yes this is how my brain works

TFP characters as dril tweets
  • Optimus Prime: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT
  • Ratchet: the wise man bowed his head solemnly and spoke: “theres actually zero difference between good & bad things. you imbecile. you fucking moron”
  • Bumblebee: 1st grade: Mastered. 2nd Grade: MAstered. 3rd Grade: Mastered. 4th Grade: Heres when they start trying to trick you 5th Grade:This ones hard
  • Arcee: strongest blade in the world, howeve,r it is so fragile as to shatter when handled by any force other than the delicate touch of a lesbian
  • Bulkhead: i fear my tropical fish no longer respect me after i accidetnally stumbled backwards & smushed my ass hole right up against their $3000 tank
  • Wheeljack: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL
  • Cliffjumper: priest plugs my coffin in at the end of the funeral. “MILLERTIME” lights up in neon on the side, desecrating my corpse & sending me to hell
  • Smokescreen: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. I hoot and holler out of the building while a bunch of losers try to tell me that im dying
  • Ultra Magnus: Blocked. Blocked. Blocked. You are all blocked. None of you are free of sin
  • Jack: yes trolls. unlike you, i have a brain. its called a " JOB "
  • Raf: downloading shit loads of counterfeit papa john coupons through unsecure wifi net works
  • Miko: DAD: i just heard on t he news that teens are taking the "Kick My Ass" challenge. please dont do this ME: you have no power over me, old man
  • Jane Darby: startling how im the only person on this site with an actual human soul. you would think the other guys on here have one, but no
  • Fowler: i enjoy a bit of "Humour" every now and then, but people seriously need to stop tying me to a chair and injecting me with unknown substances
  • Megatron: my followeres, who all hate me, and wish to kick my ass, are nobodys, and they lack the combat training to injure me, because theyre infant
  • Stascream: I just looked up the stats and the number of meaningful relationships ive formed is less than the number of public restrooms ive Screamed in
  • Soundwave: im the guy who airbrushes the nipples out of pro wrestling ads. i make $85k a year. but i have a secret *removs shades to reveal nipple eyes
  • Knockout: I put years of hard work into getting my torture degree at torture college & now everyones like “oh tortures bad” , “its ineffective” fuck off
  • Breakdown: my grave is just a huge tv displaying videos of me doing parkour in hell and it makes all the other graves look like shit
  • Arachnid: i will tell you this right now: I'm from hell. Im highly fucked up. Ive been known to say rude things and watch the carnage unfold brutally
  • Shockwave: i have absolutely zero interest in friendship, i have absolutely zero interest in jokes, i am simply here to collect data and earn respect.
  • Predaking: please bring your rats to the new castle flea market so I may bless/heal them. ill be sitting in a lawn chair wearing a stolen priest outfit
  • Dreadwing: (the trolls watch in astonishment as the milk shake they threw at me flawlessly bounces off of my head wwith minimal pain and mess involved)
  • Unicron: *all horrors begotten by the desire of man flash before eyes* woha! this is awkward *the cries of millions suffering echo* Damn That's Weird

lover-fighter-writer-nerd  asked:

The more i write, the more i realizehow much i love world building and character development. My problem is i cant come up with a good plot to save my life. Any advice?! Please help!

Plot is where I also fall down. I’m not even so much about the world building, I just love characters and how people interact, so I have to actively force myself to write plot.

The way I do it is to break it up into really, really simple things. I think I’ve posted how I structure my novel plans, but this is basically it:

(Sorry for all the blanks, but there’s no way in hell I am letting key plot elements out)

Now, if you’re thinking, but Joy, that’s just a scrap of paper with single descriptor lines numbered together, yes, you’d be correct. I cannot map out plot in any other way, I’ve tried, but this is how my brain apparently works. 

All I know is I need to get from A to Z and I know there are scenes I want to include, so I write the scenes, then fit out where in the alphabet of my novel they fit. I number them, and then I fill in the blanks and connect everything together so that the start, the middle, the catalyst and the resolution all meet up, and then once I have this vague road map of where I’m going, I try and stick to it as much as possible while I write the thing into a whole. Sometimes the plan changes, and that’s okay, but mostly it gives me a sense of direction with where I am going towards something.

I like having my Point of Conflict mapped out clearly, so that I know where I am heading. And I’ll be honest, my plot is not unique. There is a start, a source of conflict, some comedic and romantic relief in between with oodles of world and character development until there is A Not Good Thing Which Causes More Conflict, and then there is The Resolution followed by more Character Stuff.

