and i like to take others down with me

“we met right here. i took this man’s hand and we ran down that hallway. and those of you that know me know i’m not in the habit of taking people’s hands that i’ve never met before but i think my soul knew something that my body and my mind didn’t know yet. it knew that our hands were meant to hold each other. fearlessly and forever. which is why its never really felt like i’ve been getting to know you, its always felt like i’m remembering you from somewhere. as if in every lifetime you and i have ever lived we’ve chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love, over and over, for all eternity. and i just feel so lucky that i found you so soon in this lifetime because all i want to do, all i’ve ever wanted to do, is spend my life loving you. so kurt hummel My amazing friend, my one true love, will you marry me….”

3 Years of the Klaine proposal Happy anniversary

My experience cosplaying Rey at WW Austin

- some guy: “You know, you’re a real ‘Rey’ of sunshine” *winks* (ugh)


- Finding hermit Luke and him not saying anything at all while we took a picture it was beautiful Mark would be proud

- Finding Anakin and Obi-Wan and asking to take a quick picture but then everyone started freaking out and there was a whole crowd taking pics of us for 5 minutes AND ANAKIN LEGIT LOOKED UPSET I’M SORRY YOU WERE CUTE THOUGH

- Fangirling over other Rey cosplayers

- Going to William Shatner’s panel and having all these Trekkies look at me like lol why are u here

- Every single Kylo Ren there stopping to take a pic and flirt or just staring me up and down I DIDN’T LIKE THAT AT ALL WHAT SHUT UP

- Running into the same Kylo Ren multiple times and making come at me bro gestures

- Just feeling the love from other SW fans

anonymous asked:

Is the drabble request still open? May I have angry Ross and empathetic Barry who, to make him feel better, wraps Ross in a blanket and takes care of him whilst the others just stare because nobody else can really calm him down...? Thanks °^° <3

I can’t tell you how much I love writing someone taking care of Ross. The poor bab needs more love! I did a little something different with this prompt, but I still hope you like it! <3

Fluffy drabble prompts are open!

Suzy wouldn’t have been able to tell you why Ross was angry that day. It was probably from stress all across the board. Animation problems, a shitty game on Steam Train, other factors that she couldn’t see. All she knew was that it led to Ross storming into the main room, his footsteps long preceding him, and flopping face first onto the couch.

She shared a look with Arin and Vernon. Arin seemed mildly disturbed while Vernon looked flustered. But he always looked like that.

“What should we do?” she whispered.

“Shit, I don’t know,” Arin said with a small huff.

Vernon swallowed thickly. “But you’ve been friends with him for, like, a decade.”

“Yeah, well-”

“Don’t worry, guys,” Barry interrupted, popping into the conversation from out of nowhere. “I’ve got it covered.”

Suzy watched curiously as he meandered over to Ross. She didn’t even see the blanket he had until it was placed gently onto Ross’s trembling frame. Barry then leaned over and rubbed his back with a gentleness that Suzy immediately recognized.

She glanced over at Vernon and Arin. They seemed to know what was going on too.

When she turned her attention back to Barry and Ross, they were sitting next to each other, Ross wrapped up in the blanket and leaning into Barry’s side. Their mouths were moving, soft whispers that no one else could pick up. Ross’s eyes then closed, and Barry began to pet his hair.

Suzy couldn’t stop herself from grinning. So cute!

anonymous asked:

I want to thank you for being this positive and loving person. Sometimes when i do feel down, like really down, I draw on people for inspiration that maybe life isn't so bad and sometime you are one of the people i think of. Yesterday i was feeling so down about myself when I thought of you and many others to keep me going, so I wanted to thank you for being this presence that helps me. I'm sorry if that sounds so weird but I wanted to give thanks and hope positivity and good karma goes back 2 u

you’re very welcome, beautiful anon  ❤ 
it sounds like you’re a very strong person who looks for hope and positivity in others as well, and it takes a lot to try and inspire yourself when you’re feeling down too and lots of courage to keep going. you’re doing great. take it one day at a time ♥(ˆ⌣ˆԅ)

  thank you for this lovely message and i wish you the best! 

anonymous asked:

Don't know why but is it normal to sympathize for some of the SCPs in Containment? Or is that just what they want me to think?

