(someone take this picture away from me)

Favorite things that canonically happened in the Pokemon games:

-Rival Green/Blue takes a picture with your HGSS character because he thinks you’re cool

-he’s also feeling pretty peachy

-Erika talks crud

-someone was like making out or something in Bill’s yard in GSC 

-Giovanni literally ditches his son because he’s upset about a 10 year old beating his butt

-Silver tears a layer of your clothes off

-Children hate Steven Stone because his obsession with rocks is weird

-Prof. Birch runs away from his wife because he thinks she’s a pokemon

-There’s a tv show in Hoenn called the “Hoenn Rangers”

-There’s a magazine about exposed champions

-Characters who act attracted to you usually act the same no matter what gender you are

-Rival Barry gets distracted by a crogunk cutout when the world is ending

-Team plasma + stuff bad for team plasma= plasbad

-N knows the lyrics burn baby burn somehow

-N shouts “that’s an ugly formula!”

- Prof. Birch runs away from his wife because he thinks she’s a pokemon

(add your own bc this is just getting good)

Really terrible pick up lines
  1. If I were writing an essay on your beauty, I wouldn’t need to double-space or increase the margin sizes to satisfy the minimum page requirement.
  2.  Somebody needs to call the bomb squad, because you’re the bomb! Are you religious? ‘Cause you’re the answer to all my prayers.
  3.  Hey, my name is Emily but, you can call me tonight. 
  4. I’m no photographer, but I can picture us together.
  5.  If I received a nickel for every time I saw someone as beautiful as you, I’d have five cents.
  6. Could you please step away from the bar? You’re melting all the ice! 
  7. Is your last name Campbell? Cause you’re mm mm good! 
  8. Do you have an eraser? because I can’t get you out of my mind!!!
  9.  Hey, are you my appendix? Because I don’t understand what you do, but this feeling in my stomach makes me want to take you out?
  10.  Are you the new school janitor? Because you just swept me off my feet.
  11. Your hand looks heavy. Let me hold it for you. 
  12. Something is wrong with my cell phone…its just that your numbers not in it It’s a good thing that I have my library card because I am totally checking you out.
  13.  Can I tie your shoe? Because I can’t have you falling for anyone else. 
  14. Even if there wasn’t any gravity on earth, I would still fall for you! 
  15. Know what’s on the menu? Me-n-u.
  16.  I’m learning about important dates in history. Wanna be one of them?
  17. You better call Life Alert, ‘cause I’ve fallen for you and I can’t get up. 
  18. You’re single, I’m single. Coincidence? I think not!
  19.  Hi, I’m writing a term paper on the finer things in life, and I was wondering if I could interview you? 
  20. Girl, if I were a fly, I’d be all over you, because you’re the shit!
  21.  Hey baby, you’ve got something on your butt - my eyes! 
  22. Was that an earthquake or did you just rock my world?
  23.  If you were a steak you would be well done.
  24. Hey… somebody farted. Let’s get out of here.
  25.  If you were a tear in my eye I would not cry for fear of losing you.
  26.  Was you father an alien? Because there’s nothing else like you on Earth! 
  27. Are your parents bakers? Because they sure made you a cutie pie!
  28.  You spend so much time in my mind, I should charge you rent. 
  29. Do I know you? Cause you look just like my next girlfriend. 
  30. I hope you know CPR, cuz you take my breath away!
  31. Can I follow you home? Cause my parents always told me to follow my dreams.
  32.  You look so familiar… didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry. 
  33. Was your dad a boxer? Cause you’re a knockout! 
  34. If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.
  35.  Do you work at a coffee shop, because I like you a latte!!!!!!!! 
  36. If you were a booger, I’d pick you first.
  37.  Did you have lucky charms for breakfast? Because you look magically delicious!
  38. Do you have a Band-Aid? Because I just scraped my knee falling for you.
  39.  I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way. 
  40. I lost my phone number, can I have yours?
  41.  Does your left eye hurt? Because you’ve been looking right all day. 
  42. Can I have directions? [To where?] To your heart. 
  43. The doctor says I’m lacking Vitamin U. 
  44. Have you been to the doctor recently, it looks like you need vitamin me
  45. Did you just fart because you blew me away!
  46. homosexuality is a disease… and I’ve caught it from u ;)
  47. If you were a fart, I’d hold you in forever
  48. How much does a polar bear weigh? Enough to break the ice, hi I’m Emily.
  49. My love for you is like diarrhea, I just can’t hold it in. 

