*starts thinking about how aa4 implied that klavier went on hiatus from being a prosecutor due to feeling guilty over getting phoenix disbarred because he could tell there was something else going on but was too scared to question his brother about it and only returned because apollo was able to do something he was never able to do which was stand up to kristoph and seek out the truth and klavier wound up admiring him so much that not only did he help him with literally every case they did together but he also completely gave up his successful musical career so that he could spend more time with apollo and all of this seemed to be leading up to a “you saved me once yet don’t even know it so i’d like to save you too” dynamic ala phoenix and edgeworth circa aa 1 yet all of it was completely forgotten about aa5 onwards and they act like aa4 never happened and apparently the two aren’t even friends and now apollo’s in a different country too*


Anonymous asked for dean stealing cookies and either fluff or smut.  It wound up being fluffy. My smutmaker is on vacation. 

Originally posted by vantitudes

“Who stole the cookies from the cookie jar”, Dean hummed, as he snatched three more chewy chocolate chips that YN had made that morning.

That made almost a full dozen since the first handful was taken and YN was none the wiser.

“I stole the cookies from the cookie jar,” he continued to sing smugly.

YN was finishing up the daily chores around the bunker when she decided she could use a reward for all her hard work and the idea of the fresh, chewy, chocolate chip cookies and a glass of chilled milk would be optimum.  She made her way towards the kitchen when she heard Dean’s muffled voice singing and she stopped dead in her tracks as he stuffed a cookie into his mouth.

“Dean Winchester, I swear to Chuck if you ate all those cookies, you’re not gettin’ any nookie from me.”

Crumbs fell from his lips as he turned a bright shade of red and his freckles stood out like little beacons of mischief,

“No nookie, no cookie?”

“No nookie, no cookie.” YN snatched the last cookie from the jar and waved in front of his face, “Lucky for you, there’s a cookie left.”

“NOOKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Dean fist pumped the air.

“Idiot,” YN grumbled and poured herself a glass of milk.

“I never said now, Winchester.”

anonymous asked:

How do you think Mackie (or at least your fic Mackie) feels about the Weibo/panda/gym rat fuckboy selfie/sexting China ordeal?

he is the living epitome of popcorn.gif

do I think Mackie texted Seb to make fun of him for sexting Beijing and they wound up playing dick pic chicken? 

yes I absolutely think that happened.

so we already know, right, we already have this:

When Seb’s phone dings, he gets some kind of sixth fucking sense about who and what it’s gonna be before he even thumbs open the lock screen.

He’s not wrong.

Why are you painting your abs on, kid, Mackie says, just right to the point as ever, and Seb frowns at himself in the gym mirror, twists sideways slightly to see what he looks like from a three-quarters angle.

shut up, he texts back, knowing as he does it that it’s only gonna escalate the situation, and half an hour later when he’s using his thumb to tug the elastic band of his underwear down so low it’s just not quite obscene, he thinks, what did you really expect.

If anyone asks, this isn’t why he did it.

but here’s the other side of that conversation:

 It’s all over twitter when Mackie gets the chance to look, and all he can do for a minute or two is laugh, kind of disbelieving, because: what the fuck, Sebastian.

Why are you painting your abs on, kid, he types out, knowing immediately that it will get under Seb’s skin like nothing else.

shut up, Seb says, and Mackie rolls his eyes, sees how the three dots are flashing at the bottom of the screen. Seb keeps typing something else and then pausing, like he’s thinking about what to say, maybe, and Mackie takes pity on him, taps out a reply.

No, really. You need some validation? Need me to tell you you’re looking good, or something? Don’t you have Xavier Dolan for that now?

It’s mean, really. When he scrolls through the rest of Seb’s screenshotted Weibo adventures, waiting for him to stop choking on his own tongue long enough to reply, he can’t help but be weirdly charmed by it the way he always is. The duality of goddamn man, that’s Sebastian Stan. Trying his best with shirtless pictures and still falling immediately into weird, dorky sweetness as soon as he opens his mouth.

you know I value your opinion the most, Seb gets out eventually, a response so carefully neutral Mackie can only imagine how long he’s agonized over it. 

Well, he says. In that case.

you’re just jealous of these biceps, tell me you’re not

You look good, man. I’m not saying you don’t. You wanna make it a thirst trap, though, it could probably use a little more work.

