~ can you see the bubble

I love going into the olicity tag and seeing these sob story protests, seeing people defend a bully who insulted my post in her post, and taking no issue with the fact that she started the drama and its not the first time she’s done this (with me) and seeing y'all say “it’s unacceptable to drive someone off of a tumblr” even though that was purely that persons prerogative. No one told her she had to run off of Tumblr. She’s not in danger. She used her “power” with her high status and popularity in the fandom to talk about my post negatively and with superiority and I called her out on being a bully about it and she made herself the victim. You guys need to stop being so biased. Anyone can see she started it and brought it on herself. This ain’t about being negative or positive about Arrow/olicity, this ain’t about a bubble, it’s about a popular olicity blogger trying to talk smack about me and when I was woman enough to @ her and tell her to take her issues with me to my face instead of to her thousands of followers, she acted like she was innocent and decided to run.

It’s about y'all excusing bullying. No matter how many ship polls and SOTYs this fandom wins, I maintain that I’ve seen a lot of ugly from y'all among ppl who don’t agree with you. You can’t claim to be against hate but at the same time allow a popular blogger to get away with talking about someone else in the fandom. This is not the first time she’s done this to me. I’ve spoken to this blogger in the past about being a passive aggressive bully on my post and she apologized for it. So the fact that she all of a sudden doesn’t know how to speak to me when she has an issue with me is interesting. And seeing y'all pretend like she’s not in the wrong once again passive aggressively attacking my post behind my back and act like people like me are the bad guys for defending myself is hilarity and hypocrisy at its prime.

Sticking With the Schuylers (18C)

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Hey, hey, hey! Here it is! It’s 18C!

(You guys are lucky I love you, you’ve been very spoiled lately. It’s also the combination of your responses to the parts, I get so excited over them I can’t even deal.)

In the conclusion of 18, we finally get to see things with Alex and Eliza come together.


               Alexander’s voice is smooth and gentle, shaking only from the pounding of his feet on concrete. The phone is pressed so hard to Eliza’s ear that it begins to ache, but she makes no move to loosen her grip on it. His words, his counting…she follows along and although her head is still spinning, her fingers tingling and her body frozen in place, she can feel her heart rate slowing down enough to call the elevator. It’s perfect timing; when she gets to the ground floor he’s on his way in, arguing with raised hands to the manager that won’t let him up.

               He’s a frenzy of a person, long hair pulled up in a ponytail that lets tendrils of flyaways fall in front of his eyes. He’s wearing jeans and a hoodie-which she thinks must be the issue by the way the manager is eyeing his street-worn converse. But Alexander, in all of his disarray, is an immediate relief. When he notices her he rushes forward, letting her fall gratefully into his arms. Suddenly, she’s grounded. Her problems haven’t gone away-they’re far from subsiding-but having him here has dulled them to a minor ache. Elizabeth barely notices the manager’s awkward glance between them, her in her lacy aqua mid-thigh dress and Alexander in his old Columbia hoodie. She doesn’t even care. Alexander keeps one arm wrapped tight around her as he leads her from the hotel and onto the busy city streets, listening to the clicking of her heels as the ragged tempo of her breathing courses through his arm. He does the talking, calming her with stories of his latest run-in with ‘that asshole Jefferson’ between bouts of reassuring words.

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sooo, thanks to the lovely @newtscorched for tagging me(go follow her!!:))

Rules: put your music on shuffle, list the first 9 songs and your favourite lyrics from each, then tag 10 other people to participate.

1) Gasoline ~ Halsey

And all the people say
You can’t wake up, this is not dream
You’re part of a machine, you’re not a human being
Low on self esteem, so you run on gasoline
I think there’s a flaw in my code
These voices won’t leave me alone
Well my heart is gold and my hands are cold

2) Chained to the rhythm ~ Katy Perry

So comfortable we ’re living in a bubble, bubble
So comfortable we cannot see the trouble, trouble
Are you lonely?
Up there in Utopia?

