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replacedrobin asked:

"Right Here" [[woops]]

3. “Stop it, I’m trying to watch the movie”

Garf was trying his best to be discrete about it. He didnt got out that much, after all, everyone knew who the green short dude was. So, a movie theater was the perfect spot to just spend some time out. Wearing a hoodie and some large jeans,he tried to hide himself, but Tim’s hand was starting to get to places he couldn’t just pretend it wasn’t happening. He moved a bit to the side and curled his tail around the other’s wrist to stop him.
I mean it,dude….!” He murmured,looking at him with furrowed brows. “… What’s with you today?

you looked at her and saw an entire universe to explore

you saw endless possibilities and excitement

you saw danger, but it captivated you

you saw potential for fantastic adventure and stories to tell

when you looked at her you saw opportunity

she looked at you and saw a comfy bed on a rainy day

she saw safety, security, and warmth

she saw a place to stay to get away from it all for a bit

she saw a temporary home while she was building her own

when she looked at you she saw the stars in your eyes yet she didn’t share that yearning for discovery and exploration

when you watched her check out and return the keys, you felt a universe empty

you felt lost and used

you felt unsure as to whether the worlds you saw were real or imaginary

you felt tired

when you watched her leave, you wished for a comfy bed on a rainy day

so you made that bed for yourself

10.22: the prisoner coda

And Castiel sat up.

Grace flowed through his vessel. Where once it traveled like lightning, now it edged through him like molasses, stitching up his cuts with careful reconnaissance. His blood bloomed bruises under his skin then ebbed away, bringing the swelling and coloration with it, leaving him as unmarred as the day he took the vessel.

He watched as his bones jerked back into place. The grace masked his pain efficiently as it glued his fractures with sticky bits of heaven’s power. The cracks in his ribs found their matches and he could breathe without labor.

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anonymous asked:

Hi, I was just wondering if I was the only one a little disappointed by the song choice in the season 2 prom episode that Klaine danced to, I mean I like the song but I would have liked something a little more romantic, I mean Finchel in season 3 got Take My Breath Away, which is a beautiful romantic song.

Actually, for that moment in time, for Kurt who was just crowned Prom Queen and his “King”, his Knight in shining armor was Blaine, Kurt accepting the crown and embracing and owning the moment - the lyrics fit that moment beautifully.

“Dancing Queen”

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

You’re a teaser, you turn ‘em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

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Decided to try a slightly different terrain over by the military base. Up close/on its own, I think it looks nice (though not done). However, pulled back, it looks a bit random to me and out of place. Which means I’m going to sit here and think about it for 3 hours and then end up watching tv instead.

O P E N

It has been 30 years since they put Elena in a coffin and left her until she can wake. Damon was still in Mystic Falls but the place was not longer what it used to be. It defiantly wasn’t safe anymore. The place looked liked a bomb had exploded on it but that wasn’t the case. Matt Donovan was sheriff and Damon was now Mayor of the town, but his no longer the Damon everyone knew. After he said goodbye to Elena a piece of him died and stayed asleep with her. Standing on the clock tower he looks down at the town and watches Matt patrol what is left of Mystic Falls, every night he comes and stands on the clock tower because it’s place that reminds him of Elena. Damon’s phone rings pulling him out of his thoughts, he looks at the caller ID and answers it

“What? I’m a little bit bust right now.” Damon growls down the phone.

Closed RP with theburgermaster

This time during Brandon’s travels he appeared in an ancient looking village that seemed really calming and was filled to the brim with spiritual energy. The cosmic hero managed to get a good look around to know the layout at least a little bit. Though it wasn’t as small as a city he passed by, it was decently sized and was definitely a place worth visiting. Brandon was too absorbed with the scenery that he wasn’t watching where he was going, causing him to bump into an unknown figure. This caused Brandon to snap out of his trance and back into reality

“W-whoops, sorry about that. I kinda zoned out there for a second” He quickly apologized when he came back

DANCE WITH ME : STUDIO TO THE STREETS (TAEMIN X READER FANFIC) [Part 2]

