yes i'm actually reading this


“…It’s great when they do appreciate what you do, and no matter what you do there will be some people out there that do appreciate it. But frankly, those that don’t, it doesn’t matter if it’s your own personal enjoyment. You gotta take what you have, and you gotta, like, appreciate it for what it is and you gotta let it grow inside you for the personal growth that it is and not for everyone else.”

An important message and one that I think a lot of people need to listen to and understand (x)

when you wake up remembering that you’re supposed to remember something but you don’t remember what it is that you’re supposed to remember


save him. 

Theon led the way up the stairs. I have climbed these steps a thousand times before. As a boy he would run up; descending, he would take the steps three at a time, leaping. Once he leapt right into Old Nan and knocked her to the floor. That earned him the worst thrashing he ever had at Winterfell, though it was almost tender compared to the beatings his brothers used to give him back on Pyke. He and Robb had fought many a heroic battle on these steps, slashing at one another with wooden swords. Good training, that; it brought home how hard it was to fight your way up a spiral stair against determined opposition. Ser Rodrik liked to say that one good man could hold a hundred, fighting down.
That was long ago, though. They were all dead now. Jory, old Ser Rodrik, Lord Eddard, Harwin and Hullen, Cayn and Desmond and Fat Tom, Alyn with his dreams of knighthood, Mikken who had given him his first real sword. Even Old Nan, like as not.
And Robb. Robb who had been more a brother to Theon than any son born of Balon Greyjoy’s loins. Murdered at the Red Wedding, butchered by the Freys. I should have been with him. Where was I? I should have died with him.

A Dance with Dragons by George R. R. Martin (Theon, p592)

(or: friendly reminder this shit happened whether some people like it or not) (throbb is canon bye)

qapleulia  asked:

fav tpoh page?

bruh… you’re gonna make me think back through almost 300 pages alright

i kind of like this page. the panels and the movements feel really cinematic? and it’s a really cool effect *also showcasing click being the Most and also rgb’s rapid-fire planning skills. it’s a neat panel

honorable mention to these panels tho:

because i literally only just now noticed that its scissors breaking up the panels and i think that’s the neatest thing

ask me my favorite

Submission: Agent Peggy and the Case of the Bestest Friends

Peggy was playing with her doll friend Sally. Thomas let her sometimes when he was busy with something else. And apparently he was.

“Let it go!” Angie shouted at him.

“No! I wanna play with it!”

“I had it first!”

“But action figures are for boys!”

And Peggy watched with widened eyes as Angie’s fist flew through the air and hit Thomas’s nose forcefully. Thomas fell backwards, nose beginning to bleed. He began to shout for Mr. Washington.

He didn’t cry, Peggy noticed, which was strange because she knew she would be crying. Now that she thought about it, she had never seen Thomas cry. She guessed Thomas didn’t like to cry.

Good. She would add that to her secret spy notebook. She took it out, and drew a picture of Thomas. Next to it she drew a picture of a tear drop with an X through it.

“Whatcha drawin’, Peg?” John asked, coming up behind her.

“Nuffin’!” she said, quickly closing her secret spy notebook. John shrugged and sat down next to her.

“I think Angelica is getting in trouble,” he informed her. Peggy looked up to survey the room. (She learned the word “survey” from Hercules, and she liked it a lot; it sounded like a spy word.) She saw that Mr. Washington was talking to Angelica sternly. She was standing with her arms folded, a pout on her face.

“He started it!” Peggy heard her say.

She surveyed some more, and saw that Thomas was sitting next to James, who was holding a box of tissues. Thomas had one held up to his nose, and his head tipped back.

Keep reading


I. Cold, so cold we are

We’ll spread mayhem until the end  of them. 

Nothing, not even death can tear us apart.



The Importance of the First Mission

Natsu acknowledged the Importance of the snow globe being from Alzack and Bisca’s first mission

Like how he kept the mission request from his and Lucy’s first mission.

I’M GONNA FIND WHOEVER’S RESPONSIBLE FOR PUTTING MARK IN A WHITE V-NECK SHIRT AND I’M GONNA offer them cake, cause my God that shit is gorgeous, 10/10 would play again


Happy 34th Birthday, Sebastian Stan! | August 13th, 1982 ♡

I’mma rant in the tags. Please ignore me.

I’ve been feeling really shitty recently because I haven’t felt like I’ve been able to rep at all so and I don’t always feel like I’m doing a good job at that so I just want all my followers, mutual, everyone to know:

hey fellow nonbinary girls, boys, and people. good job, you’re doing great. you look exactly how a non binary person is supposed to look. you’re valid if you’re not pale and skinny with a colorful undercut. your dark skin is just as valid. your thin brows are shaped right. you’re not too short or too tall. if you wear a binder that’s perfectly fine. wearing a bra or padding on your chest or hips is also accurate to a nb person.

and to my fellow trans boys, your long hair is still boys hair. if you wear lipstick and eyeliner that’s the correct way to be a boy. if you wear gym shorts and sports tee shirts and jerseys, that’s the correct way to be a boy. if you like wearing bikinis tops and bottoms, that’s a boys swimsuit because you own it. your favorite dress is a boys dress because it belongs to you and you are a boy. and if you wear shorts and polos that’s correct too. you’re handsome, you’re beautiful and cute, you’re doing it right.