I was tagged by the gorgeous @happyhxpeful to post my best 2016 selfies so here they are !!! I didn’t take many pictures, and honestly for the most part it was a pretty bad year bUT I did make a ton of mental progress. This was the year that I finally found the most amazing therapist, I started this blog which connected me to others going through similar situations, I finally got away from my abusive ex boyfriend who controlled me for years, and I even reconnected with someone extremely special from my past. I really don’t think I can express how relieved, happy, and excited I am for 2017 and the future. I hope everyone has at least one incredible experience, and I hope this year is overflowing with love, support and growth !!! 

I’m gonna tag my babes @eberronguy @cwote @sleeping-plant @absolouition @flowerhope @yousofoul💕✨

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trash-to-dumpster-human  asked:

What's your favorite Taeyong picture

okay so since im an indecisive person i would do my fave pictureS of taeyong but to limit myself ill do selfies i hope you’re prepared for this ride

we got taeil looking all cool and winwin being so cute and then there’s taeyong looking all fine and shit like uh no stop it

one again we got jaehyun and ten being the cuties they are but my boy taeyong had to go and take it an extra mile and look fine as FUk im not okay

his lil mustache stubble??? im?? sweating?? imma super nut

taeyong?? and his love??? im emotional no one touch me

taeyong with animals is a great concept i am crying in my room

look at all these cuties taeyong looks like a proud father of 34 i cry

that skin! that angle! that man! god is good!

the L he’s making is for me cause imma Lover of Taeyong hahahahaha

looking like the cute guy you see around campus who majors in art and is always drawing something on the brown sketch pad he always has in his hands

that hat makes my heart blush he looks so good in it 

this looks like a scene from a drama where you’re the girl he really likes and he saw you just walked past with another guy and hes wishing that was him but he gonna turn around and chill with his friends and act like hes not bothered by it but deep down he wants to be the one to hold your hands and wow taeyong that can be you please call me


we got papa john looking all fine then lee taeyong looking like he bout shoot me in the heart!


james bond who? 2tae for life shoot me in the knees i love 2tae so much

idk why taeyong had to go and look so fine like my bby jeno over there looking like the cutie he is then mr lee decided to make me cry smh 


that L once again cause i am a Lover of taeyong looking like tadashi


dem lil sideburns? wow. that chain? wow. the rose on his shirt? wow. the look in his eyes? wow. me? crying.


johnny bby looking cute and lee taeyong looking like That imma scream!


this pic is so confusing but who am i to disrupt his aesthetic 

real slim shady please stand up


his lil pinky sticking out his sleeve im :’((((( 

the lil flowers look like they’re in his hair and it makes me cry im imagining him in a flowercrown

this is so colourful and vibrant also as vibrant as his personality and also that lil peace sign hit me straight in the heart

glasses? on mr lee? whatta concept! make it happen again!! also i loved his grey/white hair 


why he gotta look like that like why he giving me dAT look im bouta combust  

his eyes are so pretty and his lips are so pretty and he is so pretty wow


Here is a picture with me and my dad and my younger siblings. My dad is my hero and someone who has been through hell and back trying to live a good life. A prisoner of war, a refugee, a Muslim and a hard-working Canadian. Please, the next time you want to defend your racist actions you’re not just taking away from history of what many people died for hoping for a better world. you’re erasing someone’s meaning of life, culture and something that makes them who they are. If you’re a white person who decides one day you’re going to care about race and forget it the next you’re no better than a racist. Reverse. Racism. Does. Not. Exist.

Bleeding Love

Originally posted by devils-drop

Disclaimer: I do not own anything except for the the story itself. Please do not copy or credit my work as your own.the picture above is not mine.

Quote: “Although the world is full of suffering, it is also full of the overcoming of it.” - Helen Keller

Requested by @writingsofawaywardnerd: The third assassin you can think of if you were to list them off + your favourite trope + your favourite quote

Words: 561

Warning: Blood and tears

Tagging: @writingsofawaywardnerd @bunnyyumyum @romancingthecreed @thepandadrawer @sailingalongchampagneshores @freedomaboveallelse @amarabliss @rooks-and-blighters

A/N: So I might’ve realized I enjoy giving Shay pain? Someone take him away from me. (Don’t worry there will be fluff soon)

The sound of metal meeting metal echoed around you as you and Shay fought off a group from an Assassin-affiliated gang that had ambushed you as the two of you had been making your way back to Fort Arsenal.

You kick away the corpse of a now deceased gang member off of your sword as you shoot at an advancing brute towards Shay. The resonance from your gun was enough to scare off a few birds as you and Shay sheathe your weapons.

