#ninny layouts

[rayless-reblogs]

Thank you for tagging me, @iffylogic!

Currently Reading:

I just finished The Fasting Girl by Michelle Stacey, the (real, but very much speculated-over) account of Molly Fancher. In Brooklyn in the mid-1800s, she became famous for never eating -- for years and years, over a decade. Obviously this is a medical impossibility, but many people stood by her and claimed she was a living miracle. The book does a good job investigating both her story and this period in history and how it created Molly and other "fasting girls" who achieved some celebrity, looking at changes in medicine, science (hello, Darwin), emerging studies in psychology, gender/family roles, and religion that were making people, especially young women, feel several kinds of weird. The book of course deals extensively with disordered eating (and is somewhat out of date, being published in the early 2000s), and it's a bit longer than it needs to be, but I learned a lot and enjoyed reading it.

I'm now reading The Unpredictable Bride, a romance by Barbara Cartland in which she's trying very hard to be Georgette Heyer. BC isn't one of my favorite authors because her heroines are usually very wishy washy and sentimental and just... ninnies, honestly But this one so far has a lot more backbone and fun in her. We'll see how it goes.

Currently Watching:

Having gotten through Avonlea, I'm continuing my dive into early 90s period dramas by rewatching Dr Quinn, Medicine Woman. It's very earnest and often very awkward about it, but in a way that I enjoy, and there are always lots of horses on screen, so that's nice.

Next on my watch list:

I have no idea yet, so instead I'll say what I'm playing -- replaying Fate/Extra, which I hadn't touched in a few years. After that, I'm thinking of trying something new -- probably Scarlet Nexus. It shares some DNA with Tales of the Abyss and I've heard good things about it.

Current Obsession:

I really enjoyed The Caligula Effect 2, which I played last month, but sadly there isn't really enough fan content around to really build up a proper steamroller of obsession. But I've done a lot of my own Caligula art, and that'll be posted on and off. I'm also thinking of doing a long art project next year, which I don't want to promise, but I've started doing some sketches for.

I'm also hoping to have another book published this year (not the project I was working on during the summer -- an earlier book) and right now I'm in the process of working on the cover/back cover design, drawing the different elements and figuring out the layout. I haven't yet started the inner layout or the final edit, so it'll still be a little while before it's available.

And let's see, what else...? I tried Tazo's Turmeric Bliss tea the other day, that was really good!

Thanks again for the tag, Iffy! As always, if anyone sees this and wants to participate, consider yourself tagged.

#the fasting girl #barbara cartland #dr quinn medicine woman #fate/extra #scarlet nexus #the caligula effect 2 #meme #eating disorder

[lesbiquinhas]

(っ˘з(˘⌣˘ ) ♡ BURN THE WITCH LAYOUTS

#burn the witch #noel niihashi #ninny #ninny spangcole #anime icons #anime layouts #anime packs #layouts anime #manga layouts #manga messy layouts #manga icons #anime #matching icons #matching icons anime #burn the witch icons #burn the witch layouts #noel icons #noel layouts #ninny icons #ninny layouts

[mangaterial]

burn the witch manga layout? please?

burn the witch・manga layout

pls like if you save

#burn the witch #burn the witch layout #burn the witch icons #burn the witch headers #burn the witch manga #noel niihashi #noel niihashi icons #balgo parks #balgo icons #ninny spangcole #ninny spangcole icons #one shot #bleach

[skruttet]

There! That’ll teach you for making me jump!

#ok so........the two long ones dont look great in the layout......but im too lazy to redo them lmao #moominvalley #ninny #my gif

[aeondeug]

Reading the Burn the Witch limited series now since I hadn’t gotten around to reading that yet. Two parts into it now. It’s fun so far. Very “Look at all this cool shit!” and there’s some very goofy names. I like the way that like Reverse London works in regards to Front London and I do like how like. There’s a Daily Mail analogue? Things like virtual popstars being a thing is neat too. As is the very liberal usage of folklore and fantasy shit associated with the UK.

In terms of the main characters...I do like the dynamic between Ninny and Noel. They feel, to me at least, kind of like a shonen fighting series version of a blonde and brunette pair in yuri. Which is just fine with me. One of my favorite things about Bleach is how very like the mentor/mentee yuri dynamic Yoruichi and Soifon had together. That aside, it’ll definitely be interesting to see him do a weekly series where two women are heading the series.

