nygmobblepositivity (god knows which part this is)
Yes. I am doing another one of these in light of recent revelations from multiple sources over the past couple months. And also because
Apparently there is still negativity and possibly still some very thorough doubt. I’m hear to ease as many tensions as possible by request of this anon. So here we go. I’m going to show you all, Nnygmobblepot can still happen. More than ever, stronger than ever, and forever of course.
This was a very wonderful interview and especially for Nygmobblepot fans. A fan tries to ask questions concerning Nygmobblepot. Robin says he can’t say much, but Riddler has “a guilty conscience” and then he gives the most suspicious look as if he knows precisely what he’s hiding from shippers. There were also mentions of Oswald’s sexuality which proved very interesting.
This was an instagram video that showed Erin, Drew, and Robin on set singing and Cory dancing just a couple feet away. This sort of proved they have already been filming scenes together, in what looks like Ivy’s house/place.
When DM’d on Instagram about if Nygmobblepot had a chance, our wondeful Lucius Fox ‘Chris Chalk’ said “Anything could happen with time.”
4. Hallucination Oswald
This leaked image gave us insight on 3x15, the next coming episode. This obviously personifies Edward’s confirmed “guilt” towards his actions upon Oswald, the possible love of his life. This confirmed Ed will in fact be haunted by Oswald’s image, because does in fact feel terrible. This is fact.
5. THIS FUCKING PICTURE FUCK ME UP
This finally gave us a picture with real oswald and edward and ed looks happier than he has IN SUCH A LONG TIME. You can think what you want, but I know how to read faces. That is a face of pure love, adoration, relief. He’s on the verge of tears, and he looks so goddamn grounded. Let me demonstrate what love looks like.
Ed has finally realized his own feelings. You can tell. I’m so glad it took so long, because now they have seen the best and worst in one another and will try their hardest never to lose the other again.
If you can’t see that, I feel for you. These two are soul mates, and we should be more hopeful and optimistic than ever. Because Cory’s expression alone already confirms so much.
-Additional Positive Bits-
Cory Michael Smith using purple and green fonts during an instagram story
Selina Kyle in the background of the latest picture, signaling to me that she helped Ed find Oswald through the help of her good friend, Ivy.
Structurally, the plot narrative is going to be switched over to Ed’s POV since it was stuck in Oswald’s for so long, so we’re going to watch this man fall in love, just like we did with Penguin.
The most recent photo ^^ being the only new spoiler/promo picture where Edward is smiling genuinely.
WE HAVE SEVEN GODDAMN EPISODES LEFT AND IT’S GOING TO HAPPEN AND WE ALL KNOW IT. SO ANY PESSIMISM YOU HAVE LEFT IS GOING TO BE CRUSHED. NYGMOBBLEPOT IS ALIVE.
if you’re a woman who’s attracted to women but you can’t see yourself marrying one, know that that feeling is so common and very often temporary. this is not to say that i know you better than you know yourself; maybe you just don’t want to get married and that’s ok. but very few women have grown up with the idea that they could marry another woman, and it’s hard to picture something for yourself that you’ve so rarely seen!
i couldn’t see myself marrying a woman for a long time, but i did and it’s the best thing i’ve ever done and the many messages i get telling me my blog has helped people picture themselves marrying other women tell me i’m not alone. know that whatever you end up wanting is okay, but don’t stress if there’s some aspect of loving women that doesn’t come to you with perfect ease. in a way we’re forging new cultural territory here. it’s only natural to feel a little lost without a map.
Hands down, the best fruity snacks ever (in my book) are Bare Snacks.
Some of you might have seen my insta story (I thank you kindly for watching 🐭) and now know that the baked crunchy coconut chips are out of this world and therefore cannot be left alone with me. I hope you try and tell me what you think. 😉 These snacks offer a nice crunch to morning porridge (pictured above).
me, when Renjun posts a selfie:
wow!! amazing!! talent!! my boy Did That! Ladies and gents, this just in, Huang Renjun has single handedly saved kpop with his face, and oh what A Face it is. Does life imitate art or does art imitate life? Who gives a fuck, because this picture is Both. The best thing I've ever seen. The photo of the century. No selfie by anyone Ever could be half as good as this true masterpiece which he has just blessedt my eyes with.