“Wonderful way to end the night, if I do say so myself.” You remark dryly as you wipe a smidge of blood and dirt off of your face.

“I can think of a few things we can do to make our night better.” Shay replies coyly and you chuckle as Shay’s arms wrap around your back before he plants a kiss on your cheek. You see his eyes widen by a fraction as he looks behind you and a warning about to leave his lips as you begin to turn around when you feel something enter your back.

You gingerly move your fingers towards the spot where you felt numbness and meet cold metal with blood on its blade. Your blood.

You begin to spit out red while you feel your legs fail to keep you upright as Shay quickly draws out his pistol and shoots. A groan echoes a few meters away and you silently curse yourself for not paying more attention to your surroundings, for deluding yourself that the gang wouldn’t have sent out an extra person as a scout. However, you knew that everyone had to meet their end someday. Today was yours.

“Shay…” You manage to say as Shay takes a gentle hold of your body and carefully removes the knife that had made its way into your spleen. He begins to remove and tear apart parts of his clothes to stop the bleeding but you reach out to stop him.

“Y/N…” He says with pleading tone.

“We both know I won’t make it out of this forest before I bleed out,” You manage to spit out. “Stay with me here. Please.”

Shay reluctantly abides to your wishes as he sets you down gently on the forest floor. You feel him shift slightly to cradle your head in his arms as you take hold of his forearm.

“Dammit, lass. How am I supposed to suffer through this world without you besides me?” He chuckles as he toys with your H/C hair and you try to laugh but you push the idea aside in favor of not spewing blood within spitting distance.

“I realized a long time ago that although the world is full of suffering, it is full of overcoming.” You respond as blood begins staining your lips and chin. “You’ll find a way, darling. You always do.”

Shay’s eyes shine with unshed tears as your breath began thinning and you could no longer feel your finger drawing an ouroboros on his arm.

“I miss you already, lass.” He says as you try your best to draw your lips into a smile while tears began running down your cheeks.

“Don’t worry, Shay. We’ll meet again. I promise.” You tell him as your hand drops from his arm, as he presses one final kiss to your forehead and as you draw your last breath.

Thoughts of the day

It’s 15 degrees outside and it feels like 2, it’s snowing, areas of the city are still under emergency from a bad windstorm three days ago, and the St. Patrick’s Day parade is still on. The city and county asked the parade to postpone, they refused, and the city/county withdrew all their resources.

You know when someone (a white person) goes overseas on a church mission trip to Africa or to a conference in India about sex trafficking and they come back with a profile picture of them looking happy with a group of the local kids? That bothers me. We get it, you’re a Very Good Person. Take a picture with the house you built instead, hero.

I’m $3 away from free shipping on Amazon and anything I want to add on doesn’t qualify for free shipping. Fuck it, I’ll just get a bag of gummy worms.

Just a thought

Remember how conscious Simon was of his body in Napa? How Tobiias filmed him when he was shirtless and he was covering his chest and everything? Even in pictures he managed to shield his bare abdomen from view. JJ has obviously seen him shirtless before. When you’re friends with someone for that long, walking in on something that you’re not supposed to see is bound to happen. Maybe, the first time JJ saw Simon shirtless, Simon blushed and turned away, trying to find the closest shirt to slip on. But, JJ could’ve walked over to him, take his hands away from his chest, and hug him, cooing “You’re beautiful, okay? You don’t have to be shy around me. You’re a gorgeous human being.” And Simon could blush even harder, but hug back, listening to JJ’s compliments. Slowly, Simon learns not to be too conscious about it, but once a camera is out, all fear comes back. JJ understands that he can’t make him completely satisfied with his body, so he tries to make sure no cameras are around whilst Simon doesn’t have a shirt on, or tells people to stop filming. JJ just wants to protect this man at all costs, because he means so much to him.

omg so like… i met amber benson today right and it was the best thing that’s ever happened to me

she came up to my register and she was already laughing and smiling with one of my coworkers and for a second i was like “no….. there’s no way….” but i asked i was like “are you amber benson??” and she was like “yes!” and literally i immediately started welling up and i was like “okay, okay, i’m not gonna cry, i’m not gonna cry” and she started laughing and was like “no! don’t cry!! no tears!” and i just laughed bc my heart was pounding too much for me to do anything else and she asked me my name and i told her and she held out her hand and was like “i’m amber!” and i shook her hand and was like I KNOW!! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE I LOVE YOU and she laughed more and said “do you want to like… sneak away to take a picture?” and i was like BOY DO I!!! so i got someone (ironically named terra) to  cover for me and i ran out from behind the counter and found her and took a selfie and i was shaking and my heart was pounding and she was just so lovely and i was like “i’m sorry, i’m just so happy to meet you, tara’s one of my favorite characters” and she was like “oh, you’re so sweet, thank you so much!” and i hugged her and she went to her seat and stayed at the bakery for a long time, like four hours, and when she left i was making espresso and she came over to me and put her hand on my hand and said “it was so nice to meet you” and i had a coronary and died