In terms of the like...Visual flare...It’s not quite like peak Bleach levels just yet but then peak Bleach levels took well into Soul Society to be gotten to. There’s stuff I like about the aesthetics of Bleach before then, definitely, but my favorite stuff is stuff like the enso like quality of the Getsuga Tensho swings or the frequent use of taijitu aesthetics in his panel layouts or that really sick page where Ulquiorra tells Orihime that she’s coming with him to Hueco Mundo.

The stuff in Burn the Witch is nice though and there are some things I did really like. I’ve always really loved the way Kubo contrasts white with black in his art, and there’s this nice pair of panels with Ninny and Noel that show that tendency off. Given that it did take Bleach a bit to get to what I feel are the visual aesthetic peaks of the series, I can say I’m giddy to see what he ends up doing with Burn the Witch over time. And even then it’s still stylish and nice looking as it currently is.

#bleach

[winchesterandpie]

Son of a Patriotic Biscuit (Part 2)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 1743

Warnings: None

A/N: I forgot to mention in part 1 that this occurs before the events of The Winter Soldier (So Steve still thinks Bucky died falling off the train). Steve’s not very present in this part, but that all gets going in the next one so you don’t have long to wait for it! Thank you guys for the reception of the last part! As always, feedback is appreciated and the tag list is OPEN. Gif is not mine

Part 1 is HERE

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The next morning, I made quite the actress, if I do say so myself. I played the part of still being incredibly ticked off at being left behind though already missing them at the same time. Honestly, it wasn’t all that hard - I was still angry that Steve hadn’t let me go. The difficult part was pretending that I hadn’t stayed up all night planning my own mission, but I managed. Concealer is definitely a girl’s best friend.

Once they were out the door, promising to keep in touch, I made my way back to the training room, fully intending to ensure that I would be at the top of my game when I showed up and saved their rears. To that effect, I picked up my longbow and moved to the targets.

“J.A.R.V.I.S.? Start my playlist, would you?”

“Of course.”

Almost immediately, I heard the opening strains of one of my favorite songs, grinning as I took my mark.

A week and a half later found me in California, staying in one of my old hideouts in a motel. The rest of the team was in town, and I was being careful to stay out of their way. I’d already been there for a few days, mostly keeping tabs on everyone, but doing a bit of my own digging into my old captors. Apparently they’d been doing more experimenting, though that wasn’t what had brought them onto the Avenger Radar. The real reason was that they had teamed up with HYDRA, which was a tiny bit of a no-go as far as SHIELD was concerned.

For a moment, I remembered the small stab of betrayal when I had seen that only now was the team being sent after these people. You’re the one who didn’t talk about your past, I reminded myself as my jaw clenched, They would’ve demolished the place if you’d told them. But noooo, you like to suffer in silence and keep your past to yourself. You’ve no right to complain if you stayed so close-mouthed about it. The crackle of the comms system coming in over my laptop dragged me out of the black spiral I was getting into.

“He’s on the move, do I follow?” Nat’s voice was the first one I heard, followed quickly by none other than Captain Spangles himself telling her to go ahead. Ever one to be prepared, I changed quickly into my suit. I wasn’t expecting anything to happen for a few days yet, but my philosophy was to expect the worst in situations like this - that way, you’re either right or pleasantly surprised. While I was strapping the quiver to my back, various knives and firearms tucked into hidden pockets or sheaths and boots, the assassin was back on the comms.

“The target is leaving town in a Jeep, headed east, but I’ve lost eyes on him.”

“I’ve got eyes on him. Let’s see where he’s going.” Stark’s voice crackled over the earpiece I was putting in. I’d made it myself and patched it into their frequency, but it was a receiver only. If I got into trouble, I’d be on my own trying to get out of it. For the next few minutes, there was tense silence over the comms, broken only by occasional updates on the path the scientist was taking. In that time, I ran the tracer I’d implanted and figured out where they were.

The path they were taking seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t quite put my finger on why. The thought put me on edge so much that I had to force my muscles to unclench. Something about that direction was raising the hairs on the back of my neck, and I hated not knowing the reason.

“He’s pulling up to some warehouse. It looks like the one he was telling HYDRA to meet him at.”

