the end of this month marks 2 years since exo dropped exodus. it’s been 2 years since they came back after Hell Era™ n delivered unto us what is arguably the greatest album of all time. it’s been 2 years since exo reinvented the music industry yet again n the decided to continuously one-up themselves with every single release after that. honestly. the iconography

YOI ep 10 has still got me awed at how amazing this anime has progressed. But one thing that got me really intrigued, is where it was set: Barcelona.

Now, I remember reading a post somewhere (I’ll edit this once I find it) that Kubo-sensei and a friend traveled to Barcelona to look at monuments and places for the anime etc etc

Of course, I checked her IG and I found these gems:





anonymous asked:

Hello, I don't know if you take any prompts, but this thought haunts me for a few week. Imagine, John receives comments on his blog (he still runs it) where people speculate that Sherlock saved Irene and now they are have child together and raises him. John decides to tell this rumors to Sherlock and greate detective is sweating and stutter( cause it's true) and John can't believes his eyes, he is in shock! To wonderful Adlock writers, feel free to use this prompt as you want. Thanks

Oooh Dear Anon! I don’t request prompts….but if someone wants to drop some  in my Ask, I’ll do my best to fulfill their wishes ^^

As for your prompt, i gotta say, i couldn’t resist!!! Sorry if it is a bit late or if it has any mistake. Enjoy :3

Since John began to run his blog again, he had received plenty of new comments full with new and elaborate theories on how his friend could have survived the fall. As a side note, a few of them were creepy or weird, he blames Anderson and his fan-detective club for those. Every fan theory he received was very thoroughly thought and John enjoyed reading every of them.

One day, the comments began to appear on Irene Adler’s case. Some of them inquiring if she ever appeared again, or if Sherlock ever found her under the witness protection. Despite John insistence on her total disappearing, people didn’t let go on the matter.

“Witness protection? Never see her again? That’s bullsh*t!! For what you write on this blog, Sherlock Holmes would’ve never let that woman go. I’m very sure he went after her. I mean, what about those two years he went missing? I’m sure he went to find Irene Adler.”

It was this comment that triggered a rain of speculations on her whereabouts and current situation. The theories escalated from simple visit from Sherlock to more elaborated scenarios relating the government or the MI6, going to uncover missions for the Russians or dropping the mischief and living a happy life with a lawyer. After two weeks of continuous comments about it, the fans seemed to finally conceived one single theory who gathered all the others. During his two years away, Sherlock  found Irene Adler, they spent those two years together and beared a child, but Sherlock had to return from this  life to defend London. After reading this, John laughed, closed the laptop and went to sleep.

Days passed and for an unexplainable reason, John couldn’t take that final theory out of his head. He didn’t believe it of course. It was ridiculous, Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler? Well, John knew they kept in contact, Sherlock still receive text messages from Ms Adler, also he admitted they text each other occasionally. But a child? That was too much, too much speculation from Anderson’s crazy detectives club.

Another week went by and the theory settled its roots deeper and deeper on John’s mind. On a restless night his mind began to wander about it. The two years disappearing, finding her, living together, that could accidentally lead to a pregnancy… maybe, and then? Sherlock and Irene raising a child together? No, no, impossible. It was just silly, absurd. With that final thought, John rested.

“I’ve been receiving new feedbacks in the blog.” Comments John one afternoon in Baker street. Sherlock doesn’t answers as he is concentrate on a experiment on the kitchen table.

“Theories on how you survived the jump from Bart’s.”

“Any of them interesting?” Asks Sherlock with low interest.

“There was one about… Irene Adler.” This catches Sherlock attention, but he tries to hide it and pretends he didn’t heard. “I said, there was a theory about Irene Adler.” John repeats louder this time.

“Mh, what was that?” Asks Sherlock. In John’s opinion, he is playing the fool.

“Irene Adler, someone thinks she- well, she and you… er… had something during the two years you were supposedly dead.” At John’s words, Sherlock laughs nervously but pays no further attention. “So? Nothing to say?” Insists John.

“What do you want me to say?”

“Well, you still text each other. Are you going to tell me you both met during your absence?”

“Fine!” Exclaims Sherlock annoyed. “Yes, John, we met, some… few times.” Answers Sherlock uncomfortable.