Theme Set : Jealousy
  • Feeling replaced, watching from the outside and feeling like the odd man out 
  • Wondering if things would be different if you had done something
  • Not realizing how much you actually care until you find yourself clenching your fists to keep yourself calm
  • Surges of possessiveness that you try to rationalize away or dismiss with a heavy heart
  • A lurch in your stomach when you see them smiling and laughing with someone else, because you want to be the reason that they’re happy
  • Looking at their new pictures with another person on social media until you can’t breathe because you can’t stand to see these reminders that they want someone else in the same way that you want them
  • Unwelcome thoughts that are endless variations of ‘no, this is mine, you can’t take something this important away from me, why do you think you can do this
  • Wanting them to touch you even for a second, just to feel like there’s a single gesture, a single moment that you can say was meant specifically for you

The windows of Steve’s office show how late it’s gotten if the dim state of the space outside didn’t clue him in. Bucky left hours ago now with a snarky comment Steve paid only half a mind to. Frankly he needs something to focus on right now. Not that his mind has made focusing on anything easy since he went to lecture at MIT with the mechanical engineering students. Steve hasn’t even thrown out the coffee stained oxford shirt either, it’s sitting in the laundry buried under socks and boxers.

Clacking of hard soled shoes reaches his ears making him look up from the blueprint sitting on his desk for his approval. He’s got a small stack of particulars about the material costs and estimated lead time on them all to determine a development schedule.

“Aren’t you impressed I lasted a week?” Tony Stark is leaning back against the door to his office, grinning at him. He’s wearing a tuxedo, not anything someone could pull off a rack or rent but it’s a step up from the jeans and sweatshirt he saw him in before wearing that same grin when he stumped Steve Rogers.

And he might have a point. Steve hasn’t stopped thinking about Tony since meeting him. It’s not ofter someone stumps him or even questions him the way Tony had within meeting him. Not to mention the young man is rather easy on the eyes.

Which might have prompted Steve to send Tony a flower’s shop worth of roses, and then some. Not to mention a few other things. Coffee, chocolate - things that would appeal to someone who needed to pull the hours a college student would surely. 

But he’d received no kind of reply other than for Bucky to call him stupid. Peggy hadn’t heard the whole of it just yet, but she’d surely take Bucky’s side. Sam had just put his hand in his face and left when Steve had asked if roses were the best choice or just cliche. Truthfully it had been rather unhelpful to his current plight. Natasha had just smirked and mentioned it was nice to see him have deeper feelings for someone than a puddle for a change.

Steve leans back in his head when he hears the click of the door lock. 

“Do you always go out of your way to try and charm strangers?” There is a hint of a playful bite in the words.

“The ones that are worth it.” Steve hears himself say, a bit surprised to find that’s true. Convincing someone to keep him company isn’t exactly a challenge for him, hasn’t been for some time. 

“And I’m worth it?” Tony is picking his way around the chairs and table for more business related purposes. The younger man lets his eyes search through the room, amused by what he sees. “And what did you plan to do with me when you got me?”

He hadn’t quite thought that far. Steve had been side-tracked by how much interested in was in Tony. He’d been refused and dealt with it fine plenty of times before. But Tony had been sweet when he’d ended up covering Steve in overly sweet coffee, dabbing at him with paper napkins like it would save his suit. Apologetic and nervous. Then he’d been so very smart, the likes of which Steve saw rarely even with his job. 

Steve had a type and he knew this. Tony fit it. Fit it a little too well if his interest spoke of itself.

“Anything.” He hadn’t meant to say that.

The words were out there, nothing he could snatch back. For the laugh it earned from Tony he didn’t see why he’d have wanted to. 

Tony bent at the waist, palms resting down on the top of the desk. The print crinkled under his hands but Steve found his eyes caught on Tony instead. Smiling and with a mischief in his eyes Tony was difficult to ignore, tantalizingly close. Steve was surprised how much he just wanted to pull him across the desk closer.