*posts another selfie*
this is it, you guys, the best thing that I have ever laid my eyes on. no like I don't think you understand, I really mean The Best-
— just wow. I hit 1k followers just about five months ago and last night i actually reached that 2k milestone
🎉 I’m a little bit speechless, because i never thought that so many people would enjoy and love those shitty edits of mine and would actually want to talk to me about my fave characters, my life and literally just anything? It’s amazing and i’m beyond grateful for all of the support and appreciate each and everyone of you; especially my lovely mutuals. And even though all of this is still beyond me, i wanted to give the following people a big and plushy shoutout! Thanks for following and i love you, guys!
of course my sweet parabatai has to be the first person on my list that’s going to be mentioned
— i don’t make the rules. mags, you lovely human being. i don’t think i can put my feelings for you into words that actually make sense, but i’m going to try. you’re one of the most amazing people i ever got to meet and i’m beyond grateful for your existence. we’re basically the same person which, let’s be honest, sometimes creeps the shit out of us, but at the end of the day that’s probably one of the reasons why i love you as much as i do. you share my love for harry shum jr and don’t even get me started on necks and collarbones and all the thirst (yes, we need some holy water, babe.) you also share my love for poetry and prose and you’re one of those people i can talk to about literally anything. you talk to me about life changing decisions, drag me for my typos, encourage and support me to be the best version of myself, send me cute pictures of your kitties to cheer me up, send me funny memes and videos, bless my day with your beautiful selfies and most importantly you’re always there for me. and you always make sure that i never forget about that. i’m honoured to be your friend and i love you so much!
DAMN GURL is the first thing that comes to my mind when i think about you, brooke. you’re not only one of the most beautiful and sweet girls i have ever seen (please never ever stop sending me those gorgeous selfies!) but also one strong and genuinely kind and caring person. you’re like a little sister to me, except for the fact that i’m the vodka mom friend™ and your mom would probably kick me out within two weeks :’) i love that you speak your mind and how enthusiastic you are when you talk about the things you love. you’re so open minded, share my sense of humour and i can have those 3AM kinda conversations with you at any time of the day. i’m so so glad that you’re a part of my life and that i’m able to call you my fufe. i love you! … and don’t forget the fact that, if someone were to hurt you, i’d fly over to the US in a second to wreak vengeance for you c; #lol
where do i start when it comes to you, yael? god. i remember the day i saw that you followed me and how i instantly freaked out for a second and had to remind myself that i’m an adult and that we fangirl in silence c; you were and always will be one of the editors i admire the most. you’re so incredibly talented
— and i’m not only talking about gifs and editing in general, even tho i always get those heart eyes when i see you posted another one of those gorgeous sets of yours. but you’re also seriously talented in cheering me up when i’m at my worst and you make me feel like i can talk to you about anything. it doesn’t matter if it’s just fangirling and fandom talk or those moments when my anxiety is rising and it feels like it’s crushing me down; you’re there. and i can’t tell you how grateful i am for that. you’re such a kind, strong and intelligent woman and you inspire me. i love it when you talk about your religion and traveling, share your personal stories and expierences with me and the fact that i can still learn so much from you. please, don’t ever change and please, take me to jerusalem and show me the city. i love you so much!
