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REBLOG IF YOU THINK MARVEL IS FOR GIRLS TOO

trying to prove a point to my dad

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Reblog if you’ve ever imagined yourself being interviewed with the avengers cast as if you were apart of the movie

I feel like this will get no reblogs because I’ve always felt like I’m the only person who does this haha :)

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Book editor map.

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GIVE WANDA THE RESPECT SHE DESERVES👑👑

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If you’re European, in a couple of weeks you will be denied any and all access to fandom contents on Tumblr and everywhere else on the internet. Here’s why.

On June, 20th the JURI of European Parliament approved of the articles 11 and 13 of the new Copyright Law. These articles are also known as the “Link Tax” and the “Censorship Machines” articles.

Articles 13 in particular forces every internet platform to filter all the contents we upload online, ending once and for all the fandom culture. Which means you won’t be able to upload any type of fandom works like fan arts, fan fictions, gif sets from your favourite films and series, edits, because it’s all copyrighted material. And you won’t also be able to share, enjoy or download other’s contents, because the use of links will be completely restricted.

But not everything’s lost yet. There’s another round of voting scheduled for the early days of July.

What you can do now to save our internet, is to share these informations with all of your family members and friends, and to ask to your MEP (the members of the European Parliament from your country) to vote NO at the next round, to vote against articles 11 and 13.

Here you can find more news and all the details to contact your MEP:

https://saveyourinternet.eu

Also, sign and share this petition:

https://www.change.org/p/european-parliament-stop-the-censorship-machinery-save-the-internet?recruiter=50668942&utm_source=share_petition&utm_medium=twitter&utm_campaign=psf_combo_share_initial

We have just a couple of weeks to stop this complete madness, don’t let them dictating the way we enjoy our internet.

#SaveYourInternet now!

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Hi, everyone!! I’ve had a studyblr for about a week now and have already met so many kind, supportive people. I couldn’t be more thankful. That said, I really wanted to give back to such an amazing community! So here’s my first printable for you! 

It includes:

a 5AM-10PM schedule (for my early hustlers)

‘Top 3 Priorities’ + ‘Can Wait’ categories

a ‘To-Do’ list

Daily Goals, Notes, Doodles

a water tracker (stay hydrated, friends!)

10 Good Things (reflect back on your day and jot down the little things that made you happy even if your day wasn’t the greatest)

They’re available for download in PDF and PNG formats + in pink, blue, yellow, and white! I’ve also made a grid and grid-less version! 

Grid

Blue: pdf / png Pink: pdf / png White: pdf / png Yellow: pdf / png

No Grid

Blue: pdf / png Pink: pdf / png White: pdf / png Yellow: pdf / png

And here’s a link to the entire folder on my DropBox!

Please tag me with #arystudies or mention me if you use these!! I’d love to see them in action. :’) I’m also really curious to see what you all think of them, so please let me know!! 

Happy studying!  

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Rdj if you’re there msg me I want to talk about Tony Stark

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REBLOG IF YOU THINK IS OKAY FOR  A BOY  READ AND/OR WRITE FANFICTION

I’m trying to make a point to a friend

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loki imagine where the reader likes to sing but is shy? And a little insecure about her voice? And loki catches her singing one day and like, is the MOST ENCOURAGING FRIEND EVER and helps her come out of her shell? And eventually helps her get her first gig and is the cutest, most supportive best friend ever?? I know this us long and specific butt pleASE

you never sing

in front of anyone

in fact, you make sure you’re in a secluded wing of the compound anytime you do sing

it’s even better if you’re home alone

which is what you thought the situation was that day

you thought you were totally safe to start singing to yourself

gaining volume as you relax more

you don’t even notice when Loki comes in from one of the balcony doors, forgotten book in hand as he stares at you in quiet wonder

once you’ve finished and fallen silent, he clears his throat gently

and you whip around so fast, cheeks bright, bright red

and he can tell you’re about ready to flee from embarrassment, and he just holds his hands up in defense slowly, desperate not to upset you any further

“Y/N… I don’t mean to impose, but that was the most beautiful singing I’ve ever heard, I had no idea you could sing like that!” “…you….really mean that?”

and he n o d s

and he’s just grinning super encouragingly and he nods and you can’t help but relax a little bit

if you were going to have anyone overhear you, rather your best friend over any of the other avengers

later, once you’ve calmed down a little and you’re both sitting together in the living room

Loki looks up at you with this meek little grin

and you already know exactly what he’s going to ask you

“Would you mind singing something else? It doesn’t have to be much, just… I can’t get over how amazing you sound.”

you have to admit, his little smile is infectious

and despite being a ball of nerves, you agree

it kinda becomes a nightly routine

you guys hang out, in the living room or the library or one of your rooms

and he asks you to sing something

the more you do it, the easier it gets

he even encourages you to start writing more of your own music

he’d listen to you sing for hours tbh

he’s so proud he’s getting you to loosen up a little more

he is the Proudest Friend

months later, you’re both sitting in your room when you get an email from a nearby performance venue

you are V Confusion, as you’ve never contacted this place before in your life

of course, Loki is reading over your shoulder

“You should do it. Perform.” “I don’t know… How did they even find out about me?” “Well… it turns out Stark has some pretty extensive connections. And I may or may not have sent them a recording of you singing.”

you imagine you should feel mad

it is kind of an invasion of privacy

but you’re more shocked than anything, touched

“You… you did this?”

and he nods

and he sets your phone aside and squeezes your hands gently

“You have an amazing talent. And you should share it with the world.”

you’re on the verge of tears

and Loki is just g r i n n i n g

and you realize you’re not as nervous at the prospect as you once might have been

“…Yeah.” “Yeah?” “Yeah!” “Yeah!”

and when Loki shows up to the venue the night of your performance, with a shirt that has your face on it, and a posterboard of encouragement that you can see even from backstage

you can’t help but admit you have the best friend in all of history

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“Everyone thinks I’m showing off when I talk, ridiculous when I’m silent, insolent when I answer, cunning when I have a good idea, lazy when I’m tired, selfish when I eat one bite more than I should…”

— Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl

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this is the money dog, repost in the next 24 hours and money will come your way!!