And that’s it. That is how I write and god help you if you can figure it out because some days I barely can. I guess the point I am making is, your plot doesn’t need to be complex. What’s the theme of your story, how does it start? Write that down as a one liner. What happens next? Write that down.

To give you an idea of how that would look, for most coming of age fantasy novels, it would look like this:

>Be at home on farm. Lament life on farm.
>Visit Market with Friends.
>Get into hijinks which establish Character Dynamics.
>Hear a rumor at market about war, be certain it will never come to you.
>Wake up in middle of night to find farm on fire, the war is here and it has most definitely found you.
>Parents die, run off with pseud-parental figure who seems to know a lot about you.
>Realize adventuring is fucking awful.
>Discover you were adopted and feel confused/betrayed??? 
>Get in fight with dark ancient evil that tells you Things.
>Lose hand as a metaphor for lost innocence.
>Several thousand words later:
>APPARENTLY YOU ARE KING NOW SO GOOD LUCK WITH THAT

And that is…that’s pretty much every popular fantasy story since Tolkein. But it’s the worlds and characters that keep us coming back for more. So your plot? Your plot doesn’t need to be original, there is at this stage, no new ideas. Only interesting and well executed ones, and that’s what you want to aim for. 

So don’t stress over things just yet. Get yourself a vague map, and then see where it takes you. Not everyone knows where they are going when they start out writing. 

“I’ll protect you… no matter what” 

anonymous asked:

Sometimes I think kkmin r just very very close friends & jk acts like me with my eldest sister coz she's smaller & cuter than me so I tend to pinch her cheeks & coo at her like a baby & sometimes I even feel like I'm older coz I'm more mature. But then I remember all the questionable looks & skinship btwn jk & jm & this need for jk to be aroud jm & I'm like: nope nothing platonic there lol I feel like jm's role in jk's life is too big, like he overwhelms him sometimes.

anon hello~~~~

1st and foremost, I’m sincerely sorry for only being able to reply to this now. I’ve been so caught up in my exhausting life that I couldn’t find any time to use tumblr *sob sob* 😢😢

Thank you so much, really, for sharing your thoughts with me. I’m really happy to read asks like yours, and to learn to know how other people perceive our ship. And yes, I totally, entirely, whole-heartedly agree with you 🐥🐰👍👍

Yes, whenever I see a moment that is not very usual between them, I try to force every single cell of my brain to work, find a reason as to why it happened, is there a rational/ platonic explanation for it? etc. Will I do that to my close friends, my cute sister-like younger friends etc. It’s a war 🙈🙈. Most of the time it works, but the other times… it just doesn’t make any sense.

You stated a good point there, skinship. The other day when I was working (yes yes my mind is filled with Jikook/Kookmin all the time I need help, for real ><), it suddenly hit me that Jungkook was caught touching Jimin’s chest for at least more than 5 times already, but did we see him do it with any other member? Not once in my goldfish memory. Maybe he did, I was just to blinded by Jikook/Kookmin to see it, but that’s not our main point here. Let’s just take into consideration how some non-shippers or shippers of other ships saying that Jungkook looks at Jimin with the exact same eyes he uses to look at other hyungs (yeah let’s just *pretend to* ignore the heart eyes for a bit), how we see him backhug the other hyungs too, and how he occasionally slaps the others’ butts; you know, how he touches Jimin’s chest… is really worth paying attention to.

(again, all of the gifs I use below are not mine, I include the links to the original posts of the gif-makers under the gif itself)

  • 1st, why? Why is there a need for him to touch Jimin’s chest, when most of the time there really is no need to? And why the chest, out of all place (shoulder, arm, *whisper* abs)

well actually, it’s not like he hasn’t been caught touching other places I mention, but it’s another story, maybe we’ll talk about it the other time xD

(gifs source: http://chimchiminie13.tumblr.com/post/152987266658/once-not-enough-twice-still-not-satisfied)

Well, only Jungkook can answer tbh…

  • 2nd, how. How he actually touches Jimin’s chest. I mean, you can say that the above examples are just… mere accidents (which I doubt), the other times he actually knows what he is doing, not to mention the fact that he looks like he’s… lost in there, it just engrosses him

(gifs source: http://chimchiminie13.tumblr.com/post/152987266658/once-not-enough-twice-still-not-satisfied)

