your more important then me

game: you can buy clothing and accessories for your character, but we advise that you focus on other, more important things like-
me, walking into the marketplace:

Just threw this together in recent events.

I appreciate that some people wish to express their love for other’s art by sharing it, just don’t go about it the wrong way.

Reblog, don’t repost.

Artists have the right to the work they create and where it is shown. If you respect their efforts then you’d share it properly.

Giving credit is lovely and all but it doesn’t justify the repost, unless the artist explicitly gives you permission.

If your desire to put their art in your own account is greater than the artist’s wishes…c’mon, let’s be honest: You don’t actually care that much. Especially if you need to emphasize your account is famous, which just indicates that your collection is more important than the art you supposedly respect and adore.

Don’t get me wrong, losing your account isn’t nice, but if you’re posting large amounts of artist’s content without their permission, then it’s carelessness on your part. The pain you feel for losing your account is the same pain an artist feels when they see their art taken.

Might be a good idea to read up on Instagram’s Terms & Conditions too, it isn’t pretty that’s for sure. They are entitled to do whatever they wish with your account, and if you’re receiving multiple copyright take-downs from different artists, that’s why Instagram see it fit to ban you. So be careful.

Thanks for reading chaps.

I just want the confidence of Anatole… Like just imagine someone saying “Let’s get to know each other by giving a quick summary of ourselves” and you just stand up raise a shot glass and proudly proclaim “I’m hot”

 so some fun facts about working in carpentry (from someone in the field) that probably no one wants but could be fun for writing about julia and mags with:

  • it is so so important to maintain a positive relationship with your clients and that’s probably why mags is so proud of his rustic hospitality and wants to use it at every corner because your relationships and reputation is half the job
  • for one you get returning clients and tends to be the best and most reliable source of income and you also usually will end up getting gifts from them too which is, sweet
  • if they’re doing pretty well off during a year i’m almost certain that they offer discounts for their services for the poorer members of raven’s roost, mangus in particular has a “doggy discount” that if they own a dog and they let it work with him they get a good discount
  • both of them (+plus stephen) are probably ambidextrous to a degree as when working on repeat projects, you tend to get really tired and sore and continue working until that arm gives out and then switch to the other to be able to continue working
  • going with that, you get paid by commission or project usually and so hypothetically you could pick up as many as possible (or as many as the union will allow) and probably will do that a couple times and you could literally blow out your entire body but be set for the year in a couple weeks
  • going with the stress on the body, the physical labor definitely means that they have bad knees and probably a bad arm as well not to mention if there is a lot of heavy lifting you can get multiple hairpin fractures along your spine and legs causing intense pain that cannot be treated 
  • also if they’re working with saws (which i’m pretty sure trav did say were in the pocket workshop) then i have no idea why mags reacted so badly to losing a finger because everyone i have ever worked with has or has almost cut off their finger once a week
  • also you get a very high tolerance for pain (which probably helps mags as being a sword for hirer)  like i have literally sliced my entire forearm open and just wrapped it up and continued working
  • since raven’s roost has a carpentry district, that most likely means that they have a lumber sister town that provides all of the resources
  • and again, going with the importance of rustic hospitality, if you’re friends with the lumber providers then you will get first pick on the quality wood and quality literally will save you days of work
  • if there’s a bad harvest one year then it will fucking suck because people don’t stop needing furniture or buildings and you as the carpenter have to pick up the slack for the shitty warped wood and most projects will take about double the time
  • woodworking is a skill trade and has to be learned over years so most likely by the time mags came along julia was already extremely skilled and is able to do commissions and bids on her own and has her own reputation in ravens roost (which…tbh mags could have very well apprenticed under her) 
  • it is extremely hard to go from apprenticing one carpenter to another because even the basics get muddled with your own style to the point where most people measure in different ways and cutting something wrong (especially cutting it short) will waste so much material thus mags being brand new to apprenticing under stephen probably takes years while jules just laughs each time he fucks up a leg of a chair
Kissing, Interrupted.

Originally posted by perfectfeelings

Peter Parker x Reader

Request: Yes

Summary: Peter and the reader are getting pretty steamy and someone decides it’s the perfect time to interrupt. Talk about cockblock, amiright?

Warnings: language, kissing, fluff, Star Wars, makeout sesh (holla). (Let me know if I missed any).

