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When you Love her but have absolutely no intention of leaving her, the six weeks of summer break can be hell. Her face on the screen is all it takes to remind you she’s worth it.

Marlene McKinnon has a few screenshots saved away from the past year, for when things get tough  and will completely deny this fact if anyone asks.

Dorcas played by @whompingwillovv

The Elements Aesthetics

She glows like sunshine, her red hair is iridescent, her freckles inviting. The deep red of her lips promises passion, her temper is attractive and frightening at the same time. She is the happiness in the daylight and the danger of the night. Her eyes colour is changing just like her mood. Stubborn but generous, she’s impossible to control, impossible to get close to, impossible to stamp out. Run and save yourself or stay and suffer. She will keep you warm or burn you to ashes. She promises to be worth it all. Tame her and she will be yours forever, but will she still be herself?

FIRE is her name.


Look into her deep brown eyes, look into them precisely, what is she worth? What did she go through? She is older than everything around you, knows more than a prophet and has suffered more than God’s Son. She seems cold and rocklike, unapproachable, but the deeper you look into her, the warmer and richer her soul gets. Reach the deepest corners of her heart and you will see something so admirable, something so loving and passionate that you will never let her go again. Just a flutter of her long eyelashes will make your heart stop. Her movements are slow and elegant, she has the grace of a Queen and the kindness of a maid. She will make herself unforgettable, wanting her once, you will want her forever. Your bitter sweetest dreams will be about the scent of her dark hair. Her strength is limitless, protective, anyone by her side is invincible.

EARTH is her name.


She is invisible, impossible to catch, her unpredictability is dangerous. She can be soft and cooling or strong and destructive. Don’t play with her. She controls the rest, she can make them greater or blow them out, dry them. Don’t play with her, but you won’t even get a chance to. It’s her, everything is about her, she’s in control, her bright eyes will hypnotise you, her fatal lips will talk you into anything, you will be hers if she wants you to. That dangerously intelligent mind of hers can’t stay in one place, she needs to travel, to see new things, she’s never repetitive, she gets bored of routine and flies away. Don’t even try to tame her, you will make her disappear once and for all. 

AIR is her name.


She is all about change, seems easy to adjust at first, she takes the form of anything around her. She is soft and freshening, she is impossible to live without. You can see and hear her from far away if she wants you to, or she will be as silent as the darkness, you won’t even know she’s there. Her blonde hair is luminous as the sun, her blue eyes as innocent as her soul. She is easy to cry, as tears is what she’s made of. Her compassion knows no limits, her love is unconditional. You can scoop her up for a while, but still, she will leak through the tiniest flaws. Do not anger her, then even she can get dangerous. She can apply her red lipstick and the appearance of an angel will fade, you won’t have time to escape as you’ll know you provoked the tsunami. She will drown you and everything around you, she won’t stop until she’s all alone.

WATER is her name.

Ok so in theatre, one of the things I was tasked to do was keeping the costumes smelling fresh


Without washing them

For, like, 4 months

All I’m saying is that Ford is gonna take one sniff of those hockey bags, and immidiately take a trip to the murder stop and shop.
She returns with an armful of vodka and an empty windex bottle .

She then gathers the bags, puts a mix of vodka and water into the bottle, and sprays them for all it’s worth.

When its done, she lines each of em with dryer sheets


“So do we still need a dryer, or can we just clean everything with vodka from now on?” Tango asks

Trini getting so excited whenever Billy talks about something he likes and inputing questions, genuinely curious to learn more. Sometimes, when he doesn’t tell her what a certain device does, she just decides to toy with it and see if she can figure it out herself. (She rarely does before Billy is yelling at her to not touch a certain button or move a certain wire)

It stresses Billy out sometimes, but it makes working on his inventions so much more fun, especially on the days when Trini is there when he starts a new project and inputs her own ideas.

“Wait, so what does this button do?”

“Oh, gOD TRINI DON’T TOUCH IT!”

“What? Why not? Billy, c'mon just tell me what it does!”

“Trini if you touch that button, the whole place is gonna go boom. Tri- nO STEP AWAY TRINI!”