you’re the cutest little bean on this planet, brie. thank you so much for instantly writing me when i posted your blograte — we might’ve never talked if you didn’t, because i’m a shy chicken and i seriously wouldn’t want to miss you and our conversations for the world. you have a thing for poetry, just like me and are a quite talented poet yourself (even though you don’t always see that yourself) and i’m amazed at how much talent and kindness you carry in your heart and brain. the second we started talking i knew that i had made a new friend, because that’s how you treated me from the start, even though we didn’t really know each other at the time. you’re such a warm and loving person and way too precious for my anxious ass; seriously. i love your honesty, your humour, your love for stephen king and the stories about your family (#zwetschgenknödel are the best 😉) and how you’re not someone who’s quick to judge others and always makes sure the people around you are feeling welcome and good. i know you tend to underestimate yourself and that we haven’t talked that much lately, but please let me tell you that you’re an awesome human being and that you can do absolutetly everything you put your mind to. you don’t have to hide your talents, mein mädchen. i love you!
it feels like i’m an open book to you, mel, but i love that feeling. when i’m talking to you i feel genuinely understood and most importantly safe. i don’t have to think about something twice when i’m talking to you, because i know i can be completely honest. you’re so open minded and i love that we share an interest and passion in other cultures and religions. if we could, we’d probably travel the whole world! i also love it when you send me poems and little texts that made you think of me, ramble in your tags and how we’re just on the same wavelength. you’re so unapologetically yourself (and that’s a gorgeous self btw!) and i admire that so much. even though we haven’t talked that much lately, it’s always a blessing to know and see you on my dash. you make me smile and i love you! (that’s a #leveup for our friendship, right? c; )
➸ i want to throw puppies at you because you’re so perfect it frustrates me #absolutefaves | | blessed by your existence ➸ listed in no particular order
Wow. It’s like Bucky is narrating Clint’s internal monologue. He finally conquered the Dog Cops season finale just as the sun was coming up, and now whatever the fuck the yardarm is the sun is for certain not over it and Clint’s being woken by a shrieking assassin. He groans and considers burying his head under the pillow, but Bucky’s swearing is getting progressively more distressed, and for reasons beyond him Clint kind of cares about that.
He rolls over, blinks up at the ceiling for a second, blindly fumbles for his aids and blearily hooks them in. Then he flops onto his side, places a supportive hand on Bucky’s knee, and aims his sleepy groan in the vague direction of sympathetic.
“I told ‘em Hawkeye,” Bucky says, shaking his tablet angrily but belied by the disappointment in his tone. “How did they fuck up this bad?”
Clint caterpillar wriggles up against the pillows, blinks until the screen comes into focus.
CUPID’S ARROW THAWS WINTER SOLDIER! The headline screams, and under that is a picture of - oh, shit - of Bucky laughing with Katie.
Clint snorts, somewhere messy between hysterical and appalled, and claps a hand over his eyes like anything less than brain bleach will work at this point.
“Shit, Clint,” Bucky says, “I’m sorry, I thought we could finally wear our rings out, I didn’t mean to -”
“This is the best thing I have ever seen,” Clint says, still half muffled under his hand, “holy fuck I can’t wait to tell our future kids.”
“Our -?” Bucky’s voice is kinda faint, and when Clint finally lowers his hand, his gobsmacked face matches it.
“Like we’re not gonna,” Clint says.
“Our -?” Bucky repeats, still kinda lost, but this time with a slow dawning smile.
“Happy anniversary,” Clint says, “best anniversary present ever.” And maybe the kiss he presses to Bucky’s lips is a little distracted, what with picturing the look on Katie-Kate’s face when she sees this shit, but he’s got a lifetime to improve on it.
I’m a lot like a lot of wrestling fans and enthusiasts, in that when I think about wrestling, I always recall my favorites through the years. Wrestlers I grew up with, idolized, watch their careers flourish. Guys like Edge, Triple H, Chris Jericho, etc who I saw through various stages of their careers. It’s hard to picture where many main-eventers and Hall Of Famers would be if their careers had never included The Undertaker.
For three decades, the Deadman conquered them all, broke streaks, stood tall as champion numerous times, held every single piece of glory imaginable, and for good cause. Many wrestlers, and by many I mean every one I’ve ever seen mention him, cite The Undertaker as beneficial to their careers. His work, his mind, his abilities have helped everyone around him, as he’s always been willing to do business both for himself and the company, and did the best he could for the fans. On Sunday night, a pivotal piece of my childhood was removed as The Undertaker took off his gloves, coat, and hat, raising his fist as three final gongs sounded throughout Orlando.
