yeah life is unfair like that

anonymous asked:

so.. whos the top?

the one w the top score in Mario Kart is me, yes. It’s completely biased tho cause she’s never played video games and i’ve clearly been in a cave my whole life addicted to games growing up so yeah it’s a bit unfair But she beat me a couple of times so shes had the top score on those instances. you know, that being said, who cares who has high scores, we all know it’s about that time stamp on who can actually complete the lap the fastest i mean that’s all i really care about. sometimes 1st place is luck but those time scores are what actually counts. And we have to also play the same character cause i can’t have her playing bowser and me playing toad and thinking that’s fair like bowsers karts don’t have the same ease of handling and toad has those special boosts so i try to be as fair as i can and we both play the same character and the same kart but really what this means is i’m a petty bitch who will easily use a character as an excuse for a loss so this is a way to check myself and wreck myself cause on that other hand if i win i’m a sore winner and all this really comes down to is we’re both the top u do the math

Hiraeth | Pt.2

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[!] Contains mature and graphic content, mentions of blood + death. 

Words: 7,694.

Genre: Zombie apocalypse au, angst.

Summary: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.

A/N: Inspired by The Last of Us. 

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*”can” as in is allowed and totally not stopped by bday gift with hidden feature

Because Steve, life is just unfair like that.

It was meant as a quick doodle and I made a mistake with using wrong outliner that bleed after contact with water >.< Also broke my sort of rule to not have petvengers talk, instead showing everything in lil drawings. But yeah, whatever.

wafflewhooore  asked:

Favorite movies of the paladins to watch with their s/o

so i was supposed to finish this last night but then dakota was sweet :((( oh yeah and if anyone was wondering after last night sharks may have two (2) dicks but dont worry they most likely only use one at a time (scientists dont watch sharks have sex often so we don’t know for sure)


  • chick flicks with his s/o
  • you guys shipping characters and then getting excited when they interact
  • getting mad over the guys’ bad choices
  • “babe we are a much better couple”
  • you guys make these movies so much deeper then they have to be
  • “but he only liked her because she got prettier!”
  • “idk man but all i can say is Legally Blonde was better”
  • “legally blonde surpasses all of these movies tHAT’S AN UNFAIR COMPARISON”
  • he’s also watch disney movies with you
  • you guys analyze those as well


  • action movies!!!
  • he always roots for the good guys like always
  • probably predicts a fight before it happens
  • “yeah he’s not gonna win”
  • anyway he comes for the action, stays for the plot
  • not like he’s telling anyone that though


  • kind of open to most genres
  • he does however enjoy mystery movies
  • but like to ease stress he likes to watch family friendly movies
  • like “cheaper by the dozen”
  • soft smiles and lots of cuddling
  • would probably also watch a documentary
  • he’s a very interested person ok


  • thriller/psychological/mystery
  • She likes to think and thrillers usually make you think
  • if it was a movie and not an anime, i’d say she loved erased
  • she likes to test how smart she is like WHO is the killer
  • WHO are they running from
  • not really into gore though
  • stuff like Gone Girl (hAVEN’T WATCHED IT YET But based off what ive read about the book)
  • “inception was just weird”
  • “no, katie sweetie it made no fucking sense.”


  • family/comedy
  • (okay but imagine movie night being you guys watching the food network!!!! i love the food network!!!! cooking shows bro!!!!! anyway)
  • disney movies!!!!
  • Moana would probably make him tear up me too hunk
  • Also, the Aristocats, 101 Dalmations, the ORIGINALS
  • he finds them calming and also fun
  • he cant stand pidges movies he always walks right out of the room when she starts one

Ok but like it’s an unspoken thing in the Harry Potter fandom that Umbridge is practically everyone’s least favorite character because everyday people can connect her abusive personality to someone in their life. like that’s true but then why do people glorify Snape so much? He was just as abusive and mean and unfair to his students. He insulted Hermione’s intelligence and physical appearance, and was so intimidating that he became Neville’s worst fear. So yeah @ snape apologists, if you’re going to hate on umbridge, you’re a hypocrite for not disliking snape for the exact same reasons

REQUEST: Sick Week [DedSec/Reader]

Originally posted by thectossystem

Lol, I’ll try not to get sick. No guarantees though. The weather in New York suddenly got cooler, and I tend to get sick with the radical changes in temperature/weather conditions. It sucks. :P I tried to treat all the characters as equals… but I am very biased and uninspired for some of these. I won’t lie. 

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991. After the war, Harry and Ron ask the Hogwarts school board to forbid students from bringing in their own brooms for Quidditch matches (to keep the richer families from buying an advantage with more powerful brooms) unless they have valid excuses like medical reasons. In exchange for giving all the Hogwarts Quidditch teams high quality brooms to use for matches and practice, Harry and Ron offer to help advertise the broom companies by being seasonal spokesmen for their ads.

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Love Story // j.j

A/N: obviously based on the Taylor Swift song lol but I thought this idea was cute :)


Trouble seems to have a way of finding Y/N, trouble generally in the form the Southside Serpents. Well, more specifically, trouble with the name of Jughead Jones.

Y/N father is the leader of a gang rival to the Serpents, which usually meant that someone at some point in time is trying to use her to get to her dad.

Jughead Jones is not one of these people.

She had been raised on the idea that anyone affiliated with the Serpents is not to be trusted, that no one who is a part of them will do her any good.

But then she meets him.

It’s sophomore year by the time the two actually speak to each other, each knowing who the other is but being warned by their parents to never give them a second glance.