This boils down to simple and basic human emotions. Like how you see a dog for adoption, pitty it and want to ‘free it’ by taking it home. Or how you might see an obviously violent dog in a back yard behind a fence. You stay well away…

SCPs in a lot of ways the same or floating between.

But. I believe sympathy is something dangerous. If you show it and act on it you may get others hurt, killed, mentally hurt or you may even force them to live their last seconds over and over everyday.

We do not let SCPs wander about on pitty. We let them do it through our logical choices and actions, lots of research and observing. Some SCPs help us in a colossal way. Others wish us only death.


Plans Change

Request: 15 & jackson got7

15)  You LITERALLY run into your bias.

Member: Got7′s Jackson x Y/N

Type: fluff

Comment: I have a kind of similar prompt with Jackson here as well, if you’re interested in reading! ^.^

I struggled to keep up with the large golden retriever pulling me down the sidewalk. My feet stumbled over each other as he plowed through bystanders, children, other animals, all the while wagging his tail. 

“Yah, Mosby!” I yelled, already out of breath. “Slow down!” 

Like he could even begin to understand me. I cursed at myself as I continued my embarrassing jog. Mosby belonged to my elderly neighbor, Mrs. Kim, who had sprained her ankle and could no longer take Mosby on his regular morning walks. The thought had occurred to me, considering that Mosby was about as old as Mrs. Kim in dog years, that maybe, a short, slow walk would suffice around the block, but nothing could quench his hunger for adventure. We had taken about fifteen turns and I no longer recognized the area we were in. I was hopelessly holding on to the idea that he would get tired and need to take a break eventually, giving me enough time to pound my address back into google maps to find our way home, but that time had not come. For now, I was under Mosby’s complete control. 

I wiped at the sweat accumulating on my brow and groaned at the feeling traveling up my calves. Admittedly, I wasn’t much for physical fitness, and considered this to be the universe’s way of getting back at me for all of the nights I spent lounged on the couch, watching Netflix. 

“Aish!” a deep voice groaned before me. I was so lost in the burning coursing through my muscles, that I had completely disregarded the young man barreling out of the shop directly to my right. He became a blur of body and leash as he stumbled over the thick chord of Mosby’s lead and careened toward my aching body. I screeched as we both landed with a thud on the pavement. 

“Yah!” I groaned, slowly opening my eyes that I hadn’t even realized I had closed. Mosby’s doggy breath hit me heavy in my senses as he peppered quick kisses on my cheeks, whining as I began to grumble. 

“Mosby, off, Mosby!” I gasped, pushing at his yellow mane. I slowly sat up as the man I had collided with did the same beside me. He shook his head quickly and patted his cheek. He looked at me with glazed eyes, which immediately widened. 

“Oh my god!” he shouted. He swiveled around to balance on his knees as he leaned nearly an inch away from my face, covered in doggy drool. “Are you okay? I was in such a hurry I didn’t even see you…and your dog! Is he okay? Oh my god, kill me now if I hurt your dog.” 

“I think we’re fine,” I sighed, giving Mosby a quick once over. He was far enough ahead to where I don’t think he incurred much damage, maybe a quick tug to his harness, but nothing too terrible. Fresh tears stung my eyes as I looked down to my hands, battered and bloody from catching me in the fall. I made an internal note to get my tear ducts separated from literally all emotions in my body. No matter if I was hurt, scared, or simply frustrated, tears would begin brimming on my lashes. 

“Are you going to cry? Please don’t cry!” The man said desperately, looking down to my hands. “Oh my god, let me help you up.”

I groaned as he took my stinging hands into his. He immediately retracted them and glanced at me carefully, grabbing under my arms instead and lifting me. He helped me ease down onto the bench placed in front of the shop he had came from. 

“I’m Jackson, I know you probably don’t care right now and just wish I would leave you alone, but let me see if they have bandaids!” he said in one quick breath. I looked the stranger up and down, slowly taking him in for the first time. He had blonde hair pushed back from his face and hidden beneath a cap. he wore a black tank top and black jeans. He was incredibly handsome and I suddenly felt very aware of my sweaty and disheveled appearance. 

“I’m Y/N,” I nodded in a near whisper. 

“Nice to meet you Y/N, well not nice…like the circumstances aren’t nice, but you are, so I’m going to get bandaids,” he nodded, another large amount of word vomit flooding from his mouth. 