I remember being a child when I first got into wrestling and seeing The Undertaker come to the ring. As a kid who loved horror movies, there was something so impressive about this monstrous man, who could fly through the sky and drop massive wrestlers on their heads with ease. I remember my cousin lying to me and saying that he once touched the ‘Taker’s glove at a show and it was slimy. Shit like that stayed in my mind for decades, because even though I’ve always known he’s full of shit, it wasn’t completely far-fetched. This terrifying creature became part of me, no matter who else I was focused on.
[Age 13 with a birthday gift from my sister: an Undertaker Wall Takers frame.]
For longtime wrestling fans, imagine your childhood without The Undertaker. No feud with Hulk Hogan, Shawn Michaels, Bret Hart, no Hell In A Cell, no emergence of Kane, no Ministry Of Darkness, no American Badass, no Jeff Hardy ladder match, no feud with Paul Bearer and Mankind, no Boiler Room Brawl or Buried Alive Match. Imagine all of that taken out. Now, tell me what happened in wrestling around the same time that any of that took place that had nothing to do with the Deadman. Think of the most exciting storytelling taking place at that time. I’ll wait, because it’ll take you a while.
The Undertaker is a part of wrestling history that has been the strongest definition of glory, sacrifice, and pain for three decades. I’ve gained and lost friends since I first saw The Undertaker. I went from a child to a man. I was watching The Undertaker wrestle before my first kiss, my first date, before I lost my virginity, before I bought a car, before my high school graduation, before I ever fell in love, before I’d ever eaten at most of my favorite restaurants, before I’d traveled to other cities and countries. Hell, all of the things I find normal that have been a part of my life for ages haven’t been in my life as long as The Undertaker has.
[The Deadman at an autograph signing at OVW, June 2001.]
Simply put… it’s shocking to think that The Undertaker, a man who has been on my TV and computer screens since I was old enough to whisper “fuck” behind my mom’s back, may never step into the ring again. Despite his physical health, his inability to perform like he could 20 years ago (which was 1997, holy shit), and despite the fact that he’s one of the last wrestlers still standing from HIS era, it’s unfathomable that there may never be another Undertaker WrestleMania match. Wrestlers in the world right now are working their asses off to have one day potentially had that moment of glory, that may never come.
The Undertaker has given us his life. Thirty three of his 52 years on this Earth have been spent giving his body to professional wrestling. Throughout all the emotions I feel toward his retiring, above them all is thankful. Thank you, Taker.
for my stony bingo card, “fourth of july”. disgusting fluff.
Steve’s out at the
balcony. Tony moves through the crowd of people, carefully balancing
the two drinks he’s carrying so that nothing spills. The music
isn’t loud—Steve’s not a fan, and it is
his party—but there’s a lot of people here, Avengers current and
past, and all the conversations aren’t exactly quiet. Tony
understands why Steve wanted a break.
touch of fresh air is welcoming outside; even with the
air-conditioning, so many people inside don’t make for a
comfortable atmosphere. (Johnny Storm isn’t helping, either).
turns as Tony approaches him and smiles. He looks utterly unfair
in the tight blue shirt he’s wearing, and Tony suppresses a shiver.
He didn’t manoeuvre through the crowd only to drop the drinks when
he’s almost at Steve’s side.
you, old man,” Tony jokes as he hands Steve his glass: a blue
mixture with a strawberry on top. It’s as non-alcoholic as Tony’s
own drink—Steve doesn’t like to drink next to him. Sometimes Tony
thinks Steve’s more bothered than Tony is, when that happens.
Steve asks hopefully before taking a sip.