Seb’s always been a quick learner. By the time he’s pushing his sweatpants down, sending Mackie a shot of the groove of muscle along his hipbone, the barest suggestion of dick, Mackie thinks he should probably just give the fuck in and call him already.

anyways somebody give me ‘we both come from political legacy families and your father/mother/uncle is running against my father/etc. for state and we used to hang out as kids at all these fancy boring events but i haven’t seen you for years and totally didn’t recognise you when we wound up sitting next to each other on a flight back from europe and let’s just say we joined the mile high club and – wait, is that driver for you ?? that’s YOUR last name on the placard ?? well fuck’ !!

anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering if you could pray for me? i don't have a lot of religious friends and so no one really prays for me.. there is lot going on in my life.. my boyfriend and i broke up a year ago, but see each other almost every day and it still hurts that i will always love him more than he loves me ; one of my best friends killed himself and i miss him; my father is potentially cheating on my mother with other women and it's tearing our family apart. please friend, speak to god about me

Hi friend,

Sending up so many prayers for you. I’m so sorry. Lean into Him. Trust Him. Know that He loves you. Know that I love you. 

“He heals the brokenhearted
   and binds up their wounds.” - Psalm 147:3

All my love,


anonymous asked:

Strip search 😉

Levi hated his job, and to be fair, he was sure everyone else hated him having his job too.

He wasn’t sure how he wound up with a TSA job, but he couldn’t seem to find another one. So, he was stuck with searching through people’s bags, and of course the occasional dreaded strip search. Levi hated doing it, people hated going through it, it was a lose-lose scenario. But rules were rules, and Levi had the misfortune of being assigned random people to pat down and possibly strip search.

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Thoughts at 3am

Mystic has been my rock.. I always came home because I had a reason to come home.. he was that reason.

Now that reason will be gone and I am contemplating my wanderlust

Before he got sick, we traveled the world together, nowhere was too far, nothing was out of reach… we snuck into Australia, we went to Haiti, we wound up in Duluth MN for a girl with really pretty eyes….

But these last few years, he hasnt been able to travel, or be by himself.

I didn’t even realize how long it’s been, it felt like just yesterday we were jetsetting around…

I didn’t even miss it at all because I had some great memories… and I was so happy to just sit in my chair and hold him :) 

I am, above all else, a man of simple pleasures… and nothing ever made me happier than sitting in my chair with him!

But now, now I am starting to wonder… the new quarter starts next week…. I used to go to class and come home as soon as I could because of him… now… I have no reason to.

I could fuck off for days and as long as I made it back by class time, who the fuck cares? I could run away to a study abroad program for a year or 10, and who gives a shit? 

I do not feel anything yet… no need to explore, no feeling of cagedness like I used to, no excitement…

I feel nothing but him in my arms as I type this, a feeling I love and have loved for over half my life. 

But these next few days, these next few weeks…. I know that I will feel a rollercoaster of emotions and I will be torn a thousand ways and nothing will be the same. 

I think back to Sally, how I took care of her day in and day out and what it was like that night she died. I woke up that morning excited, happy, we were going to finally start getting the ball rolling on getting married, and the docs were really hopefull and excited that the new meds would help with the MS. She was even speaking better. For weeks and months, I did everything from wash her, to help her eat, dress her, to even learning how to brush her teeth and hair. 

And that night she was gone. 

I adjusted fast. I went into autopilot mode. I got out of bed, did my stuff, came home, laid down with mystic… sometimes I slept, often I didn’t. I was angry, and that anger filled the void that she had occupied. 

With mystic, I wonder what will fill the void… because I’m not angry…. I will be sad, I will be hurt, I will miss him so very much, but I know with time, well, time fills voids. 

I know that I should go see my mother. I might drive out there for a long weekend. I haven’t seen her in years. 

I can do that now.

I will also take down the cameras in my room. I won’t need them anymore.

I will put all of his stuffed animals and toys in a box…. I will keep them… Maybe some day I can get pass them on or throw them away, but not for a while. The box will be fine. 

I will have to remove the reminders from my phone, morning meds, afternoon meds, night meds, fluids, reminders to buy food and litter, spreadsheets to track the stuff, barcode scanners to track what foods he liked and didn’t like, catnip puzzles and treats all over for him to explore and find, tunnels for him to play in behind the desks and behind the couch. 