“Already? I thought they weren’t due for this for another couple of days…” I could hear the genuine surprise in Steve’s voice despite the crackling reception. “Alright, we’re on our way out there. Don’t engage until we get there.”

“Don’t you dare go getting yourself killed you fricken fracken, mother truckin’, son of a biscuit eating little pretty boy with an American flag obsession,” I muttered in exasperation or desperation, I wasn’t sure which, while moving around the motel room as I gathered my stuff. Taking a last look around, I froze in my tracks, feeling like the floor dropped out from under me as I realized just what warehouse they were talking about.

I’d heard the scientists talk about it while I’d been there, but had never really concerned myself with it. Now that I thought about it, I figured out why the hairs were raising - the warehouse was their standard trap as well as their prison. And the team - my friends, no, family - were walking right into it. I mean, they used the warehouse to store all of the experiments’ files, but those were almost impossible to find if you didn’t already know exactly what you were looking for and where it was. The things I’d heard about the people caught turned my stomach unpleasantly. The idea of the scientists doing what they had done to me to anyone else was unthinkable. I had to stop it, no matter what happened to me. With that decision, I opened the motel window, leaping out and unfurling my wings.

It was dark enough outside that I made it safely to a high enough altitude to remain unseen but low enough to stay off the radar. With nearly soundless flaps of my wings, I flew as quickly as I could to where the team was headed, hoping against all hope that I would get there before them. The winds were against me, and I heard over my earpiece the team forming a plan and moving out while I was still a minute’s flight away. Cursing my luck, I pushed myself as hard as I dared, knowing I would need some strength and substantial grit to get them out of this.

Silently, I landed in the woods near the warehouse that I had been housed in a long time ago. Once on the ground, I released a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding. Clint was still in the stand of trees, near the edge where the forest gave way to the open ground surrounding the warehouse.

“Clint! I’m so glad I caught you.” I jogged toward him, whisper shouting in an attempt to keep a low profile.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?” His eyebrows furrowed when he saw me coming.

“Doesn’t matter at the moment. You guys are walking right into a trap.”

“How do you know?”

“This is… where I was created.” I didn’t have time to be embarrassed about my origins, but that didn’t stop my throat from getting caught on the words. “I’ve heard them talk about what else they did before I escaped. What are you guys here for?”

“There’s a file Fury wants us to get ahold of, specifically pertaining to their experiments backed by HYDRA. After that, he wants the place burnt to the ground.” To his credit, the bowman didn’t even address the fact that my deep, dark secret was now revealed. I really didn’t want pity, especially not now. “Alright, what are we going to do about the trap? Comms went dead a few seconds before you got here.”

“They perpetually have signal jammers running, so nothing gets out of that building unless they want it to,” I acknowledged. “Where did everyone go in there?”

“The plan was for Tin Man to run perimeter inside the building, I’m on duty for keeping our escape open.” His hand ran through his short hair a little anxiously. “The Stars and Stripes was going in with the Spider - they were supposed to stick together, but I have no idea if they still are. They only went in a minute ago, and I haven’t heard anything so it can’t have gone too wrong yet.” I grimaced, not wanting to undermine the hope, but knowing that my former captors were quite good at this. If they had HYDRA working with them I didn’t want to know what new tricks they had up their sleeves.

“Alright, you stay out here - if we lose our way out of here then we’ll all be better off dead. Plus, the more of us that go in, the less likely it is that I can get us all out. I’ll get everyone out that I can, though. I still remember the building’s layout so I’ve got the best bet of making it back.” I took control, knowing that my experience here gave me an edge in making a plan. Fortunately, Clint didn’t question it, just nodded.

“Be careful in there, alright? Capsicle would have my head if he found out I let you do this.” The man ruffled my hair playfully, but I could hear the real worry behind the joking tone.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve escaped these ninnys before, you know,” I reassured while mimicking his joking tone. With a final, tight smile, I was off, ghosting across the open ground to the access hatch I’d slipped through more than a decade ago. My bow was in hand, an arrow already nocked on the string. Slowly but surely I made my way to the secret entrance. For a long moment, I listened down the hatch, not wanting to be caught unawares before I could drop down the ladder.

Satisfied that the way was clear, I made my way downwards, but apparently someone had been hiding there because gunshots suddenly rang out. With no time, I let go of the ladder, spreading my wings just as much as I needed to hit the ground at a force that wouldn’t break my knees. Instantly, I rolled to the side for cover, wincing as my wing hit the ground.