Tony says. “Mine is orange and I’m not sharing.”
is a lie, because he’d share anything and everything with Steve—but
then, Steve knows that, if his little smile is anything to go by.
nice,” Steve says, gesturing at everyone inside. “I’m glad
they’re having fun.”
raises an eyebrow. “Not you?”
more now that you’re here,” Steve says.
abandoned me,” Tony points out. “I had to look for you.”
knew you’d find me,” Steve says softly. “Wouldn’t be the
warm settles in Tony’s belly at the memory of that first day he’d
ever seen Steve, real, in the flesh, not just a picture in a history
book. The best day of his life—because it brought on the next
years, all of them spent at Steve’s side.
know me,” Tony lets out through his tight throat. “Always a
a keeper,” Steve murmurs, leaning in to kiss him. Tony tilts his
head, tastes the blueberry on Steve’s lips. He puts his free hand
on Steve’s arm and squeezes gently.
you,” he says when they separate.
too,” Steve says. He always, always answers when Tony says that;
and it never fails to make Tony smile. “Wanna skip the rest of the
party?” Steve asks.
stabs him in the chest with his finger. “The fireworks haven’t
even started yet. You’re not getting your gift before the
doesn’t look impressed. “You already gave me a gift.”
other gift,” Tony
Steve replies, eloquently.
because it’s Steve’s birthday, the Fantastic Four and the X-Men
both promised to take any emergencies happening tonight or tomorrow .
. . Not that that would make Steve stay in bed, if something
happened—or Tony, for that matter—but it is nice to think they’d
have a few undisturbed hours.
. . you sure about waiting for the fireworks?” Steve asks.
is a virtue,” Tony says, plucking the strawberry from Steve’s glass
and putting it to his mouth.
licks at Tony’s fingers, and Tony snaps his hand away. “Uh-huh,
no, fireworks first,” he says.
luck would have it, the show starts the next moment, and Steve grins
at Tony as if he timed that himself.
The Saints Row protagonist is a legitimately great character
A few years back, I wrote an article arguing that the
concept of a videogame protagonist is a tricky storytelling challenge, since
there’s an inherent conflict between the player’s own actions and what a writer
might demand of a character. I used the now-classic example of Adam Jensen in
Deus Ex: Human Revolution, who is largely an audience surrogate but will
occasionally do something moronic in a cutscene and thus force the player to
clean up his mess once they’ve regained control of him. This is still a problem
I see a lot of games suffer with whenever they try to tell a decent story, but
nobody was more surprised than me when I started playing through the Saints Row
series and discovered that it might have one of the best compromises between
characterisation and player agency I’ve ever seen in all my years of
unhealthily obsessive gaming.
The boss of the Third Street Saints is a character with no
canonically determined gender, sexuality, race or even voice. But their
dialogue and general manner paints quite a vivid picture of a witty, confident
and frequently psychotic individual. Their story is of a no-name street thug
who rises through the ranks and ultimately seizes the presidency of the United
States before having to fend off an alien invasion. But through it all they
maintain a jovial, potentially amorous relationship with their lieutenants and
display such enthusiasm towards violence and domination that it’s believable
they’d insist on continuing to help out with the ground-level crime even once
they’ve built the Saints up to the point that they command a fleet of
laser-equipped VTOLs. In short, they’re a completely irredeemable bastard who
still manages to be relatable because of their charisma and the fact that their
behaviour lines up perfectly with how most players tend to react when dropped
into a sandbox full of flamethrowers and dildo bats.
I think Saints Row as a franchise is deceptively clever in
its design beneath all the manure-spraying and pop culture references, and how the
protagonist is used throughout the overarching story is pretty damn unique.
Most truly memorable game characters tend to be the people you meet as you steer
your generic avatar around like Sheldon Cooper’s virtual presence device, whereas
Saints Row is as much of a character piece about the Saints Boss as anything
else. Saints Row 2 in particular managed some good tonal variety and
established a level of customisation and open-ended design that ended up making
me weirdly invested in the expansion of my criminal empire. Whether by
intention or by accident, Volition hit some kind of magical sweet spot that
gave players great freedom in how they expressed themselves while still
presenting a memorable and almost worryingly relatable main character.