Jughead breaks the warning first.

“Y/N right?” He asks, standing next to her locker. “I’m J-”

“I know exactly who you are,” she hisses, slamming her locker shut and walking away from him.

“Hey!” Jughead calls, walking briskly down the hall to catch up with her. “Look, I can bet you’ve been told the same things I was as a kid about me and about my family but I don’t want to live like that anymore. I’m done with my dad and all of that. I think we could actually be really good friends.”

Y/N stops, spinning on her heel to face him.

“Friends?” She asks, titling her head slightly. “What makes you say that?”

“We’re similar, like really similar,” he shrugs, “just a feeling. I think we’d get along really well.”

“Well, I’m willing to test that theory, if you want,” she says, the words coming out of her mouth before she can even think them all the way through.

Jughead’s face brightens.

“Really?” He asks, shocked. “That would be awesome.”

She smiles finally, adjusting a strap on her bag.

“One thing though,” she says, “my dad can’t know.”

“Yeah well, neither can mine,” Jughead replies, “so I guess we’re in the same boat.”

“I guess we are.”

“Pops after school?” Jughead asks. “I’ve got a booth in the back room he’ll let us use. No one will be able to see us there.”

“I’ll see you there,” she smirks, walking into her class and leaving Jughead to walk to his own with a bright smile adorning his face.

Jughead’s right, the two of them become fast friends, talking like they’ve known each other their entire lives, and, in a sense, they have.

The secrecy and the sneaking around only makes it more enticing for them to be together, no matter the warnings running through each of their heads. It only takes about six weeks for it to happen.

Y/N breaks the warning first.

“Juggie I’m scared,” she whispers, her head resting on his lap as they sit on the roof of the drive in projection booth.

“What? Why?” Jughead asks, looking down at her. “Did someone say something to you?”

“No it’s not that it’s just…” she takes a deep breath, locking eyes with him, “I really like you, Juggie, I’ve never felt this way for someone before and it scares me.”

“Do you mean like me as i-”

“Yeah,” she cuts him off, even the thought of the words being spoken scaring her, “it’s scary enough that I’ve never felt this before but then you take into account everything with our dads and that just…adds about ten more levels of fear.”

“You don’t need to be scared,” he whispers, brushing some hair off of her forehead, “not about that, not about anything, I’ll protect you.”


“I like you too, Y/N,” he says casually, like there really isn’t anything to be afraid of, “and I don’t care what our parents have to say about it, it’s my life, not my dads. I don’t approve of what he does so why should he have a say in what I do?”

“Rebel with a cause,” Y/N murmurs, smiling.

“You’re the best cause,” Jughead replies, leaning down and brushing his lips across her forehead.

It takes another three weeks before Jughead asks Y/N if he can tell his friends about them, and another week of reassurance that they won’t tell anyone and that they don’t care about what her dad does, after all, they know about his dad and are still friends with him.

She finally agrees, and Jughead is correct once again. His friends don’t care in the slightest that her and Jughead’s dad hate each other, in fact, they seem to find it even more sweet that the two of them are together despite it.

“It’s like a real life Romeo and Juliet story!” Veronica sequels, clasping her hands together.

“You do know they both died in the end, right?” Y/N points out.

“Yeah, and so did like all of their closest friends,” Jughead adds.

Veronica rolls her eyes, shrugging.

“Still, you know what I mean.”

Six months after the first day they spoke, no one else has found out about the two, until-

The pebbles hitting Y/N’s window draws her attention away from her textbook. She pulls back the curtain, eyes widening at the image of her boyfriend standing below her window in the dimming sunlight.

“Jughead!” She calls quietly out of the window after she opens it. “What the hell are you doing? My dad will kill you if he sees that you’re here, and that’s not an exaggeration.”

“I need to talk to you,” Jughead replies, “like, now.”

She nods, telling him to wait. Fortunately for the pair, Y/N’s parents are out of the house. She practically runs down the stairs, opening the front door.

“My parents aren’t home, we can talk here,” she says, motioning him to come inside.

She leads him through the kitchen and into the living room, sitting on the couch as he does the same.

“What’s going on, Jug?”

“Joaquin knows,” Jughead replies vaguely, fiddling with his hands.

“Kevin’s boyfriend?” Y/N asks, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion. “Knows what?”

“Knows about us,” Jughead clarifies, “and he’s not just Kevin’s boyfriend.”

“What do you mean?”

“He works with my dad,” he whispers, “he’s a Serpent.”

Y/N breath catches in her throat, she swallows heavily.

“How’d he find out?” She asks.

“Kevin, I guess,” Jughead shrugs, “he told me that they were talking and it just slipped out. All he said was your name and Joaquin knows who you are. Honestly, I’m surprised Kevin kept it from him this long, usually he blabs about stuff minutes after they happen i-”

Jughead stops as he looks at Y/N, noticing how worried she looks.

“You don’t think he’s going to tell, do you?” She whispers.

Jughead pulls her into his side, gently kissing her temple.

“No, I don’t think he will,” he whispers, “I mean, he’s dating the Sheriff’s son, I think that might take precedence over us if that were to ever get out.”

“I’m scared Juggie,” she whispers.

“Hey, what did I tell you?” Jughead rubs her shoulder comfortingly. “I’m going to protect you, protect us, nothing’s going to happen.”

“Why do we have to be who we are?” She asks.

“What do you mean?”

“I want to hold your hand in the hallway Juggie I want…I want us to at least have to option to act like all those other couples you see but we don’t,” she mumbles, “I can barely even talk to you at school and it sucks.”