Word Count: 1,479

A/N: For the amazing @literallyrozie812, thanks for the request! I hope this fic gives you guys all the Peter feels. Also, I apologize if it sucks ass lol. I’m not experienced in this part of writing, so bear with me as I slowly dig my way into it! Let’s hope I did at least a 4/10. Thanks for all the never ending support, guys! As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.


Being raised as a Stark definitely has its perks, but let’s not forget about the downsides.

For instance, not being able to try out the Iron Man suit because of one accidental mistake of you blowing one up. 

Hey, it happens… right?

Or not being able to join the team on missions because it’s “too intense” or “not safe.”

Like, hello? I’m an Avenger? I deserve to participate, Dad.

And don’t even get started on boys.

Oh, lord. If he knew about Peter and you, well, let’s just say Tony’s suit isn’t the only thing that would be blown up.

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just stretching my hand after a week of not being able to draw 

the helmet part is based on the Jackal Guards from Stargate  ⚆ᴥ⚆

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Hmm? What am I doing? Oh you know, just collecting pictures of the biggest dork in the series. 

Sharing Stage/2.5D Content

So there are some things I want to go over about sharing, reposting, and general distribution of content.  And while I’m going to talk specifically about Engeki Haikyuu, some of the more general stuff can be applied to most Japanese stage plays, musicals, and general theater.  

I wanted to make this post because I’m seeing a lot of frustration in fandom from both content providers and fans and followers butting heads on this issue.  First off, we have to acknowledge that there is an undeniable precedent that’s existed in fandom that makes fans feel entitled to all the content all the time, for free.  And there is knowledge of the industry that content providers have that I think we’re not communicating frequently enough to help fans understand our positions on these issues.

It’s lengthy, but please take some time to look under the Read More and read about this issue.  

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please,
oh please.

let me sink.
deep deep down
into my well of isolation.
let me be at peace
with my sadness
and my fragmented soul.

let me become one
with the darkness
plaguing my mind
working its magic
and overtaking me.

let me wallow
in the comfort
of self-loathing
set so deep
i cannot escape its grasp,
as it has become a home.

let me soothe my pain
whilst writing my story
on the insides my arms,
the top of my legs,
the sides of my hips,
the plain of my belly,
in the purest of red ink.

let me lie
in bed for hours on end
and stare at the ceiling
with my eyes closed
wondering,
whenever did i become this way?
was i always like this?
was i always meant to be like this?
is there a way to change it?
will happiness ever shine,
the faintest shed of sunlight,
in my direction?

let me cry
and through my tears,
relinquish all the pain
writing cannot
fat tears filled with emotion
frustration
sadness
loss
pain
eternal suffering
losing hope.

let me die
as i can guarantee
i already have
i am a dead girl walking
a ghost of my former self
a shell of what i used to be
of what i could be
my mind is no longer my own
my heart has long stopped caring
my soul aches for the slightest bit of ecstasy
my spirit is shattered beyond repair

but please,
oh please.

do not worry for me.
do not let me occupy your thoughts,
or take up space in your brain.
do not dwell,
on the life i am forced to live.
do not waste,
even the tiniest slice of your pity
on me.
for there are far more important things,
than one broken girl.

besides,
the time for caring has long passed,
as i will soon be dead anyway.
with either
a handful of pills,
or bloody wrists,
or watery lungs.
but it doesn’t matter how i go,
just that the job is done.

I see tumblr is complaining about the Mercy concept art.

Y'all think she should have been a dude?? When y'all also complain about the lack of female characters??

rvb plot twist scale be like

Lvl 10: “Sincerely yours, the former Director of Project Freelancer, Dr. Leonard Church.”

Lvl 9: “You are the Alpha.”

Lvl 8: “[My mother] had terrible taste in men, though.”

Lvl 7: “Nice throw, Tucker.”

Lvl 6: “Might I suggest Flowers, Sir?”

Lvl 5: “Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Aiden Price.”

Lvl 4: I’M the team killing fucktard!”

Lvl 3: “…or my name isn’t John Elizabeth Andersmith!”

Lvl 2: “Uhh, yeah, this might be a bad time to bring up the fact that my Sister is color blind.”

Lvl 1: "Oh great… You broke my voice filter. You cock biting fucktards”

Lvl 0: Simmons and Grif being married.