“Oh, so… a few times…” Sherlock ignores him and focus again on his experiment. “Because, the theory doesn’t ends there. These people thinks you and her had a child.” As soon as this words reach Sherlock’s ear he drops the flask he is holding and it crashes on the floor. Standing quickly, the detective begins to gather the glass pieces and clean the mess. John is astonished by this reaction. “You ok?”

“Yes, yes, I just… drop it.”

“You seem nervous.”

“I am not.” Answers Sherlock, running his fingers through his hair.

“You sure?” John insists.

“I said I’m fine!” He yells this time.

Slowly, John stands from his position and walks towards Sherlock, sharpening his gaze, John starts to notice subtle details on his friend. Clumsy moves, altered breathing pattern, sweating, the sly shake on his hands, darting eyes. That’s when John starts to remember situations who seemed odd back then, but now are suspicious. Taking a deep breath, John gets close to Sherlock who is now standing.

“You knew about the diapers… How they worked.” Comments John.

“Well, that was a basic understanding for a case-”

“And that technique with words,” Interrupts John. “You taught Rosie to talk… faster.” Says John bewildered.

“Um well,” Says Sherlock in a mocking tone with a sly smile. “Nero talked even faster.” The words escapes from Sherlock’s mouth before he can stop himself and regrets it immediately.

“Nero!” Yells John with rage. “His name is- You had- Sherlock! You have a son and never told me about it?” Exclaims John in a mixture of shock and anger.

“Well John, I think you are making a big fuss about it.”

“I am?” Taking a moment to study the situation, John gives is. It is not the first time Sherlock hides this kind of information from him, and probably won’t be the last. Regaining his calm again, John laughs. “So, Nero then?”

“Yep.” Sherlock nods.

This time, John considers carefully his words. Because, he realises, Sherlock has been plotting this revelation for a while now, the first step was Irene Adler’s text.

“When are you seeing him again?”

“Sorry, What?” Asks Sherlock in confusion.

“Your son, you have to see him from time to time.”

“Well, yes but-”

“When?” Insists John.

“I was supposed to take a flight to Montenegro next week.” Answers Sherlock a bit shy.

“Why don’t you… Invite them over?” Sherlock frowns at the suggestion. “You know,” John continue. “Moriarty is dead, so is Magnusen. Your sister under surveillance.”

“I… Um… “ Sherlock looks away and frowns meditating on John’s suggestion. “Fine… I’ll have to make a call but… yes. They could come and…” Sherlock sighs leaving the sentence unfinished. “John, I never said anything ‘cause-”

Before Sherlock could finish his sentence, John brings him close into a tight embrace. Releasing a joyful laugh, John taps his friend on the back.

“Congratulations, daddy.” Says John with a broad smile after the hugh.

“He doesn’t call me dad.” mumbles Sherlock bending his head.

“How does he calls you then?”

“Irene calls me Sherlock when I’m around so…”

“He calls you Sherlock…” Laughs John eagerly and a bit impress. “Do you have any pictures of him?”

“Oh! Yes, of course.” Says Sherlock reaching for his phone. 

Well, this turned up longer than i expected. If someone wants to continue this fic, you are very welcome :3

anonymous asked:

Hey can you give me tips or something? I hate myself. I want to die and I wish I was dead. Everything seems so pointless. I don't want to do anything anymore. I lost motivation and energy. Talking to a doctor therapist or counselor won't help. I tried the suicide hotline, I'm really tired of everything and I just want to end it. I'm sick of people and sick of my body and my life. Everything seems disgusting, I can't help to care about the people in my life. My hobbies seem shit.

       First of all. I’ve been there. I had the same feeling of “the light at the end of a tunnel is a train”. I thought I would never get better. But I refused to give up. I kept on fighting. The thing is to cling on the last drop of hope left. Believe me. Life got brighter. At some point I had some amazing time and I remembered how much I had used to hate my life. And I felt glad I hadn’t ended it. Remember : your best days are yet to happen. There is so much more about life that waits ahead. Try and look forward to future with optimism. I heard that in 2017 some amazing movies would be released, and I bet you’ll love some of them. What about autumn leaves? 

      Second of all Your hobbies are not shit. If they make you feel valid , then they are just right.