Attraction was no strange to him. He’d had his share of bedfellows who had been alluring, almost irresistible in their draw. Or perhaps he didn’t know what it felt like for attraction to be this magnetic. Steve felt almost bewitched, outside of his own will at how he found his desire for Tony Stark. Perhaps the strangest part of his attraction was he found he wanted something that was not limited to what he had shared with his past lovers. A good long night of memories was all good and fine, even if they faded so quickly, but instead he wanted more than one night. Selfish as it might have been he wanted to keep Tony coming back if he succumbed to come at all. Affection wasn’t in short supply for him to offer but he didn’t want to spoil them like this. Didn’t want to offer them so much so easily as he did now.

It might have been his wishful thinking but Tony’s face seemed to soften. Tony loosened his tie and pulled the knot loose while coming around the side of the desk. After that he opened the button at the collar of his shirt. 

“Not giving me much to work with.” 

But Steve was distracted in watching Tony shrug off the tuxedo jacket, letting it drop to the floor without wasting thought on it. Further driven to distraction when the cummerbund came loose, edge catching the desk as it fell. 

“Mean gone to that much effort to get my attention to not give me any direction when I get here? Want me to go for the door so you can stop me, sweep me up off my feet? You might be the closet romantic type. Or would you rather pretend I’m some kind of rent boy? Am I your Eliza Doolittle to polish up and set into the world?” Tony reaches for and pulls Steve’s tie to hang between them. “The rain in Spain falls mainly on the plain.”

Steve finds the words more than enough provocation to reach forward and pull Tony closer. His own feet shifting a parting to make space between his knees for Tony to stand. He’s still seated, leaving Tony standing over him as he is. Tie unknotted, hanging around his neck and collar open. It’s enough to make Steve rest his hands on Tony’s sides drawing him closer until they rest on his back. The material under his hands is smooth and smells clean. 

Somehow it is particularly easy to rest his head against Tony’s chest. The infers that drag up over his neck into his hair is more comforting than sensual. 

“I don’t want to change you.” The confession feels almost natural with their position. 

Almost in approval the hands in his hair smooth it back into place. 

“You want me.” Tony mutters against the crown of his head like it’s a secret between them. There’s a taunting satisfaction in his tone.

“I do.” He can only grip at the shirt under his hands further. He wants Tony there, with him. 

A hand drifts down and rests against Steve’s jaw. A thumb sweeps lightly over his cheek before the grip coaxes him to look upwards. 

“Maybe you should be in your bed at home to do this Boss.”

Steve is confused by the statement, but more by the drastic change in Tony’s tone. Gone is the teasing siren call, replaced with a low concern. Tony’s face is still just as it was before, eyes bright and intent on him. 


A hand on his shoulder jolts Steve upwards, sitting up in his chair bewildered at the change. His office is empty, Tony is no where to be found and his chair is pulled in to the edge of the desk. His elbow is damp for some reason and a glance at the desk proves he’s spilled coffee everywhere. 


Happy is standing on the other side of the desk frowning down at him. He’s a kind man and it shows on his face.

“Mr. Hogan.” Steve clears his throat after hoping he’ll sound less like he’s been gargling glass for it. 

“Fell asleep in your office. Should go home to get some sleep Boss.” Happy sounds worried.

Steve’s eyes check the empty office for someone who isn’t there and can’t imagine staying. “I think you’re right. Thank you…for waking me up.”

“Bad dream?”

Steve is standing up ignoring the way his back cracks to do so. “No, not exactly.” It wasn’t bad but more telling about his current loneliness than he was comfortable than admitting with himself.

“Wanna talk about it? Supposed to help.” Happy offers.

The look of trepidation on Happy’s face is enough to convince Steve sharing would only be mean spirited. “No, but thank you. I can see myself out.”

“I’m just going to get back to my rounds…” 

Steve nods to the gesture that Happy makes. He’s quick to leave but Steve doesn’t pay it too much mind. He’s still trying to shake off the lingering traces of his dream. He doesn’t mean to think about clever hands or smart eyes while he wipes himself down of stale coffee with a few tissues but he does. Everything just rounds back to Tony lately.

If he could make himself mind more than he does, it would have been easier to handle. Instead Steve wonders if something a little less difficult to ignore than flowers would let him see Tony in person again.

On his way out of the office he’s already contemplating some kind of singing messenger service. 

This will FOREVER be my favorite picture of myself as its the result of me aggressively pulling the phone away from my face while i was taking selfies cause i heard someone coming close and i didnt want to be caught in the shameless act.