Jughead presses a soft kiss to her lips, effectively stopping her rambling.

“Look, I know that it can be hard,” he says quietly, “I know that it’s frustrating and that it’s unfair but this just makes us better. I also know that, at least for me, it means that we’re real, and that we both want this. That we aren’t just doing this to spite our parents or something like that, that we actually care about each other. Because if we didn’t we wouldn’t be putting ourselves through all of this.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” she says, nodding.

“I love you, Y/N,” he says, kissing her head, “these past six months with have made me happier than I have ever felt in my entire life, I’m not giving that up. I’m not giving you up.”

His words cause her heart to skip a beat, this being the first time they had been said out loud between the pair.

“I…” she swallows, happiness bubbling in her stomach, “I love you too, Jug.”

She pulls his lips down on top of hers, one hand holding the back of his neck while the other grips his shirt lightly.

Jughead cups her face in both his hands, feeling her pulse speed up slightly as his finger tips brushed across her neck.

“I love you Juggie,” she repeats in a whisper, a small smile on her face as the two of them pull away, “I don’t want us to be a secret anymore.”

“I’m afraid that cat is already out of the bag,” a voice from the other side of the room makes both the teenagers jump, heads wiping forward the sound.

“Dad!” Y/N exclaims, eye widening like saucers. “I um…I didn’t know you’d be back so soon.”

“Obviously,” her dad replies, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, “Jughead,” he nods once.

“M-Mr. Y/L/N,” Jughead says, swallowing a bit.

“Dad I-I can explain it’s j-” Y/N stutters, stopping when her father holds up a single hand.

“No need,” he says, “Mr. Jones here has already explained everything.”

“Wait, what?” She shakes her head. “I’m confused.”

“Jughead came to me not to long ago,” her father explains, “told me about himself and about his father, about what he’s gone through. Eventually we got around to the topic of you,” he purses his lips for a moment, Y/N’s heart practically beating out of her chest, “I’ve never heard someone talk about another human with as much adoration and…well, and as much love as he talked about you Y/N. And I decided that this feud between me and his father is just that, between me and his father. It should have no effect on the lives you two wish to live, as long as you’re happy. And along as you treat her right, Jones.”

Jughead nods vigorously, her dad cracks a half smile.

“I’ll see you tonight for dinner Y/N,” he says, turning to leave before pausing, “you can stay too if you’d like, Jughead.”

Without waiting for a reply, her dad leaves, the two of teens sitting in silence for a few moments before Y/N speaks.

“You talked to my dad?” She asks.

“Well I um…I ran into him outside Pops one night and it just…we just got to talking. I think he wanted to talk about my dad but uh…I dunno he brought you up and I couldn’t stop myself. I’m sorry.”

“No, no Jug don’t be sorry,” she shakes her head, “I’m glad you did, honestly. I just…I expected him to freak out, that’s all. He just surprised me,” she pushes her hair behind her ear, “did you really talk about me like that?”

Jughead blushes, ducking his head down as he rubs the back of his neck.

“I only have a few good things in my life Y/N,” he says, “and you’re probably the best, can’t blame me for how I feel.”

“Aw Juggie,” she whispers, placing a hand on his cheek, “I’m so glad I met you.”

Jughead smiles, pulling her in for a kiss.

“You know what this means, right?” He asks quietly, lips hovering above hers. “Now that your dad knows and is seemingly okay with it?”

“Care to enlighten me?” She asks, rubbing her thumb over his jaw line.

“We don’t have to be a secret anymore,” he says, kissing her softly again, “not if you don’t want us to be.”

“What about your dad?” Y/N asks, swallowing, “aren’t you scared that he’ll do something?”

“I don’t care about what my dad thinks,” Jughead replies, shaking his head, “he has no say in what I do, none. I’m living my life my way, and he knows that. We don’t have to be a secret anymore baby,” he smiles, “just say yes.”

“Yes, yes,” she smiles back, “oh my god yes.”

She presses her lips to his, hands cupping his face.

“I love you Juggie,” she whispers, “as much as I hate what my dad does, it lead me to you and for that I am eternally grateful.”

“You’re such a sap,” Jughead smiles, shaking his head, “I love you too.”

“Hold my hand in the hall tomorrow?”

“Nothing would bring me more joy,” Jughead replies, “might even kiss you too.”

“Oh really?” She smirks. “I might enjoy that.”

“Just say yes.”


tbh as much as it pisses us off candy is a very realistic reaction for lucifer. he has ptsd from killing uriel and just had to relive that over and over again in hell, in the shape of lux, so yeah of course he runs away for a bit. how could he have been able to stand being there right after reliving that shit?

he thinks what he and chloe have isn’t real and is HEARTBROKEN. he’s in PAIN, lads. like. i’ve been there and i can tell you, he is projecting and rebounding so hard and that happens fairly often when you have lost the love of your life, even if you’re the one that’s in the wrong. it’s not even on purpose and it’s horrible and unfair, but sometimes you look for someone in other people bc you think you can’t have them. she’s only going to be in one episode and i BET YOU that he is going to look at her and see chloe, he’s gonna wish she was chloe, and in the end i’m sure whatever causes her to leave will be cause it’s obvious he’s in love with chloe.

chloe is going to have lost a lot of trust because of this, no doubt. she is gonna be pissed and hurt!! and she should be! she has NO context at all. she doesn’t know he died for her, she doesn’t know he had to relive killing his own brother, she doesn’t know that the only reason he isn’t with her is cause he’s so convinced their love is a pawn. you know the only way he can fully gain her trust back? he has to show her his true face!! she has to know and accept the truth. that’s CLEARLY where they’re leading, and it’s something they have been pushing at all season. and i hope it happens sooner rather than later.