      Third of all You’re allowed to get sick of everyone from time to time. Humans can be some horrible beings sometimes. You must remember though that no one is perfect , and just as you deserve affection so do the ones around you. In my case , it was the right people that got me back on track. I forced myself to go out. Crying alone at home does not always help. Or it stops having effects at some point. You know what is really effective? Laughter. Do you know a friend that says shitty jokes? What about hanging out with them. What is your favourite comedy show?

       Fourth of all The human body is basically a shell for the soul. Looks fade. I’ve met some people with bright smiles and they didn’t have “cover magazine” figures. I myself have freckles. Always hated them. But alot of other people consider them special and beautiful. You see , when we look in the mirror what we see is an actually distorted image. Strangers notice so many positive features that we often forget about. Your imperfections are what makes you unique. Stop beating yourself up for being “different”. And finally Take care of yourself. You are loved. You are worthy. Warm hug

 - M💕

On the Trail of High Old Adventure

15 June 2017 - Brian Jacques’ 78th Birthday

I can’t believe how much this community has grown.

Three years ago I had the sudden epiphany to browse the Redwall tag here on tumblr. At the time I was running a personal blog and all was well, but my Redwall feelings were running high and I was curious if there were any other Redwallers lingering across the internet. I found a smattering of different posts, everything from quotes to art, but I could only find one blog solely dedicated to Redwall that was still active. I remember thinking about how lonely that blog seemed in the grand scheme of tumblr. I wanted to support that blog as much as I possibly could. Thus was theredwallrecorder born, and what an honor it has been to watch the ranks of Redwall blogs swell. It kinda makes me teary-eyed.

Think about it. We got memes. We got drop-dead amazing art. We got fics for literal days. We got roleplaying communities, a music collection, a fundraiser, cosplays. We’re gonna have a video game. That’s insane.

Cheers to you, Mister Jacques. It is the legacy you have left us that continues to touch our hearts, beckoning us to join you again and again on the trail of high old adventure.


Fai’s ready to drop some truth bombs I’M SO READY FOR THIS





But also two saboteurs?



I did not expect that at all. 

Deleted scenes from the next episode of AOS
  • *Robbie and Daisy are surrounded by S.H.I.E.L.D.*
  • Robbie: I'll hold them off for as long as I can. Give you time to get away.
  • Daisy: No, we stick together! Why are you pushing me away, you're my best friend in the world-
  • Robbie: -and you're more than that.
  • *cut to Fitz and Simmons watching the scene from the base*
  • Fitz: Did they just-
  • Simmons: -I feel so offended right now.
  • *Mack and Yoyo burst into the room*
  • Yoyo: Mack, you know what Ghost Rider can do! Can't we at least just talk about us before you go!
  • Mack: There's nothing to discuss.
  • Yoyo: ...maybe there is.
  • *Fitz and Simmons stare at them in silent rage*
  • Fitz: What. The. Hell. Is. Going. On!
  • Simmons: It can't get any worse-
  • *Melinda and Coulson walk up next to Fitz and Simmons*
  • Coulson: So when you said all those things about moving on from Andrew and starting something between us... I mean, you were tired and dehydrated-
  • May: -I was as clearheaded then as I've ever been... when I said all those things.
  • Fitz: *drops his clipboard* Okay, I'm out!
  • Simmons: Right behind you.
  • *Fitz and Simmons attempt to leave. However, they are blocked by Radcliffe, who is eating a sandwich*
  • Radcliffe: Hey, FitzSimmons! You won't believe what just happened! AIDA made me a prosciutto and buffalo mozzarella sandwich with a hint of homemade pesto aioli-
  • Fitz and Simmons: *pushes past Radcliffe, which makes him drop the sandwich.*
  • Radcliffe: *sad because of sandwich* What. The. Hell!

anonymous asked:

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He can’t help but open the message out of sheer curiosity, and once it’s on his screen, he finds himself staring at it for three times longer than is necessary. The vernacular is familiar to him, though it’s been a while– he hasn’t gotten a message like this since Taserface discovered EMOJIS.

It’s a clever little thing that– for a moment at least– makes him smile. 

Of course, he doesn’t like the implications of getting it. He turns in his chair toward Kraglin, the smile replaced with an expression of annoyance. “Kraglin!”


“I’m gettin’ those damn spam messages again. I thought the boys blocked all those dirty sites that were cloggin’ up the system?”

