a sweet start

anonymous asked:

Why do you stan Jin from BTS? He's obviously not as talented as JK or Jimin.

*Cracks Knuckles* 

1st of all, You aren’t a true BTS fan if you don’t recognize all the members and their individual talents and what they bring to the table. 

2nd of all, Kim Seokjin born December 4th 1992 is a strong, caring, kind, and funny individual. He has an amazing voice and he is more than just beautiful. He can cook. He is unfailingly kind and takes care of his members. You can’t see that because you are obsessed with one facet of BTS. Not the group as a whole. 

3rd of all, WHY are you starting drama? I love Jungkook and Jimin just as much as I love Seokjin. However, I do not try and rank the members based on their looks, talent, or anything else that could drive this group apart and start drama 

In conclusion; Kim Seokjin is precious and without him BTS wouldn’t be BTS. 

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Happy Birthday, Matsukawa Issei!

Judai
Happy Birthday
Matsukawa Issei
I’m so glad I met you.  
Let’s keep doing our best.  
I think March is off to a good start.  
So sweet dreams.
Good niiiight.

Translation by @nimbus-cloud

In the second photo, Judai is with Hatakeyama Ryo, who played Matsukawa for the very first play.  

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my birth father created medusa. he’s the reason you’re in so much pain, and he’s the reason that i can’t do anything about it!

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Regina & Henry | All The Little Things: A shoulder to hold onto

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to the end//my chemical romance

With as many kids as Bruce has adopted it’s highly possible that the media has made at least one reference to it, probably something along the lines of: “Bruce Wayne buys houses like he adopts children.”

Contrary to how his family feels (they think it’s hilarious) Bruce actually likes it. The first time he uses the phrase in reference to himself his family is Horrified (and in Damian’s case Offended). “I’ve been buying shares of Apple like I adopt kids.”

They all assumed it was a fluke, a slip of the tongue, until it happened again. Tim and Damian had been fighting and ended up ruining a set of Batarangs. Bruce sighed making a note to replace the set mumbling “I collect these like I collect kids.”

The line stopped Tim mid swing at Damian, both turning to stare slack jawed at Bruce.

“Father, I’m not sure you’re aware of what you’ve said.”

“What’s the matter with what I said?”

It gets to be a habit, and no one can figure out why he likes it. Has he become aware of his habit? Is he some how purposefully making fun of himself? Jason swears it’s to remind himself not to adopt any more children. At last they all corner him in his office, Bruce looking confused from his desk as his children march in one by one.

“Why?” is how Tim starts it.

“Why?” Bruce frowns.

“Adoption. Why do you keep making the joke?” Cassandra clarifies.

Dick adds, “You’re not embarrassed of us are you?”

If their question surprised him it doesn’t show as Bruce sits silent at his desk, watching his children for a moment. “It reminds me of how proud I am of each of you.” He let his gaze rest on each of his children, pausing a beat longer on Damian to remind his son that yes he meant him too.

After that it wasn’t rare to hear the Wayne kids making a joke about their father’s adoption skills.

I love drawing tiny pixel pokemon (~‾⌣‾)~


I made sticker sets on redbubble from these because I’m gonna get myself a few so you can too  

in the spirit of november 30th and the last day of “no shave november” i give you this zimbits fic. in which jack finally shaves his moustache and to say that bitty is thrilled would be an understatement. it’s all very warm and fuzzy, but not in a movember moustache way.  

When Jack get’s home from the game the apartment is dark and quiet, but the light over the oven is on and he can smell butter and bananas, so he knows that Bitty’s still awake. The Falconers played the Lightning and won the game 4-2. Jack scored the opening goal and got an assist on the last one that helped to keep them ahead. He’s feels exhausted, but he perks up when he sees Bitty shuffle out of the bedroom in a Falconer’s hoodie and that pair of red shorts.

“Jack! I didn’t hear you come in,” Bitty exclaims when he notices Jack standing in the doorway, his shoes still on and his bag still slung over his shoulder. “Congrats on the win, sweetheart.”

Jack smiles and drops his bag before he welcomes Bitty with open arms as the other man walks over for a hug. “Thank you, mon lapin,” Jack replies before he presses a kiss into Bitty’s hair. These moments are his favourite. Coming home to a warm apartment that looks and smells like it’s been lived in while he was out. Bitty left a couple of bowls on the counter and his textbooks are strewn over the coffee table. It’s perfect. Jack likes having someone here with him. He likes coming home to someone. 

Jack pulls away slightly and tilts Bitty’s head up with a finger under his chin, but when closes his eyes and leans in for the kiss, instead of lips, he feels two fingers hold him back. His eyes snap open as he begins to worry that something is wrong. “Bits?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, honey,” Bitty sighs when he sees Jack’s furrowed brow and he takes his fingers away from Jack’s mouth. “But… you promised…” he trails off as he traces his thumb over Jack’s moustache, making a face of distaste as he does so. 

Jack smirks as he remembers the conversation that they had last night before bed, and the night before that, and the day before that over the phone. “I promised I’d shave off the moustache when I got home from the game on the thirtieth,” he recalls, like a mantra.

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