First Impressions (Part 7)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)

Word Count: 1541

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

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A few days later you and Sebastian were out grabbing lunch, things seemingly back to normal between you two. The only difference now was that instead of flirting or heavy conversation, you treated him like you would any other friend.

You ordered your sandwich at the deli and stood back with Seb while you to waited on your order. Suddenly, he grunted and shoved his phone in his pocket before he muttered, “Son of a bitch.”

“You okay?” you asked.

“Yeah….I guess…”

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I haven’t written Nursey/Ransom yet! Hope this works.

It’s the eve of graduation and Nursey can’t sleep.

Not because it’s a big day for everyone tomorrow. Not because of regrets, or unfinished poetry, or unwon championships.

Because tomorrow he’ll be helping Rans and the guys load up their stuff, and then moving his own stuff into the attic, along with Dex.

And that attic is gonna feel hella weird without Ransom there.

Nursey hasn’t been able to wrap his brain around that image – an attic that’s home to him and Dex, but one where Ransom doesn’t come up the stairs to convene a D-men meeting. An attic he can’t escape to when he really needs to jam to some tunes, where he can sprawl out on Holster’s bed and spread his arms behind his head and just enjoy being in the company of someone who gets it.

How’s it gonna feel like home without Ransom there? Nursey hasn’t got a fucking clue.

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G. Pike/Kima(/Allura) or O. Pike/Keyleth

pikeleth + the stars or space

aka the Vox Machina Are A Bunch Of Spacers And Pike Is Real Gay AU

“So you’re Grog’s sister!”

Pike stares up––and up, and up––at the beaming redhead. “Yeah. Yeah, I am. I’m Pike.”

The redhead offers a hand, shaking Pike’s enthusiastically. The drink in her other hand sloshes over the rim of her cup, foamy brown and splattered across the already-grimy floor of the backwater dive. “Keyleth! It’s great to meet you! Grog talks about you all the time.”

“Good things I hope?” she asks, a little teasing, and the redhead––Keyleth––smiles, almost wistful.

“Yeah. He really likes you.”

“Aw, yeah. That’s Grog.”

Keyleth shifts her drink to the other hand, looks around the bar. “So, um. Are you looking for him?”

“Well, yeah.”



“Yeah.” She hesitates, then tilts her head to the back corner where a motley group of spacers sit crowded around a table too small for the lot of them. “Um, you had better come sit down. There’s uh, a lot to talk about.”

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Support Group for People Unfairly Maligned in Historical Fiction

Edward II: Greetings, everyone!  I’m Edward of Caernarfon, as you probably all know - do feel free to call me Ned - and I’m your moderator for this, the second meeting of all of us unfortunate historical folks maligned in fiction of the twenty-first century.  We’re here to share our pain, and to share the sillinesses perpetuated about us written hundreds of years after our deaths.  I’ll get us started.  As well as all the unfair and wildly untrue things about me I shared at our last meeting, there’s some new stuff.  According to one novelist, I react to things by ‘snivelling’ and am a coward who runs away from the battlefield of Bannockburn and is too afraid to fight, even though in reality I had to be dragged protesting from the field and fought 'like a lioness deprived of her cubs’ right in the thick of battle.

Piers Gaveston: Pretty damn sure I never saw you snivel, Ned.  I bet the terribly heterosexual manly hero Roger Mortimer doesn’t 'snivel’ in that novel, eh?

Edward II: Damn right, he doesn’t.  That same novel also accuses me of cowardice because I don’t beat up my wife, which was a real lolwut?? moment, I tell you.

Margaret Beaufort: May I have the floor, Ned?  I, apparently, am a religious maniac with a weirdly anachronistic Joan of Arc fetish - why? I mean, why?! - which I have to talk about every five minutes.  I mysteriously forget that I’m the countess of Richmond all the time.  But worst of all by far, I’m meant to have had Edward IV’s two sons murdered in the Tower of London so that my own son Henry Tudor could become king.  Because obviously I knew that Richard III’s son would conveniently die young a few months later and clear the path to the throne, and I could stroll in and out of the most fortified and well-guarded stronghold in the country and murder two princes without anyone noticing.  Yup.  Invisible Superwoman, that’s me.

Edward II: That’s awful, Margaret!  You mean people are willing to accuse you of the cold-blooded murder of children when there isn’t the tiniest shred of evidence whatsoever?

Margaret Beaufort: Indeed there are, plenty of them.  There are also people on modern social media who call me a 'snake’ and express a wish that I’d died in childbirth and my son with me.  I was thirteen at the time.  Yes, there really are people out there who wish a thirteen-year-old had suffered a painful death in childbirth.  It seems that they forget we were human beings with feelings too.

George, duke of Clarence: Hey, everyone!  Talking about blatant ways of making us appear really unlikeable and horrible, I’d like to protest at the way novelists in the twenty-first century portray me as this ridiculously one-dimensional alcoholic wife-beater.  That’s all there ever was to me, apparently.  Alcoholism.  And wife-beating.  I never even laid a finger on Isabel!

