragon  asked:

hey, do you know if there's a good torrent of 'Beach Boys' around?

there used to be one on kickass but it looks like it might’ve been lost when the .cr domain got wiped off the map… so unfortunately i don’t think so? :’/ (if anyone else knows hmu)

you can download directly from kissasian if you have an account there, though. that’s something, at least, if you just want to have it on your computer.