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LIFE LESSONS FROM FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST
There’s no such thing as a painless lesson - they just don’t exist. Sacrifices are necessary. You can’t gain anything without losing something first. Although if you can endure that pain and walk away from it, you’ll find that you now have a heart strong enough to overcome any obstacle.

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                                                Don’t you worry, don’t you worry, child
                                                     See, heaven’s got a plan for you
                                               Don’t you worry, don’t you worry now

Drew taylertots​ OCs because they’re too adorable and that thing about Oliver being able to dance and Nessa not being able to dance really gets to me. Like, she either steps on him or falls over there is no in between.

askdjfhl thanks for noticing me sempai (*´∀`*)

FINALLY

with age comes revolution chapter 6/? (5152 words) by amurderof
Fandom:
Dragon Age: Inquisition
Rating: Explicit
Relationships: Dorian Pavus/Iron Bull, Minor or Background Relationships
Characters: Dorian Pavus, Iron Bull, Female Mage Lavellan, Cullen Rutherford, Gereon Alexius, Cremesius “Krem” Aclassi, Original Female Character(s), Dorian’s Mother
Additional Tags: Spoilers, Post-Endgame, Future Fic, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Pre-Negotiated Kink, Light Bondage, D/s undertones, Non-sexual Bondage, Non-sexual Kink, Slavery, Politics, Intercrural Sex, Blow jobs, Oral Sex, Dehumanization, Family Issues, Angst
Summary:

The fourth day in, Bull starts to get stir crazy. He expected it, but it’s still weird to wake up in a room packed with sleeping bodies and get a full-on itch to frigging do something. He’s been doing stuff: he’s got a feel for the slaves of the house, and knows each of their names; and he’s beginning to gain their trust. It’s why he knew he had to sleep downstairs with them — it looks better, at least for now. Gives him more of an in than if he were to disappear upstairs every night, keep sharing Dorian’s baths and coming back down smelling like a fucking rose.

things that are decidedly less fun in hindsight #543: may’s face in the split second after jemma says ‘i shot someone’

there’s a tiny moment where you can actually see the horror wash over her face, before she realises that jemma (probably) wouldn’t be talking like that if she’d actually killed someone, so she blinks it away and gives her trademark may sigh and everything’s alright

but her reflexive reaction was definitely not one of resigned acceptance. her reflexive reaction is deeply, deeply troubled. and now we know why.

notjustanotherrpblog asked:

ø: Our muses cuddle by the fireplace with hot cocoa.

“One for you, one with extra marshmallows for me.”

Sophie held out one of the mugs that she was holding so that Parker could take it, after turning off the lights in the kitchen. She had a habit of making herself at home wherever she was and since this was practically her second home, it was no exception. Hence the reason that she had commandeered the kitchen while kicking him out, insisting that he made a fire in the fireplace that she loved so much and would have in her apartment if she had a choice. 

Carefully sitting down next to him on the couch she tried her hardest not to spill any of the hot drink, failing to do so as soon as she thought she was safe as a few drops managed to find their way to her sweater. Sophie chose to ignore that as she pulled one of the blankets off of the couch behind them and spread it out over their legs, wasting no time in intertwining her body with his while she tried to keep her drink upright. She sighed contentedly as she finally got settled, taking a sip of the hot chocolate before she blew across the top of it to cool it down.

“You know we need to decorate this place soon and I’m not taking no for an answer,” she told Parker, looking up at him. “Can you imagine how gorgeous that fireplace would look with garland over it? I might just move in permanently.” She spoke without thinking, her lips back on the rim of the mug before she realized what she had said.

Sophie’s eyes widened as it finally sank in, taking his silence as not a good response. “Can you just erase that last sentence? It never happened.” Taking another sip of the drink she set it down on the coffee table in front of them before turning back to face him. “Or I can just make you forget…” she trailed off, leaning in to kiss him softly. 

“Merry Christmas, Par.”

When Larry comes out I don’t know what I’ll do with myself. Like yeah I’m super duper ready like who isn’t but like I’m nervous and my heart is beating out of my chest and I don’t know if my lungs can handle the holding hands and the butt pinches on stage and DEAR LORD THE INTERVIEWS FML

why do people always want to one-up eachother when they mention that they feel sick

like
‘yeah my stomach really hurts’
'same but my headache is really bad’

If someone said they twisted their wrist would you go 'um actually I broke my wrist so my pain is worse’ like not everything is about you just say something like 'I hope you feel better’ and let it go not 'um yeah same except mine is worse therefore more important’

my music teacher: okay let’s talk about that indian guy from 1d

me + my class:

my music teacher: ive never seen an indian guy become that big in the music industry like him

me: HEAINTINDIANHE’SPAKISTANI

my music teacher: cant i call him indian? what’s the diff between indian and pakistani…

me: