you two do strange things to me

A strange, beautiful woman

Self perception and image are two concepts that remain intriguing and immensely prevalent throughout my life. Bewildering is the fact that the majority of people I know have a negative self image. Comparing ourselves to others while simultaneously putting ourselves and others down creates a distorted breeding ground of competition.

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What does dissociation feel like?

Recently I have been asked by a few people what dissociation feels like. While I believe that it can be different for all people who dissociate, here are my thoughts on dissociation from a personal perspective. 

Dissociation can feel like you are on a completely different planet, but it can also cause you to be in a very hypervigilant state. These two paradigms make for an interesting match at times. Often I am not really sure if I am dissociating and/or switching.

Memory Loss: memory loss is an incredibly big sign for me, that I have been dissociating. For example, I lose things so often it isn’t funny. I find things in strange places. I find poems I can’t remember writing. I complete are that I can’t remember doing and even detailed drawings that I can’t remember completing.

Physical Sensations: After a lot of therapy and mindfulness (seriously), my therapist and I have been able to identify physical symptoms that occur before I disassociate. I experience tingling in my lower limbs, my feet, and calves. The lights shine as if I have had a few drinks and my heart races. 

Tunnel Vision: Imagine that you are at the edge of a cave that is at the end of a long tunnel. Imagine looking down from that tunnel. From the beginning of the tunnel, you can see all of your surroundings. Depending on how dissociated I am, I communicate with family and friends that I am half way through the tunnel, at the back of the tunnel and so on. As you move further towards the end of the tunnel you can no longer see or are aware of your surroundings. For me, this is what dissociation is like.

Heightened Senses: When I have dissociated, specific and irrelevant things can often come into focus. For example, a swarm of ants on a path caught my eye the other day and I sat mesmerised for an hour. I am easily startled and shocked and most of the time (depending on if I have switched or not) do not like to be touched or startled. 

There are other symptoms that I experience whilst dissociated however these are the things that I can pinpoint right now, as I am actually in a dissociative state. I am about 3 steps away from the edge of the tunnel. As I am currently integrating my parts I am trying very hard not to focus on who or where I am at.

A Nightmare on Elm Street  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Don’t fall asleep in there. You could drown, you know.”
  • “Oh, God. I look 20 years old!”
  • “Who cares what she says?”
  • “One, two, _____’s coming for you.”
  • “We lit the whole thing up and watched it burn.”
  • “I’ve got him trapped! Help! Where are you?”
  • “You are going to get some sleep tonight if it kills me.”
  • “You fell asleep!”
  • “You think you were gonna get away from me?”
  • “We have reason to believe there may be something very strange going on.”
  • “I’m going to punch out your ugly lights, whoever you are!”
  • “I’m into survival.”
  • “What the hell are you doing here?”
  • “I’ll kill you slow!”
  • “I’m your boyfriend now, ______.”
  • “He’s dead, now. He’s dead because _____ killed him.”
  • “Everything’s gonna be all right! Everything’s under control!”
  • “It drove us crazy when we didn’t know who it was, but it was even worse after they caught him.”
  • “Miss Nude America is going to be on tonight.”
  • “Whatever you do, don’t fall asleep.”
  • “I just asked you to do one thing: to stay awake and watch me and to wake me up if it looked like I was having a bad dream!”
  • “Get my dad, you asshole!”
  • “How can you hear what she’s going to say?”
Pretending To Play Pretend ➵ Percival Graves Imagine

☆ p r o m p t s : “kiss me now and make it look convincing!” + “do that again.” // basically the “fake-lovers” trope :)



There were two things you were aware of as of that moment: one, Madame President had forced you to go on a field mission with Percival Graves, and two, you were actually not mad at her - which was strange, considering that you and Graves could barely stand eachother’s guts.

“I expect the best from the two of you,” Seraphina Picquery spoke, followed by a gesture towards her office’s door, dissmissing you and the Head of all Aurors in MACUSA.

Without any other words, you headed towards the exit (more exactly, you sprinted, because the need to mentally prepare yourself for the assigned mission was high) and left Graves behind without even exchanging glances. It was enough for both that you were soon going to spend time together, tracking down one of Grindelwald’s most ‘beloved’ fanatics.