“The whole place?”

“The whole place.”

That just sums up how Trini and Billy ended up with grass stains all over themselves and Candace Cranston running out into the backyard in nothing but a robe, staring blankly at the 10 foot diameter circle Billy’s latest invention had put in her ground.

Also he starts to teach her breadboarding and code, but finds out Trini knows almost eight coding languages fluently. She’s never seen any of the codes he’s written for his inventions, so she’s left in awe trying to figure what they do. She knows breadboards like they’re the back of her hand, so one day he leaves one hooked up to his computer with a code waiting to be run. 

Trini gets super excited because she’s never seen the coding behind all of Billy’s amazing work and decided to run it. What she doesn’t know is that Billy has over a dozen of Breadboards laying around, and when she runs the code, more than half of them start letting out this whistling sound. She stops running the code, which doesn’t work because Billy did something that only allows the circuits to stop running if they’re disabled manually.

Trini’s left bewildered trying to figure out which ones are going off and which ones aren’t, disabling them herself as fast as she can. Billy thinks it’s hilarious (he apologizes of course) and then let’s Trini play around with all of his different coding programs as he finishes up one of his prototypes.

Not to make myself emo, but apparently there are rumors of Brainiac coming to Supergirl 2B and based on the comics Lena will be possessed by him. While I have no idea how that shit works or whether it’s true, all my gay heart can think about is a potential scene where possessed Lena is about to kill Supergirl, while this song plays in the background. 

She’s so close to do it, and Supergirl, lying on the ground, doesn’t fight back because she knows it’s not her. She doesn’t want to hurt Lena. She’s giving up. So Supergirl tells her it’s okay. “It’s okay, Lena.” She looks into her eyes and smiles.

But she’s not giving up on Lena. So before Lena can do anything, Supergirl tells her that it’s her, Kara. Her only friend in National City, Kara. And she’s so proud of all the work she’s done. She’s so proud of her saving the city on multiple occasions. Kara’s proud that she’s been such a hero to the city. She’s so proud she fought her own mother to save the aliens. And that she knows that she’s possessed and deep deep down she’s fighting.

So she tells her she needs to fight more, she needs to fight whatever is messing with her mind. She needs to, because whether Kara or Supergirl, she believes in her. “If someone can fight it, it’s you, Lena. I believe in you.” Kara says, smiling, not scared that she’s probably about to die.

And Kara can see she’s really fighting it, because Lena is tearing up. And Lena will break it after all, because if there’s anything that she cares about and is worth fighting for in this messed up world, it’s Kara.

Royalty AU - Pharaoh Alix of the Kubdel Kingdom

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(Marinette, Adrien, Alya, Nino, Chloé, Sabrina, Juleka, Rose, Nathaniel, Kim) (more classmates coming soon)

Clean up after your dog.

I live in a very nice condominium complex in a pretty decently sized city in the South. I managed to buy a unit at the ripe age of 23, after making a pretty penny in the stock market - making me easily the youngest person in the complex.

The units are one building with 4 condos per unit, each is two stories with a balcony for each bedroom and for the downstairs area. Not very important, but I want to paint a mental picture here.

The outside of my condo, when it comes to lawn space, is VERY small. I’m talking like a patch of grass no larger than most individual blocks of sidewalk.

About a couple of months ago, this woman moved in a few units over with a large boxer. Having two large dogs myself, I was happy to see more big dogs in the area (most the people around here have little foofy dogs).

One day, I walked outside to see a large pile of dog shit and this lady hastily walking away. I called out kindly - “excuse me ma'am, please clean up after your dog”. She looked back, gave me a sour look, and continued walking away.

Okay, whatever, no big deal. I’ll give her a freebie this time so I cleaned up after her and threw it away trying to be a good neighbor.

I want to mention now that I’ve REALLY tried to go above and beyond the neighborly call of duty - as I said earlier, in the youngest here and I want to make it clear to my neighbors that I’m not just some spoiled little bastard that is going to make their lives hell. I sweep my older neighbors porches, swap recipes and have even babysat one of their grandchildren. I do my best to be a good neighbor, it’s just how I was raised.