(gif source: http://jikookdetails.tumblr.com/post/157361954874/suuuuuubtle)

Jimin and Jungkook being touchy is nothing new to talk about tbh, we see it all the time, it’s just there. Sure people can say brothers and close friends being touchy is nothing unusual, with I agree. But then, there are times you just can’t use the brother/close friend excuse…

It still bugs me to this day, how I can’t find any reason as to why Jungkook felt the need to be close to Jimin in A SAUNA, hello~, isn’t it hot there, Jungkook ah~? It’s not like he’s not filmed on camera, and it’s not like there isn’t enough space, and it’s not like Jimin didn’t actually move further away, but no means no, Jungkook doesn’t approve…

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

(please go to the original post to see it clearer)

Satellite jeon is not made up. It’s a thing, search for it if anyone is in doubt.


The thirst seems to be real…

And I talk about it before, but I’ll talk about it over and over again. Just because I still don’t get it.

Originally posted by jibeom

Yes it’s normal to give compliments to your best friends/brothers right. To encourage, support them for the better, sure. But what follows it is what makes you feel… so wrong. Even if you just wanna tease, it sure is a weird way to tease…

갖고싶다 x3, “I want you” x3

Lemme go a bit outside of this. Let’s take Namjoonie for example. You know he’s one of the ones who wanna see Jimin exposing his shoulder in BST too, right?

In this particular video reaction to their own stage, Jungkook and Monie made a fuss about Jimin not revealing his jacket, Monie explained he couldn’t do things like taking off his jacket, that’s why. He also said once while monitoring Jimin’s Lie solo stage at the end of the year, he’d like to be born as a great dancer to know how it feels like. You know it’s natural when someone does sth you can’t, you admire and praise that person. But in Jungkook’s case, it’s just… so hard to understand. If he wanna be sexy like Jimin, or if he wanna take off his jacket like Jimin, he can totally try. Or back to our video above, he can say things like “oh~ what a sexy expression, I wanna have a sexy expression like that too~”, or “I wanna be sexy too”, you know, stuff like that. But no, he went straight up to say he wanted Jimin, JIMIN HIMSELF. The way Jungkook compliments Jimin’s sexiness is really on another level, like no other… I don’t wanna be that shipper, but it really does seem to be in the ‘thirsty’ direction, it’s not just a mere praise… It actually seems to affect him, does sth to him…

Check out all of those compliments in BST era here

🐥🐰🐥🐰

One last thing I feel like talking about is feeling like the mature one that you mentioned. The thing that makes me wonder is that Jungkook doesn’t really act like the mature one to the other hyungs, but Jimin. Sure maybe because Jimin is cute, but it seems more than just that. Thanks to my goldfish memory, I can’t really name a particular moment. But I have the feeling that Jungkook tries to be manly, and tough around Jimin, like he’s a man, not a boy, he’s strong, muscular, capable (can drive while Jimin has no license), he can manhandle Jimin etc., yet he still treats Jimin gently (or not once in a while xD). I dunno how to phrase it so that it’s understandable, so I’ll just say it bluntly. I feel like he wanna be the man for Jimin… *oops, I said it*

Originally posted by tanktoptiger

Again, these are just my thoughts, and I’m a shipper, I can be biased, delusional. Please don’t take everything I said too seriously.

At the end of the day, no one knows for sure what kind of relationship they have, and how they truly feel about each other. But one thing we’re sure, if these things they do are solely platonic, they sure have weird taste and hobbies there.

I’m sure I wanna discuss many things more, but I just can’t remember them at the moment. I hope this still somehow makes up for your long wait, thank you very much for turning to me to share your thoughts. I look forward to talking to you again 🌸🌺💜

Tl;dr non-adhd ppl trying to fix your adhd problem

tadhdfw you try to share your frustration with your lifelong inability to maintain certain personal hygiene habits with someone and they’re all “You just have to think/focus on how important it is for your health and that will be enough to motivate you,”
“Yea that doesn’t work for me”
“Yes it will”
“Nope, it won’t”
“Just try it, it will work”
@$$?&$@$ LADY I’ve been trying it for 30 years! My brain doesn’t accept logic alone as a motivator, especially since I’m at my cap maintaining other important habits like getting to work on time everyday so I can pay the rent or getting to bed on time to be able to get up for said job.
Don’t act like you know how to fix my problem when you don’t even understand what it’s like inside my head.
(Argh!)