Part1 

      “And one, two three, four, five, six, seven, eight!  Lengthen your torso, Mina.  Relax your shoulders, Lee,”  Taemin called out instructions.  He walked in between the dancers, watching them intently, as they completed their bar exercises.  A knock at the door caught his attention and he turned around to see his mother.  She signaled for him to come over.  "Just keep going with the warm up, guys.  I’ll be right back.“  He jogged over to her and asked, "What’s wrong? You look worried.”  "We lost another one.“  He placed his hand over his forehead and groaned a bit.  "Who was it this time?”  "It was Angela.“  "But she was supposed to be our lead in the showcase,” he muttered.  "You have to do something about this, Taemin.“  "I don’t know what you want me to do, mother.  I can’t—”  "Taemin, you know that this studio has always been my pride and my source of happiness,“ she began.  'Of course I know…You’d never let me forget…,’ he thought.  "It’s really all I have and I’m trusting you to take care of it.  If we loose all of our students and investors to these new dance schools, my legacy will be gone!” She was about to continue, but her eyes started to water, and Taemin quickly escorted her out of the room, knowing what was about to happen.  "Don’t worry, mother.  I’ll figure something out,“ he sighed, trying to sound as convincing as possible.  She nodded and said, "Well….I’ll let you get back to your class.”  He watched her as she turned around and walked down the hall, wiping her tears.  He rolled his eyes and went back into the room to finish his class.

       "No way.  Angela left?!,“ Kai asked.  "Yup.  And I have no idea of who to replace her with. ”  Kai got up from the small dinner table in their shared apartment and walked over to the couch.  "Lynn?,“ he asked, plopping down on it.  "No. She has weak ankles.  She’d never be able to handle the leaps.”   “McKayla?”   “Poor balance.  She can’t do most of the turns.”  “Well…There’s always that girl from-”  “No.  I already know what you’re about to suggest and the answer is no.”  “Oh, come on!  Are you really going to let your pride get in the way of your mother’s happiness?”  “Just let this go, will you?,”  he replied with an irritated tone as he left the room.

     The next day, Kai was walking through the park when he heard music coming from the entrance.  Making his way over, he pushed through the crowd gathered there.  “Woah…,” he said to himself as he watched a group of street dancers perform.  His eyes widened as he saw the girl from the club leading the group in their hip hop routine.  Everyone cheered and clapped at the end of their performance. Taking a deep breath, Kai gained enough courage to tap the girl on the shoulder as she was drinking from a bottle of water.  “Oh, hey.  Kai, right?”  “Yeah, and I don’t think I ever got your name.”  “Yeah well your friend blocked before I could toss it to you,” she joked.  “_____,” she smiled, extending her hand.  He shook it lightly and smiled back.  “So, I kind of wanted to ask you something…”  She took another sip of water and waited for him to continue.  “So, you know Lee’s School of Dance, right?”  “The one down the street?  Yeah, I’ve heard of it.”  “Well, we’re looking for a new female dancer…And I think that dancer should be you.”  She blinked in confusion a few times before answering.  “Um, I don’t think Lee’s School of Classical Dance would be interested in a hip hop dancer like me,” she scoffed.  “Just…Think about it, okay?,” he asked, handing her a small business card.  

     “What the hell is she doing here…?,” Taemin asked, seeing the girl walk in and toss her bag on the floor.  Kai smiled sheepishly and answered, “I may or may not have invited her…”  She looked around as about twenty pairs of eyes stared her down.  Her baggy pants, crop top, and sneakers were a clear contrast to the tights, leotards, and pointe shoes that surrounded her.  “Um…This is an open class, right?”  Before Taemin could say “no”, Kai interjected.  “Yeah. Come on in…”  Taemin took a deep breath and said, “You are aware that this is a ballet class, right?”  “Well, I’m not blind, so yeah,”  she said sarcastically, pulling a pair of worn out ballet shoes from her bag.  Taemin’s eyebrow peaked in interest as she slipped them on before he realized class was still going on.  “Everyone, run through that combination until you get it right,” he instructed.  They followed his directions and repeated the steps multiple times as _____ watched them and Taemin watched her.  By the third go ‘round, _____ walked to the front of the class and performed the routine perfectly.  Everyone stopped, their eyes widening in complete shock. 