3) Bird set free ~ Sia

Yeah there’s a scream inside that we are frightened
We hold on so thight, we cannot deny
Eats us alive, oh it eats is alive

4) Blurryface Mega-Mashup ~ Twenty øne piløts (omg listen to this mashup!!it’s perfect)

5) Centuries ~ Fall out boy

We’ve been here forever
And here’s the frozen proof
I could scream forever
We are the poisoned youth

6) Shape of you ~ Ed Sheeran

Girl you know i want your love
Your love was handmade for somebody like me

7) Mercenary (Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials) ~ ??? (i love this soundtrack so much, it’s also my ringtone lol)

8) Mrs Potato Head ~ Melanie Martinez

Don’t be dramatic it’s only some plastic
No one will love you if you’re unattractive
Oh, Mrs. Potato Head, tell me
Is it true that pain is beauty?
Does a new face come with a warranty?
Will a pretty face make it better?

9) Alone together - Fall out boy

It’s not my fault I’m a maniac
It’s not funny anymore, no it’s not
My heart is like a stallion
They love it more when it’s broken
Do you wanna feel beautiful
I’m outside the door, invite me in
So we can go back and play pretend

I highly recommend to listen to all this songs i love all of them!! so i tag @fjrebolt@shdandan96 @subjecta2-fanvergentfangirl @gingerglader @lilygrabharryandrun @lilyevians @giraffingthetardis @netwmas @newtandthediamonds @thefandomrunner

She has a certain presence about her. It’s hard to explain– you’ll usually see her alone in a crowd and it’ll makes you curious. Once you approach her though, she’ll give you a smile and you can tell she’s a little awkward, kinda shy, but open and friendly as well. Something about the way she carries herself makes you feel comfortable to be yourself. Your first impression would probably make you think she’s this bubbly, carefree soul. She’s very good at adapting to her surroundings– but if you take another glance, you’ll notice something more.

It’s subtle, you won’t find it if you aren’t really looking. If you’re lucky, you might catch a glimpse of who she really is. Maybe in something she’ll say in passing or when you make eye contact with her. She’s been hurt many times, encountered hardships and a lot of unnecessary negativity in her life. She has a past, a chapter in her life she doesn’t speak about. She overcame all of it and wears a smile on her face. She will talk and joke and befriend you, but you’ll never really know who she is beneath the surface unless she chooses to show it.

More often than not, she won’t.

—  aftertheam, Perspective of me from someone else’s POV

Stickers and filters for your photos and GIFs.
A new thing in your Tumblr app.  

Rolling out today and tomorrow in the iOS and Android apps: Over 100 extremely relevant stickers for your photos and GIFs. Put a wig on your head. Put an egg on your dog. Achieve personal magnificence.

Q: Where are the stickers??!?

A: Make a new photo or GIF post and look for this face at the bottom of your screen:

Push it. Now you see stickers. 

Q: Can I combine stickers with text?

A: Yup. We put assorted speech and thought bubble stickers in there for that reason exactly.   

Q: Besides posts, where else can I use stickers?

A: If you make a GIF through Tumblr messaging in the app, you’ll have an opportunity to cover it with stickers first. And if you use an iPhone, Tumblr has an iMessage app that you can use to make GIFs and text them to your contacts. Stickers are a part of it now.

Q: Are there more stickers coming?

A: Yep! If you don’t see your favorite object/word/abstract concept represented here, stay tuned.

Q: What about those filters you mentioned? I want to totally scorch this GIF I’m working on.

A: Oh yeah, the filters! We threw in a few filters. They’re intense. Tap the magic wand and enjoy.

Have a big conversation inside a little bubble.

See a post you’ve just got to reply to? That’s what the reply bubble is for.

Tap it to start a conversation, or jump to one that’s already happening. It’ll go everywhere the post goes, as it travels from Tumblr to Tumblr and dashboard to dashboard.