Ok so that post mocking EL James made me think about a few things. 

The first thing is something that I worry about whenever I reblog posts that make fun of bad writing or bad writing advice. I worry that someone will see my utter malicious glee at a phrase like “his eyebrows widened”, and then think “I could see myself making a mistake like that. I must be a shitty writer. :( “

This is absolutely not the case, and in fact, it probably means the exact opposite!

Being a good creative writer is always a balance between two things: Writing clearly, and writing inventively. At some points, your writing might use quick cliches and simple, invisible language (example: defaulting to “said” for a dialogue tag) for clarity’s sake. In another moment, you might experiment with a new way of describing something familiar (in a fic a while ago I described someone’s laugh as “a butterfly trying to escape a closed window”, and people seemed to think that was cool)

The thing is, when you’re fiddling around with words to make New Things, it involves a lot of trial and error. You may very well end up with something ridiculous like “his eyebrows widened” when you’re just trying to come up with a creative way to say “his eyes widened”. This experimentation phase is almost always when you end up with magical expanding eyebrows.

And if you catch yourself doing that, even in something you’ve already published - laugh at it! Laugh at yourself, because you have made something funny, and funny is the hardest thing to make. Maybe you’ve even stumbled upon a good comedic idea. Douglas Adams and Sir Terry Pratchett both crafted some hilarious extended metaphors, and that definitely required some experimentation.

EL James’ writing was dumped onto the poor, unsuspecting masses in a state that can only be described as embarrassing, and her book succeeded purely because of scandalous marketing and morbid curiosity. We laugh at her mistakes because a whole chain of supposedly professional editors and publishers failed to catch them. The problem was not that EL James wrote garbage; the problem was that she wrote garbage and then no one corrected her and instead they sold the garbage in its garbage state.

But you must make garbage too! You gotta practice, and all practice is a process of experimentation and failure. Hopefully, your editors will be 100% better than EL James’s in that they will help you grow. So please keep writing ridiculous phrases! Remember that they are a sign of you trying to be creative. Laugh at them, too! And then learn, and try again.

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The thing that you forgot? Turns out, whatever you know about medicine, ultimately, luck or fate or God or… who knows what is always gonna end up playing a much bigger role in the whole thing than you and I ever will. 

April Fool’s DLC SUFFERING Ending  Guide Part 1

So I’m still shook over one of the normal (read: SUFFERING) endings I finally unlocked from the Mystic Messenger April Fool’s DLC. Here is my guide of what I USED which unlocked the ending.

Following this should give you the unlock the chats “Epiphany” and “The world for you and me” after the game branch. 

Also: Spoilers! I’m placing this guide under the cut. 

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Yuuri isn’t just a badass he’s also a good person. The reason he can come across ‘cold’ is because of his degree of self-loathing, which causes himself to sometimes not acknowledge how much people around him care about him (something he works on as the series goes on! this is a big part of his character arc). It’s got nothing to do with his view of other people’s value of individuals and how much he cares about them and everything to do with how he views himself. He has trouble forming connections with others because he views himself as someone people wouldn’t want to form connections with. This is not necessarily okay, but it’s literally a huge part of his character arc!! He becomes so much better about this as the series goes on, and it’s wonderful to see. 

Here’s the thing about Yuuri Katsuki. He’s a selfless person, to a fault. People completely misread the ‘I’ll let the whole world hate me’ scene. It’s not about selfish love. It’s not about possessive love. It’s about making a choice between caring about how people perceive you and not caring about how people perceive you. 

Yuuri thinks that if he goes out there and skates his best, people are going to hate him, see him as taking Victor from the world. He says so what, fuck that. It’s more important to me that I reach my goal. I’d rather me be hated than Victor be hated anyway. Hate me for taking Victor from the world, fine. I just want to skate. I’d rather skate and be hated than have you like me and give up on doing something I love. To help himself in that situation, to give himself confidence, he reminds himself that he is the only person who does know Victor’s love the way he does, which is absolutely true. He reminds himself of the love he has in his life. That it’s unique. That’s it’s special. 

‘Victor is the first thing I’ve ever wanted to hold onto.’

Victor is the first thing he’s ALLOWED himself to hold onto (and even then, he tries to let him go later on because he’s self-sacrificing). 