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http://thequietplaceproject.com/thedreamsroom/comfortspot

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It’s worked for white people, I figured I might as well give it a shot.

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D&D Stats Explained with Tomatoes

mindchildofmadness submits:

Strength is being able to crush a tomato.

Dexterity is being able to dodge a tomato.

Constitution is being able to eat a bad tomato.

Intelligence is knowing a tomato is a fruit.

Wisdom is knowing not to put a tomato in a fruit salad.

Charisma is being able to sell a tomato based fruit salad.

(Source)

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i just stumbled upon this meme and loved it so much I needed to do it with a by no means exhaustive list of AWESOME LADIES 

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The tortured princess  (manuscript)

‘Felix made a pitiful attempt at looking intimidating with his own eyes brimming with tears "Artemis. Why is your dress...sewn onto your body?"’

Chapter 1: Artemis

                            Meaning unknown, possibly related either to Greek αρτεμης    (artemes) "safe" or αρταμος (artamos) "a butcher".

He stared at the charred night sky.

Celebrations for the Night of the Crown were taking place at the villages, her royal highness had come to visit the Citadel. A snake in a gold plated dress. The piece of black metal beside him felt as tempting as ever, the sound of bullets going off a distant music to his ears.

Night of the crown, it sounded funny to him. It was meant to be a princess’ coronation, not a glorified killing spree.

The colors of the balloons - red. The expressions on their faces -  fear. The topic at the dinner table - death.

With his Beretta 92 still hanging from his waist, the young boy finished the deep violet liquid in his cup and once again slipped into the crowd. It was going to be a long night.

...meanwhile...

"Please wear the dress miss, your father will be mad."

"With all due respect, Maya, I really do not care." said the princess, soon to be Queen of Rusina with an eye roll fit for royalty. Her blue ripped jeans stubbornly attached to her legs. She stabbed the pasta with a fork.

"But miss-"

"I said no." Artemis got up and pushed the grey-eyed maid against the wall, her fork pushing into Maya's neck. "And if you know what is best for you then you would listen. I have created the Lisk and only I can create the antidote," she pushed the fork a little deeper, the dark skin beneath was red. "Understood?"

The expression on Maya's face could only be described as white noise. "Understood."

The fork clattered onto the floor and the heir left, ready to take her crown and kill anyone who came in the way.

...a few hours later...

He inspected the Heir through his leafy hideout, gun in hand. What he was expecting, however, was the teen equivalent of the evil queen from sleeping beauty, not a little girl crying herself a bloody ocean.

Eyes sliding around this little park right outside the glimmering castle. The boy smiled at the two hundred plus armed soldiers on the ramparts that would no doubt shoot, burn or steam him on the spot before he tried to walk out of a suspiciously empty park with a dead Princess.  

That’s when he saw a scrawny blond kid approach the princess, just in time.

"I-uh Arty? Aren't you supposed to be at your coronation?" The blond said.

The silver-haired princess glared at him through bloodshot eyes. "Will you idiots ever leave me alone?! Honestly, Felix. Tell yourself and Father and everybody else in that dumb citadel to fuck off because-"  She trudged forward, kicking a Nordic vase and pulling out a jagged dagger dripping with white liquid in the process "-I am done with a bunch of power hungry dudes moving me around like a chess piece" She abruptly struck his arm, in fact, if he hadn't moved; it would have been his heart.  

Felix immediately pulled the dagger out of her hand and threw it away, right under a certain assassin hosting tree.  

Who slipped on a pair of gloves and picked the knife up.

Artemis laughed, but with the crimson eyes and blood dripping out of multiple gashes, it wasn't a pretty sight. "Oh please, you look like a deer caught in headlights, it was not Lisk, just paint" She chuckled again and soon the manic howling resembled something darker.

Felix made a pitiful attempt at looking intimidating with his own eyes brimming with tears "Artemis. Why is your dress...sewn onto your body?" And it was true. The golden silk was sewn onto her arms and legs, hips and chest, blood still dripping from the thread that had pierced her translucent skin.

Something flickered across her face before the laughter came back. "Oh, this?" she giggled and twirled showing more of the silk gown. “Father got this for me, isn't it beautiful?" Her voice cracked.

A/N: FIRST OFF, CAN I ALL JUST SAY I LOVE YOU, like seriously, thank you for reblogging, liking, and commenting on my Irondad one-shot. Thank you for reading this chapter. thank you for tolerating this author’s note. JUST, T H A N K Y O U. 

This is the first chapter of an original story that I’m working on, and we all know original works don’t get as much love as fanfics and fanart do on Tumblr and so, us writers get less love :( which is why if you enjoyed this chapter, then like or reblog or comment so I know there’s someone out there who wants to read the shit I write. (also, so I remember to put up the second chapter) 

With just as much love as ever, 

Amaan