However, this lady hit a sore spot. I let the first one slide, but this happened FIVE MORE TIMES IN THE SAME WEEK. Finally I confronted her and said “ma'am, I’m sick of cleaning your dogs shit and stepping around it every day. Please clean it up.”

I shit you not, and I wish I was exaggerating. She looked me right in the eye and said “I paid for a condo too, I’ll leave my shit wherever I want”. She then briskly walked off while I stood in shock.

Finally, I snapped. So I began to save every piece of shit that dumb bitch left in front of my house for around two straight months. I had a HEFTY GARBAGE BAG FULL OF IT (imagine what you use to clean leaves up in, it was that big). I won’t lie, I threw quite a bit of my own dog’s excrement in there for good measure. I mean come on, just her dog wasn’t going to cover the amount needed. That bag was F*CKING. HEAVY.

(where I stored it: Great question actually. All the condo units have individual cellars for storage. I stored it down there until I was ready to make my move. I probably should have mentioned that so you all wouldn’t think I’m some psycho dog-shit hoarder who has a closet full of feces.)

Yes, it smelled like shit every time I opened the damn door to add to the pile. It took an immense amount of patience and gagging to pull this off - but it was well worth it.

I waited until 4 am on Monday morning before I walked up to her condo and dumped that bag right on her small tiny condo lawn. It was worth every second of patience.

Sure enough, come 7 am there’s a bang on my door - and it’s my lovely neighbor.

“You need to come f*cking clean this shit up RIGHT NOW!” - she screamed in my face.

I smiled “sorry ma'am, I paid for a condo here too. I’ll leave my shit wherever I want.”

In short - Lady kept leaving dog poop on my lawn, so I saved it all and dumped about 2 months worth on hers.

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One thing that drives me nuts in Daredevil, because the show/Matt never acknowledges it:

Matt can’t tell when Elektra is lying.

Not ever! And you would think that he would have caught on by this point, but no, he still says things like ‘your heartbeat is always loud and clear’ and falls for lines like ‘listen to my heartbeat, you know it’s true’* without a blink.

Like, at this point I just admire Elektra for having the chutzpah to pull all this off, but damn Matthew. You never learn.

Some examples:

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Just think after everything that happened, how Eleanor was treated, how it must have felt to see her ex move on and have a child with another woman, and how different their lives are now. Think about that, and then think about how much abuse she got just for liking his picture. And then look past that to see how she must still think Louis is worth all of that. He’s worth all the drama and trouble from his fame. He is worth facing that pain. Like that is love?????? To have a break from that and know what life is like without the constant abuse, yet to see that Louis is worth it. My heart. I badly worded this. But hell. I’m in pain.

“A lot of artists only have one toe with a bit of string around it tied to the ground. Some artists are so ethereal that they can’t really function, they’re not fully downloaded on to the physical plane,” she says quickly. “I’m not that way inclined at all. I’m very much physically present. If you’re not going to pursue your life somewhere in the trees up there then you have to understand how things work. I was a bit late in understanding how things work because I was mostly on tour.” Are you talking about practical things, like laundry? “Not laundry because I love laundry!” – Laura Marling photographed by Ed Mason for Q Magazine, April 2017.

anonymous asked:

DA:I romances react to the inquisitor calling them beautiful/handsome in a love struck daze for the first time?

Cullen: He’s bashful and shy and isn’t quite sure he really heard what he thinks he heard at first. Stammering, he returns the sentiment while rubbing the back of his neck.

Josephine: She’s awestruck for a moment and can feel the flush in her face. “Well, I… Thank you,” she manages after a moment, all her carefully constructed manners briefly useless to her.

Cassandra: She blushes and smiles and tries not to let the Inquisitor see exactly how much that means to her and probably fails utterly. “I do not see myself that way, but it pleases me that you would.”

Iron Bull: He laughs. And laughs. And laughs some more. He knows he’s not bad looking, but he’s still a giant, scarred ox. He doesn’t mind being different that way, he’s damn proud of it in fact. He knows he’s many things, but handsome isn’t one of them. “Well, thanks, Kadan,” he says, still laughing.