So am I saying that every game should embrace Saints Row’s
very specific brand of protagonist? Absolutely not. But think of how many games
settle for a bland, personality-free protagonist seemingly because the creators
assume the audience won’t care, when giving players a character they can become
attached to in their own way can help cultivate the sort of devoted following
Saints Row has enjoyed. If I was feeling hyperbolic, I might even say that
Saints Row is the RoboCop of videogames: an intelligent work of fiction that’s
not afraid to revel in explosions and dick jokes.
To celebrate Supernatural’s 15th season, the producers have decided to hold a contest to cast an unknown in a recurring role as Sam’s rumored love interest. They are doing open casting calls all over the country. Your best friend Nikki wants to go and she drags you along.
A/N: My inspiration for Nikki is the one and only red, @oriona75. So I am actually telling two stories here, Jared and Readers, and Sam and Gemini’s. It flips back and forth, so try and keep up! :)
Characters: Jared Padalecki, Reader, Best friend Nikki(OC) Jensen Ackles, Misha Collins, Mark Sheppard, PA Emily (OC) Cliff, Other Supernatural cast and crew
This particular artist managed to perfectly replicate the OoT/MM art style and “anime-ify” it. If a Zelda anime were to ever happen, it NEEDS to have this art style as it’s literally perfect in every way possible.
THIS is how you stay true to the original art style while putting a new spin on it.
Not only are these pictures simply gorgeous beyond everything, these are some of the best pictures I’ve ever seen and is one of the best art styles I’ve ever seen. It’s a sin that it doesn’t even have 2500 views.
There’s many more where this came from so check them out at the original source here
Fun fact: The picture of Beast Ganon is based off some concept art of him from Hyrule Historia
Edit: Here’s Saria and Darunia which I forgot to add.
❈hoseok x reader ❈genre: angst + dancer!au + roommates!au ❈word count: 7843 ❈warnings: sexual references + language ❈ pt. 2
“I know you’re in love with him.”
There’s an ache in your heart, a hole, desperately needing to be filled, unwilling, unable, to actually ask for that. Nostalgia colors your voice, wanting what cannot be, wanting what you had.
The mirrors reflected his every movement, every breath, every huff, every sly glance, every drop of sweat that falls down his face and traces the veins of his neck. The music falls through him, entangles with his soul and runs through his every artery. You see the way his chest rises and falls, and the rhythm pulses through him in waves of gold magic, and he contorts his body in a way that seems almost painfully difficult but he is at ease. Hoseok’s face, a mask of cold, empty passion, doesn’t flush red like yours does when you dance and instead remains calm. Here, he is in his place of ultimate happiness, his metaphorical heaven of meadows and blue skies and flowers and butterflies. The soft tap of his feet of his feet as he flips across the room and the swaying of his dancer’s hips and the flourish of his hands as he leaps through the air, these all make him seem more lively.
The music speaks to him and ends, and you are left staring in awe, and you feel winded; your soul has left your body to try to find where his goes when he dances.
You know what? It’s been years. I’ve seen so many sides of Himchan now. I must be used to him by now. I can’t possibly be stunned and shaken by him ever again.
*sees a new pic of Himchan*
I have never before seen such beauty, grace and sheer polished perfection ever before in my entire life. This is the Best Picture of Himchan Ever. No other image can ever compare to this absolutely gorgeous shot of him. Beauty has never been captured so stunningly. I want this tattoed on my eyelids, printed on my ceiling and set as all my background and lockscreens. I will show this to everyone. I can die now having witnessed this.
*sees another new pic*
I have never before seen such beauty, grace and sheer polished perfection ever before in my entire life. This is the Be
So here is the second part of the first Ignis x reader I wrote! I apologise is this seems too much like a ‘filler’ chapter, but the word count got so long and I didn’t want to rush things so I’m writing the next bit as a next chapter! If anyone would be interested that is! Thank you for reading! ~