There’s nothing selfish about that– or possessive, or anything of the sort. It’s someone looking at adversity and going ‘my goal is more important to me than your perception of me’, and for someone as self-deprecating as Yuuri, someone who has struggled with forming emotional connections because they haven’t felt like people wanted to form emotional connections with them due to their own lack of self worth, this is a HUGE DEAL. It’s awesome.

Allowing Yuuri to in a sense, claim something as his, is actually a triumphant moment for him, because he rarely does this. It’s good and right. Yuuri is often selfless to a fault. When he says ‘I wish to eat pork cutlet bowls with you’ we applaud him. When Yuuri wants something and expresses it, we CHEER for him.

Yuuri spends the entire last third of the series trying to sacrifice Victor despite the fact that Victor, to the audience, CLEARLY wants to stay with him. But Yuuri, darling Yuuri, due to his own anxiety and self-worth issues, sees himself as holding Victor back. He ‘wants to stay in figure skating with Victor forever’, but he’s willing to give up everything he loves so Victor can be happy, no hesitations. He smiles, he doesn’t cry. Heck he’s willing to be called selfish without argument even though that’s obviously nonsense. He’s confident in this decision because it’s just what’s right to him. He’s wrong because it’s not what Victor wants, but never doubt that Yuuri is a good person, a selfless person, who would give up anything in an instant for someone he loves. 

Yuuri’s mental illness informs a lot of who he is, and it causes him to stumble and sometimes make it LOOK like he’s undervaluing people but he’s undervaluing himself, and he’s such a good person and he’s so filled with love. He’s loving and supporting and sometimes he just needs to find a way to express it and realize that it surrounds him and people love him in return, and the show is so much about that. Don’t underestimate how good a person Yuuri Katsuki is.

in which y/n stands harry up… again…

She tip toed through the door hoping by some grace of god that he wouldn’t be waiting up for her. She carefully peeked her head in each room before the rest of her body followed. It almost seemed as if she’d make it through the night unscathed, that is until she walked into their bedroom and saw him sitting on the bed, lower half tucked underneath the covers as he casually toyed around on his phone. 

He looked up as she entered the room cautiously, and she offered him a small, guilty smile to which he rolled his eyes. “Harry–” she began, but he quickly cut her off. 

“Don’t.”

She dropped her bags and scuttled over to the bed. “I’m sorry, H.”

“I said, ‘don’t’.”

“I know you’re mad, but please just let me explain.”

“Mad?” He chuckled manically. “I was mad the first three times you stood me up. I was mad for the first 45 minutes of sitting in that restaurant actually thinking you were going to show up this time. Now, I’m furious." 

She looked to him with sad eyes. "I tried calling you,” she muttered pitifully.

“Oh yeah thanks for letting me know you weren’t going to make it an hour after you were supposed to be there. Real considerate.” He stood up, rolling his eyes, seemingly too mad to stay seated any longer. 

She was a bit annoyed. It had been a long and trying day. She had every intention of meeting him for dinner, but corporate came down and she was more or less forced into working over time. She couldn’t bail, not when her team and her boss were counting on her, not when her job could possibly be on the line. “I couldn’t get to my phone, Harry. The big bosses came down. I really wanted to be there, but I couldn’t just leave. I’m sorry.”

“These days it just seems like it’s always something with you. You’re leaving early, getting home late, missing every date we set. Is there something you’d like to tell me?”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “I don’t like what you’re insinuating.”

He exhaled heavily. “Well, I don’t know what I’m supposed to think! We never talk anymore!”

"I’m trying to talk to you now, Harry, but you’re refusing to listen!”

He took a few deep breaths before sitting down. “Go on, then.”

She was a bit taken aback by his allowance. She just stood in front of him, blinking, as he waited for her to begin. Her mouth opened and closed a few times before her face twisted into a scowl. “You’re not my principal, and I’m not in trouble. I don’t have to explain myself to you.”

“Actually, I think that’s the least you can do.”

She crossed her arms and furrowed her eyebrows, leaning forward slightly in frustration. “Okay let’s not pretend that you’ve never been on this side of the situation, Mr. Rockstar. I never got this upset with you, though. So, why do you think you have the right to criticise me for any of this?”