Dorian: “But of course I am,” he says. “I am completely perfect in every way.” His nose is in the air and he’s trying so hard to be aloof about it, but he knows he’s blushing and he just loves the look on the Inquisitor’s face as they say it.

Blackwall: He coughs a bit and squints at the Inquisitor’s face to make sure they’re serious. His thanks are very gruff and his cheeks above his beard are red as tomatoes. He’s not really sure what to think about it all.

Solas: He smiles softly, wondering if the Inquisitor would still think that if they knew the truth about him. He knows he should gently steer the conversation in a different direction, but instead he finds himself eloquently returning the compliment. The guilt tears at him, but the look on the Inquisitor’s face makes it all worth it, at least for now.

Sera: She snorts. “Been drinkin’ too much, yeah? You’re the pretty one!” Her looks don’t matter to her at all, but Inky is gorgeous.

Angel

Shawn Mendes x Reader

Word count: 1,196

A/N: This one is for one of the greatest people on earth, @shawns-love , ily a lot. Shawn as a father…

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Y/N’s P.O.V

Shawn has basically been pregnant with me during the last 4 months. He would wake me up in the middle of the night saying he was craving a cheeseburger and did I want one. I mean, obviously I did, but who’s the pregnant one here? Watching the excitement in his face as we set up the nursery and picked out clothes and toys and bedding was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s been looking forward to meeting our little baby since the very first day it was confirmed that I was pregnant. I love him for that. For always supporting, and loving, and caring for me.

All of these heartwarming thoughts are flooding my brain as I stare at Shawn pacing back and forth in the hospital room. “Shawn, baby, I’m fine. My contractions aren’t that close together yet. Have patience.” I say to a frantic Shawn, trying to calm him down a little. He just huffs and stands still, tapping his foot restlessly on the ground. “Shawn. Come here.” I reach out my hand as Shawn walks over to me, a defeated look on his face. “I’m sorry. Sorry,” he says, taking both of my hands in his, “I’m just so nervous and I want everything to go as perfectly as possible. And I just really love you so much and-” Shawn’s tangent is interrupted by the doctor finally entering the room with a warm smile on his face.

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things you said through your teeth

more ladynoir for the soul /o/

somewhat NSFW take heed :’D

“Mmmmnffff…”

Of all the noises Ladybug had expected while going over Chat’s back for damage, the half-hiss, half-moan had not been one of them.

She froze, hands stilling where she’d been running them down his back, from his shoulders to his hips, taking her time as he sprawled across her lap. “Sorry, did that hurt?”

His cat ears pricked, the muscles under hands flexing for a second, and then relaxing with a stuttered almost-sigh. “N-no?”

Ladybug squinted at the back of her partner’s head. That didn’t sound like a lie…

Cautiously, she began to move her hands again, paying extra attention to his reactions this time — the rhythm of his breathing and how the firm, warm flesh felt under her hands and the luxurious curve of his spine and—

And it was possible, just possible, that she got a little distracted.

Anytime her dorky partner wanted to stop being hot as hell would be a good time for her. Really.

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*calls research institute that only deals with rarest of endocrine cases and wonders if case is rare enough*

‘hi i have a genetic disease called the SDHD fault help me’ (heavily paraphrased)

‘oh that is very rare’

‘yes can you help me’

‘yes i think so can you get your doctor to give you an indefinite referral’

‘wait indefinite? oh, that’s right, it’s incurable’

‘yes, it is’

‘so my case is rare enough?’

‘yes, it is’

‘so i’ll probably see [desirable professor who has been recommended to me by desirable professor in Sydney but is extremely hard to see who only holds a clinic for two hours once a week and like at this point i’m pretty sure i’ll see Santa before i see him]?’

‘indeed it is his area and yes he is rarer than a unicorn but i think he’ll make an exception for your case.’

‘hey cool, i hope you have an awesome day thank you for helping me’

‘remember the referral needs to be indefinite.’

*hangs up*

my life is really weird at the moment.