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dailyshinycutiefly  asked:

blush and strawmin

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Here you go! This was super fun to make~ Alas, I can’t draw muscles, so no bara Blush and stronk child for this one. This kid would probably still kick someone with surprising force, though, I imagine. XD

I hope you like it!

Where Did Bucky Get His Civilian Clothes?

So obviously the clothes Bucky’s wearing in Civil War definitely aren’t his Winter Soldier “uniform” and I doubt he waited till he got to Romania to buy those which means that shortly after the end of Winter Soldier, unless HYDRA somehow kept civilian clothes in his size on hand and he knew where they were (ya know, the boring option), either:

1) some poor body builder got mugged in an alley by the actual Winter Soldier

or

2) the world’s most wanted assassin walked into a clothing store in his full leather getup, a wad of “stolen” HYDRA cash clutched in his metal hand, and bought himself a pair of jeans and a couple of t-shirts  

honestly,, i love how softhearted raita is. there’s been so many moments where he’s been genuinely kind but when he held sekizan’s arm and told him not to resent matsuo it felt so fragile and earnest. he’s a small boy with the biggest heart and my heart is broken because of it 💁🏻

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Oh god it’s animated. Is that Syrus from GX? No, nobody explain. 

(thanks @anxiousskeleisanxious and @elikaruna who was half a second after)

Saturn in the 5th experience

It’s the experience of not knowing what to do. Having fun is a foreign concept as a kid. Your idea of fun is playing grown-up games. In particular I loved to play Animal Crossing because I could own a house, pay my mortgage, talk to my neighbors, and fish. It was the fun of being responsible. It was the fun of knowing that life isn’t all about having fun. In fact, I almost never had experiences. I was too scared to ask my parents. I felt like fun was something other people could have. I felt like creativity was meant for others. Relationships were meant to be for the long-haul. Saturn whispers in your ear that if it isn’t long-lasting, don’t do it. You’ll regret it later. So you ball up into yourself thinking that it’s best to keep to yourself and not do anything crazy. You don’t realize you’re robbing your young self of experiences.

Or are you?

Because Saturn teaches you that it’s ok to have fun once everything else is done. You can enjoy life when you have attended to all of your duties. As you grow, he smiles encouragingly as you take the first steps into experiencing all that this life has to offer. You go out to parties with knowledge floating in the back of your head that will keep your night spectacular. There will be no near-death experiences for you. Your relationships will be serious in nature because you seek out those who are serious as well. You skip the heartbreak and go straight to the soulmate style love because Saturn told you to wait. Keep your head down. Don’t go after the playboy. Your art will have a lasting quality that will stand the test of time because you took your time. You placed your love, your heart, your soul into it. Saturn took notice. He knew you could handle the lesson he wanted to teach you.

Karamel: *argue*
Karamel: *make up*
Karamel: *make heart eyes all the time*
Karamel: *are both flawed individuals who recognise their mistakes and learn from them*
Karamel: *smile the most around each other*
Karamel: *stick up for each other*
Antis: ABUSIVE!!!!!!

hey quick qu

hey quick question do any of yall here actually like use the random page bc if like no one does i might, idk, be more willing to post extra random stuff

cuz like i dont like clogging peoples dashes, but i realize that realistically i wouldnt really be making an impact

and i guess i could do like personal type ask meme type stuff but idk that feels sorta weird when i have like, 100000000000000 (base 2) followers but also like not interacting with anyone is sorta weird too

anyway im gay what do yall think?

FeanorianWeek Day #4

·         Day 4- Caranthir - > Childhood, Betrayal, Lordship, Dwarves & Humans, Marriage, Appearance

 “You are a great champion of Men, are you not?” Maedhros does not even look up at him as he speaks, instead focusing on the papers strewn across his vast oak desk. Caranthir would suspect a deliberate slight if he did not know how utterly real – and really intolerable – his eldest brother’s concentration is.

Not to mention that if Maedhros glances up too quickly, his eyes look wrong in the light. And Caranthir has gone for his sword, instinctively, more than once.

 Maedhros takes care not to look at him much anymore.

But: “I am not,” Caranthir settles for saying. “I know nothing of Men, save Haleth and her kin.” 

If Curufin were here, he would make some snide remark about how well Caranthir must know Haleth. If Celegorm were here, he would laugh uproariously, jostling Caranthir in obvious collusion with his favored younger brother. If Maglor were here, he would toss up his hands and exclaim that he is done with the lot of them. If the Ambarussa were – well.

 But Caranthir’s brothers are not here, instead scattered to the corners of Beleriand on their own futile errands. And that is only if not dead, and doomed, and gone beyond reach…

“But you know them,” Maedhros says absently. “You have had dealings with them recently.” 

“Forty years ago!” Caranthir exclaims.

“As Arien goes, yes?” Maedhros waves a dismissive hand. “So, recently. And since when have you followed such a count of years, brother?”

Since we have lost any sense of how else time might be reckoned, Caranthir wants to say. Since the Trees that I barely remember and you cannot recall much better withered and died, and we are left at the mercy of Maiar and meteorology.

Since I realized I had no other option.  

Aloud, though, he only scoffs. “Since I first learned how, that is when, and by that accounting, forty years is a long time.”

“If so you claim,” Maedhros says, forgetting his company enough for long enough to look up. He must mean to show his skepticism but all Caranthir can see is the orc

 blood-red slit-eye monster-kind kin-killer

until, realizing his mistake – or the white-knuckled grip that Caranthir is keeping to the hilt at his side – Maedhros ducks his head back to his papers with a grunt.

 “But I will not believe, not for a heartbeat, that one of the Noldor can fall so far from our roots that he would actually hold to time kept by the Sun, of all things.”

 It matters not whether you believe it, and Caranthir knows this with all the surety of his bones. For we are all none of us the Noldor – the Eldar – the creatures – we once thought we were.  

 Aloud, though, he only scoffs, and idly wonders if this is the way that all their dealings must go from this day forward.

“Believe what you must to keep yourself functioning. And tell me more about this Ulfang you wish me to grant land in Lothlann.”

seelcudoom  asked:

you know what would have been way better then this adaption of deathnote? make it a sequal, set it 20 years after lights death, Neer probobly founded a specialised task force should more death note incidents pop up, either ryuuk or a new shinigami gets bored and decides to repeat the kira thing, this time in america, in which the protagonist takes up the title of kira but is notable different in how they handle it do to cultural differences, fucking boom way better idea

Honestly????? A sequel story in which there’s an american kira who’s inspired by the Original Kira who has to work by american politics would be really interesting….. more interesting then fucking…. fucking Light Turner

there could be a whole thing about an older Near trying to stop them and it could be established that Near’s the one who beat the old Kira and idk. Anything but LIGHT TURNER