Ok. I feel better now.

I hate how people think INFPs are unrealistic, stupid and always late etc.

1. I’m always on work at time  there’s only been a few times when I’ve been late because I overslept.

2. My left and right brain usage is 50/50. Yes, I CAN be unrealistic, BUT that DOESN’T mean I don’t know where to draw the line, I’m not f***ing stupid. I pay attention to the world around me, I know what’s going on!

3. We’re not stupid. Sure we might not be interested in cars or technical stuff, but that doesn’t mean we’re stupid. Yes, we might say things that are “4 trains of thought away” from what someone has said, BUT it ACTUALLY DOES relate. We’re always thinking in our minds and we shift through words/phrases and answers ‘til we find the reply we want. Just because others think in a “straight” line, that doesn’t make our opinion or reply invalid or unrelated, others just can’t see the connection!

(Sorry, I’m just really frustrated with people).

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HERE HAVE A RANDOM SPONTANEOUS VALENTINES DAY FIC???

I was reminiscing with my roommate yesterday over the tumblr boyfriend I had like five years ago, fondly remembering how we’d message each other and hating how we didn’t have a chat feature back then but i digress

anyway I decided to put Derek and Stiles into an online/long distance relationship so have some fluff :D


d-hale: Hey.

star-wolves: Hey! How was your day?

d-hale: Pretty good all things considered. Been a long week.

d-hale: and you? How was class?

star-wolves: ugh, class was class. almost skewered myself on a lacrosse stick AGAIN

d-hale: ???

d-hale: I won’t ask.

star-wolves: But don’t you care about my well being??! DEREK RUDE

d-hale: of course I do

d-hale: But that’s the fifth time you’ve typed those words out to me, which is why I don’t need to ask. 

star-wolves: aw sweet

d-hale: am not

d-hale: change the subject

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cloakedsparrow  asked:

I always wonder whenever I come across someone who ships Jason/Tim, so I just thought I'd actually ask for once: how do you think Bruce would react when he discovered they were in a relationship? I mean, they're not technically related but he does consider them his sons and has adopted them both. Plus, there was the whole time when Jason seemed to hate Tim and even tried to kill him. There's also the possibility of it affecting their vigilantism.

OOF.

A fair but loaded question- and you’ve come to the absolute, most inarticulate person on this hellsite. Buckle up friend, we’re going on this journey of discovery together.

Long post under the cut!

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How did you realize you were ENFP and not ISFJ?

I never felt at home with the idea of an ISXJ typing. It was like a shoe that didn’t fit and when I half-heartedly hopped around it, people looked at me askance for asserting myself as one – especially real ISFJs. I felt a constant sense of not fitting in, of being unsatisfied in conversations with ISFJs, in feeling that others were different from me (and wondering why I didn’t seem to want what they did), and in seeing no one latch onto my ideas whenever I threw them out in public. I brought up uncomfortable truths in casual conversations that ISFJs didn’t seem to want to discuss. And, I changed my mind, my opinions, my politics, my approaches, and my beliefs, far too often and with relative ease.

Ultimately, two friends helped me figure out ENFP.

One of them, an INTJ, noticed that my responses to questions, discussions, and debates were more in line with Te-thinking (action, not pondering) and proposed I might be an ISTJ instead (but comparatively, her Te tap-dances all over mine, so I knew that wasn’t right). She pointed out a large amount of Ne off a written typing test I’d done a year or so ago, and commented I am  fast-acting with information. I grab it, run with it, share it, and compile it without hesitation. This indicated extroversion, since I needed no time to “ponder” anything first. She noticed my reluctance to pass immediate judgment, in favor of exploration first, which to her ruled out INFP/ESTJ.

The other noticed tert-Te in my interactions with people; she said I tend to “intimidate” people and that on livejournal some of our mutual acquaintances were “scared of me” because I had such a strong authoritative and confident TONE. She also said my unusual, challenging way of looking at things was what she first noticed about me. I was never willing to accept anything at face value, and often set out to defy or challenge social norms.

On and off, I had about a two week argument with the second person in which my personality type was the main topic of debate. I argued every which way against her assertion (”I think you’re an ENFP”) with all the Ne-ammo I could come up with but in the end, had to confess that yes, I have more in common thought-wise with Chloe Sullivan than Lana Lang (Smallville).

