SO I'M JUST LEAVING IT HERE NOW

So…

ya girl is on ao3 now. same username - impalaimagining. Find me if you want. Or don’t. Either way I’ll be learning how to use it over the next few days. If anyone has any tips or hints or anything for a new user, please let me know! :) 

To clarify: I will continue to post here. I’m not leaving I’m just trying to broaden my audience because of new tumblr updates. 

Alright my guys, listen up. I’m just really fucking proud of Sansa Stark, okay? Like so beyond belief, amazing fucking proud of her. No one, literally no one has been through more shit on this show time and time again and still come out on the the other side a more resilient woman. She’s gone from a naive little girl, to a political prisoner, to an abuse victim, to the LADY OF WINTERFELL IN CHARGE OF HER HOME WHILE THE KING IN THE NORTH IS AWAY.

SHE HAD TO STAND IN FRONT OF A CROWD OF PEOPLE AND WATCH AS HER OWN FATHER WAS WRONGFULLY BEHEADED WHEN SHE WAS STILL A KID. SHE HAD TO LIVE OUT HER DAYS SURROUNDED BY THE VERY PEOPLE THAT KILLED HIM AND MURDERED HER FAMILY AS THEY TREATED HER LIKE SCUM AND BEAT HER FOR EVERY OTHER WORD OUT OF HER MOUTH. SHE HAD TO LEARN TO HOLD HER TONGUE AND PRETEND TO BE HAPPY JUST TO STAY ALIVE. SHE GOT A BRIEF MOMENT OF HOPE BEFORE SHE WAS MARRIED OFF TO ANOTHER LANNISTER AS A POLITICAL MOVE. SHE ESCAPED KINGS LANDING AND FINALLY GAINED HER FREEDOM BEFORE BEING SOLD OFF TO ANOTHER HOUSE RESPONSIBLE FOR THE BUTCHERING OF HER FAMILY FOR CLAIM OVER WINTERFELL. SHE WAS RAPED AND BEATEN AND DRAGGED THROUGH THE GUTTER EVERY SINGLE DAY BECAUSE OF HER NAME. SHE THOUGHT HER ENTIRE FAMILY WAS DEAD AND SHE WAS ALONE AND STUCK TO LIVE OUT HER DAYS BEING BRUISED BY HER “HUSBAND”. SHE WAS PASSED AROUND BETWEEN HER OWN ENEMIES, SURROUNDED BY TRAITORS AND MURDERERS.

BUT THAT GIRL DIDNT LET IT TAKE AWAY WHO SHE WAS. SHE NEVER GAVE UP ALL HER TIME IN KING’S LANDING. SHE LEARNED WHAT SHE COULD ABOUT POLITICAL STRATEGY AND DECIET AND USED IT TO STAY ALIVE. SHE LEARNED HOW TO PLAY THE GAME OF THRONES, HOW TO PLAY THE ROLE OF AN INNOCENT GIRL TO SURVIVE. SHE SASSED THE LANNISTERS EVERY CHANCE SHE HAD. SHE HELD ON TO HER TITLE AS A STARK AND HER RIGHT TO WINTERFELL AND SHE REMAINED BRAVE IN THE FACE OF CERTAIN FAILURE. SHE JUMPED OFF A CASTLE WALL INTO THE SNOW TO ESCAPE HER ABUSER. SHE WADED THROUGH A FREEZING CREEK TO OUTRUN DOGS. SHE LOOKED HER CAPTOR IN THE EYE AND TOLD HIM SHE WAS NOT AFRAID. SHE FOUGHT HER WAY BACK TO HER FAMILY AND MOVED TO TAKE BACK HER HOME FORM ITS INVADERS. SHE RODE INTO BATTLE TO LOOK HER RAPIST AND ABUSER RIGHT IN THE EYE AND TELL HIM THAT HE WAS GOING TO DIE AND HE HAD NO CONTROL OVER HER. SHE BROUGHT THE KNIGHTS OF THE VALE TO THE BATTLE OF THE BASTARDS AND SAVED THE NORTHERN ARMIES. SHE FED THAT SAME RAPIST TO HIS OWN HUNTING HOUNDS AND SMILED AS HE DIED. SHE CONTINUES TO ADVISE JON EVEN IF NO ONE WILL LISTEN TO HER OPINIONS. SHE HAS THE LOYALTY OF THE NORTH BUT REFUSES TO TAKE THE TITLE OF QUEEN BECAUSE IT IS JON’S PLACE. SHE’S STILL DOING THE BEST SHE CAN AND TRYING TO KEEP HER FAMILY TOGETHER AND ALIVE AND NO ONE IS APPRECIATING HER FOR IT OR TAKING HER SERIOUSLY BUT THAT DOESNT STOP HER FROM TRYING HER BEST.