Look for that friendly bubble on the bottom of a post, give it a tap, type your thing, feel great.

Go bubble hunting

By the way, you’re in charge of your conversation: You can choose who can join by setting the rules over in your blog settings; and you can delete individual replies by tapping or clicking them.

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“is that your way of comforting me?” “maybe”

this was supposed to be some kind of zombie apocalypse/the walking dead au requested by @sigh–onara but honestly i don’t even know anymore

Celebrating African-American Social Dance

This is the Bop. The Bop is a type of social dance. Dance is a language, and social dance is an expression that emerges from a community. A social dance isn’t choreographed by any one person. It can’t be traced to any one moment. Each dance has steps that everyone can agree on, but it’s about the individual and their creative identity Because of that, social dances bubble up, they change, and they spread like wildfire. They are as old as our remembered history.

In African-American social dances, we see over 200 years of how African and African-American traditions influenced our history. The present always contains the past. And the past shapes who we are and who we will be.

Now, social dance is about community and connection; if you knew the steps, it meant you belonged to a group. But what if it becomes a worldwide craze? Enter the Twist.

It’s no surprise that the Twist can be traced back to the 19th century, brought to America from the Congo during slavery. But in the late ‘50s, right before the Civil Rights Movement, the Twist is popularized by Chubby Checker and Dick Clark. Suddenly, everybody’s doing the Twist: white teenagers, kids in Latin America, making its way into songs and movies. Through social dance, the boundaries between groups become blurred.

The story continues in the 1980s and '90s. Along with the emergence of hip-hop, African-American social dance took on even more visibility, borrowing from its long past, shaping culture and being shaped by it. Today, these dances continue to evolve, grow and spread.

Why do we dance? To move, to let loose, to express.

Why do we dance together? To heal, to remember, to say: “We speak a common language. We exist and we are free.”

From the TED-Ed Lesson The history of African-American social dance - Camille A. Brown

Camille A. Brown is a choreographer fusing dance and social commentary to explore race, sexuality and femininity.

Title Design by Kozmonot Animation Studio 

Some sapphic date ideas

this is in no way a complete list so you should totally add to it!! (also none of them are really original)

  • Sleepover with movie, snacks, cuddling and deep conversations about aliens
  • Op shopping (thrift shopping) for cute outfits OR find the ugliest outfit for each other so you can make it into something you’ll remember
  • Ice cream in the park or a picnic
  • a ‘study’ date where you doodle all over each other’s books
  • a mini bake off
  • go to the beach or somewhere and draw or take photos of the pretty things there
  • stargazing
  • do each other’s makeup blindfolded
  • pillow forts!!
  • go see a movie and sneakily kiss when the lights are off
  • put some comfy clothes in the dryer and then go out into the rain and jump in puddles, when you get back the clothes will be one and you can enjoy warm cuddles. 
  • road trips with mixtapes
  • take a bubble bath together with music
  • aquariums!!
  • board games and chocolate
  • draw each other
  • read your favourite books to each other 
  • bike ride together and make a date wherever you end up
Dollar Tree

Basically this is going to be a run down of things I see there almost every time I go, if not every single time, that I believe can be used in witchcraft seeing as I keep getting asks about it (I don’t mind - it’s just easier to make a post about it) so here we go…

  • Bags full of - sand, shells, rocks, & colorful glass
  • Candles - loads of types + colors, but don’t buy the tealight ones if you have access to a Walmart because it’s $1 for 16 at Dollar Tree & $3 for 100 at Walmart
  • Tealight wax + oil burners
  • Food section - herbs, spices, sea salt, & tea
  • Glassware - bowls of various shape & depth, vases, cups, jars, candle holders (many types), & candy dishes
  • Bath magick supplies - bath salts, bubble bath, ect
  • Seeds - 4 packs for $1 & they have so many types
  • Decorations - faux butterflies + birds, wind chimes, occasionally angels, & faux lace dollies aka paper
  • Craft supplies - thread (packs of 8), ribbon, twine, yarn, notebooks, pens + pencils, ect
  • Divination - playing cards
  • Glamour - so much makeup & nail polish

That’s all I can remember off the top of my head, but that’s a lot all on it’s own! 🌿

Venus in the Houses

In the 1st: The Knight

You wear your heart on your sleeve not in sensitivity, but with bravery. You come as you are; always ready to fight for what you love.