     “So, I take it you’ve been classically trained?,” Taemin asked as the class ended.  “Ballet, jazz, modern, most ballroom styles, and I dabbled in tap,” she answered, punctuating her sentence with a quick scuff.  “Color me impressed,” he said blankly.  “Well, I’d color you arrogant, but you seem to have done that already,” she quipped, sliding her sneakers back on.  “Look….we need a new female lead.  And as much as it hurts my pride to say this, you’re the only girl that fits the part.”  “So what you’re saying is….that I suddenly have the technique, form, and discipline to-”  “I’m sorry, alright?  I was a jerk before, I know…Just….Please…,” he strained to be polite.  She thought for a moment before holding her hand out for him to shake.  “I’m in.”

twitch-the-zaunite-thief asked:

m!a Twitch would rub her arm some feeling uneasy but she needed new ammo and only knew one person who might be able to help her. Twitch would take a deep breath and knock on the door "R-Rumble,I'd like to hire you for something please!"

Rumble heard a knock on the door of his workshop in the middle of watching a TV show about Shurima. He lazily looked over at the door, clicking off the TV and heading over, unlocking it in several places before pulling it open. What he saw was a bit of a surprise. “Uh, hey there? Ya look kinda familiar… oh right, can I help ya with somethin’?” He asked, trying to figure out who the person was, unaware that it was actually Twitch.

Tagged by morpehus (thanks so much ily!!)

  • Time + date:  6/May/2k15, 9: pm
  • Average hours of sleep:  7-8 hours
  • Last thing I Googled:  "‘I’ll Make a Man Out of You’ lyrics"
  • Nickname(s):  Beth, Universal Goddess, Bethy
  • Birthday:  July 26
  • Gender:  Female
  • Sexual orientation:  Bi, lil bitty bit of pansexual
  • Height:  5'2
  • Favorite color:  Minty-ish (look at blog theme tbh)
  • One place that makes me happy:  The track field
  • How many blankets I sleep under:  1
  • What am I wearing right now:  Track uniform + sweatshirt :/
  • Last book I’ve read:  e&p :)!!
  • Favorite beverage:  Fresca or Sprite
  • Favorite food:  Sloppy Joes!
  • Last movie I watched in theaters:  Insurgent >_<
  • Dream vacation:  Somewhere in Japan or Vietnam, or possibly Australia
  • Dream wedding:  One in which I get married (i honestly dont know)
  • Dream pet:  Shiba Inu!! *u*
  • Dream job:  Astrophysicist or an editor

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thedamoracle, willsolqce, gryffindorq, darkperseus, a-shippers-tale, idek-issues, plpabeth, greekhalfblood, levlcorpus, prongsmate!!!  And anyone who hasn’t been tagged yet, I want to get to know erbodeh!!

A Late Morning || Kenna&Kaeden

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McKenna Meyers was never late for school. She had a strict schedule and a lot of to do lists that she would always follow no matter what, and every morning she would wake up early, take a shower and then go to that café downtown, drink her coffee, eat her pancakes and read for a bit before she would go to her classes. But lately everything seemed to be going off the rails and seeing as her mind was all over the place, following her usual schedule seemed to be out of question, especially when her nights were spent thinking and worrying about everything that was going on. Needless to say she was late. Not like I’m going to be left on the hall late, but late according to her standards.

Rushing through the lobby, she looked down on her wrist watch and sighed, slowing down her pace. There was no use in rushing anymore, she had lost her chance to sit down with her coffee and relax for a while. When she looked up again, she stopped on her tracks, her breath getting caught on her throat as she saw the person in front her and realized she almost knocked them over. Him, it was a guy, and she frowned when she realized she knew him. “Hey! You’re in my class!” She searched her mind for a name – she was sure she knew it. It started with a K. Ky…. Kyle? Kyson… “Kaeden! — It’s Kaeden, right?”

Airlines sucked. Emmie knew this, because her entire body was now a mess of imbalanced systems, each step shooting further nausea to her stomach which had been emptied hours ago already.