and trans girls. you’re a girl even if you’re not skinny. you’re a girl even if you’re big boned and have broad shoulders. you’re a girl if you have large muscles. you’re a girl if you’re lean muscle and lanky. you have the perfect girl’s body. your voice is the perfect regardless of its pitch. you’re wearing the right clothes, I pinky promise. you don’t need to wear makeup, or have stereotypically “feminine” clothing to be a girl, you already are a girl!

hey my agender friends. nice! don’t pay attention to those people who say you’re a girl or boy that day because you’re wearing what society sees as masculine or feminine clothing. wear that crop top because that’s clothing for an agender person. so are those 4 inch gold glittered high heels. and so are boxer and bras and so are jeans and shorts.

genderfluid people. you can use whatever pronouns you want anytime. you can switch pronouns when your gender starts to change. you can keep the same ones regardless of the gender you feel at the moment. your clothes don’t have to “designate” the gender you feel that day. some genderfluid people “feel cis” if their gender changes to the one were told they were at birth. and that’s okay.

you are a girl
you are a boy
you are nonbinary
you are agender
you are genderfluid

you’re doing your gender absolutely the right way. I’d you feel multiple genders at once you’re amazing. if you have no gender that’s valid no matter what. you’re doing great. you are representing your gender exactly as you should. you’re representation is amazing and perfect for you.
if you prefer stereotyped activities,
if you go to pride events or if you don’t
if you want top surgery or don’t
if you’re Jewish, Muslim, Christian, Buddhist
if you’re Columbian, Japanese, Canadian, Indian, Native American
if you’re gay, straight, bi, pan, ace

you’re valid.

when people mess up your pronouns you’re vaild. you’re even valid if you mess up your own pronouns. you’re valid even if someone’s never heard of your pronouns.

you’re not “basically straight” if you’re a gay trans boy or girl. you’re not “actually gay” if you’re a straight trans boy or girl. nonbinary bi kids are still bi. I know there’s the whole “sga” going around, but listen. you’re in charge or your orientation and, even if it’s fluid, it’s right, you’re right. if you’ve got a squish on someone or a crush. if you’re in a romantic relationship or a queer platonic one, you’re doing it right.

you’re valid if your gender or sexual orientation comes from your depression or your BPD or your ASD or a traumatic experience. it’s all valid no matter what.

you’re. I’m just.
I’m so proud of you. you’re all so cute and good. you’re doing good. more than good. you’re just doing so great.
you’re doing your gender right. it’s correct.
you are presenting the right way.
your way of being your gender will be different from someone else and that’s good too. I’m so happy for you. because you’re good, you’re brilliant and reverent and. you give me hope and courage to be me. I hope I can do the same for you.


Book: Outlander
Author: Diana Gabaldon
Pages: 896
Genre: Adult Historical Fiction
Rating:  ★★★★★ (4.5/5)


The year is 1945. Claire Randall, a former combat nurse, is just back from the war and reunited with her husband on a second honeymoon when she walks through a standing stone in one of the ancient circles that dot the British Isles. Suddenly she is a Sassenach—an “outlander”—in a Scotland torn by war and raiding border clans in the year of Our Lord…1743.
Hurled back in time by forces she cannot understand, Claire is catapulted into the intrigues of lairds and spies that may threaten her life, and shatter her heart. For here James Fraser, a gallant young Scots warrior, shows her a love so absolute that Claire becomes a woman torn between fidelity and desire—and between two vastly different men in two irreconcilable lives.

My Thoughts:

This is going to be a short review because let’s face it, no one wants to hear me gush (I feel like gush isn’t even a strong enough word for this situation) about Outlander all day. Let me preface this by saying that I’ve been obsessed with Outlander before even reading it. I started to watch the show at the request of a friend and from that day forward I’ve been a mess. If I’m completely honest, I was actually really nervous to read the book because I’m just so in love with the show; I was worried that the book would some how ruin that for me. I’m happy to say that it didn’t, in fact it may have fueled my fangirl heart even more. So you must be wondering, “Jess, if you loved it so much, why would you only give it a four and half stars?” Well my friends let me tell you. I generously knocked off a half a start for three reasons. 1.) There was a scene, I think it was chapter 24, that pretty much infuriated me. I get what was happening, and I loved the scene in the show, but no means no and stop means stop. 2.) At times the book seemed to really drag on. I mean I loved it at times, because the world the Diana builds is so captivating, but I just wanted to yell, “Give me the good stuff!” 3.) I felt like the romance was lacking, especially in comparison to the show. Towards the end it started to pick up and I started to swoon but it didn’t hit me as much as it did in the show. Also the love scenes were so fade to black! I was not expecting that, especially for something labeled as a “bodice ripper.” Please do not let those three point sway you from not giving the book a chance, because it’s really good and I’m so happy to have read it. Also, please do yourself a favor and watch the show, it’s honestly the best thing on TV right now, possibly ever. 

In all seriousness though, this is a fantastic series filled with wonderful characters, enchanting writing, rich history and a heart stopping romance. Please just go read/watch it! 


Dude I have only ever liked 5 things on The Accursed Distraction Website™ (tumblr) and 3 of them were your pictures

The senpai noticed me???

@ushirohesagaru (I’m kind of scared to tag this tho)