Henry VII: There’s this one novel where my mother Margaret Beaufort - who just hasn’t been maligned enough, apparently - tells me to rape my fiancée Elizabeth of York before we marry to make sure that she can become pregnant.  If she can’t, I’m to marry her sister Cecily instead.  Still trying to figure that one out - am I supposed to go through all the sisters until I find one who gets pregnant and then marry her?  Just so darn weird.

Elizabeth of York: Wait, let me see that one!  Oh yeah, I remember now, the novel where I spend half the time mooning over my lost uncle Richard III, who I was totally in love with, allegedly, and refer to constantly as 'my lover’.  My uncle.  There is not enough eeeewwwww in my vocabulary.

Henry VII: I’m depicted as this pathetic little mummy’s boy half the time.  And I’ve been trying to block the horror of it out of my mind, but there’s another novel that has me - get this, folks - drinking the blood of young men.  Like wuuuuuuh?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: You don’t know what?

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know what I don’t know.  I don’t know anything.  Say anything to me and I’ll reply that I don’t know.

Elizabeth Woodville: Hey, everyone, did you know I’m a witch?  Witch witch witch.  Who makes witchy things happen all the witching time.  Because I’m a witch.  A witchy witch who does lots of witchy things.  On every witchy page of the witchy novel about how I’m a witch.

Anne Neville: I’m getting pretty annoyed with the way I’m almost always depicted as terribly frail, to the point where I faint or collapse about every five minutes.  Yes, I died young, but that doesn’t mean I’d been a permanent invalid all my life, people!  Yeesh, it’d be great to have someone write me as though I had an actual backbone and some personality, instead of as this weak feeble fainting little…thing.

Edward of Lancaster: True, and it’d be nice if someone would acknowledge that you didn’t necessarily spend your entire marriage to me weeping and wailing over Richard of Gloucester.

Anne Neville: I did a little bit at first maybe, just a tiny little bit, but I soon got used to the idea of being queen of England one day.  That was pretty cool.  Something else modern novelists never seem to realise about me is that maybe I had a bit of ambition and quite fancied being a queen!

Edward of Lancaster: Yeah, we kind of got used to being married to each other and didn’t mind it at all, did we?  And you know, it’s so unfair when a throwaway bravado comment you make when you’re still practically a child is then used for the next half a millennium as though it represents the sum total of your personality and is constantly used to present you as a sadistic murderous psychopath.  Modern people, would you like it if someone took one of your sulky adolescent pronouncements as though it’s representative of your entire life and attitudes?

Henry VI: And when one remark by one visitor to England, simply reporting a rumour he had heard that I supposedly said that my son Edward was fathered by the Holy Ghost, is taken that my son absolutely must have been fathered by someone else other than me.  As though my wife Margaret of Anjou isn’t maligned enough!

Margaret of Anjou: Oh, you mean I actually have a name?  Like seriously?  I thought I was just called 'the bad queen’.  Voice dripping with sarcasm here.

Elizabeth of York: I don’t know.

Edward II: Afraid we’re running out of time and will have to wrap this up now, folks!  Hope you all feel somewhat better after getting this rubbish off your chests, and take care until the next meeting of the Support Group for People Maligned in Historical Fiction!  Goodnight!

- Kathryn Warner from her blog (excepts about the Wars of The Roses historical fiction)

in his heart of hearts

written for @bellamyspirate for Bellarke Secret Santa 2016

beta’d by the lovely @missemarissa

“Guardsman Blake.” Captain Miller falls into step beside him on his way to home from his post on Sunday evening. “There’s been a change in assignments.”

Bellamy stops walking and steps to the side of the corridor, turning to face his superior. “Sir?”

“You have been reassigned to Medical, effective tomorrow morning.” Captain Miller pulls a keycard out from his pocket and holds it out. “Same hours, just a different location.”

Bellamy takes the card with a frown. “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

Since graduating from his guard training, his post had been monitoring the youth rec center. It wasn’t the most glamorous position, but sometimes one of the kids would play the piano in the corner of the room, and he always liked to listen to the music. He was in no position to argue with his commanding officer, but he wasn’t too keen on spending all his shifts with sick people.

“On the contrary, actually.” Captain Miller steps closer and lowers his voice. “Councilwoman Griffin requested you specifically.”


Abigail Griffin was as close to Ark royalty as you could get without being the Chancellor. She had a seat on the council, was the Chief of Surgery, and her husband was the engineer responsible for solving the Ark’s recent oxygen deficit. While Bellamy was sure that Jake Griffin was a genius in his own right, people often forgot that a mechanic from his own Factory Station, Raven Reyes, had a key part in solving the problem.

“Her daughter is a medical apprentice now, and Councilwoman Griffin requested that only the best of our recruits is assigned to her shift.” Captain Miller tells him with a conspiring wink.

Bellamy bristles. Though he appreciates the compliment, this is just the kind of behavior that reminds him that the people from Alpha station are nothing but entitled pricks. What makes Princess Griffin so special that she needs a better guard than anyone else?

Instead of saying any of this, Bellamy nods and pockets the keycard. “I’ll be on my way then, sir.”

“Good man.” Captain Miller claps him on the shoulder. “And Guardsman Blake? Let’s keep that information between us.”

Bellamy smiles tightly. He’s always been good at keeping secrets. [AO3]

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🌻🌞 Hideweek, Day 3: Hero/Wisdom 🌞🌻

“Hey, Kaneki?”
“What do you love more: me or books?”
“Asking for a friend.”

Kaneki laughed and looked up from his place in his new, psychological horror. Hide had a serious look on his face. Kaneki got a little nervous as to why Hide would spring something so out of the blue like that.