YALL… I’m just… she has been through the most shit of anyone and she’s still here and she’s so far from the little girl that just wanted to marry a prince she was in the beginning and you have no idea how emotional I am about this. Sansa Stark is literally the strongest character on this show and she deserves all the respect and praise in the world and I just love her so much and that’s the kind of strength and resilience I aspire to possess. 

Date a boy who...
  • Looks at you like you put the moon, sun and the rest of the starts on the sky- 

-even when you are not there

  • Decides to be goofey with you
  • Seems to drift close to you because you make him comfortable
  • Is there to offer you help and at the same time respects your boudaries- 

-and decisions

  • Would fight tooth and nail for you when you are vulnerable
  • Will never give you his back and instead receive you with a hug
  • Trusts your abilities no matter what
  • Will open up to you on his moments of weakness because he trusts you
  • Who will be there to have your back even on the moments you are doubting of yourself
  • Date…. Shiro

Date Takashi Shirogane

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my wife told me to do it
the bonus was something i had to add
ty @the10dollarfoundingfather for transposing one of my fave johnny bravo eps into this beauty

My contribution for today’s @lapidot-tuesday prompt, Autumn! 🍁🍂 🍃

This was supposed to be a quick sketch… but I got carried away haha… Regardless, this was so fun and relaxing to draw and I’m happy with the background! Look at pumpkin all cozy while her mothers find “the most aesthetically pleasing leaves”, as Peridot says! Lapis on other hand is just watching her gf ramble on about what info she knows about these “leaves” that fall in “autumn”. 

He thrust a hand out, palm open to Ritsu. “My name is Teruki Hanazawa. I’m the esper who’s better than you.”

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I had the urge to mix my PS and MS Paint works into one image. And this scene from ABoT didn’t want to leave my thoughts so here it is!

* Don’t use without my permission, and please do not re-upload/re-post this anywhere <3

Cute Gency doodle for stress relief. School’s been a bit tough on me and I’ve been doing commissions to try and keep my parents from having to pay for my bus passes and phone bill, so I basically have no time for myself at all now. I took ten minutes to myself to doodle this to try and relieve some stress and it’s helped thankfully.

Enjoy some random fluff and hand holding, and an ~almost~ smooch. 

Please do not repost, edit or claim as your own. And do not delete the artist comments, thank you!

I'm a bit pissed right now so I'm just going to leave this here.

If you’re really pro-choice, and say you support a woman’s right to choose, you better fucking support a trans woman’s right to have hrt and get srs if she so desires.

(I know I’m going to get hate for this.)

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I keep forgetting that every time you visit you have to leave after, I think that’s the hardest bit about this. Like holy fuck do I ever miss you and now I really don’t know what to do knowing you’re not going to be here with me for awhile. Distance is crap may I just say, but damn you are so fucking worth it. I love you sooo much butthead; we can get through this I know it!!! ♥

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“…That’s a little creepy, even by my standards.”
“Wha- hey! It’s not my fault you have really cute bunny teeth, okay?”
“…Bunny teeth.”
“Yeah, bunny teeth. Cute lil’ bunny teeth to go with your cute lil’ peanut ears and your cute lil’-”
“I
get it, Stiles, shut up.”
“…
Make me.”

[CUE MAKE-OUT SESSION]

also here have a song just for you:

Amy nooo, Amy noooo
Your love for teeth has grown once moooore
All the teeeeth, white as snooooow
At least Hoechlin’s, that’s for suuuuure
I can’t taaaaaake your cuteness aaaanymoooore
But let the love rage oooon
The teeth never bothered me anywaaaay hAH!

[dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun] etc

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, AMY!!! i said i’d draw you teeth despite my inability and reluctance to draw them sO HERE YOU GO!!! I hope you have a lovely day, bby.

Imagine Woozi giggling when you leave kisses on his neck because he’s ticklish there.