I’ll finally be able to close the window and blinds. He hated them being closed because he loved to sit on the ledge and look out and feel the clean air.

When Sally passed away, it was easy. I grabbed mystic, I flew back to the united states, and I left everything behind. We lived in a house her mother owned, Sally had lived there 8 years prior to me moving in, my 2 years amounted to nothing much, but her family took care of it all… it’s what they wanted, it was for the best. 

I ended up back in the states, and taking care of dad soon after.

I’ll be 40 this year, life has a nasty habit of repeating itself. 

I think when you have had the experiences I have had, it warps you in some ways. For me, I treated every day as if there was no tomorrow. Too many times, there wasn’t one. How many nights did I go to bed thinking everything was fine, only to be woken in the middle of the night, handed a box and said “you’re moving in with ___, pack what you can and get out?” Fuck… way too many times. How many times did I lose friends while deployed? They were there that morning, but gone that day. How many times did I start a shift thinking it was a nice day, only to have to deal with situations that ripped my heart out … from child suicides to parents OD’ing with little kids running around, or spending 45 mins cutting open the wreck of a van because you can hear a kid crying, but … we were too slow. That day that I woke up and knew Sarah was gone. That night that I lost Sally and they told me they were sorry, they didn’t understand what happened, no one understood, … I didn’t understand either. I just felt angry. 

Thats why with Mystic, it didn’t matter if i had homework, or wanted to go and do ____… i hugged him, I kissed him, I held him. Cause I didn’t know if I’d get a tomorrow, I just knew there were a finite number of them and I made each one count. And I took pics, and I shared with friends all over the world stories of his shenanigans and I made the most of it. 

I have no regrets. :) I just wish it could have lasted another 20+ years. 

And now, now I have to figure out what I’m going to do with the next 20+ years without him… 


anonymous asked:

Petition appeal follow-up: so the verdict was they wouldn't accept my appeal because I was doing "unsatisfactory " before the deadline. I wound up getting an f in the class & haven't told anyone. I'm so confused and must do well this term to get back up to a 3.0. I'm mortified and I'm not even sure who I am. I feel so odd, and to top it off in not even sure I want to be a bio major anymore, or what I'm going to do with my life.

Hello again, beautiful! I’m so sorry to hear this, I was hoping your petition would be granted :(

First and foremost, I can understand that this setback has you a bit rattled. You wanted to do really well, and getting an F can not only be embarrassing, it can also really knock you for six. If you haven’t done so already, it might be a good idea to just allow yourself to be upset about this. Cry, yell, confide in a close friend or a parent and work through your emotions. Even though it sounds a bit cookie-cutter, failure is a part of life. We all fail. But working through your emotions and realising you want to do better is already a step in the right direction - you’re going to get through this.

Secondly, confide in your student advisor about how you’re feeling right now. If you really don’t like your major - and that was the reason you were doing badly in the class in the first place - perhaps it might be better for you to switch majors or see if there is a way you can re-take this subject with a different teacher.

Have a really big hug. Don’t forget - you’re amazing and you can do this! xxx

am i the only one who remembers the time when Hugh Jackman starred as the lead in the movie about a billionaire British rat that wound up in the sewers and got caught up in an underground rat mafia and fell in love with a kickass redhead rat and it was a musical with singing slugs at each convenient turn in the plot?

this morning I woke up with stomach cramps so bad I couldn’t stand up straight and wound up going to urgent care just to be told it’s probably stress and over acid production.

missing my first day of classes after I promised myself I wouldn’t miss anymore is not helping with the stress.

“Is this 03 or Brotherhood?”, the definitive guide

I know a lot of people have trouble telling the two FMA anime apart, and I’ve noticed an increase in confusion lately, so I thought I’d make a post to help clear it up! I’ll go over some telltale differences between the two styles, in order of ease. For images, Brotherhood will be on the left, and 03 on the right.

1. Al’s armor

If Al is present in an image, he’s the quickest way to tell the difference between the two series. 03 Al is fairly greenish in hue, and his face looks similar to the early stages of the manga, with a very rectangular chin. Brotherhood Al is much greyer, a little shinier, perhaps a bit bulkier, and his face is more angular with a curvier chin, giving him something of a permanent >:( face. His toes curve up in Brotherhood, but not in 03. Also, since the fight with Buccaneer never happened in 03, if Al’s ponytail is short, it’s definitely Brotherhood!