“Is this a trick question?”
“It shouldn’t be.”

Kaneki bit his bottom lip softly. “Books–” Kaneki swore he saw a flash of hurt in Hide’s eyes. Before Hide could make a teasing retort, Kaneki raised a hand to silence him.

“–but only because I don’t think I can care about you any more than I already do, which is a lot.”

Hide smiled brightly, eyes crinkled in joy. He nodded, satisfied with Kaneki’s answer, and went back to playing on his DS. Kaneki scoffed in disbelief and put his bookmark on the last page he left off on.

“Hide! You can’t just ask me some loaded question like that and then act like it was nothing!”

Hide shrugged, content smile still plastered on his face. Kaneki threw a crumpled up ball of notebook paper at Hide’s head and missed. Hide chuckled, having noticed it out of the corner of his eyes. Huffing, Kaneki got up from where he sat on Hide’s bedroom floor and went to sit next to his best friend on the bed. Kaneki placed a hand on Hide’s wrist, forcing the blond to look up at him.

“What’s wrong? Why would you ask me something so serious out of nowhere?”

Hide sighed and paused his game. His smile faded into a solemn expression. Kaneki began to worry even more. He gently pried Hide’s DS away from him. Hide took a little bit to answer Kaneki’s question. The silence in the room was almost deafening.

“Remember that fight I got into after school? On Monday?”

Kaneki nodded. Kaneki was being teased and pushed into the gym lockers at school for wearing a withering pair of gym shoes. Not that that was his fault. Aunt Asaoka had refused to buy him a new pair for months despite the fact the shoes were barely pieced together with measly strings and duct tape. Kaneki’s shoes didn’t even fit him anymore; his toes were always bruised by the end of gym because of how tight they were.

The boys responsible for giving Kaneki a hard time made the mistake of trying to start shit with him just as Hide was leaving school to catch up with Kaneki (who was waiting for him). Enraged, Hide didn’t hesitate to swing first, his fist colliding with the ring leader’s face. The ring leader got a bloody nose and screamed, getting up and running away. Hide glared at the other two boys and didn’t even take three steps forward when they too ran away like the cowards they were.

Worried about Hide getting in trouble with the school board, Kaneki dragged them away as quickly as possible. Once they had gotten to Hide’s house, Kaneki got the first aid kit out for Hide’s swollen knuckles and patched him up amongst sobs and apologies. Hide only smiled and hugged him, saying it was no big deal and that Kaneki was such a worry wart.

“…Yeah. What about it?”
“Do you get mad at me when I get into fights like that for you?”

“No. I just… I get worried for you. I don’t like it when you get hurt. I appreciate you standing up for me, I really do. But if it means you getting in trouble, or– god forbid– you seriously hurting yourself, I’d rather just take the bullshit.”

“But Kaneki, that’s bullshit.” Hide said, frowning.

Kaneki sighed and nodded. It was unfair. But so was life. Kaneki could take the pain if it meant Hide being okay. Hide was worth it. Kaneki leaned his head on Hide’s shoulder, and Hide seemed to understand what Kaneki was thinking. Hide leaned his head down on Kaneki’s to show him that.

“Hide? I still don’t get why you asked me what you did. It didn’t have anything to do with what happened on Monday, so what gives?”

“Oh, haha! That’s cause it wasn’t related at all! I just wanted to know if you loved me more than your precious books.”

Kaneki snapped his head out from under Hide’s, totally flabbergasted, as Hide smiled sweetly at him before bursting into a fit of laughter. The stupefied expression on Kaneki’s face was too much for Hide to take. Blushing in embarrassment, Kaneki pouted and pinched Hide’s tear stained cheeks.

“You worried me, you fucking asshole!”

“I’m so– hahaha!– sorry, my dude! I swear– pfffff!– I am!” Hide apologized in between wheezes.

Kaneki crossed his arms and huffed in mild annoyance. Hide still had giggle fits in between periods of calming down, but once he had, he patted Kaneki’s knee with an apologetic smile on his face. Kaneki forgave him instantly.

“I really am sorry, man. I didn’t mean to freak you out like that.”
“I know…”

“Hey, how about we compromise? You try not to feel guilty over me doing what any good friend would do to help, and I’ll try not to be so gung ho. Deal?”

Kaneki nodded and bumped Hide’s shoulder with his own. “Deal.”

“Good, cause I’m kind of proud of being your knight in shining armor~”

“My hero.” Kaneki said with a smile, rolling his eyes playfully. Kaneki then blinked and looked at Hide with raised eyebrows, his smile turning into a frown.

“Wait a second. Did you just call me a damsel in distress?”

anonymous asked:

Hi! I've recently began listening to campaign, and just hit episode 66. I have Von Willibrands, which stops my blood from clotting as well, I just wanted to say how great it is to hear that someone else has something similar to me (that I'm not related to, since it's genetic). I have other chronic health problems as well, and I just wanted to say thank you for existing! I've always been scared of growing older, and it's really cool to know that you've managed to exist and keep your hobbies.

Oh man! So uh. I don’t get on tumblr a ton, and I have a backlog of asks to get through so sorry if I haven’t gotten to yours, but I saw this one and was all SAME HAT!!! excited to answer it. 

Hey! Yeah. I have bunches of health junk. Uh. The VW REALLY sucked as a teen, and is less of a problem now that I’m an adult and my body’s stabilized a bit in its habits so I can manage it and not be anemic all the time. Uh. I have other stuff too, and had something like 12 CAT scans before I got to college. The biggest frustration now is the chronic pain from my migraines, but that’s something that I haven’t given up hope on making a bit more livable.