I felt like a fraud for months. Ne kept making me doubt it, because what if I was just deluding myself and trying to be one of those “unique and misunderstood” N’s? What if my friends were wrong, and the people online who typed me an SFJ were right? What if I failed to consider all the possibilities?

I did not know myself very well at that point, which contributed to my insecurity and confusion; but I have since started to know myself very well. With me, once I allowed myself to consider ENFP… things in my past locked into place. I saw where many of my relationship problems were based in Ne-dom idealism and poor Si (not seeing people for who they are, discounting personal interactions with them, wanting to give everyone the benefit of the doubt). I saw where a lot of my communication problems were Fi-based (my inability to ‘give’ what Fe’s expected from me, which led to them not being sure that I LIKED them).

And, I discovered my struggle against lower Te.

A healthy higher function is “cool with” things that are an immense struggle in someone with that function lower in the stack. I have seen EXFJs get stuck on “but I need to understand this, before I can do it; this system makes no sense, it needs improvement… I cannot go on until we stop and address this” lower Ti, where an IXTP would see that analyzing that is a waste of time; just do it. I have seen EXTJs get stuck on “moral issues” that would not concern a Fi-dom, because the Fi-dom is morally mature enough to see this is not important. I have seen lower Fe’s moralize and shame people for not being polite, whereas a Fe-dom would have the emotional maturity to look at the person and say, “This isn’t like you; please tell me what’s wrong.” I have seen IXFPs lay down harsh “rules” and try to enforce them, where an EXTJ would laugh that off.

My lower Te wreaks havoc with me, all the time. It continually harasses me to be a workaholic, to get things done. It inflicts strict deadlines and unreasonable demands. It won’t let me stop. A higher Te understands you can work on something only so long before you need a break, that you cannot do your best work when you are emotionally and mentally exhausted. I know this on a conscious level, but almost never heed it. Instead of writing one thousand words and calling it a good day, I aim for three or six thousand. I wind up with my brain depleted (staying focused for that long for a Ne-dom is hard), and hate myself for it, but get up the next day and “go back to work,” because lower Te is screaming, “Laying on the couch watching TV is a waste of time.” (Yes, but it may be what I need to do, after exhausting myself?)

I suck at pacing myself. I really do. Classic lower Te problem. :P

I don’t know how to take time off or quit. This is a problem that plagues a lot of EXTJs also, but you can tell it’s lower in me by how DRAINING it is.

Some of your problems, whatever they may be, and some of the things you emphasize the most, are probably lower-function related.

If you are over-emphasizing and/or using an aspect of your stack, to the extent that other people notice how “off balance” it is, that’s a giant screaming clue that you are subconsciously aware of this weakness and taking “extreme” measures to try and wrangle it. Like, the ISFP who gets rid of almost all her clothes in order to “organize” vs the EXTJ who just organizes the closet.

To find your type, you have to be brutally honest with yourself: what functions am I more insecure about and over-using in a poor way? If you can figure that out and see how it correlates to an undeveloped tert/inferior function, any former delusions you had about being a different type will fade away. :P

- ENFP Mod

One Last Ride  (Sam Drake x Reader) Chapter 1: You Promised

I’m starting a new fan fic, will probably get a few chapters?
Story will consist of (fluff, angst, action, drama, nsfw)

I’ve gotten so much inspo from my fav fic writers on here so i thought i’d give it a try. Your feedback would be awesome! comment and like (:


Summary: Nathan Drake calls you for a job he needs help on and could only count on you (besides Sam and Sully of course) to help him on this based on your other jobs together. 



He promised. 

He promised no more dangerous jobs, no more dangerous men shooting at you, no more dangerous lost cities, and no more dangerous treasure hunting that at the end of the day you left with nothing.

But there you go, answering his phone call once again. 

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Stardust

(This plot is based around suicide- please be careful)



So it was late last night and I started thinking about my Best Son Anthony Stark, and how he isn’t Good With Emotion. 


He finds it difficult to tell people he cares, and show others that he loves them. Sometimes even physical touch or people handing him things makes him uncomfortable, so the Avengers moving in proved difficult at the beginning, because… well, he just isn’t used to that much casual camaraderie and contact being thrown around. Totally new ball game. And it scares the shit out of him.


So anyway. The team are all Bonding and Growing Together and stuff, and Tony is just out on a limb, because he doesn’t know how to fucking say that he likes them. He shows it, of course he shows it, that’s the only thing he ever can do well- but then his goddamn mouth just has to run off and say something stupid and they’re right back at square-fucking-one again. He doesn’t know what to do, and he just… he doesn’t feel like one of them. It hurts.


Then there’s a bad mission.


 A… a really bad mission. Something-Wears-Coulson’s-Face-And-Goes-On-A-Murderous-Rampage-Directed-At-Clint type of bad mission.



Clint tries to jump off the roof.



And Tony is suddenly… completely and utterly consumed by how painful that is to think about. How stupidly attached he’s become, not only to the Birdbrain, but the whole damn team. Remembering Clint, sat still and silent on the top of the tower with a half-empty bottle of whatever-the-fuck in his hand and an empty look in his eyes… it haunts him. 


Literally. He can’t sleep. He barely lets Clint out of his sight for weeks after, just in case. The thought plagues him, because he knows, fuck does he know, what it’s like to feel that sort of pain. And he can’t stand the thought of Clint suffering the same.


He feels like he’s doing nothing. Like he’s helpless. So one night of yet more insomnia, he decides to put the ball on his side of the court.


He starts writing.


By the end of the morning, there’s pages and pages of data- Clint’s triggers, his history, his likes and dislikes and his mental state- all cross-referenced with one another and neatly sorted into workable piles. He tells JARVIS to scan the work and track it with Clint’s behaviour; flagging him up in either amber for medium risk, or red for immediate. 


And once he’s done that- why the hell would he stop there?

(Beware the read more, mobile users!)

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A Logical Match

Jim/Spock, Bones, the Enterprise crew

Summary: Jim and Spock have to pretend to be married or risk getting banned from the planet they so desperately need help from. Pre-slash Spirk.

A/N: This is the longest one shot I have ever written and I wrote it in under 24 hours and I hope to god that you will like it.

Other than being my longest one shot to date it’s also my 500th fic on this blog, and I’m also posting it in celebration of James Tiberius Kirk’s (future) birthday, so we’ve got several things to celebrate here! Please enjoy and please consider sending me feedback as it’s always appreciated!

Words: 8 329

In retrospect they could’ve gotten out of the situation very easily. One sentence, one explanation, and everything would have been all set and they wouldn’t have been forced to lie. But as Jim had been standing there, his most respected crew members and rather close friends just behind him, his mouth acted quicker than his brain and he’d ended up blurting out “yes” when the king of a very conservative planet had asked if Spock had been his husband.

“We are receiving a special kind of energy from the two of you which can usually be found among married couples who have been together for a long time,” the king had explained after Jim had choked out a “why” after his first misstep.

Jim hadn’t dared correct himself after that. This planet was conservative, but not in the traditional sense that you usually associated with the time before the 1900’s, Earth time of course. They weren’t against same sex couples or interracial or intergalactical couples. Quite the opposite. But the people didn’t like liars or thieves or immorality or even jokes, and if Jim had told them that he wasn’t actually married to Spock there was a big possibility that they would get angry with him because they’d think he’d disrespected them, and if there was something the crew of the Enterprise needed right now it was their help. So rather than confess that he was a single man, Jim had gone along with it, and seeing as Spock was a logical and intelligent being himself he’d followed his lead.

Jim only allowed himself to look at anyone in his crew once they’d been shown to their rooms and left alone to settle in before dinner.

Coincidentally Spock’s eyes were the first ones his met. “Don’t ask me why I said yes.”

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anonymous asked:

hey uh not to be a lesbian but your minako hcs? pure gold my dude 10/10 cried while reading those

i can’t stop thinking of yuuri coming out so here’s a baby oneshot i prob won’t even edit #lol I imagine Yuuri is 13-14 here because that’s about the time I #Realized


“Again! 5 and 6…5, 6, 7, 8, and-! Fouettes sucked, and all Yuuri wanted to do was collapse onto the cold dance floor. Instead, he did another round each turn with Minako’s claps. She relented after Yuuri’s neck started to hurt from snapping, and he was nearing the mirror from moving. “Good, very good Yuuri. Now let’s do some basic pirouettes. Two with prep, four singles, and two doubles. Ready?” 

“Yes.”

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The right one for me

A rageous Molly storming from the door of 221b baker street.

“What the hell did you do?” Her whole face was red, it only needed smoke out of her ears to complete the cartoon lookalike expresion.

Sherlock -white as a ghost studying his survival chances- looked to her speechless.