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northern downpour // panic! at the disco

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  • Dream: Guys, look, Red's upset! We should go help him.
  • Ink: ... But that's not our job.
  • Dream: Of course it is! We are the Star Sanses, and we-
  • Ink: Please, don't do the theme song.
  • Blue: Here's a compromise. I have a plan that involves him being happy, and neither of you have to do any work.
  • Ink: Perfect!
  • Dream: ... I don't mind, I just want to make sure those negative emotions go away.
  • Blue: We all know I'm the master of getting rid of negativity. Now, here's the plan: we walk up to him, and you, Dream, ask him "why the long face?" Then, Ink, you say something about horses having long face or something.
  • Ink: Okay.
  • Dream: ... I don't understand this plan. Won't that just make him feel worse?
  • Blue: For a second, maybe, but then it's my turn to step in! I tell him, "Huh, so does that mean I'm a cowboy?"
  • Dream:
  • Ink:
  • Blue: What? You guys will leave after that. Everyone gets what they want.
  • Dream: ... I don't think you understand-
  • Blue: Yes I do.
  • Dream: Um... Ink, a little help, please?
  • Ink: Okay, sure. Blue, there's a flaw in your plan.
  • Dream: Thank you!
  • Ink: Saying that you ARE a cowboy suggests that it's already happened, which could either confuse him or creep him out, for fair reasons, so change it to "I'm going to be a cowboy tonight".
  • Dream: THAT'S NOT WHAT I MEANT
  • Blue: ... Good thinking. Okay, team, initiate plan "Blue Gets-"
  • Dream: S T O P

Part One | Part Two


When did you first know?

The question is a simple one in theory, and it’s also one to which Sherlock has given quite a lot of thought in the past, most notably when he was in his depressed moods and wanted to torture himself with the more wonderful images of John that he had stored up in his Mind Palace.  It’s no longer torture to remember those times, to picture those small smiles and shared giggles that were so frequent early on in their acquaintance, but there is still a dull ache that resonates within him at the thought they had wasted so much time.

He flicks through his favorite memories now, a quick perusal before settling on one that seems so very inconsequential but that he has never been able to shake away.  John is watching him, that same impossibly soft look in his eyes, a look that Sherlock still can’t believe is directed towards him.

Sherlock pulls his bottom lip between his teeth briefly and then takes a deep breath, settling his hands on the arms of his chair again.  “The first time I knew was the day we met with Sebastian.”

John frowns.  “Sebastian?”

“Sebastian Wilkes from the bank, you remember.”

John’s eyes light up.  “Oh, the Blink Banker case!”

Sherlock rolls his eyes and is on the verge of making a comment about how John really needs to work on his titles, but John’s expression suddenly shifts, the light in his eyes fading and his lips turning downward.

“That long ago?” he asks, and there’s something so unexpectedly sad in his voice, a quiet note that squeezes Sherlock’s heart.

He clears his throat.  “Well.  Yes.  I was–it was quite early on in our…friendship that I realized I was…”

Falling in love with you.  The words won’t form even though he’s thought them so many times that it’s become an integral part of who he is.  But neither of them have said it out loud yet, a fact which hadn’t really seemed important until this moment.  

There hadn’t been any dramatic declarations, no emotional outbursts.  It had been simple, in the end; John had come home with the shopping, heavy bags hanging from each hand, and Sherlock had turned from his place by the window (where he’d been watching as John trudged down the street, head bent against the cold).  And John had met his eyes and given him that smile, the one he frequently used to hide behind when he was feeling more emotionally tired than usual, and Sherlock had decided right then and there.  In three strides he was across the room, and it turned out that deciding to kiss John Watson had been the simplest thing he’d ever done.

He remembers the way John’s mouth, so cold from the biting chill outside, had warmed beneath his lips, his tongue; the way John’s shock had melted almost immediately, fading into heartfelt reciprocation as the groceries spilled to the floor at their feet and his hands, free of their burden, slid into Sherlock’s hair. From there, the bedroom was only a few stumbling steps away, and neither of them had looked back since.

Saying the words simply hadn’t seemed necessary after everything they had told each other with their bodies.  All of the longing and frustration and emotion had come pouring out of them in such a physical shape that they had never stopped to really define it with words.  Or perhaps, Sherlock thinks now, they had both been too afraid to give them voice.

“Sherlock.”

