and now i cannot unsee it

boobydesu  asked:

you kind of look like yuuto in that selfie you posted a few months back haha d: the "cartoon x photo" experiment one! also i love your art- good luck with everything :D

oh gosh I had to look at it again, now I cannot unsee haha

It’s not intentional! Yuuto doesn’t wear glasses normally, so this is just coincidence XD

And thank you! I will do my best!

Concept: phantom of the opera where everything is the same except the phantom wears a ‘mrs doubtfire’ mask and pretends to be a nice old lady called madame giry - which explains why she’s the one to deliver his letters and suggests christine as understudy and generally is anywhere, anytime. Plus, has anyone ever seen the phantom and madame giry in the same place at the same time?

FUCK PLEASE DON’T REBLOG PICTURES OF TABI BEING RELEASED FROM THE HOSPITAL PLEASE FUCK I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH FIRST OF ALL IT’S TRIGGERING AF AND HEARTBREAKING, SECOND OF ALL, IT’S SO DISRESPECTFUL,INVASIVE AND DEHUMANIZING HOW 50 FUCKING PHOTOGRAPHERS SHAMELESSLY TOOK PICTURES OF A PERSON WHO ALMOST DIED RIGHT ON HIS FACE, FLASHING THEIR STUPID CAMERAS, WHILE THE POOR ANGEL IS ON A FUCKING WHEELCHAIR, UNABLE TO DEFEND HIMSELF, FUCK ALSO THOSE WHO TOOK THE PICTURES AND PUBLISHED THEM ARE PROFITING FROM A PERSON’S TRAGEDY WHICH IS ONE OF THE LOWEST AND SICKEST THINGS PEOPLE CAN DO

anonymous asked:

Hi. I am someone you like to call an 'anti'. I don't want trouble. Can you show me why I shouldn't believe that Louis is straight?

Let’s forget twitter. Let’s forget Larry. Let’s forget the “girlfriends”. Just focus on HIM and his actions, ok?

(no source for the vast majority of the gif’s, please let me know if you own one, ok?. Oh and LONG POST AHEAD.)

This is my attempt at explaining you or more like showing you with gifs how IN FACT TOTALLY NOT STRAIGHT Louis Tomlinson is.

Tell me this boy is straight…

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There was that post on the Anidala tag on how Obi-Wan becomes the Skywalker’s pet and now I cannot unsee it

/is kicked out of the fandom for good 

MAJOR WILLABETH SPOILER

I really wish I hadn’t seen this, but hey, it’s too late to unsee it. Posting under a cut in case you want to remain spoiler-free.

Warning: I AM EMOTIONALLY COMPROMISED AND A FUCKING MESS. SOME OF YOU MAY NEED TISSUES OR DEFIBRILLATORS. THIS MESSAGE WAS WRITTEN FROM BEYOND THE GRAVE.

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Rogue One: Havana Nights

rebelcaptain week makeup weekend! | AU of your choice | 910 words | Ao3


Jyn Erso arrives on Jedha, a land fraught between Imperial occupation and those loyal to the rebel cause. As the daughter of high-ranking scientists, she fills her days with books and luxury, dreams of joining the Academy and dedicating her mind to the greatness of the Empire.

She sees little of the world outside.


Krennic. Jyn knows the name because her father does, Galen works for the very same man. And, like his father, Orson Krennic knows what he wants, takes no prisoners to get it. Their evening takes a turn at a local nightclub; Jyn is swept away by the raw, beating life of it. The Jedhans move with a feeling Jyn’s not sure she knows. But at its heart is the face of a friend, and it’s not Krennic but Cassian Andor who shows her what it is to dance.

In a life of rules and uniforms, she never felt so free.


Jyn has a plan.

“But it’s a Ballroom competition,” says Cassian, wary. “That’s not what I do.”

“It’s Latin Ballroom,” Jyn insists. “If we mix what I do with what you do, then we just might have a chance.”

A chance at winning first place. And Cassian’s freedom too.

They take their positions, arms up, backs straight, Jyn marches him stiffly through the routine.

“Why are you so afraid to let me lead you?” Cassian asks gently, and Jyn snaps that she’s not.

“You are,” Cassian answers quietly. “When you’re ready to say you’re afraid, let me know.”

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Sanvers fic:

Title: Split-Seam
Pairing/Characters: Alex/Maggie, Kara
Rating: PG-13
Word Count:  3126 


Summary: Kara was off doing her heroic duty somewhere Alex couldn’t help her and that Alex was, predictably, a garbage fire of shot nerves and tequila cravings. A little domestic fluff, set between 2x10 and 2x11; Maggie looks after Alex while Kara is away on a mission, and begins to truly understand who the Danvers sisters are.

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Maggie thought a lot (like, a lot) about what dating Alex might be like in the last few days before screwing up her courage and actually doing something about it.

None of the scenarios she’d lingered over – long lazy Sunday mornings and motorcycle rides through the city and late night take out and sex on the couch – had involved the possibility of waking up to Supergirl sitting on her floor unsuccessfully trying to yank her boots off, swearing in Kryptonese.

“Sorry!” She looks up at Maggie, and she looks young – really young, all of a sudden – windswept hair stuck in her face, brow furrowed, eyes bright, “didn’t mean to wake you! If I pull too hard I rip them in half so – ”

She goes back to tugging at her boots.

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anonymous asked:

There is nothing that 80+ year old ass hole can say that would move me against my love for Sam/Cait. It was Caitriona Balfe who broke my "Faith" -- in all these years. "A Broken Vow." The Josh Groban cover has been playing in my house of late. Forget Shatner. His misogynistic days are numbered. The feminists have taken an interest in his Fandom antics toward women. Just give it time.

So I took the kids to have Sushi for lunch. Before you get all jelly, good sushi in this shithole town is a fairytale. It’s good enough. It’s all I’ve got. I eat it and consider myself lucky to have at least this sushi-like sushi available. Anywho….

I ordered a spicy tuna roll, add cucumber. I like a bit of crunch to the roll. Can’t stomach a wad of mushy in my mouth. Adding cucumber makes it palatable. I get down to my last piece and notice an odd white-ish stringy thing dangling from it. 😳

Immediately, of course, my brain is screaming “WORM! ABORT! VOMIT!”

I manage to keep my shit together externally as I remove the suspicious item and begin to prod it for identification purposes. After a minute or so, the three of us come to the conclusion that it is simply a shred of limp cucumber.

It was too late, though. The damage was done. My appetite lost. There was no overriding the initial impression of “WORM” in my mind. The adrenaline of fear had created a foul association and no amount of logic and understanding could bring me to consume and enjoy the consumption of now questionable sushi.

You know where this is going right?

I’m afraid Mr Heughan has become a bit of limp cucumber in my Outlander sushi lunch and I just cannot unsee the worm I saw the first time I ever looked at his IG and saw him toss a blonde bimbo in a pool.

I know everyone says he’s such a nice and genuine and sincere guy, a strong and crisp and unwavering matchsticked cucumber, but every time I pick up the sushi I see a sad limp excuse for a cucumber that maybe could be, but it could also be a worm.

I realize it’s probably just the unfortunate consequences of fame that are out of his control that have macerated him to the point he has lost the ability to stand tall and maintain crispness, but I just can’t get beyond that unappetizing appearance. I’ve been trying so hard! Is it a worm? Is it a cucumber? I don’t fucking know!

It’s going to be a long time before I try the sushi again.