Perhaps it was the differences between you two that made you capable of only tolerating the other; he was severe, blunt and his facial muscles were apparently incapable of raising his lips into a smile, whereas you were sarcastic, yet kind, and endulged - or even loved - by many. It was enough already that Graves was your superior, despite not having much more skill compared to you. You guessed that it was the reason Madame President had chosen you to be his partener in the field task.

Saying goodbye for the day to the colleagues you actually enjoyed, you knew where to head for the night. And the location involved lots and lots of giggle water, even though you wouldn’t allow yourself to consume too much of it, already knowing its brutal side-effects… but perhaps you considered the future mission so despicable that you forgot exactly how many glasses of it you’d had as you ordered another one.

* * *

There was someone knocking repeatedly on your apartament’s door and you swore to all the famous wizards and witches that you were going to end them when you opened that damned door. Your headache wasn’t that bad, but your head still pounded with each hit on the door at the end of your home’s main corridor.

“Coming!” you yelled as loudly as possible, yet your throat was sore and the word sounded more like a whisper than a holler.

Using your wand to quickly change from your nightwear to a more decent outfit, you hurried and muttered a cuss word before swinging the door wide open. And there was Percival-fricking-Graves, dressed as sharply as ever, not a single strand of hair not in its assigned place, his face riddled with something that awfully resembled annoyance.

“It’s 10 a.m. and you were supposed to meet me at MACUSA at 8 a.m.” the man spoke, a cold tone obvious in his voice.

“My bad,” you muttered, slightly squinting your eyes at him despite the apology being half-sincere.

You didn’t want anybody, not even Graves, getting the wrong idea about you, because you were a bright and ambitious and organized witch… when you wanted to be, of course.

Without even asking you first, Graves stepped past you and into your home, earning a very confused and exasperated glare.

“Don’t you dare say something about my place,” you warned, returning to your room to grab your boots and coat and use a spell to arrange your hair.

“I wasn’t going to,” you heard Graves say, but there were mischevious hints in his voice that made you press your lips together in a thin line.

You quickly ushered him out of the house after drinking a glass of water - not even considering offering him once, since he had entered your apartment without your permission - and locked the door behind you with just a flick of your wand.

“Where to?” you asked, hugging yourself to shield you from the April still-persistent chilly weather.

“I’ve been hearing that our target is enjoying a… date today,” Percival said, and you burst out in laughter without even wanting to.

“Excuse me? So you’re telling me that a dark wizard who’s highly valued by Grindelwald himself is going on a date, with like, an actual person?” you asked, half-shocked and half-amused.

“Indeed,” the auror muttered, ending any other conversations, and fixated you with a raised-eyebrow gaze that literally spoke ‘what, can’t evil men go on dates too?’.

Ducking into a retreated alley, you grabbed Graves’ arm, the harsh fabric of his coat against your cold fingers. Without any further delay, he apparated and the magical action that was supposed to make you sick to your stomach didn’t even bother you - you’d done it one too many times to feel anything. When you opened your eyes, you were surrounded by little, cozy-looking shops and couples sitting on benches, side-hugging or sharing some kind of dessert.

“Oh,” you made, taking in your surroundings, “this isn’t exactly the place where a dark wizard would be usually found.”

“That’s probably the only thing you ever said that I agree with.” Graves said and you rolled your eyes.

“So, where’s our guy?”

The man pointed towards a cute confectionary from which couples emerged. “Over there.”

‘You have to be kidding me,’ you thought, but began walking in its direction alongside Graves. Before you knew it, you felt him grab your hand and pull you closer to him.

“What the hell are you doing?!” you exclaimed, loudly enough to make the people in your close proximity turn their heads towards you.

“Trying to blend in,” he spat through gritted teeth, squeezing your hand hard enough to let you know that raising your voice was a thing you couldn’t do again if you wanted to lay low.

You complied and entered the confectionary before him - he had opened the door, just like an ideal boyfriend would’ve. You picked a table as soon as you spotted your target, who was chatting with a dark-haired woman, and luckily, it was near them.

After you took off your coat, you plopped on the soft, red couch in front of the glass table. Graves, despite his need of blending in, kept his distance and he ended up sitting on the opposite end of the couch.

“Gr-Percival, love,” you recollected yourself, playing your part of the role, and spoke on a sweet tone, “you should come closer.”