In the 2nd: Dionysus

The melody in your heart oozes out of you as a siren song, taking pleasure in all you feel in your heart. You let the richness take over your very being.

In the 3rd: The Hummingbird

Ever-flitting, ever-flying; so envied and admired. You move impossibly fast, it takes focus to see your wings oh but we hear the beautiful music they make as you pass us by with your jeweled feathers.

In the 4th: The Envelope

Your lover is your letter, you the envelope. You carry them safely to their destination, recognizing precious words and beauty as the truth. Oh but how easily battered you can be, please bubble-wrap your loving heart.

In the 5th: The Leather Jacket

You wear your heart as a coat, whether worn or new or real or fake. You exist as a symbol of yourself you create out of your own fabric. Expression is your savior, savor it.

In the 6th: The Furrowed Brow

The worrier, the servant, the loyal. You do not let it all show, you stand poised and sure but that one little crease, that only little wrinkle expresses it all. You do not have to stand impossibly tall, sit down. It’s okay.

In the 7th: The Nymph

Either fairy or seductress, you walk lightly and nervously about. You are sweet, whispered nothings in the sunset fields; whether they mean something or not…

In the 8th: The Taxidermist

You sculpt around you in stillness and a resistance to trust and to allowing the world to move around you. Your taboo necromancy is intense and even scary, but if they looked beneath they’d see that you simply create out of what is before you.

In the 9th: The Wanderer

The free spirit full of self-destructive flightiness, unwilling to fully let go for what else is out there? You feel yourself on the precipice, not sure whether to let go and fall down down down into the wind or continue to resist.

In the 10th: The Willow

The wise beauty of movement and stillness wrapped together in harmony with all around you. That surprising snap and wit lurking in your calming vines, it haunts and provides all at once.

In the 11th: The Amphibian

Master of water and land, you can go in and out with ease, but can’t quite seem to choose which you truly want. Perhaps the company around you is enough, but maybe if you dive down deeper or climb up higher you’ll find something better than you recognize.

In the 12th: The Saved

They fall into the hot spring in the middle of the night with you, sipping wine and sharing kisses and admissions of vulnerability that drift into the night. But don’t let them drown, for they so easily can if they are not wary.

But y'all imagine with me for a second a scene that’s not even centered on Malec but the camera pans over to them and they’re standing there lost in their own little bubble, Magnus’ arms around Alec’s neck and Alec holding Magnus tenderly by the waist and they’re laughing about something one of them said and Alec leans in and presses a kiss to Magnus’ forehead and Magnus beams at him, his smile full of love, and he takes Alec’s face in his hands and peppers quick kisses on Alec’s cheek and is smothering him with love and Alec is laughing joyfully, his cheeks rosy and his arms still around Magnus’ waist as Magnus continues pecking him on the cheek, the two men only having eyes for each other and are so in love that they get lost in another world when they are with the other.