I watched as Jackson disappeared into the shop again and began shuffling amongst the isles. I turned back around to Mosby who waddled to meet me at the bench, plopping down on the hot pavement. I ran my hand absently along his coat, careful to keep the injured areas away from his blonde fur. The last thing Mrs. Kim needed was a blood stained dog returned to her. 

After a few moments, Jackson came flying out of the store again, a bag in hand. 

“Oh good, you didn’t leave,” he breathed, crouching down beside Mosby. He dug through the bag carefully, pulling out a bottled water. He unscrewed the lid and handed it gently to me. “Drink.”

I nodded, grateful for the cool bottle in my hands. I took a few sips and nearly spluttered with a choke as Jackson pulled out another bottle of water and proceeded to pour it into a small container he had also materialized with. He placed the bowl in front of Mosby and ran a hand through his fur. 

“Sorry buddy,” he said calmly, scrubbing Mosby behind the ears. “I didn’t mean to scare you or your mom.”

“Actually,” I sighed, wiping my mouth with the back of my arm. “It’s my neighbor’s dog…she’s kind of old and she injured her leg…but he still needed his walk.”

Jackson lifted his eyebrows as he continued to dig through his bag. He pulled out a small first aid kit and began picking items out of it. “Pretty and a saint,” he chuckled. “You keep getting better.”

I felt my cheeks grow hot with embaressment as Jackson took my hand gingerly into his. He took out an alcohol pad and dabbed carefully at my palm. 

“Aish!” I hissed, wincing. 

“Sorry, I should have mentioned it was going to burn…but then again I’ve never done this for someone else. Jinyoung did it for me once…and it hurt pretty badly, but oh! then he did this!” Jackson said quickly, completing his sentence by breathing cool air onto the areas he had dabbed. 

I unclenched my fingers and nodded as the stinging began to subside. 

“Better?” Jackson said quietly, looking up at me through his lashes. 

“Better,” I nodded. He smiled proudly to himself as he dug around in the kit again and found what looked to be some sort of antibiotic cream and gauze. He wrapped my palm carefully and methodically, leaning back only once his work was done. 

“What do you think?” he asked, lifting his brows. “Pretty good for a novice.”

“Exceptional,” I nodded, tilting my hand in several different ways to analyze his patch work. “But you didn’t have to do this.”

“Oh, yes I did!” he gasped, picking up the trash he had acquired and stuffed it back into the bag. “I nearly killed you.”

“Mmm, that may be a bit dramatic,” I chuckled. “I’m fine.”

“Let me buy you lunch,” Jackson said, standing. A nervous smile danced across his lips, causing my heart to quickly flutter. 

“You’ve done enough, really,” I nodded, avoiding eye contact. I couldn’t handle how attractive he was. I could barely look at him now, let alone sit across a lunch table from him for who knows how long. “You don’t have to feel obligated-”

“I don’t feel obligated to do anything,” he chuckled, offering his hand to help me up. “I’m offering because I want to.”

I took his hand gratefully and groaned as I attempted forward motion. “I really have to get Mosby home,” I winced. At the mention of his name, Mosby sprung up, at the ready, and attempted to pull me forward again.

“I’ll help you,” Jackson nodded quickly, taking Mosby’s leash from my hands. “Theres no way you can have him drag you back a few blocks in your condition.”

“I think it’s more like five blocks,” I groaned, wiping sweat from my forehead again. “Yah, I don’t really know. I just know we’ve been walking awhile.”

“Let’s get Mosby home,” Jackson smiled, letting the old dog begin to tug him in the direction in which we came. “Then you can let me really make this whole thing up to you.”

I shuffled behind Jackson and sighed, already coming to terms with the man’s made up mind. “I thought you were in a hurry to get somewhere?” I asked. “Isn’t this how all of this happened?”

“Plans change,” Jackson smiled back at me. “I’m in a general hurry most of the time even when I don’t need to be. Really I should be thanking you for slowing me down. I forget to do that sometimes.”

“Well technically Mosby’s leash is what slowed you down,” I laughed. “I was just there to help cushion the fall.”

“I can’t say it was completely unpleasant,” he chuckled, stomping behind Mosby, trying to slow the old dog’s hurried pace. “I got to meet you after all.”