At least they were on solid ground now. Emmie groaned, and collapsed on the nearest bench available,  her rucksack occupying the seat besides hers.

The airport was a busy and bustling place, full of different people coming and going- normally, she would have taken the fullest opportunity to look and satisfy her curiosity, watching the ebb and flow of people and pokemon for hours. Now, unfortunately, her stomach prevented her from moving her eyes let alone her head.

Long distance flights sucked utterly. Bitterly signing, Emmie raised up a hand to block out the fluorescent lights mercilessly shining down on her.

Just a little bit of rest, and she would make her calls.

At least, until moving her head didn’t give her quite as much of an urge to hurl.

sleazegeezlouise asked:

(( Humour me. c: ))

Pagan had ordered his new designer to bring some clothes up to Viveka’s place for both he and Viveka. Pagan’s idea was to put on a bit of a fashion show. Pagan tried on some of his new outfits and Viveka tried on some of hers and they showed them off to one another. Watching Pagan strut his stuff throughout the living room as if he was a model walking down the runway cracked Viveka up. When it was time for the swimsuit edition, Viveka became a little flushed when Pagan came strutting out in a speedo— looking very hot. Viveka modeled some of her swimsuits as well as some of her old Playboy outfits. They both had a very fun time and shared lots of laughs!

Today’s my birthday!!!
*ABBA: You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen

You’re a teaser, you turn ‘em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance…

You are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing Queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, digging the Dancing Queen*

i11umi asked:

You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your lifeSee that girl, watch that scene, diggin' the Dancing QueenFriday night and the lights are lowLooking out for the place to goWhere they play the right music, getting in the swingYou come in to look for a KingAnybody could be that guyNight is young and the music's highWith a bit of rock music, everything is fineYou're in the mood for a danceAnd when you get the chanceYou are the Dancing Queen, young and sweet, only seventeenDan

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meet Debh

tagged by poetryandoldermen thank you, you wonderful ray of sunshine!

Four Things People Call Me:

  1. Deborah
  2. Debs
  3. Debh
  4. Deby

Four Jobs I’ve Had:

  1. studing at the university is a job ok
  2. watching tv series 
  3. and anime 
  4. and reading are jobs, right?

Four Movies I’ve Watched More Than Once:

  1. Pirates of the Carabbeans
  2. My Bloody Valentine
  3. Lord of the Rings 
  4. Harry Potter

Four Places I’ve Lived:

  1. My grandparent’s house in the mountains
  2. my actual city where I was born
  3. ok that’s it
  4. I always live in the same place

Four Places I’ve Been:

  1. London
  2. Paris
  3. Miami
  4. Volterra

Four Food I Don’t Eat:

  1. meat
  2. fish
  3. i’m veg
  4. i don’t eat dead animals

Four Shows That I’m Watching Right Now:

  1. Supernatural
  2. Penny Dreadful
  3. Shameless
  4. Constantine

Four Things I’m Looking Forward to This Year:

  1. hanging out more
  2. Relaxing a bit
  3. Anime and comic’s festivals
  4. start loving myself

Four Things I’m Saying (like stuff that i often say?)

  1. è osceno
  2. o mio Dio
  3. mi inquieta la vita 
  4. che cazzo!

Uhh, hello, hello? Yeah, look, I hate to say it but the animatronics have escaped the storage rooms in the back and…well, well I dunno who did it, it was probably some teenagers, but, uh, you guys better watch your backs out there.  I-I-I can’t really tell you much about their behavior patterns outside of my place of business–I’m sure it’s totally fine, no reason to worry–but…but maybe worry a little bit because they might have gotten to your neighborhood already…might even be in the, uh, in your house right now.

I…I’m sure you can handle it.

Confession time

I’m staring to have a real bad fear of being alone. it includes being left behind places and watching other people have the freedom to move around with friends where ever they go. I guess the more I look back at my childhood/now I never really had that freedom or that many friends to stick with and friends who take me along where ever they go. I have watched so many people move away and leave, I never see them again and the emptiness from their departures stay with me a bit. It feels like while everyone leaves I’m the last one. Last one to leave home, the last to stay. I feel forgotten and I hate it so much.