John’s hand touches his own where it’s curled on the armrest, and Sherlock is startled out of his memories.  He realizes he must have been silent for some time because John has moved, is now perched on the very edge of his seat, his knees nearly knocking against Sherlock’s.

“There you are,” he says, smiling softly, his head tilting as he searches Sherlock’s face for clues as to where his mind might have taken him.

Sherlock lets out a breath and flips his hand over, catching John’s fingers in his own.  “I’m sorry, I was…distracted.”

“You all right?”

“Yes.  Yes, I’m fine.  Where was I?”

John rests his elbows on his knees but keeps hold of Sherlock’s hand, folding it in between both of his own.  “The day we went to see Sebastian.”

“Right.  Yes.  It was before that, though, before the case began.”

John’s thumb rubs a warm, smooth line back and forth across Sherlock’s palm, and it makes him want to close his eyes and just exist in this moment, a feeling he can’t ever remember having had before he’d let John Watson touch him.

“I don’t remember,” John says, sounding apologetic, which is ridiculous. Sherlock supposes he must think they’re talking about some significant moment in their lives, something that should stand out.

He shakes his head.  “No, you wouldn’t.  It was…you had just come back to the flat.  You’d gone out to get the shopping.”

John’s confusion seems to increase, and he opens his mouth, but Sherlock goes on before he can say anything.

“You were in a bit of a state,” he says, and he can’t help the fondness that colors his tone.  “Apparently the chip-and-pin machine had been giving you some trouble.”

Realization dawns slowly across the lines of John’s face, first in the widening of his eyes and then in the shaping of his lips into a small “oh.”

“You…that was when you knew?” he asks, and he sounds so disbelieving that Sherlock laughs.

“That was when I began to know, yes.”

John shakes his head slowly, seemingly bewildered.  “But…why?  I was such a grumpy arse that day–”

“It was cute,” Sherlock says before he can stop himself.

John’s eyebrows rise so high on his forehead that Sherlock almost can’t see them beneath his fringe, which is quite a feat considering the length of John’s hair.  Sherlock’s cheeks flood with heat, and when John opens his mouth, presumably to give him the teasing of a lifetime, he glares as fiercely as he can.

“Not.  A.  Word,” he says through his teeth.

John’s mouth shuts with an audible click, but his eyes are wide, and he pulls his lips between his teeth in a clear effort to restrain his laughter.  Sherlock continues to glare at him, but it doesn’t seem to be having any effect whatsoever, and only a few seconds pass before John can no longer contain himself.  He breaks down into uncontrollable giggles, leaning forward to press his forehead to the back of Sherlock’s hand, which he still has a hold on.

Sherlock sighs and falls back against his chair in a dramatic fashion.  “Oh, go on then.”

John shakes his head, still bent double.  “Cute,” he gasps through his laughter. “I didn’t even know you knew that word!”

Sherlock rolls his eyes, but John’s giddiness is infectious, and, try as he might, he can’t quite keep his own face straight.  “Well, you should’ve been recording it because I’m never saying it again,” he says, but the sour effect he’s going for is lost in the twist of his lips.

John straightens up, tugging at Sherlock’s hand insistently.  “Oh, god, c’mere,” he says.  His eyes are damp, and his smile is so huge he can hardly kiss properly, but Sherlock really doesn’t mind, not when John is climbing clumsily into his lap, his hands warm on either side of his face, tilting it back to get better access to his mouth.

“I can’t believe you think I’m cute,” John whispers, and Sherlock pinches his side in retaliation.  John’s answering laugh bubbles up against Sherlock’s mouth, and Sherlock’s hand curls around the back of his skull, holding him there.  John’s lips turn soft and pliant, his smile fading with a soft noise as Sherlock’s tongue slicks into his mouth.

He’s lost in it almost instantly, in the press of John’s body, the heat of his hands through the thin fabric of Sherlock’s shirt, the feeling of John’s hair between his fingers.  His mind goes quiet except for the thought of more, and his hips push up, seeking blindly, wanting

“Mm, wait,” John murmurs, and his hands curl around Sherlock’s shoulders, stilling him.  “Not yet.”

“Hmm?”  His brain is too weighted with lust to say anything more coherent, a fact that would have horrified him only a week ago, before he knew what it felt like to have John Watson in his arms.

John pulls away slightly, sitting back against Sherlock’s thighs.  Sherlock attempts to follow, but John catches his chin in one hand, his thumb sliding across his lower lip, causing tingles to erupt down Sherlock’s spine.

