theduskmonarch asked:

The dragon is a nice resting place. If Midna fits, Midna sits.

⤧ And if one were to listen closely, they could hear soft sounds of envy coming from literally everyone else in the camp.


I feel things deeply, but I get more angry, more frustrated, more protective, more sad, more defensive – more excited, more joyful, more proud, more giddy for you than I ever will for me.

When I hug you, I will wrap both my arms around and I will squeeze you. And occasionally (if you’re a girl), I will either kiss your cheek or your head.

I see you. The quiet one in the room, simply observing. I notice you.

I will be the first to point out how beautiful you are, and when I do, I am not simply referring to your appearance, but your soul.

If you ever come over, be prepared for a lot of eye contact and a lot of tea to be served because you just stepped into a heart-to-heart zone, my friend.

I could listen to you talk about your life for hours and appreciate every. single. detail. I genuinely want to know what makes you you.

I get filled with joy being able to rejoice in the big and small victories of your life and to share the burden of the hard times. Truly.

The outside world to me is soul-filling and love-inducing. But so is laying on the floor on my back, with my legs up on the couch, my hair sprawled out listening to Bon Iver or Ben Howard or The Civil Wars. Because then I just use my imagination.

Nothing annihilates my joy quicker than injustice. The only thing I have ever associated with the word hate.

I like to make sure everyone feels important. Because they are. But even the inanimate. My whole bridal party were Maids of Honor. There were six of them. Oh, there’s four different colors of m&m’s in this bag, I’ll eat one of each color simultaneously so no one feels left out.

If you come to me in tears, be ready to accept a really, really long hug. Basically until you stop crying. However long that may take.

When I am around a lot of you at once, my favorite thing to do is look around and observe individually as you’re talking or laughing or smiling or just listening to someone else speak. It makes me unfathomably thankful. Sometimes I get caught and we just share a knowing smile and it’s my favorite.

When you ask me for my opinion on something, I process things in my head before I begin to speak and analyze because I see so many sides to everything – be patient with me.

I have a big smile when I am overjoyed that makes one side of my nose crinkle and gives me major lazy eye and looks horrible in photos, but I just can’t control it when I’m that happy.

I’m always the smallest one in the group, standing at a whopping 5’0”, but I am always the mama bear. I refuse to let others hurt or bully those in my life. And I am the one who looks around the group every five seconds to make sure we’re all still there.

When I concentrate intently, I curl both my upper and lower lip into my teeth and don’t even realize until I release it.

I blush easily and always feel it which makes me blush even more because then I know it’s noticeable. And if someone points it out, forget it.

I cry on a weekly basis but that is because I’m an emotional person and my body uses my tears to express my emotions about things I care about. Whether it is joy, sadness, frustration, anger.

I am still learning everyday that I have a voice and sometimes it is shaky. But that it is okay as long as I am speaking up.

Nothing brings me greater joy than taking care of my husband and thinking about when the time comes to take care of our future family.

When I haven’t seen you in a long time and I love you, I will run to you and hug you.

When I am really hungry and food sits before me, I will do a little happy dance in my seat before I pray and dig in.

I cry at weddings, even the ones in movies and television.

I am normally quick to forgive and do my best to understand others, even if it means being hurt repeatedly.

My laugh doesn’t match my voice. I’m soft-spoken, but my laugh is loud and you can hear it across the room, maybe across the globe. But that’s when you know I’m happy.

I get giddy if you are giddy. Even if I don’t know what you’re giddy about yet. I will share in your giddiness.

I look to my God for strength and peace and guidance, and while I struggle every day, I know I stand here today solely because of Him.

On the plus side, I didn’t look ahead to ruin the cliffhanger. On the downside, it’s been less than 24 hours. I don’t know what that says about my ability to endure cliffhangers but I can’t imagine it’s anything positive.

But let’s ignore all of that BECAUSE THIS PICTURE IS ONE THAT EXISTS. 

Because not only did Kurogane stop to pick up the puppy, and not only did he ignore the umbrella entirely and put the puppy inside his shirt to keep it dry, but he managed to do the entire thing with his grumpy face intact. And if that’s not the most Kurogane thing I’ve ever seen then I don’t know what is. 

And this is saying nothing whatsoever about the black wings spray painted onto the wall behind him - which, I will note, has only a small portion where the outer wall has cracked and you can see beyond the facade of the exterior. 

Symbolism. <3


Legolas reports back to his father.

Michael Dante DiMartino:
Sokka began as the sarcastic "everyman" of the show. His character was 
pretty simple. He liked the hunt, eat, and annoy his sister. But as soon as we hit upon the idea that all the adult men in the Southern Water
Tribe were off fighting in the war, Sokka became much more real and
interesting. Now his character had a purpose and great responsibility
which was to protect his tribe and his sister from the Fire Nation. But although he was skilled warrior and hunter, he had never really been
tested in battle. I loved the part of creating Sokka's character arc,
taking him from an inexperienced kid who had never left home to a
battle-tested leader who traveled the world.

youtuber direction: niall’s channel

no but how amazing is it that we’re all living in our own stories, our own universes, and every time we interact with someone else it’s a crossover with their story which is just as real to them as ours is to us


I know you will find the answer, I believe in you. To be a parent is to have undying faith in one’s child.

I will gladly die for my son, that’s my duty as his father.


if ROTG was an RPG.

like exactly like persona but without the personas… but with the social links so you can still hit on anything that moves !!!

i didn’t have time to get to Pitch so i guess he’ll get his own post when the time comes.

remember how during the year that never was that woman sold martha out, but when things were back to normal martha brought her flowers because she understood why she did it and still respected her

even as so much of the fandom was hating on martha like mad, martha jones herself refused to villainize other women for the choices they made in difficult circumstances. and the more brilliant and badass and wonderful martha is, the sadder it makes people look for hating on her.