“He called and cancelled our date, telling me it won’t work” she laughed weirdly.

“After years of trying he just thinks now it won’t work” she said talking to herself, shaking her head.

Suddenly She closed the distance between them, he had no place to go, pinned to the chair.

“It had to be something to do with you” she said pointing her finger to his chest.

“Tell me what you told him?” She demanded.

“He wanted something real” he gained his voice.
“So I saved his time and told him you’re not the one for him” his voice was steady now.

She looked to him in disbelief.

“Why Sherlock? After everything…why?” She said in low voice, trying to hide her tears, she was heading out of the apartment, believing there’s no point of fighting him.

A hand held her arm and brought her back inside, she gasped in shock, he stood still looking to her eyes, holding her waist tight, seemed like losing his voice again, she could feel the gears working hard inside his brain, his chest going up and down fast.

“I.. I didn’t want Lestrade to get hurt, or me neither, he’s my friend” he said with a shaking voice.

“You’re not the right one for him Molly” before she could argue he continued.

“How could you be when you’re the only right one for me” his voice was deep and velvety, his pupils were almost entirely black, she was caught on his spell.
“Oh” was the only thing she could say.

“yes, oh” he said with his killing smile, leaning down to kiss her for the first time out of his mind palace.

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Here’s my practice tip for the day! Try counting beats or rhythms out loud while you’re playing. You can count big beats, or smaller beats (one and two and three and/one-e-and-a two-e-and-a three-e-and-a etc.) depending on how slowly you’re practicing or how detailed you want to be. Practicing like this forces your brain to work in ways it’s not used to when you normally play your instrument and helps connect your body to the music on a whole new level. Yes, we should all be counting in our heads on a regular basis, but actually getting your mouth and vocal cords to make the words you need to count is a completely different animal.
My dad used to hold books up in front of me and have me read paragraphs out loud while I played my pieces - talk about rubbing your belly and patting your head! 🤣 That exercise is slightly different than counting the beats or rhythms in your music, but it accomplishes one of the same goals - being able to use different parts of your brain independently while you play. It’s a very useful tool to have! (Especially if you want to learn to sing and play violin at the same time - props to those of you who can do this! I’m super impressed👏🏻)
Give it a try when you’re practicing today! If you haven’t tried this before it will probably feel very strange and may even be frustrating at first - just slow it down as much as you need and only do a couple of measures at a time. You’re making your brain super strong! Good work! 👍🏻🎻❤
(Hint: the front facing camera on your phone mirrors your image and makes it look like you’re doing everything backwards 🤣 I PLAY VIOLIN LEFT HANDED! #ireallydont)

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anonymous asked:

pre-dating HCs on how Gladion reacts when he realizes he's in love?

I’ve done this one in GIF form but alright. I’ll try. 

GLADION IN LOVE HEADCANONS:

  • let’s be totally honest with each other here
  • he would not realise this on his own
  • poor baby doesn’t know how to emotions
  • ANYWAY, it’s highly likely that a lot of people would have to hint it to him before he deems it Relevant Information.
  • And even then, I don’t think he’d flip out.
  • He’d compartmentalise them as best he can most likely and try to introspect about it before facing you.
  • The moment he sees you though!!!
  • “Anyone seen my sanity? I think I lost it.”
  • You’d probably be weirded out because his grammar is all wrong and he’s saying stuff that isn’t part of your conversation.
  • Meanwhile, Gladion is trying to figure out why Gladion exe is shutting down.
  • “Silvally’s behaviour is normal and nothing is out of the ordinary.”
  • “Umm, so, he’s doing alright?”
  • “Affirmative.”
  • He sounds like a robot, it’s the only way he doesn’t slip up and use the wrong words.
  • You find it cute though, it makes you laugh.
  • OH DEAR GOD DON’T LAUGH HE’S HAVING ENOUGH TROUBLE AS IT IS
  • he loves your laugh
  • He deliberately talks more like a robot sometimes to make you laugh.
  • Anyway, after those weird exchanges he starts looking for help.
  • Help actually comes in the form of Lillie.
  • He asked but wow um Gladion we had the same mother.
  • Neither of them can identify love, I think Lillie can understand parental love and love for a child but this is out of her level of expertise. 
  • She phones Burnet about it though!
  • Burnet basically sits him down at Lillie’s request and tells him about how he met Fukui probably. 
  • “So how does this help me?” 
  • Burnet pls he needs bullet points, a love for dummies guide tbh.
  • “[Y/N] makes you happy?”
  • “Yes”
  • “Makes you want to be better?”
  • “Yes.”
  • “Makes you want to protect them?”
  • “Yes, yes. All of that. I can’t stop thinking of them or how they’re doing or what. I can’t get [Y/N] out of my head and when I see them my brain won’t let my mouth say words. Can you help me?”
  • Burnet is so happy for him ahhhh it’s like a soap opera but in real life.
  • “You’re in love with them.”
  • HE GETS A SECOND OPINION, AND A THIRD, AND A FOURTH-
  • At this point, everyone who speaks to him tells him it’s love.
  • He works v hard not to make it obvious and act normally.
  • Still stutters sometimes.
  • Look, you’ll have to make the first move.
Are You Sure? | Sherlock Imagine