He was about to respond, but instead he opted for running his hands down his face, finally calming down. “I’m not…” he paused trying to collect his thoughts. “I’m not trying to criticise you, and I’m sorry for blowing up on you, but I’m frustrated, love.”

“And you think I’m not? Harry, I hate this. I’m exhausted and stressed out all the time. We are the one thing that’s supposed to be easy.”

He nodded his head in agreement a few times, then motioned for her to move forward and into his lap. He nuzzled his face into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent. It was the closest she felt to him in a solid month. “I just want to get back to us. But, I can feel you slipping through my fingers.”

She interlocked their hands. “I’m not going anywhere, H. At the end of the day, I’m always going to be right here. But, my job is super important to me. I like what I’m doing. I’m happy with the way things are right now, so it’d be nice if you could be a little more understanding.”

His face was the one that twisted up this time. “Babe… I have been understanding. I wasn’t even upset the first couple times, but this is becoming a habit. I think I have the right to be a little mad, at this point.”

She sighed heavily, getting up from his lap. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to say. I have to be available for my job. It’s not like I’m intentionally skipping out on you.”

He pulled his knees up to his chest. They were both attempting not to get worked up again. Neither of them enjoyed screaming matches like the one they had a few minutes ago. “So, your job is more important than me now?”

She shot him a slight look of disgust. “Okay, don’t do that. Because honestly? I’ve spent the last couple of years working around your schedule. I made myself available whenever you were. I had to deal with the missed dates and the not being back when you said and the leaving early in the morning and the getting stopped when we’re out because of fans and the constant invasion of privacy. Don’t forget that. I admit there were times when I was upset, more than upset, but I never held it against you. Why can’t you extend me the same courtesy?” She had been pacing the room as she recalled all the struggles she had to face simply because he  was who he was. 

“It’s Not. Just. About. That.”

She let out a small shrill, running her hands through her hair, as she spun on her heels facing him directly. “Then what is it! Please explain it to me!”

“It’s that I don’t feel like you love me anymore!” He closed the distance between them, but still had his voice raised in a way that sent chills down her spine and not in a good way. “I don’t feel like you need me, and that’s terrifying for me because most days I don’t think love is a strong enough word to describe how I feel for you! I know you have to deal with a bunch of BS being with me, but have I ever made you feel like I don’t want you?”

Her face paled considerably and she stood before him completely shell shocked. “No,” she choked out.

“Well, that’s how I feel,” he said, lowering his voice to a normal decibel, relieved that he finally got his point across. “It’s like when I see you, if I see you, walking around you look like the girl I fell in love with, but your mind and heart have already moved on.” He pushed away a few tears that tipped out of his eyes. “And you know you never really apologise for this kind of thing. You’re just like 'I got caught up at work’ or summat and you expect me to get over it.”

She immediately rolled up on her toes, wrapped her arms around his neck, and whispered “I’m sorry,” into his ear until both of their heart rates stopped beating so rapidly. Then, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him nice and slow attempting to relay all the feelings she had for him that she’d been keeping trapped inside. “I love you so much. So so so much. I’m sorry I haven’t been doing a great job at showing it or telling you.”

He leaned into her touch and wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling her as tight as possible, while nodding his head. “I know you don’t need as much verbal and physical confirmation as me, but please humour me, yeah?”

“Of course. I’ve just been so caught up in this project that I’ve been neglecting you, and I’m sorry, genuinely. But, can you do something for me, as well?”

He raised his eyebrows at her.

“Pull me aside and tell me if I’m being a knob, okay? Talk to me. I’m pretty evolved as a human being, but I haven’t quite developed telepathy, yet. Deal?”

He chuckled, sealing their lips together once more. “Deal.”

— aquiver 06 | (m)

aquiver (adj.) [uh-kwiv-er] in a state of trepidation or vibrant agitation; trembling; quivering

pairing— min yoongi x reader
genre/warnings—angst, romance, smut and then more angst…
words— 12,865

:: summary— Yoongi can’t remember the last time he was able to successfully bring himself to the point of orgasm, then Namjoon gives him a business card advertising ‘Healing Hands’, and that’s where he meets you; pretty and innocent looking, who gets paid to provide hand jobs for a living…

note— inspired by the novella ‘The Grownup’ by Gillian Flynn, literally just the main character’s past occupation haha

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