When the only reaction you got from Graves was a terrified stare - the man, despite his natural confidence, seemed to be failing his couple classes - you grabbed the sleeve of his white shirt and pulled him closer to you. Your knees were touching and you rested your head on his shoulder as the waitress, a No-Maj, approached you with an obviously fake smile plastered on her face.

“What can I get you darlings today?” she inquired, eyeing you and Graves, but there was no trace of suspicion in her gaze - more like jealousy.

“Two slices of apple pie, please. Seems good, right, darling?” Graves chimed in just as you were about to speak and you grinned.

“Of course, love.”

As soon as the waitress left, you squinted your eyes for the second time that day at your pretend-lover.

“This isn’t a competition,” you whispered blatantly and Graves simply shrugged his shoulders. “And besides, I hate apple pie. A boyfriend should know.”

“Whatever you say,” he answered, then added with an almost victorious smirk, “love.”

As a punishment, you started laughing like he’d just said something funny and pinched his shaved cheek lovingly.

“Oh, Percy, you’re such a sweetheart!” you made, loud enough to be heard by a few, yet not enough for your voice to echo in the confectionary.

Graves offered you an ice cold glare in return, but remained silent until your desserts arrived. You both ocasionally glanced towards the tracked wizard, and you realised that his date was actually going… well?! He was laughing and talking with the woman and sipping something that looked like cider from pretty glasses.

Your apple pie slices arrived in no time and you had to control yourself not to gag at the sight of your sweet.

“I can’t comprehend quite a few things about you, (Y/N), and your disliking towards apple pies is one of them,” Percival said, sounding actually genuine, and you were about to reply when a fork full of pie was placed in front of your lips.

“Eat,” Graves ordered, smirking with superiority, and you blankly stared at him.

You began thinking that the whole fake-lovers idea had been a terribly bad one as Graves, Head of Aurors, was feeding you the thing you least enjoyed - yet you complied and annoyedly glared at him as you swallowed the pie.

The following hour went decently well, and besides the sickly sweet petnames and hand holding (your hand just wanted to be freed after twenty minutes), you had made small talk and learned that Graves wasn’t that bad underneath the whole stoic and rude mask. But, of course, he might’ve been faking everything just to maintain appearences.

There was only one flaw in your ‘brilliant’ plan: the wizard you were keeping an eye on was getting bored - which seemed unlikely at first, but became more obvious as time passed -, and his attention fell more than once on you and your 'date’. Your jaw clenched as you remembered that he was trained in the Dark Arts and could probably read people like open books, despite you and Graves having acted as a perfect couple. You looked at Percival, who was absentmindedly - yet intentionally - playing with your fingers, and a sudden, desperate plan came to your mind.

“Kiss me, now, and make it look convincing!” you whispered and the Auror’s eyes widened as his brain processed the words that had just escaped your lips.

Without any further notice, you grabbed the back of his head and pulled him towards you, smashing your lips together, your free hand on his chest. You were expecting that kissing him would’ve been just a part of the act too; what you didn’t expect though was to feel as if the most spectacular firework show went off in your entire body.

And you, for sure, didn’t think that Graves kissing you back would’ve felt that good, especially not when you were playing roles. As your fingers released his chin and made their way through his hair, his hand cupped your cheek and one went down to your neck. Your heart was pounding against your ribcage, threatening to crawl its way out of your chest. You inhaled deeply through your nose and didn’t even have the guts to wonder why Graves had just bitten your lower lip when nobody could see that precise gesture.

After a couple more moments, you finally pulled away and tried your best not to stare in awe at the man - you failed and caught his gaze, unconsciously licking your lips. You both remained speechless as Graves grabbed your hand once again, glancing at your target over your head.

“He’s lost interest in us,” the Auror confirmed and you slightly frowned - you hadn’t told him the reason for the sudden kiss, and it surprised you to have him figure it out.

“I think it’s time.” you announced quietly and stood up, getting into your coat and grabbing your wallet. “I’m going to go pay, you take him out and apparate to MACUSA. I’ll take care of obliviating everyone here.”

Graves solemnly nodded, and you skipped towards the register, where your waitress was loudly chewing bubblegum.

“I’d like to pay now,” you offered her a smile as fake as hers had been when she served you.