Breathing deeply, I sent a knife whirling towards my attacker. The grunt and thud told me that I’d hit my target, so I retrieved the weapon before steeling myself to look at my wing. As I suspected, a bullet had torn through it, right in a spot that would prevent me from flying without immense pain. Grimacing, I tucked my wings close to my back before moving out into the hallway.

Well, this ought to be fun.

Part 3

Forever Tags: @riddikulus-obsessions​

Son of a Biscuit Tags: @barnes-toddpartnersinheartbreak

Series Masterlist

#steve rogers #steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #captain america #captain america x reader #avengers #marvel fanfiction #steve rogers fanfiction #Son of a Patriotic Biscuit

[satalite-00]

Skewer + Sichuan Hotpot + Pancake + Tom Yum

Skewer: Hotpot- be more careful!

Sichuan Hotpot: Hey--hah--! Relax, this is super easy!

Sichuan Hotpot balanced on one foot on top of the plum blossom pole, swaying back and forth due to her excessively heavy costume. Skewer, watching from beneath the platform, was getting nervous.

Skewer: Left! On your left! No! Don’t move!

Sichuan Hotpot: Wah--! Stop confusing me! I almost fell!

Skewer: Someone climbed up on your left, if you jump over there, you’ll crash into them!

Sichuan Hotpot: Easy, easy, in that case, I’ll go this way!

Sichuan Hotpot tread softly, nimbly leapt to another plum blossom pole, and adjusted her posture. She carefully observed the layout of the poles, and after a series of smooth hops, she used a burst of strength to jump onto a platform.

Sichuan Hotpot: Piece of cake! Skewer, come on up!

Skewer: I’ll wait until you’ve reached the highest platform, and then I’ll think about whether I want to try or not.

Sichuan Hotpot: This couldn’t be easier! Watch me!

Sichuan Hotpot’s head suddenly jerked, Pancake had just climbed up, and was pulling on her two pheasant plumes.

Pancake: Geez! What were you thinking, trying to climb the plum blossom poles in this outfit?!?

Sichuan Hotpot: Aiya. Sorry, sorry, I’m nearly finished climbing up, and then I’ll go straight down. Please be patient!

Pancake: No way, I came for the vitality wine. If you go up first, I won’t get it.

Sichuan Hotpot: I just want to jump around on the platforms, what if I give you the wine when I’m done?

Pancake: That won’t do. I have to get it on my own!

Sichuan Hotpot: (Why’s this ninny being so pig headed?!?)

Tom Yum: Whoa--hey-- are you guys jumping or not? If you aren’t going to jump, get out of the way! Oh no--

Behind them, Tom Yum was unsteadily jumping in their direction. He was unable to stop in time, and slammed his full weight into Sichuan Hotpot.

Sichuan Hotpot was completely off guard. The sudden jolt made her lose her balance and stumble towards Pancake, and all three of them fell off the platform in a jumble.  Sichuan Hotpot’s Mahjong tiles also clattered to the ground.

Tom Yum: ...We fell.

Sichuan Hotpot: What’s the matter with you, you ninny?!?

Pancake: Uh---get off... you guys are crushing me...

Skewer: ...It’s a good thing I didn’t climb up with her. Hey-- Hotpot, is everyone okay?

#joyouscelebration

[diversamentenormaleblog-blog]

