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so i’ve been writing fanfic, which is not unusual. but this time, i’m going to post some. fucking plot twist my peeps. at this point there’s about 25k of it, and it is nowhere near finished, but i’ve been the only one to see it so far and i think some feedback would be good, so, here ya go: chapter 1 of “i’m going to fix everything if it kills me with some obianidala thrown in there for funsies” (yeah it needs a shorter title). it has also not been beta’d so do please mention any mistakes. read more for angtsy bullshit on mustafar ;)

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Person: who's your OTP?
Me: ...From what fandom?
Person: ...
Me: ...Are you only expecting 1 answer? Or am I naming all 27 of them?
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Three months after being promoted to general and gaining access to all First Order personnel files, Hux “accidentally” deleted his file, and oh no his first name is no longer on file due to an “error”

The question now is: what is his middle name?
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And it’s not just a small town. 

I’m forever banned from stepping foot on what is virtually 1/5th of Scotland’s landmass. 

For those of you wondering, it involved my disgruntled ancestor, the modern day equivalent of a 5 dollar refund, angry townspeople, and a ban on my entire bloodline until the end of time.

I really want to hear this story

If this gets to a hundred notes, I’ll give you more details. 

Alright, gather around. So way way back in the 1700′s, my respectable relative decided that they wanted to go traveling. Their crops had come in on time, they weren’t dying of tuberculosis, and, for once, the English weren’t trying to kill them. So, naturally, they ventured South to a small village in the Hebrides for a nice ‘tropical’ vacation. Upon reaching said village, they came across an inn. 

Now, the Scottish, being the wild party animals that they are, were having a dance that night. This dance must have looked like a lot of fun, because my relative in question decided to pay a modest fee of what would be 5 dollars in today’s world to get in. Everything was going great, until 10 minutes later, the inn decided to close for the night. My dude was NOT having it. They demanded a refund, but the innkeeper said no. 

Shenanigans promptly ensued. They wanted their 5 dollars, and by God, THEY WOULD GET IT. Unfortunately, there was a no refund policy. I don’t know what was worse, the fact that they were robbed of 5 bucks, or that they were thrown so violently off their groove. I will never know what really happened next that night that was so bad, so awful, so absolutely mortifying that it warranted exile, but one can’t help but imagine. Was it murder? Heresy? A combination of both?

In the end, the townspeople chased them off, banished them, and cursed their very name. If they, or any of their children, or their children’s children’s children decided to step foot back on that island, there would be goddamn hell to pay. 

If I could choose to travel back in time to any one place, it would be this very same event. I mean, I have questions. Did my ancestor kick ass and take names, or did they get their ass kicked? What else would they do for 5 dollars? Was wreaking havoc on a small town and forever shaming the family name worth it? Was it honestly worth the 5 fricking dollars?

If I were you I would try to go to that island and see if that ban is still even relevant

Go to the island. Go To The Island. GO TO THE ISLAND!
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I’m so mad because this worked

help me roger

Reblogging myself because

Originally posted by gifs-for-the-masses

Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?


………my friend has made me curious

help me roger

Update: after I reblogged this someone messaged me offering me tickets to the sold out Hausu screening with a Q&A and autograph session with the director

These never work for me, but here’s to trying.

I don’t believe in these things

But last time I reblogged one ten/fifteen minutes later I got a call offering me a job

But I reblogged it because I was waiting on hearing back from the job. So there you go.

Roger is cute.

lets see if this works

Please help me, Roger! 😭

my last finals are today I ain’t risking it

help me get money, Roger

The lottery, studies, housing and love! Please Roger! At least one of these!!
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there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait!

Okay, but here’s the thing I’m fascinated by:

The show begins with Burr coming onto an empty stage in that burgundy coat.  "How does a bastard, orphan,“ etc.  Everyone else comes out in their off-white “storyteller” costumes, the ones that allow them to represent everyone and no one.  Daveed is both Jefferson and Lafayette; Jasmine is both Peggy and Maria.  Even Hamilton doesn’t have that brown coat until Eliza puts it on him.  (Later she takes it from him and Burr gives him his blue soldier’s coat, which killed me.)