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Imagine: Being Sherlock’s youngest sister (after Euros) and meeting him for the very first time.

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“You’re….my sister?” Sherlock quizzically asks you. “You can’t be. You don’t look as half as smart as me.”

“Thanks. That was the warm welcome I was expecting from my elder brother I haven’t seen in years.” You frown and cross your arms.

“Are you sure you have the right address?” Watson asks you.

“Yes. I’m (Y/N). (Y/N) Holmes. Always have been, always will be. And you’re my brother.”

“Are you 100% certain. No—110%?” Sherlock asks you.

“Yes I am 200% sure that you’re my brother.” You pull out your birth certificate and show it to the two men. “It clearly states that I am a Holmes, and that I was born to our parents.”

“Well, then…I’m your brother. How surprising, considering your brain works in a completely different way.”

“What? How do you know how my–”

“–Tea?” Watson interrupts you and offers you a cup. You all sit-down and you expect your brother to say something to you.

“…”

“…”

“But are you sure?

“YOU’RE HOLDING MY BIRTH CERTIFICATE IN YOUR HANDS!”

Chamber of Secrets - Part 4

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (eventually)

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: Some tags are kind of freaking out on me, so if you if it doesn’t work I’m really sorry, I don’t know what to do. 

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Previous Part


WAKANDA

“Hello, everyone, welcome to Wakanda, my name is Y/N Y/L/N and I will be in charge of this project.” You greeted the four people standing before you, all dressed in formal attire and had their white lab coats on. Everything was finally coming together and you couldn’t be more excited about it.

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Can Hell be Heaven?

Note: So remember when I asked about if I should split something or not? Well I didn’t split it, but this just Chapter 1. It has some tecnical bits I’m 90% sure are accurate but if the 10% happens, please do bare with me. Hope you enjoy it.

Synopsis: Against Oliver’s express request Felicity uses her hacker skills to help him and gets caught. As Prometheus plan for Felicity and Oliver unfoils it becomes clear how twisted and evil they really are.

Part 2


The cling echoed inside her head, a spark that spikes the wave of panic to surmount her self-control. Standing with the sheets, a pillow and an ragged blanked she took a deep breath before facing her roommate. The dark haired woman sent her a single glance and kept on ignoring her, laying still on the top bunk.

“Hi.”

An answering cold look, a mocking glance, no other acknowledgement.  Felicity knew this was going to be hard, still nothing had prepared her for this. The undressing, the washing, being nothing more than a number; being stripped from anything that made her a person.

Laying on her bed Felicity reminisces on how she got here. Could she had avoid it?

She knew the answer was yes, but then Oliver would be the one in an orange jumpsuit; Oliver would be the one with his life wrecked. He had worked hard to get a life for himself, she would never allow it to be destroyed, not when it was in her power to prevent it.  

Oliver’s demand for her not to ruin her life sounded has hollow now as it did when she heard it the first time. To have a life being ruined she had to have a life and she didn’t, not anymore. Still it was painful to recall Oliver’s harsh words, he didn’t want her to do it, he didn’t want her taking the risk, she could be caught; he was right, still their last talk was a fight and she wished it wasn’t. She wished she would recall Oliver, if not smiling, at least, not antagonizing her.

“Prisoner 3851”

It takes a moment to register that it’s her new “name”. She stands while the door lock chimes every twist and turn of the key ominously.

Felicity takes a step out the door and waits still for the guard to close the door again. The sight isn’t much better out here, in front of her a row of gray metal doors that she knows mirror the ones behind her.

“Let’s go. You have a visitor.”

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