You quickly scanned the confectionary, and to your relief, there were only five other people in it without you, Graves, or the other two wizards. When spells got to your ears, you turned around and spotted only the extremely confused No-Majs left. Graves had taken the probably innocent witch with him too. You pulled out your wand and shouted 'Obliviate!’, disappearing without a trace, the only signs of you passing by being the ten dollars near the cash register that you had been kind enough to leave behind.

You apparated to your office at MACUSA and patiently waited for either Graves or Picquery to storm into the room, announcing the success of the mission. Fortunately, it had been the Head Auror that entered the silent room without even knocking - what was it with that man and not caring about personal space?

“Madame President congratulates us for catching him.” he told, looking quite satisfied with himself, “The witch was innocent and thought she was going out with a man as innocent as her.”

“Poor her,” you replied, half-jokingly and half-honest, and swallowed hard when you felt the heartache that followed the thoughts of the day ending.

What had gotten into you? Yes, playing pretend like two children had been fun, but it needed to end - so why didn’t you want it to?

Taking you by surprise, Graves stepped towards you, only an arm’s lenght between the two of you.

“Do it again,” he muttered, as if he was struggling to let the words come out.

“Do what?” you asked, not quite realising what Percival Graves really meant.

He leaned in even closer and you felt your breath hitch in your throat as it finally dawned upon you.

“I think we both know the answer to that, (Y/N),” he whispered and you didn’t wait or want to hear anything else.

Throwing your arms behind his neck, you kissed Graves once again, this time sincere and not with any reason other than to let all the hidden and supressed feelings out. And, of course, you made sure to repay him the lip-biting favour he had done you earlier.

I am sitting on a bench
under the stairs
of an art gallery
he comes to take a seat
he has orange shoes

“Do you mind?”
he asks, as he realizes I am here
he wants to sit on a bench opposite to me
and wants permission
to enter my sanctuary
in a public place
a strange thing
a caring thing
a nice thing
he has orange shoes
I gesture to the bench
and continue writing
he sits
and he too
pulls out a notebook
we are two people
under the stairs
of an art gallery
not looking at the exhibits
but sitting under the stairs
he is a stranger-friend
in orange shoes
—  J.H.
Being married to Gerard Way might be like...

* Midnight conversations about strange things

* Gerard would still ask you to be his girlfriend even though you two are married.

* “let me fix your eyeliner babe!”

“No, Gerard I am fine,”


* conversations about anything and everything

* * Gerard at your guy’s child*  “Who do you think you are? My child?”

* Him goofing off 24/7

* Comics about you and your children

*   *Gerard talking to your child* me and Y/n made you

*  Gerard trying out emo your child

* hanging out with the band

* him smiling and calling you Mrs.Way every morning.

* Calling each other Mr. and Mrs. Way

* random, “Hey im married to you”

* Gerard putting hair dye in your kids  hair

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  • Send in a name!
  • Wordgirl: If you could choose any superpower what would it be?
  • Becky Botsford: What makes you laugh no matter what?
  • Bob: Who's the most important person in your life?
  • TJ: do you like/play any sports?
  • Violet: tell me about a dream you hope to accomplish!
  • Scoops: [ask any question you like!]
  • Tobey: Do you have a crush on anyone? Who?
  • Victoria: do you have any strange talents?
  • Kidmath: What's your favorite school subject?
  • Doctor two brains: Do you like the person you've become?
  • Chuck the Evil Sandwich Making Guy: If you could choose your own name what would it be?
  • Lady redundant woman: what's 3 things you couldn't live without?
  • Mr Big: What's your ideal job/career?
  • Granny May: Do you have any pets?
  • Glen Furlblam: Name someone you look up to
  • The Butcher: Favorite food?
  • Miss Power: What do you consider to be your biggest flaw?
  • Beau Handsome: Do you want to have children some day? How many?
  • Professor Doohickey: What's your most prized possession?
  • Professor Tubing: Whats important to you?
  • Professor Boxleitner: Name 3 things you love most about yourself
Monsta X React to you blowing soap bubbles from your hands

Shownu: He would think that it was kind of childish that you did this, but at the same time would find it cute in a strange way. “Jagiya, I would ask how bored were you the day you discovered that you could so this, but I’m not sure that I would want to know.” He’d tease, chuckling, and earning himself a soapy smack on the arm from you.

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Minhyuk: He would want to know how that was possible to do such a thing. “(y/n) CAN YOU TEACH ME HOW TO DO THAT?!” He would exclaim excitedly. Laughing you would nod, and spend the next half hour teaching him how to do that, until one of the other members found you two covered in soapy water and laughing hysterically.