In other words, every single character is able to take off their identity except Burr.  From the moment he first appears, the only character in a distinguishing color, he’s branded, and by the end of the song, he tells us why: I’m the damn fool that shot him.

Now I’m the villain in your history.

Hamilton can be forgotten (not necessarily a mercy, since that was clearly his greatest fear), but Burr doesn’t have that luxury.  From the very first scene, he’s stained with wine-red.  He’s not permitted to let us forget what he’s done.
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i’m gonna lay my head down on your shoulder and run,
all that we know will get old, and with you i’ll unfold

@lectorel - Behold! feral!vaderkin and glumly-resigned Obi-Wan!
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Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice. Some are made of witch and wolf and a little bit of vice | nikita gill
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Oh gods, come on brain, let’s be coherent for a bit. *Drinks more wine because yes that will help I make smart choices*

It happens so fast that Rex is barely even sure what happened. One minute there is an ear-piercing screech filling the air that has everyone doubling over in pain. Then Obi-Wan was stumbling forwards, into the blasted artifact that started the whole mess. There was a flash of light, and then the screeching stopped, as suddenly as it had begun.

Rex staggers to his feet. He can hear cursing from more than one brother (Fives and Boil are particularly vocal in their displeasure), but it’s faint as his ears are still ringing. His thoughts feel oddly scattered, until he sees the piles of robes in from of the artifact, and everything comes hurtling into painful clarity. Rex grabs Cody’s arm, yanking his brother to his feet, before he is dashing forwards and kneeling down, sudden panic struggling for control.

There is a movement, and then the pile shifts to reveal that the robes are still, in fact, being warn. By a child. A youngling, with short cut hair, red as fire, and wide, scared, green-blue eyes that Rex would know anywhere, who couldn’t be must older than eight standard, by normal human standards.

Rex can’t even begin to understand, to believe, how this could be happening. He tries to keep his voice soft, his posture nonthreatening, all the same.


“Sir?” Cody kneels down a half step behind Rex.

The boy’s eyes go wider, and Rex feels a sudden swell of panic that is not his own, before it…not quite vanishes, but something close.

Footsteps ring out in the tiny anti-chamber, and General Skywalker comes thundering in, Commander Tano, Echo, Waxer, and a few others at his heels.

“What happened?! Where’s Obi-Wan?!” Skywalker demands, voice echoing off the stone walls louder than the sound of his feet.

The boy squeaks, and suddenly, somehow, he has tucked himself neatly in to Rex’s arms, hiding his face against the Captain’s breast-plate. On instinct, Rex wraps his arm around the child, resting one hand in his hair.

“Shh, shh,” He murmurs, “It’s okay. You’re safe, Little One.”

Obi-Wan curls tighter against him, and Force preserve him, Rex can feel the tiny body trembling against him.

He doesn’t mean to glare at Skywalker. Honestly, he doesn’t. It just…happens.

Skywalker stops short, and his eyes widen. “Is that-?”

Rex nods.

“What happened?” Tano asks, but her voice is quieter than that of her Master.

“We set off some kind of defensive mechanism,” Fives explains. “It seemed to disorient General Kenobi, and he stumbled, falling against that.” He points to the odd, intricately carved hunk of purple-blue rock they had discovered.

Both Jedi frown, and Skywalker moves towards Rex and Obi-Wan. “Master?”

The boy in Rex’s arms makes no reply, only peeks out from under his arm, before hiding himself once again.

“Master, it’s me. Anakin. Do you know who I am?” Skywalker asks.

A long silence rings out, and then;

“Where am I?”

Obi-Wan’s voice is high and frightened, the words shaking in a way that makes Rex’s chest ache.