“We had a deal, remember?” John says.  His eyes remain fixed on Sherlock’s mouth for another moment before he lifts them to meet Sherlock’s hooded gaze. “You tell me yours, and I tell you mine.”  He smiles.  “My turn.”


Part One | Part Two

OKAY so that ended up being longer and a bit…more than I meant for it to, but there you have it.  I’d like to go ahead and say that this was rather inspired by @thespiritualmultinerd‘s comment on this post here.  After reading that I couldn’t get this idea out of my head, so you have them to thank for this.  :D

I guess there will now be a part three because I can never seem to do anything easily lmao.  Thanks for reading, friends, I hope it was worth the little wait.  <3 Just tags below the cut.  I apologize if I left anyone out.  <3

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anonymous asked:

HAHA I JUST REALISED THAT DEAN HAD ALSO TOLD SAM TO HOOK UO WITH WOMEN AFTER JESS' DEATH HAHA ITS FINE I'M FINE

You know considering I liiiiterally just watched 1x19 in the last week or so I am now kicking myself XD

SAM
What? Ever since we got here, you been trying to pimp me out to Sarah. Just back off, all right?

DEAN
Well, you like her don’t you? 

DEAN
All right, you like her, she likes you, you’re both consenting adults…

SAM
What’s the point, Dean? We’ll just leave. We always leave.

DEAN
Well I’m not talking about marriage, Sam.

SAM
You know, I don’t get it. What do you care if I hook up?

DEAN
Cause then maybe you wouldn’t be so cranky all the time.

DEAN
You know, seriously Sam, this isn’t about just hooking up, okay? I mean, I, I think that this Sarah girl could be good for you.

DEAN
And… I don’t mean any disrespect but I’m sure this is about Jessica, right? Now I don’t know what it’s like to lose somebody like that…. but… I would think that she would want you to be happy.

DEAN
God forbid have fun once in a while. Wouldn’t she?

SAM
Yeah I know she would.

And dammit not only am I annoyed I didn’t think of it immediately because I re-watched in the last week, but I also am responsible for these posts :P

https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/167044846423/elizabethrobertajones-1x19-5x15-thanks-for

https://elizabethrobertajones.tumblr.com/post/162085401558/sam-agitated-you-know-i-dont-get-it-what-do

And LEMME TELL YOU ABOUT THE SECOND ONE because wow did I think this was going to be relevant but come at it wrong, and I’m laughing at past!Me being nervous about this now (model the worst case scenario for all spec, but don’t get depressed like you think it will actually happen, it makes life so much easier :P)

In that post I randomly comment

I always think this is a very interesting Dean episode, because it’s overtly about Sam, and caricatures Dean in the background to a lot of surface level Dean traits. But there are tells that Dean might be PRESENTED this way but he’s still his usual smart cookie self underneath the partying and obsession with sex and so on

it’s pretty much an aside but when we get to the performing Dean nonsense… I mean Dean’s acting hard to try and get Sam to loosen up and have fun - have the hook up he was trying to get him in the open of the episode, and then to help him with Sarah, because he was putting on a massive cheer up act for Sam seeing him in such a bad way over Jess’s loss.

In the same way, now, Sam appears to have diligently researched how to make Dean happy based off of everything he’s ever learned about the surface comforts Dean goes for to make himself feel better, and has previously tried to push off on Sam. But of course the read on Dean in 1x19 where he’s smarter than he’s acting and he’s trying to help Sam seems to explain how Sam is reacting to him perfectly, if that’s how Dean thinks Sam ought to cope with loss. 

Which, tbh, now I’m confused because the first read in a LOL SAMMY KNOWS realm was actually that Sam doesn’t completely understand how bad it is for Dean, but this being a possible further Sam & Jess parallel to Dean losing Cas (which has happened a… weird… amount :P) does push this right back to Sammy knows territory, because of course Dean nudged around in Sam’s prickly feelings and rooted out at least the source, if not the why.

In Sam’s case it was because - ow fuck that hurts to think about - he didn’t want Sarah to get involved in their lives and die because of knowing him.

In Dean’s case… well is there some deeper level that even if Sam sort of knows it’s about losing Cas, he’s just not quite… getting… how deep down messed up traumatised Dean is about this?

I mean… hmm. :P