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Wonho: He would find it weird yet adorable that you were so amused by something like that. “Let me show you how it’s done, jagi!” He’d say smugly and proceed to failing miserably, causing you to laugh hysterically. “That was just practice!” He’d say with a light pink washing over his cheeks. You’d poke his cheek, causing him to laugh lightly.

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Kihyun: He would be the one to find you using up all the soap in the bathroom, “What the heck are you doing, (y/n)?” He’d ask very puzzled. “Check this out!” You’d say excitedly before you turn towards him and blow a huge bubble in your hands. “Woah! What just happened?!” He’d say shocked and laugh, “You are something else.”

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Hyungwon: He would just stare at you in confusion after watching you do that. After some time, a light smile would cross his lips and he would chuckle. “Jagi… you are just—too cute sometimes.” He’d say finally and walk up to you and pat you on the head, causing you to laugh as well and a light blush would appear on your cheeks.

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I.M.: He would think that you were adorable for finding something so simple and kind of childish fun, but at the same time he would find it kind of crazy how good you were at it. “How… How do you do that?” He’d ask after watching you, you’d laugh and offer to show him causing him to become like an excited little kid as well.

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Jooheon: He would think that your talent was weird but entertaining. “Okay okay, do it one more time, please?” He would beg, causing you to laugh. “Guys come see this! (y/n) is doing something that I don’t understand how is possible!” He would yell for the other members. “Somebody, video this please, put it on instagram!”

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(Okay this gif is obviously a little bit of an exaggeration but I couldn’t help but laugh at it!)

I hope this is what you were wanting! 

~BangtanBunnie <3

anonymous asked:

Gon, I'm afraid that my best friend doesn't want me around anymore. She's been planning events with our mutual friends right in front of me without inviting me along until they remind her to, dropping plans that we've made for other people, and just generally acting strange and unhappy whenever I'm around. I'm scared that she's gotten sick of me but is too nice to say anything. I don't know if I should confront her, or just give her some space, or what. What do you think I should do?

i’m sorry for the late response!! i hope that somehow things have been cleared between you two, but if not, here’s what i have to say!

i want to think positively, so i might propose that she thinks it’s a given that you’ll be going along or that you won’t mind her hanging out with others that she doesn’t spend as much time with. maybe you’re reading her behavior wrong. there could be lots of other things that make her upset like school tests.

I think maybe you should try asking her! problems like these happen because you’re not talking to each other. be gentle about it, of course. nobody likes to feel like they’re being attacked, especially for things they weren’t aware of doing.

if she needs space, she can ask you. or, you can ask her if she simply needs some time alone– my friends have done that for me and i was grateful that i didn’t have to ask. i talked to them again when i was ready. however, just leaving her alone without mentioning why could lead to her thinking that you don’t like her, and a whole new crop of problems could arise.

you are best friends, right? have faith in each other, but keep in mind that you can’t read each other’s minds even if you do know each other well!! if what you think is true, she still doesn’t want to hurt you and still cares about you.


jahaliel  asked:

Body glitter and Eyeliner for the makeup asks?

Body glitter:what is your go to outfit?

Pajamas. Seriously, if I can get away with staying in pjs all day, I will do it and I will do it happily. Jammies are the beeeest.

Eyeliner:what inspires you?

People and books. And on the rare occasion, something random in nature. Oh, and abandoned buildings. Lost little places in the middle of the city. Things like that. But most people and books.

People are the most interesting thing I have ever come across. We’re all so strange and similar yet each of us is something unto ourselves. No two people are exactly alike.

The same can be said for books. If people are universes, so are books. You could even say people are like books!

Oh and music! Music inspires me. I’ve always wished I could write it like I can read it, but alas. I’ll leave that to others. I’m happy just seeing the product.

Art inspires me as well. There’s something about putting exactly what’s in your mind onto paper. It’s wonderful (when it works right, ha)

🐙 [Ereri] 8 Times the Fun

And 8x the trash. I will try to think of a better title later.

WARNINGS: nsfw. tentacle!porn; barely proofread at 2 am

This is the fault of hana-tox and erenbaegerr, via twitter. 