“Where’s Bant and Garen?” Obi-Wan looks up Rex, and his eyes fill with tears. “Want to go home.”

Fuck. Rex hugs the child version of his…lover? Boyfriend? They had never discussed the specifics - closer, and presses a gentle kiss to the top of his head. Obi-Wan cuddled closer, and for a moment Rex could feel waves of WarmSafeGood washing over him.

“Don’t worry, Little One. We’ll get you home.”

He has no idea what to do, but Rex’ll be dammed if he isn’t going to protect this child to his last breath, for as long as he needs it.
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A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery. He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, “My car broke down. Do you think I could stay the night?”
The monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car. As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound.
The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”
The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way.
Some years later, the same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.
The monks accept him, feed him, even fix his car. That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier.
The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, “We can’t tell you. You’re not a monk.”
The man says, “All right, all right. I’m *dying* to know. If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?”
The monks reply, “You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles. When you find these numbers, you will become a monk.”
The man sets about his task. Forty-five years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery. He says, “I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are 145,236,284,232 blades of grass and 231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.”
The monks reply, “Congratulations. You are now a monk. We shall now show you the way to the sound.”
The monks lead the man to a wooden door, where the head monk says, “The sound is right behind that door.”
The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked. He says, “Real funny. May I have the key?”
The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.
Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone.
The man demands the key to the stone door.
The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby.
He demands another key from the monks, who provide it.
Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire.
So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald, silver, topaz, and amethyst.
Finally, the monks say, “This is the last key to the last door.”
The man is relieved to no end.
He unlocks the door, turns the knob, and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound.
But I can’t tell you what it is because you’re not a monk
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Last night while I was shooting landscapes there was baby rabbits hanging near by with their mom. I could not resist to take some photos of them. As I’m not an animal photographer with 10-25k€ tele zooms and it was quite dark already, I had to shoot very slow shutter speed and tripod. I zoomed at one spot where they were hanging and set up interval timer: one pic in every 2 s.  I had to make few gif beside cute photos. …super awwwwww!!  

I think is the best when things like that happen when you least expect it. 

Shot with Canon 5dmk3, 100-400mm USM L  f4.5 / 5.6  / ISO 4000 / 0,5s. 

Syöte, Finland.  3th Aug 2016.

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fanfiction writers [about canon]:
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this is the money zeke, reblog in 10 seconds and money will come
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And maybe even capitalism.

Please money reaper

Plz I’m starting college

if enough of us invoke him maybe it will work

shiiit. let’s go

I’ll reblog to kill capitalism

^ hear hear 
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The situation with my mother has only gotten worse, landing me in a mental hospital, and causing some unhealthy tendencies in my behavior. I need to get out. I turn 17 in December, and in my state you’re allowed to move out then.

this is where you all come in. I have no way of getting to and from a job, because of funds. I can’t go through drivers training even, because my family refuses to pay for it, not to mention my transition. I cannot afford hormones, or SRS.

I hate to ask this of everyone, I really do. but please please reblog and or donate if you see this, I can’t live like this anymore. please.
message me for more details on donating, and REBLOG

there’s no way people will see this if you don’t reblog. I’m in a very tough situation.

for anyone that donates, you will get an automatic follow from me if you don’t already have one, and a sketched drawing/painting/pixel drawing.

thank you all for being here for me.

not space aesthetic but please help!


here is the link!
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UPDATE:  y’all i’m almost out of toilet paper and given that i have a bladder condition unfortunately I can’t just. Not pee or something lol. If I could just get 20-30 dollars to try and scrape by for the rest of the month i’d appreciate it immensely. thank you for all the help so far. every dollar helps keep me fed.  


so we found out today mom’s got bone marrow cancer. the situation is weird in that, the doctor confirmed she does have cancer, and it is there, but her blood count has been bouncing back and forth and they can’t peg down what specific kind it is, and thus they can’t do anything about treating it right now. all they can do is just keep doing blood work and testing and keep an eye on things to see what happens. 