2. Characters who appear in one series but not the other

This is something of a no-brainer, but it’s worth mentioning. Look at what characters are present in the image. Anyone who appears after the Dublith arc in the manga/Brotherhood would not be in 03. Conversely, characters such as Dante, Lujon, Archer, the Tringham brothers, and Leo don’t appear in Brotherhood.

3. The women

While this doesn’t necessarily apply to every screencap, women in 03 tend to have somewhat defined lips, while they don’t usually in Brotherhood (with the exception of Olivier, who wouldn’t be in 03 anyway). This is especially true of promotional art, as opposed to screencaps.

4. The chain

(Running in the shadooooows~)

On every Amestrian military uniform, there’s a rope chain on the right shoulder, which also attaches to the front of the breast. In 03, the bit connecting the chain to the front of the uniform is braided, while in Brotherhood, that portion is a single cord.

5. Colors + general vague feeling

Colors can sometimes be used to tell the difference, if the lighting is standard. Colors in Brotherhood are fairly muted, but not too dark, and generally stick to shades of red, blue, yellow, black, white, and brown. They might almost be described as pastel, at least compared to 03. While colors in 03 are usually more saturated than Brotherhood, they’re also a lot darker, and not nearly as coordinated in hue. Also, 03 characters in general tend to have something of a youthful look to them, compared to Brotherhood, and noses are usually longer and pointier than in Brotherhood.

6. Specific character differences

Certain characters have notably different looks between series. If these characters appear in a screencap, you can look to them for clues. Some examples:

  • Ed: His hair is darker and more orange in 03. He also wears the same outfit throughout most of it, while his alternate outfits from Brotherhood don’t appear. His face shape also pretty much stays the same in 03, while in Brotherhood he matures physically towards the end of the series.
  • Al: His human form in 03 has noticeably darker, more brown hair than Ed, whereas in Brotherhood there’s really very little difference between the two. Shamballa Al is also very distinct: Long hair in a ponytail, basically dresses like Ed. Post-Promised Day Brotherhood Al looks older than Shamballa Al, and has short hair.
  • Winry: Her “work outfit” in 03 had a pink bandana and light purple pants. In Brotherhood, the bandana is green, and her pants are tan.
  • Rose: Had dark skin and pink bangs in 03, while in Brotherhood, her skin is light and her bangs are more of an auburn color. She also appeared much more in 03.
  • Scar: 03 Scar looked way younger, and had no cheekbones. Brotherhood Scar has cheekbones and could crush 03 Scar’s teen vogue looking ass with his bare hands.
  • Bradley: Brotherhood Bradley has wrinkles on his forehead, and a very defined nose. 03 Bradley has a more empty face, and also usually a darker skin tone. Brotherhood Bradley also looks a lot more pissed off compared to 03 Bradley, most of the time.
  • Greed: In 03, Greed’s shield form is dark blue with red eyes. In Brotherhood, it’s grey with black eyes. His undershirt is also dark blue in 03, while it’s dark red in Brotherhood. Also, obviously, Greeling does not appear in 03.
  • Kimblee: Brotherhood Kimblee is a suave ass motherfucker with the best fashion sense in the entire series. 03 Kimblee has this absolutely terrible circa 1980s Rachel Summers-esque braid/buzz cut combo that makes me want to cry every time I look at it.

The internet is roasting Donald Trump over his Trumpcare failure

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I want Keith and Pidge to bond over how hard it is to deal with people (x)


Bioware has the worst fandom hands down lol

3 bisexual romances
2 gay romances
1 lesbian romance
2 hetero romances


yes ignore the 3 bisexual romances you’re not happy with and profile characters based on their looks who ‘should’ have been gay.

Also they can change their mind about the sexuality of their characters because its THEIR CHARACTER. You werent promised nothing.

ALSO can i get a mother fucking shout out to all the POCs in this game? Everyone is too wound up with their entitlement and 'lack of representation of sexuality’ that they forgot the POCs in the game. Like holy hell, the hyperion alone has more people of color in a single area than ive seen in the entirety of most games. Also yeah the character creation is weak but the diversity of the faces are stellar! Who cares if your character isnt a super model, the fact that you can make a believable asian or African american person is fantastic to me.

Bioware actually tries to be different but when its not enough: witch hunt.

Ya’ll are babies