I start writing a PWP, but then plot sneaks itself in and this 7000+ words monster happens. Umm, basically Eren is an octo… thing. Levi is some not-really-superhero, so have fun imagining him in a skin tight suit ayyy.

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augblack  asked:

Hi, I just finished Thanks for the Trouble after finishing We All Looked Up. And I just wanna say that I love love love your writing, it's so mature yet simple to read. It's so rare for me to find an author with a writing style that pulls me in and keeps me wanting to read, and I just wanted to let you know that. I can't wait to read more books of yours!!! Please keep writing so I can always have things to read :)

Hey Auggie McBlackerstein,

Thanks so much for the message! I’m so glad you enjoyed the books. I shall do my best to keep making things for you to read. Strange Fire, the first book of my new trilogy, comes out in November! It’s quite different from my other two books, so I’m a little nervous my readers will be like, “What in the name of sweet baby penguins is this?!” But I’m damn proud of the thing, so hopefully folks will get on board. :)

you make my heart do a thing ;
a sing-song thing
pitter-patter rat-a-tatter
skip-a-beat-or-two(but not any more
or else I would probably be dying)thing
but i’d be lying if i said it didn’t feel so good
it’s a strange sort of hurts-so-good
the kind of hurt that hurts to let go of
a kind of hurt
a kind of thing
a sing-song pitter-patter rat-a-tatter thing
a skip or two or more
you warm me to my core and it makes me smile
i wish it would last more than a while but while it lasts i’ll enjoy it
because any quality time
even teary-eyed and tired
with you is worth it
worth it
worth it

i hope someday after all these sleepless nights
you’ll say to me under the covers as you turn out the light
that i was worth it


tonight’s topic is: want.

i thought of it on the drive home.
i thought about, of course, wanting you.

i think ‘want’ is the most dangerous of all words.
'i want you’ is inevitably followed with -
i would do anything for you.

'anything’, that is a dangerous word too.

i also thought about how strange 'want’ is.
and how much stranger it is to try to make someone understand it.

i cannot explain to people why or how badly it is i want you.
i cannot even explain it to myself.
but my god, how i can feel it like a second beating heart in my chest.

the worst thing about want is:
it is not a two-way street.

no one can want you the way i do.
and maybe no one will.

and maybe you want me too.
in your own way, in some way.

just not in a way i can understand.

—  letters from drake’s ex; i want this shit forever

One of the things that always struck me in Night Watch was young Nobby. ‘Cause, you know, Night Watch is a pretty atypical Watch book, with most of the main cast missing for the majority of the plot. There’s no Carrot to be the shining beacon of morality, no Sybil for the hint of domestic romance, and although Colon is around, he isn’t doing much in his usual way of lightening the mood either. Without all those characters, things get pretty bleak.

So, when a tiny little Nobby shows up, you can rejoice! Finally he’s here to do his usual comic relief thing. And boy does he deliver, the slimy cheerful amoral (strangely adorable?) little git. Except …

Vimes grabbed the lapels of Nobby’s greasy coat and lifted him up, and was mildly shocked to realize that there was practically no weight there.

Tiny Nobby. Really tiny, skinny Nobby. And…

‘Once when ol’ Sconner was sober for two days together he made me a little set of soldiers,’ said Nobby. 'An’ they had these little boots that you could-’
'Shut up,’ said the major.
'take off, and tiny tiny little wooden teeth that you could-’

That’s… actually really sad in a cute way? Are we feeling sorry for Nobby?

'I don’t want to go to the Tanty, sarge. Sconner’s in there.’
And he used to break your arms, Vimes remembered.


and then, of course, there’s the clincher:

Nobby Nobbs had probably cried all the tears a body was capable of some time ago. 


By which I mean: Night Watch is brutal. It’s depressing and bleak and hopeless and above all, furious. Like I Shall Wear Midnight, it’s unflinching in its depiction of the dark and ugly sides of humanity. Even Nobby becomes a sharp painful note in the story. And that’s why it’s one of my favourites: ‘cause Pratchett was always at his best when he was angry, and nowhere does his angry bleed through as much as in Night Watch.

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5 things you’ll find in my bag.

  1. 3DS
  2. Laptop
  3. Drawing Tablet
  4. Inhaler
  5. Prismacolour Markers

5 things in my bedroom.