I don’t know how old you are, or what your deal is, but I do know that when I was 14, I hit a period where it all felt like A LOT. I’d recently been diagnosed with depression, and my school was making me see a very bad therapist, the effects of VW were exhausting on top of the depression fatigue, I’ve had these migraines since I was Tamlin’s age, and my stomach ulcers were acting up again due to stress from the behavioral stuff that got the school to notice the depression in the first place. I remember yelling at this teacher about it one day; about the general unfairness of things, and how I didn’t appreciate the added fears that came with different aspects of my health stuff, and how I was scared I was going to die young or grow old and in pain and how effort felt pointless. that sort of thing. 

She handled it SO WELL. Well for me at least. She basically said “Well life isn’t fair, suck it the fuck up if there’s stuff you like at all, because people die constantly for any old reason” Which was embarrassing and like ‘oh yeah duh’ and the more important lesson that didn’t fully sink in yet “And no one comes out of life unscarred, you’re just getting your first ones early.” Like uh. Yeesh. I wish that weren’t true. But she was an immigrant talking to the daughter of an immigrant. She knew the sort of life a woman like me was going to have, and heh. I’m 29 now. My health stuff is definitely not the worst of what’s happened to me. But I do have a tough as hell skin. 

I recently reconnected with her, and we compared some of our scars, and laughed about a bunch of life that’s gone by, and mostly talked about the things we really like and are excited to keep doing. I dunno. I look forward to aging into a hobbled, complainy grump. It means I’ll have gotten to do a lot more stuff, despite whatever challenges.

And fear’s totally ok too! Fear only sucks if you let it control your actions instead of help regulate them. It’s a good tool for clarifying what you want, and moving towards your goals safely. Anywozzle. Much love to you. I hope you get to do what you want to do! 

anonymous asked:

hey I've never given a prompt before so I hope I'm doing it right, but I love your writing so I couldn't pass up on the opportunity :) "thanks for last night" "anything for you" no powers au?

behold, you are receiving a Stony no-powers au, where they’re both in their twenties.

Whenever Tony woke up in an unfamiliar place, it never ended well. The first time, it had been in some girl’s room from high school and he’d been chased out naked by her father and a baseball bat. Once, he’d woken up in a club the morning after partying and had had to pay all of the open tabs. His father had really liked that one.

At least this time it didn’t seem like he’d have to pay for anything. Or have to clean up any of his own bodily fluids–the bathtub he was in appeared to be clean. Oh, and he was in a bathtub because apparently fuck neck muscles, and oh my god he was hungover. He needed a drink.

Tony groaned and sat up, cracking his neck. He looked around the bathroom. It was tiny, out-of-date, and had no decoration other than a sketch of the city on the wall. It looked like an average apartment bathroom.

Suddenly, Tony heard some clanking from the kitchen. Was someone…making him breakfast? Coffee? Probably coffee; making breakfast for the guy passed out in your bathtub wasn’t a very common practice. 

Tony sighed. Time for the awkward ‘morning-after’ talk. Well, a version of it. Tony was fairly sure this wasn’t actually a one-night-stand, but more likely that someone took pity on his drunk ass and dumped him in the bathroom so he wouldn’t freeze to death in awful New York winter weather. Either way, it was probably time for him to walk-of-shame his way home.

After a minute of preparing himself to stand up while very, very hungover, Tony grunted and heaved himself to his feet with mild success. He paused for a second, making sure he wouldn’t throw up, then stepped out of the bathtub.

Well, he tried to. His foot caught on the edge of the tub and he ended up in a profanity-spewing heap on the floor. 

As he fell (and made a very loud thump), he heard a large crash from the kitchen, probably indicating that he had just scared the shit out of the owner of the apartment. To be honest, he didn’t really care.

Tony groaned and rolled over onto his back. The pounding in his head had seemed to double. This was officially the worst. 

Someone knocked on the door. “Tony?” a voice asked, unsure.

Tony froze. He knew that voice. “Steve?”

“Yeah?” Steve answered, sounding even more unsure.

Tony heaved himself to his feet and opened the door. Sure enough, Steve was on the other side, in pajama pants and a tank top because life was unfair. “Uh, hi.”

“Hi.” Steve said back, and his grin was bright enough it made Tony’s head hurt more.

Tony drummed his fingers on the door frame. “So…I’m in your apartment.”

Steve chuckled. “Yeah, you are Got any idea how you got here?”

“Not even an inkling. Oh my god, do I smell pancakes?”

“You do.” Steve confirmed, turning and leading him to the kitchen. Tony eagerly followed. “So, would you like a play-by-play, or just a general summary?”

Tony shrugged and sat down at a kitchen table covered in newspapers and drawings. It was very obvious that Steve had just shoved everything onto one side so Tony would have somewhere to sit. Tony watched as he put two pancakes on a plate before handing it to Tony with a cup of coffee. Tony could have kissed him right then and there.

“Do whatever you want, you made me food.” Tony said, stabbing a pancake and taking the biggest bite he could out of it.

Steve laughed and perched on his kitchen counter with his plate, since he had no room left on the table. It gave Tony a nice opportunity to appreciate his arms.

“Well, in short, you drunk-called me.”

Tony froze mid-bite. “What?”

“Yeah, it went about as well as you’d think. You started singing to me at one point, actually.”

Tony tried to think back. “Sexyback?”