Originally posted by pakjinyoung


last night i got gelato but the guy fucked up the first one and i felt bad so i was like i’ll take it but he insisted to do it again but he stuffed up again the second time. i asked for two scoops in a cup and he gave me the two flavours one scoop of each in two separate cups and i didn’t wanna be that annoying rude customer so i just paid and took it but boy did i look like a fool walking down king street eating one scoop and holding the other in my elbow pit and having to swap to avoid the other melting entirely

Ben is a special creature. He called me on his way home from work and we talked for like an hour before we started saying goodbyes. Goodbyes are painful bc no one says I love you when it’s painfully obvious we both want to. So instead he says ‘keep in touch’ and then I break down like, keep in touch? Really? That’s what we’ve come down to? So I’m crying and he always knows when I’m crying so he just says 'talk to me’ as he does. I’m like 'I don’t know if I did the right thing’. He’s asks me does it feel like it was the right thing and I say sometimes. He tells me I need to take it one day at a time. That I will have days where I’m like what the fuck did I do and other days where I will have the clarity that tells me I made the right decision . That it’s just my emotions trying to fix themselves. That I need to give it time. That he will be here for me regardless of our status. And I’m listening to all this like fuck this boy is here giving me good advice about how to get through a breakup with him even though he didn’t want it, because he knows that I needed it for myself and for my goals and he’s still trying to make sure that I’m okay and that I’m happy. I am so so so grateful for him giving me such a safe space to work all these things out. I am grateful that we are both able to talk about the aspects of moving on that we’re struggling with without it being awkward or without pressure. I have never had a boyfriend before. I’ve never had a breakup. This is my first one and he’s really walking me through it. He’s such a beautiful beautiful soul. I love him.

I start my masters tomorrow. Life is still going on.

I always see that Tumblr post where people talk about having a timer that counts down until you meet your soul mate. But to be honest if I were to have something that leads me to my soul mate I don’t think id want a timer i’d want a compass.

I like the idea of being able to see the needle of the compass move around as my soul mate goes to the grocery store maybe thousands of miles away.

I like the idea of people taking a year off work to follow the little needle hoping that if they keep going they can find there other half.

Imagine widows whose compass needles are grey and broken and spin around and around continuously looking for there other half.

Imagine aromantic’s whose needle points at themselves or don’t have one at all or maybe they do but its blue and points at there friends when there close by.

Imagine polyamourous people with 2 or 3 needles on there compass and there big decision is trying to figure out which one to follow first.

Imagine parents worriedly looking at there childs compass that spins around day in and day out and they breathe a sigh of relief the day it stops spinning and starts pointing with determination to some hospital somewhere.

Imagine people going to shake hands and realizing that there needles are pointing diligently at each other and just laughing and smiling awkwardly at each other.

Imagine a being able to watch your needle move and follow someone who you love, who you never met, who you vow to one day meet.


The Winter Coat [Part 3]


You tube version here:

Alright! Back to this old thing (Like a month old?) This was gonna be my for real project until it got sidelined with MAHR.

I’m working on this during the MAHR hiatus to loosen up and get my speed up again. MAHR made me a little pedantic and finicky.

Of course the other thing slowing me down was taking preventative measures against art theft. But you guys know all about that.


A few people have asked about this recently so I tried to break down my method of painting faces to the best of my ability. I personally like to use gritty chalky brushes, and this particular painting was mainly done with this brush by Mark Winters.

Honestly though….give me Keith and Lance pressed back to back in a fight and taking out Galra sentries like a well oiled machine. Give me them smiling brightly at each other and high-fiveing after and their hands lingering just a moment too long. Give me one looking at the other with the softest expression and the other noticing and doing the same. I wanna see them getting knocked on top of each other and blushing when they notice how close their faces are. Give me them sitting in the castle and just talking whether it be about Earth or the way the other took down a Galra soldier the other night and “you have /got/ to teach me how you did that.” Just…please…give me more soft Keith and Lance interaction…

Eventually Keith and Lance are gonna realize they don’t actually hate each other and they’ll slowly settle into a friendship where yeah, they bicker, but they also genuinely care about each other. And once they become comfortable with each other, you can’t convince me that Lance ‘Will jokingly hit on his friends at least once’ McClain won’t flirt at least a little bit with Keith. Just cause he thinks Keith’s reactions are hilarious. And obviously Keith won’t take this lying down so HE also starts flirting.

