all day pass

Voltron season 2: *releases on January 20th*

Me:

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Nobuchika Ginoza | Enforcer | (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭
↳ “No matter how severe the situation is, if you continue to stay there, you’ll accept everything as a everyday life” Happy Birthday to my lovely Kisa (✿´ ꒳ ` ) @durararas​ 

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Day 15 - Favorite Scene
It’s hard to pick a favorite, but I’ve been wanting to draw this one for a while

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To me, who was lowly born, she was the sun….” - Guren about Mahiru Maria -
Happy birthday to my sweetest Maria! ♥ (ノ≧∀≦)ノ*:・゚✧

hiiiii ✨ i know i’ve been posting a lot of writing this week, but i hope you don’t mind one more. in my head, this is set five years in the future. maybe this will be a thing? if i can make myself actually follow through on what i’m picturing for it lol


Saturday, 19:53

For dinner, Even has made lasagna. It’s probably a new recipe, Isak thinks. Even has been marathoning Iron Chef all the last week, and that always seems to bring out the urge to recipe-hunt in him. It’s not anything Isak is going to complain about.

“Do you like the sauce?” Even says, of course right as Isak is shoveling a steaming forkful of pasta and cheese into his mouth. It burns a little, from the size of the bite and how fast he tries to chew, and he winces even as he nods.

“What’d you put in it this time?” he asks, mouth still half-full.

“A splash of vodka, a little red pepper.”

“Spicy,” Isak says, exaggerated and in English. Even grins. “It’s good, though, really. Really good.”

“It still needs something. I think I might try making the pasta next time.”

“Like. From scratch?”

“Yeah,” Even says, stretching the tail end a bit in a clear how else?

“Oh. Cool, I didn’t know you could.”

“Like, in general, or me specifically?”

“Uh, both?”

“How have you survived 22 years?”

Keep reading

reblog and tag with how you reacted to sergi’s goal

(insp.)

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Whoniverse: Class - 16/? times there’s more to Miss Quill than meets the eye. (1x07)  

I, um, lost the Quill I loved. He was killed in the destruction of your planet? No.

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“Oh so you’re a fan of The Voice?”

“I do like The Voice, yeah. I do.”

(x)

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My interest in weary tormented Turkish men passing out needs to stop.

Quick recap of the scene, Kuzey had sworn to avenge his murdered best friend and wears himself thin in grief and restlessness to find the killer. He winds up in jail in the process and his father is there to bail him out. He desperately tries to pull his son out of this suicidal mission, but Kuzey is too despaired, too tired, too drained… and passes out. 

Me on my death bed...

Me: Tell my family that I love them

Grandkid: Yes, grandma.

Me: And tell telanu that Truth and Measure is the best novel I’ve ever read.

Grandkid: I think you mean fanfiction, grandma.

Me: Did I fucking stutter?