Steve nodded. “Yep. You’re quite the drunk singer.”

Tony nodded. This, he already knew. “Then what?”

“You proceeded to tell everyone in the bar you loved them, offered to pay all of their tabs, and that’s about when I decided to come pick you up.”

Tony winced. So he had ended up losing money. “Great.”

Steve grinned. “I actually managed to talk the bartender out of that one. She was nice.”

“Impressive. And appreciated.”

“Yeah, I’m making you buy me a Netflix account for it.”

Tony laughed; that sounded much more like Steve. “Fair enough. Is that it?”

Steve nodded. “Pretty much. That’s all I know, but that was also at two in the morning.”

Tony nodded; that probably meant something had gone wrong that he’d find out about in a week. He got up and started to wash off his plate, trying to ignore the surprised look on Steve’s face. It was the least he could do for Steve saving him from his stupid drunken self, after all. 

“What time is it?” he asked, more to distract himself than get the information.

“About ten. I don’t have work today, so you can hang out here if you want.” Steve answered, getting up to wash the rest of the dishes.

Tony smiled. That actually sounded pretty nice. He hadn’t hung out with Steve in a while. Hell, he hadn’t even seen him in at least a month. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

“Not at all.” Steve responded, turning his back to Tony to clean up.

There was a minute of silence, just filled by the sounds of washing dishes. Tony felt like he should say something to fill it. He hated silence, even when it didn’t feel awkward. 

“Thanks.” he blurted, making Steve pause and turn around.

“You’re welcome?” he asked, confused.

“I mean–thanks, for last night.

Steve smiled that stupid perfect American smile. “Anything for you.

Tony honestly had no response to that, so he went for changing the subject. “Come on, let’s go get you some Netflix, Mr. Technology-is-Evil.”

Steve gave him a look and flicked water at him. “Fine, but we’re watching Pocahontas first.”

Tony grinned. He could definitely work with that. It was about damn time Steve got Netflix, anyway.

More importantly, it was about damn time Tony introduced him to a wonderful little thing called Netflix and chill.

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Gaius, Asugi, and Their Nickname-Giving in the Japanese... Or Lack Thereof

So Gaius and Asugi love to give everyone nicknames. It has to be one of the easiest things to identify them by.

But what nicknames do they give everyone in the Japanese version?

…None. They don’t give a single nickname to anyone.

They just greet everybody like any regular ol’ person would.

Whether or not the character change was a good or a bad thing is totally up to each individual opinion… it changes up the original script in many ways, but it helps to add a little bit more to make them stand out in a large cast of characters.

Here’s some examples showing the Japanese vs the localization…

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anonymous asked:

Hi Libby, How are you? Just wanting to request a Drabble from your prompt list please - 24 & 30 seem like they might fit well together? But either would be good! 🙂 Was excited to see you requesting prompts again because you're a great writer and I loved the Drabble you wrote from a request for me last year (sorry that I didn't thank you at the time 😔). Thanks ❤️

Hi love!!
First of all, this message is incredibly lovely and it made my week! I’m so glad you enjoy my drabbles. I’m sorry I stopped, I’m trying to write a full length Zaim fic and it’s incredibly time consuming. :P
Second of all, sorry for the delay, such a lovely message deserved more than a tiny drabble so of course I used both prompts and got carried away and ended up with a 3.7k angsty monster of a mini fic. What is brevity again? Anyways, here it is! Hope you like it!
The prompts were “Please don’t leave me behind” and “We always have a choice”. Part of it is under the cut.


Zayn was used to making difficult decisions. He was no stranger to putting himself in complicated situations, or, alternatively, being thrown to the fire by forces beyond his control. Life was always kind of a bitch to him but that was not the point, his mind rambled while he walked down the hallway toward his destination. The point was that he should have had this particular decision under control. Only he didn’t. He really didn’t. He was basically shaking as he marched on and his heart was beating so hard it was a miracle it couldn’t be heard echoing on the walls. This University building should feel like home already to him but it still felt foreign and way too big, way too pompous. The tall ceilings, the fancy décor, the huge windows facing the beautiful campus gardens still felt like too much, like part of a world he didn’t belong in.

However, that wasn’t the source of his nerves. The source was the man behind the door he was two steps from reaching. He knew he didn’t have to do this. He knew the chance of something good coming out of what he was about to do were slim, practically null, but he was nothing if not a glutton for punishment. Always the drama queen, like his mother used to say. Ugh. He gathered whatever courage he had left and took a moment to fill his lungs with crisp morning air before knocking.

“Come in,” he could hear from the other side. Fuck. That voice made him shiver, made him close his eyes and doubt his resolve, all in a second. Running away like a scared child felt like such a temping option it took all of his strength to actually grab the doorknob and turn it.

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Cara: So… I saw you. Like, with Seb…
Brynn: …before or after that Opaline helped you to throw up even your soul?
Cara: Oh, you saw that.
Brynn: Yeah, let’s say that your screaming at everyone that bumped into you didn’t help much keeping it a secret….
Cara: Yeah well… he’s acting weird. Like he’s always home, and if he goes out it’s never with Maple but with his friends and he comes back home either high or drunk babbling about how life is unfair and that he needs a change, and-…
Brynn: Why are you telling me exactly?

She knew Cara better than anyone else. Her relationships with her family were horrible, she barely spoke of them if it wasn’t compulsory… everyone she really had were Brynn, Maddox and Delilah. If she was telling such things about Sebastian, it wasn’t by accident. 

Cara: …cause somehow, your name always pops up.