  1. Plushies !!
  2. Fish Tank
  3. My Bug Collection
  4. My Animal Skeleton Collection
  5. My Crystal Collection

5 things I’ve always wanted to do in my life.

  1. Visit someplace warm and humid with lots of weird animals
  2. go to space
  3. deep sea exploration
  4. Move somewhere AWAY from people esp my parents
  5. i dont really know!!

5 things that make me happy.

  1. my friends!!!
  2. the lego movie is making me EXTREMELY happy rn
  3. finding new strange bugs around my house
  4. animals in general actually
  5. singing~

5 things that I’m currently into.

  1. the lego movie
  2. Eddsworld
  3. Pink Season 
  4. minecraft thanks to rae and satsu !
  5. homestuck

5 things on my to-do list.

  1. homework homework homework
  2. pack for chicago!!
  3. ask mum if i can see my friend in chicago
  4. finish sketches for two lovely peeps on here~
  5. draw a “meet the artist”

5 things you may not know about me.

  1. ive not once ever eaten a burger
  2. there are actually a lot of foods ive never eaten (thanks arfid)
  3. gabe the dog is my fav meme of all time
  4. i can sing really well, but i never really sing 4 ppl
  5. this one might be obvious to some but beaches are so calming 2 me i love them….

The thing about taking a break from crimefighting is that you’re no longer on the same sleep schedule as your two vigilante girlfriends. But it’s pretty nice waking up to find them in bed next to you.

Part one of my comics for art trade with @feministbatman.

sindianstar  asked:

You know what I just realised? Toriel snowwhite with the 7 fallen children!

You know, I think part of the reason I’m doing all these Disney things is so that I have an excuse to watch all the old movies. I’ll tell you, the singing back then was so mesmerizing, it’s like watching an opera. Why don’t they sing like that anymore!?

Strangely enough, this is one of the only Princess Toriel things that isn’t centered around Soriel. These two spent like NO time together during this movie!


I’m sorry. But I like that, the Asgore thing reminds me of Snow white with the red hair.

10 Questions for Creators

Tagged by @writerstealth – thanks, darling! Strangely enough, several of our answers are prettttty similar…

1. What’s your favorite thing about creating? Two things: figuring out what I think about something, and the community of people surrounding me who also create.
2. What inspires you to create? Not quite knowing what I think about something and needing to figure it out – that’s the main drive, I think. Exploring ideas; processing thoughts/feelings/etc in a depersonalized way; loving words. 
3. Where’s the perfect place to create? I dunno. I guess my study at home or my office at work, but I do a lot of writing in imperfect conditions while, say, supervising playdates, waiting for children to fall asleep, cooking supper, in the tub, etc etc.
4. What do you do when you hit a road block? I’m still learning. Often it seems to mean that I haven’t thought something through enough, and I need to give myself time to stop and consider. Sometimes it means that I’m emotionally overextended and I can’t “spend” any more psychic energy on writing for a while. I don’t really have a method of coping except to take a break.
5. When did you start creating? Jeez, I dunno. Probably always? I wanted to be a writer in elementary school. Somewhere in my late teens I lost the belief that I had the capability to write fiction, and wrote only nonfiction for many many years. Fanfic totally saved me. <3
6. Music while you create? If so, what kind? Never by choice. Silence, please. (Usually, though, I have some kind of kid noise happening in the background.)
7. Do you like betas? Why? Love ‘em. LOVE THEM.
8. Pet peeve when creating? Interruptions. Noise. Crises of confidence.
9. How do you know when a piece is finished? Interesting question. I almost always write to an outline. It’s finished when I complete the outline. Heh. Quite often on short fics I write the last line first.
10. Random fact about yourself! Uhhhhh. I can  never do these. How about: I have lived in 4 different countries in my adult life: Canada, Turkey, England, Qatar.

Bonus Question:
Any favorite tropes?  Text fics!!!!!!! #1 favourite trope!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 TAG! You’re it! If you create (art! fic! anything!), consider yourself tagged.

anonymous asked:

Please explain to me what popee the performer is I'm curious

Popee the performer is a Japanese 3D animation that has no words and it is quite strange and unsettling. The two characters Popee and Kedamono are “performers” or clowns and each episode they try to do some sort of thing to impress their “audience” and most of the time it is very confusing and creepy.
Its also a manga? Idk its weird id call it a comic rather than a manga. All the episodes are on youtube if you wanna check it out.