ciao sono io Ok. ce l'ho fatta. Dopo ore a scegliere Tema, foto profilo, layout e qualunque altra parola che vi propongono quando decidete di aprire un blog, alla fine ho lasciato le impostazioni di base. Ovvio che i temi con sfondo rosa, con fiorellini o cuoricini non facciano per me. Pensate che credo di aver scelto quello dedicato alla sezione viaggi. Mi sembrava il più adatto. Non vi capita mai di passare ore a scegliere qualcosa e poi alla fine vi arrendete alla scelta più ovvia? io lo faccio in continuazione. Vorrei fare la scelta giusta, quella che le persone si aspettano...o forse quella che vorrei la gente si aspettasse da me. Come quando faccio shopping. Prendete un qualsiasi sito di abbigliamento on line. il mio carrello è pieno di pantaloni, blazer , camicette... Alla fine l'acquisto prevede solo un paio di leggins leopardati o una maglietta dei "Ramones", l'ennesima.  E si : abbinate. Questo fa di me ovviamente una persona poco "normale". Ma perchè sono qui? Ovvio che non intendo diventare famosa con un blog; ovvio che non sono una professionista della scrittura ; ovvio che non vi darò consigli sulla modo o sul trucco o in generale sulla vita. E non vi aspettate grandi lezioni di vita sull'amore. Perchè io sono un disastro. E logorroica. E estremamente frustrata in questo momento. Ho un caos di emozioni che non riesco neanche a mettere in ordine per fare un discorso di senso compiuto ad una amica. E in realtà non ho neanche voglia di farlo. Perchè di solito odio le amiche che parlano, parlano, parlano...si io sono quel tipo di persona : che mentre mi racconti i grandi problemi della tua vita, ti do il consiglio che credo sia vangelo, mi si gonfia il petto dall'orgoglio per quello che ho appena detto, molto umilmente , e poi continuo a bere il mio bicchiere di vino , tanto nessuno mi ascolta. Non ho un buon rapporto con i terapeuti. Ho provato due volte ad andare in analisi ed in entrambi i casi mi è stato detto perchè continuavo a pagare le sedute per mentire spudoratamente. Quindi ho pensato che in qualche modo dovevo iniziare a lasciare andare le emozioni per capirci qualcosa e magari scriverle e confrontarmi con persone che in realtà non mi conoscono e non mi vogliono bene, fosse una bella idea. Non mi ricordo neanche cosa stavo dicendo. Da capo? Allora, perchè sono qui? Il caos. detto. l'assoluta incapacità di rivelare il mio malessere alle persone care. detto Aggiungerei anche la paura di rivelare il malessere. Le persone che ho intorno , ma anche chi mi conosce da una sola ora , vede in me sempre e solo la persona strana. Quella che vi dicevo prima : che indossa leggins leopardati con una maglietta bordeaux dei Ramones. La ragazza che non ha problemi, che vive nel suo mondo circondato da mura invalicabili, che guarda solo film horror , che ascolta musica non "adatta" ad una trentacinquenne. Quanto odio quella parola : ADATTA.  Ancora di più "strana". Perchè tutti partono dal presupposto che se una cosa non è convenzionale o solo diversa, deve essere necessariamente STRANA. Quando è che qualcuno ha deciso che una donna di trantacinque anni non possa farsi i capelli verdi? Sto divagando,accidenti. Vedete non so mantenere un filo logico. Da capo? Ciao sono Hannah. Hannah Baker. no, sto scherzando. burlona! Ciao sono Penelope. E no, non è un nome finto. E' il nome del gatto che mia madre aveva da piccola. Iniziamo bene, eh? In pochi mi chiamano Penny, soprattutto dopo la messa in onda di "The Big Bang Theory" . Ma sicuramente nessuno mi chiama "PENE". Sono Romana, nata e vissuta a Roma e mi chiamano tutti Ninni. Va a capire il perchè. Ho 35 anni, faccio l'impiegata e come vi dicevo ho una passione per il film horror. In realtà la mia è una vera e propria mania. Passo intere notti a documentarmi sui veri casi dei serial killer più famosi. Sono stata fidanzata per molto tempo, ma i dettagli di questa storia ve li dirò un'altra volta. Sono abbastanza di bell'aspetto, non vado in giro vestita come Morticia nonostante i miei gusti e sono una patita di musica. Che altro? ah. Ho l'inferno dentro in questo momento e sto cercando di uscire dalla mia zona comfort. Nel senso che solitamente io sono la mia zona comfort. metto sempre tutto da parte e faccio finta che i problemi non esistano, basta non pensarci. Non stavolta. Sento il bisogno di vomitare sto disastro che ho creato, involontariamente. Praticamente tutto quello che ho detto fino adesso non ha senso. Sono pessima anche come "blogger". Facciamo così :  il primo post terribile è stato una presentazione. "Ciao Sono Ninni, ho 35 anni e vengo da Roma. Mi piacciono i gatti e sono del segno del leone" Mettiao fine a questo delirio. Sarà il mio diario, ecco. Questo Blog sarà il mio diario. Non potevo scriverlo subito?

#diversamentenormale #blogger #blog #life #quotes #caos #love #diary #diario