And idk where I was going with this but just picture Klance mutually flirting with each other like all the time. And it’s all really bad pickup lines, but they both always walk away blushing and then claim they’re not blushing, it’s just hot in here, to their friends who despair for the both of them.

pet psa: if the flea meds you stick between your pets shoulder blades smells different than usual wash it off immediately.

my mom picked up a box yesterday thats a diff brand than usual bc the store didnt have the usual brand. my cat hopped on the couch later to sleep next to me and he smelled like finger nail polish remover and his hair was everywhere. this cat never sheds that much so i scrubbed him down and grabbed the other cat and he was super patchy! so i dug out the box and looked up reviews to see if this was just a bad batch and apparently this brand has been taking cats down left and right.

recap: if the flea meds smell like acetone scrub it off

and for the love of all the cute kittens in the world dont use Hartz Ultraguard Pro


The other day @noradove asked me if I had any advice for painting backgrounds or using watercolor in general.  To be honest, I’m still learning how to paint backgrounds, but I decided to compile a little list of things I’ve learned while using watercolor and gouache.  I hope some of these bullet points might be useful to others!

Like all “rules,” take these with a grain of salt.  These tips work for me – what works for you could be completely different! But check beneath the cut for some lessons I’ve learned!

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it just….it makes me so sad that we’ll never get another lexa scene. like, okay yes, we know she’s in the finale but it’s not really…we know she’s dead in that scene. we know it’s not actually her, alive and breathing and so its tainted and we can’t really enjoy it but like……

we’ll never get to see “commander hearteyes” again. no more “lextra”. no more badass raccoon commander. we won’t get to see clarke and lexa exchanging glances around a war table or in a room full of people or marching alongside each other.

and it’s not just that that bugs me of course but like God all the fucking potential they wasted. like i could have imagined a season where maybe ontari was still kinda the “big bad” and fuck the ALIE storyline and we have these two badass ladies blending their forces together to take down ontari who, maybe somehow staged a coup and is in control of the ice nation now idk.

like honestly if jason hadn’t decided to be so damn extra with the sci-fi and kept to what people had praised, the grounder storyline, subverting that whole “colonist” shit by making it so really, the sky people are learning from the actual natives and all this other shit like there is SO MUCH that could have been done with it and I’m just really still not over it and I never will be


“We met right here. I took this man’s hand and we ran down that hallway. And for those that know me, I’m not in the habit of taking people’s hands I’ve never met before but I think that my soul knew something that my body and my mind didn’t know yet. It knew that our hands were meant to hold each other’s, fearlessly and forever, which is why it’s never really felt like I’ve been getting to know you, it’s always felt like I was remembering you from something. As if in every lifetime you and I have lived, we’ve chosen to come back and find each other and fall in love all over again, over and over for all eternity. And I just feel so lucky that I found you so soon in this lifetime because all I want to do, all I’ve ever wanted to do is spend my life loving you. So, Kurt Hummel, my amazing friend, my one true love, will you marry me?” 

‘Boys Like You’ Premiere!

It’s finally here! And on a side note, I’m taking questions for a future Q&A, so please, if you have any questions you’d like to ask me about any of my projects, my music or myself, leave me an ask on tumblr or put them down in the comments section on the episode. Now on with the show, I hope you all enjoy it!

Written, scripted and directed by myself, ‘Boys Like You’ is an audio drama adaptation of the story of the same name, originally written by the amazing @hoppinwildely (otherwise known as 'those other things’ on xx]

“He’s the poster boy for the delinquents, and she’s the valedictorian for her year. They end up in calculus together, and the rest is history."– those other things

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So basically, what happened here and why he’s wearing my glasses, I’ll explain.
So, first I got in line for the group photo.
I walked up to the guys and made very small talk with them up until Rian told me “I like your glasses!” So, of course, Jack had to say, “Can I wear them?” I couldn’t turn him down. So, I let him take them off of my face, he held them for a minute, looking at me then back at the glasses, then handed them back and said “I’ll put them on later when we take a selfie.” So of course, the group photo went as it should and that was that.
Then, I got in line for a picture with Jack/have him sign something.
I got to him, held up my hustlers happy hour necklace thing and asked if he could sign it. Of course he said “Sure!” And signed it, but while he was signing it he said “Please let me wear your glasses” of course, I did. I took them off and handed them to him, to which he put them on and got all big eyed, looking around the room as he said “I’m wearing contacts right now, so like, I’m really trippin’ out.”
In summary, Jack Barakat is the dorkiest dork ever. And he’s super sweet. ^-^