I believe in magic.
No I don’t believe in wizards hiding in the shadows pointing wands and shouting incantations. I don’t think there’s witches standing over bubbling cauldrons cackling as they stir in frog legs and unicorn tears. I have no illusion of necromancers summoning the dead in Louisiana as they try to evade death.
No, I believe in something small. Something you never see. Something that lies in the air in comfortable moments. Something that can’t be made or summoned. I believe in a feeling that warms your toes and makes life seem peaceful. It reminds you that the world isn’t perfect, but for one calming moment, it could be.
I believe in magic that is different for everyone. I’ll never experience the same magic moment as someone else. And they’ll never experience the same one twice.
It happens on a dirt road in summer when it’s not hot, but it’s warm enough the windows need to be down. When you’re driving under the speed limit past a field and an old Johnny Cash song starts playing.
It’s being at an outdoor concert when people pull out lighters, not their phones, and sway in unison. The artist holds a note longer then the band plays and their voice cracks.
It’s driving through a city in the middle of the night when the windows are down but they leave you with a chill. There’s a few lights on in buildings and the radio cuts out for one beautiful, silencing moment.
It’s going to an old post office before hours and hearing your steps echoing through the vaulted ceilings. The automatic lights take a second so there’s a bone chilling darkness before the buzzing of the lights start.
It’s waking up early on a trip in a new city and going to the lobby so you don’t wake anyone and it’s completely empty because it’s the front deskman’s break. You can see the steam from the coffee you just poured while sitting in a stiff, overstuffed chair, then the sliding doors open and someone drags their bags in from the frigid morning air.
You can never make the moment and you can feel it when you’re there.
I believe in magic. I don’t believe in witches and wizards or necromancers. But I believe in simple magic that happens in ordinary moments.
—  KJS // Excerpt from the book I’ll never write #66. 

anonymous asked:

So..... I see yoosung x MC taking bath together picture... can you do one for MCx707?

Doing some warmup sketch thingies to get out of my art slump and clearing out some inbox asks at the same time.

Sorry for taking so long orz

Most the time I don’t answer is because I can’t think of anything or what I think of is too complicated OTL

Probably not what you were expecting? But Seven and MC would totally play in the bath and style their hair with bubbles lol

I shoulda added some floating kitty bath toys or something lol

media matters to people who wonder how they’re going to make it to the next day; it matters to people who work a thankless job and need something to go home to at the end of it all; it matters to closeted people and depressed people and anxious people and people who need an escape and people who need a reason to go on. 

media can let you dream. It can be a space for creativity, it can be an outlet. It can be something that inspires you. it can help someone discover who they are. it can be the lens through which someone see themselves, and there is nothing with that. media shapes perceptions of groups with which we have less interaction. media gives us access to worlds that don’t exist within our bubble, whether that bubble is manhattan or rural montana or far eastern russia. media can be a force for good and a force for enormous evil. 

don’t you go telling me that media doesn’t matter or that they’re “just fictional characters”. it’s more than words on a page.

How about a children’s birthday party set in an alternate universe where donkeys evolved to be the dominant species. There’s a few children playing a version of Buckaroo involving a plastic human man where you have to load him up with little plastic thought bubbles that contain words/phrases such as ‘inferiority complex’, 'social anxiety’ and 'money issues’. In the background we can see children playing 'pin the tail on the man’ (obviously the 'tail’ will have to be blurred). Finally, there are a few blindfolded children with baseball bats trying to smack the sweets out of a papier mache representation of a Mexican man.

Leo Nicoletti

Bubble Bath with Negan

For Ash’s 2k writing challenge! As you can probably guess by the title, I chose the bubble bath prompt. I hope you all enjoy reading it, and let me know what you think! Also, I’m not sure why on some, the “keep reading” thing isn’t visible. So if you can’t see it, just go to my blog. The full post is there. 😉

Summary: Negan has been stressed out lately, so you decide to give him a night of relaxation… ;)

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Swearing, Unprotected Sex.

Characters: Negan & You

Words: 1977

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

Living at the sanctuary was usually great. Most everyone here got along pretty well, with the exception of a few ungrateful workers. As one of Negan’s wives, you had no right to complain. Life was pretty much as great as it could be, given the circumstances. Negan and the Saviors had found you in the woods one day, half out of your mind and very sick. They brought you back, gave you a place to stay, food, medicine, and well, exactly what it’s called. They gave you a sanctuary.

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