“Crew was makin’ a FUSS.”

“Crew’s gonna make a helluva lot more fuss when the ship starts shuttin’ down ‘cause somebody’s dick let a slicer into our system. Keep ‘em blocked.”

With a nod, Kraglin turns away to deliver the order. Yondu moves to delete the message– but not before he forwards it to everyone in his address book.

They’ll never know it was really him.

  • Blaise: Okay, so what's so urgent that you called me and begged me to come over at 7:22 in the morning?
  • Draco: I could tell you knew something was up with me, and you're right. But I can't tell you what it is.
  • Draco: I should tell you, but I can't! Let's just drop it. What's up with you?
  • Blaise: *sighs* Draco, just say it.
  • Draco: I think I'm in love with Granger...
  • Blaise: I don't believe it! But you're in love? That's great!
  • Draco: It's not "great". It's like a disease. I slept with Granger one time and I caught feelings. I caught feelings bad. I used protection and everything!!
  • Blaise: You don't "catch" feelings. You just have them! And they're good!
  • Draco: They're terrible! I can't eat, I can't sleep. She's all I think about. I close my eyes, I see Granger. I, I hear a song it reminds me of Granger. I sleep with that chick, I'm thinking about Granger.
  • Blaise: Mate, you're going to have to stop screwing around if you want to be Granger's boyfriend
  • Draco: WHOA, wHOA, WHOa! "Boyfriend"? I don't want to be Granger's boyfriend.
  • Blaise: Well, what do you want, then?
  • Draco: I don't know. I just want to be with her. All the time. I want to hear about her day and tell her about mine. I want to hold her hand and smell her hair. But I don't want to be her stupid boyfriend.
  • Blaise: Draco, what you just described is a relationship between a boyfriend and a girlfriend. And a pretty clingy one at that...
  • Draco: Look, Blaise, are you going to help me out with this or not?"

Homestuck pickup lines/ late valentines under the cut. There are 116, so be forewarned. I didnโ€™t come up with all of these, a lot were from valentines I saw. Please use them however you want. Iโ€™m going to be printing two of each as stickers to hand out at conventions. Also, sorry there are only a few for some characters. I was having trouble coming up with some. If you have any suggestions or requests, feel free to drop a message in my ask box! (sprites will be coming eventually, Iโ€™ve had a lot going on recently and I havenโ€™t had enough time to really concentrate on them.)

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remember when it was the best sleep he’d had in a very long time?

remember when he wanted to cook her breakfast?

remember the allusive but satisfying smile?

remember THE HANDS?

remember the hair fixing?

remember “a bit of heartbreak and a touch of self-loathing”?

remember “who Tinkerbell said I was destined to be with. I should have listened to that stupid fairy”?

remember THE NOSE KISS?

remember “are you really that much of a pessimist?”

remember her opening up about the book

remember “you’re not the Evil Queen anymore”?

remember “I’d be happy to have more than a conversation”?

remember “Regina, let me help”?

remember “this cannot happen a second time” AND THEN IT DID?

remember him backing her against the wall, THE SMILES, that kiss, more hands, THE LIFT and the squeak at the end?


and I’m probably (definitely) never getting over it

the signs as inspirational adam kent quotes
  • Aries: "My clothes are so wet I feel like I've pissed my pants."
  • Taurus: "Stop trying to get me to understand a bunch of bullshit! I can't deal with you anymore!"
  • Gemini: “You want to be with him? Go. Drop dead."
  • Cancer: “I am being cool. I'm a freaking saint. I don't know anyone else who would be as generous as I am right now."
  • Leo: "I can't believe you. I can't believe you can stand there and treat me like this."
  • Virgo: “Get the hell out of my house, you piece of shit!"
  • Libra: “So now I'm here, pride in the toilet, hoping I can still live in my ex-girlfriend's new boyfriends' bachelor pad, and I want to kill myself.”
  • Scorpio: “I'm just - I'm - SHIT."
  • Sagittarius: “They jumped out at us from behind a bed, which made me nearly piss my pants."
  • Capricorn: “Shit. Shit shit shit."
  • Aquarius: “It's cold and wet and muddy and shitty and I hate this.”
  • Pisces: “I can't believe you'd do this to me. That you would fall for him. What the hell is wrong with you? How sick in the head do you have to be?”