the amount of money for the constant blood work and doctor’s visits, plus the money for my own care for my chronic illness plus the mess with my dad suing us wrt the divorce that’s been final for two years is bringing up more debts than we have money to pay, and each expense or medical bill brings us that much closer to being homeless. 

consider this my permanent donation post. i’m really going to need as much help as I can get for the foreseeable future. im sorry to keep doing this but we only have so much income, and with me being disabled and unable to work, it’s just not enough. please boost this, and if you can, donate to my paypal please. 

i really don’t want to be homeless. i’m mentally ill, trans, disabled and can’t work and i really, really don’t want to be homeless. 
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My AU Photoset: Obikin + Genie of the lamp lightsaber

Requested by: anon (This is very loosely based on your prompt and is probably not want you wanted. Sorry anon!)

What if Obi-Wan found himself trapped in his lightsaber after he died? When Vader ignites the lightsaber, he is surprised to see force!ghost/genie!Obi-Wan. Neither are particularly happy to see each other. Vader thinks he’s being haunted but Obi-Wan can’t figure out a way to disconnect himself from his lightsaber. Will they figure out a way for Obi-Wan to move on? Features: angsty conversations, painful memories, soul-searching, and a glimmer of the good in Vader. Spoiler: Forgiveness is the way for Obi-Wan to move on but will he figure this out?

Leave an AU and a pairing in my ask and I’ll give you the plot of the fic I won’t write for it & a photoset!
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Guys, please help me! My parents lost nearly everything in this terrible flood and we are struggling with bills and emotional exhaustion. I still don’t have internet and the home I grew up in is destroyed. So, I am reaching out to the community I love for help during this trying time. PLEASE REBLOG! We need all the help we can get!
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Okay not a baby tooth, but my brother hit me with a pvc pipe and destroyed my front tooth when I was in 6th grade
Also I had a permanent tooth growing sideways so I had to have surgery to remove the baby tooth and put the other one in place

The only one I can remember is my dad yanking one out with a pair of pliers lmao

we were at hometown buffet and my front tooth was loose so i could NOT eat my teriyaki chicken wings and that pissed me off so bad i punched myself in the mouth, casually set my tooth on the table, and went on eating my chicken wings, much to my nana’s horror

I was around five or six and sitting watching the animated version of the Lord of the Rings in our basement playroom. My tooth was only a little bit loose at the beginning of the movie, but by the end of it, I had wiggled and jerked it around so much that I was able to pull it right out my mouth.

I can’t remember loosing my first tooth, but I can remember the aftermath very, very well. Apparently, there was still some food on it or something, because I went to wash it off in the bathroom sink - only for it to slip and fall between my fingers and go down the drain. I was devastated. My parents ended up actually uncoupling the pipes below the sink in an effort to get my tooth out of them - which they did, and very successfully.

…I must have been screaming and crying so much for them to go to those lengths. I have the sudden urge to apologize to them.
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Without any extra funding, the city of Flint, Michigan will run out of the money it needs to keep buying bottled water and water filters for residents in 51 days.

Where are the celebrity’s now? … Where is Hillary since she got her nod from the DNC .. Where is the President? .. Why hasn’t the governor been ousted or put in jail? How long are these people going to be without clean drinking water?? It’s been years since they found out, and still nothing is being done.  

The filters also don’t work.  The water is TOO POISONOUS for filters.

This is genocide at work, right here in the United States, folks. 

Don’t believe me? Ask someone in Flint who doesn’t have the money to escape the town, who can’t get any more bottled water, who already has been given horrible physical afflictions and probably deadly cancers/diseases from drinking the toxic water.

Just in case, here’s your definition:

noun: genocide; plural noun: genocides; the deliberate killing of a large group of people, especially those of a particular ethnic group or nation.

Most of the residents in Flint who are affected by the toxic water aren’t white.


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