and only wants the best for him

anonymous asked:

HI COULD YOU PLEASE GIVE A REVIEW OF JUSTICE LEAGUE THANKS IN ADVANCE YO

i don’t want to get into which scenes were obviously whedon touched and which ones had snyder’s magic touch all over them, so do not expect me to differentiate them. i’m going to review the film as an experience, a whole experience, because that’s the mindset i watched the movie with

  • we open with the best way they could’ve gone with to turn heads: superman’s still alive. not only is superman still alive, we see him from a bunch of kids’ eyes literally looking up to him. he stops to answer their questions because he cares, because he was a kid once, because he’s human above all else. remember, this is MoS and BvS-era superman, a superman that has all too many things on his mind, a superman who’s still trying to find his footing in this world, and yet he smiles. we’ve never seen him smile this genuinely in the DCEU before which immediately bridges gaps of information we didn’t have before: people love him. people have started bonding with him, with the sense of security he provides. people on their roofs drawing his symbol as a call for help, the way they reverently touched him every chance they got, the nation (if not world?) wide mourning after doomsday… we never got to see the start of it. the reason for it. of course it’s so obvious now that it’s silly to have even questioned it before: BvS was from the eyes of a batman who hated. in reality, in the… i don’t know, actuality of the universe, people had experienced superman mostly positively and we never saw that because we were supposed to go through BvS alongside bruce’s point of view. which honestly? worked like clockwork
  • the music, especially in the opening montage, was so heartbreaking to sit through simply because you have to admit this world is missing a savior. the guilt bruce holds throughout the entire movie isn’t obvious because you’re forced to experience it by watching the result of a could’ve been: this, all of it, is what batman being succesful barely a few movies ago would’ve ended up meaning
  • everyone is amazing. from barry and victor and their friendship being developed throughout the movie, to diana being established in the universe in a way not even bruce is: she’s here. she’s been here. arthur… he went above and beyond my expectations and i was already betting on him big time. people who’ve read aquaman comics can easily tell his characterization was pretty on point, from the loner stance to the subtle jokes. bruce… my god, the roasting he got in the movie… i almost started feeling sorry for him but i’m highkey taking revenge for all the years he’s been an onion in the comics
  • the cgi was breathtaking. i’ve seen people complain it wasn’t good enough, that it felt rushed, but i honest to god have never experienced this smooth and realistic inside the universe’s established rules special effects. the green lantern sequence was unbelievably in accordance to comics which means they can pull off the GL movie spectacularly, steppenwolf? wanted to slap him and his hyperrealistic skin texture then dance capoeira on his stupid face
  • clark after his resurrection is obviously different, he’s finally… superman. he doesn’t stop to think his moves the way he did before, he doesn’t question himself. he’s bonding with everyone, he’s making jokes, and above all else, he’s quick to let bruce know that it’s okay, that he understands. that bruce is still invited to his tea party which he’ll pay for because he’s the rich bitch of the group and also he tried to kill him a year ago so fuck you
  • i’m victor’s cybernetic arm cannon ready to blast off anyone who annoys him
  • POST CREDITS!!!!!! CLARK AND BARRY DOING THE THING!!! FROM THE COMICS!!! AND THE ANIMATED SHOWS!!!!!! AND BONDING!!!!!!!!!!!!! LUTHOR!!! BEING A LITTLE BALD RICH SHIT AND SLADE LOOKING FIRE WITH THAT WHITE HAIR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i’ve mentioned superman a lot in this and that’s because, make no mistake, this is a superman movie. Man of Steel, Batman v Superman, Justice League, they’re a superman trilogy akin to a comic arc with three volumes, some of them featuring clark more prominently, some featuring the world without him but in relation to him, yet still remaining a superman title

did the film feel too short? it was. plenty of things were cut that would’ve made it into an even better experience and it was already borderline orgasmic for me, but what we got made me tear up. my childhood heroes that i love were succesfully portrayed and translated into the big screen. so many things that could happen from this point onwards, so much room for hal to barge in and make bruce rethink his new no-murdering-your-teammates stance

Sparks Fly

Characters: Dean x Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,109

Warnings: implied smut at the end, dean’s lips, that’s about it

Summary: Guy after guy and you’re still always getting the worst ones. The worst kisser, the worst flirter… Until Dean shows you exactly how a man should take care of you.

Author’s Note: I’m sorry I don’t have a requested fic out. I’m so busy and haven’t had time to write anything yet. If you want to be a Queen or a Dean Bean, let me know and I’ll add you to the lists!

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Originally posted by jessica-bones-winchester

You slammed the door to the Bunker as you walked inside, pissed about life right now. You didn’t care what time it was, and you didn’t care who you woke up. You were pissed and you needed alcohol.

“Whoa, sweetheart, where’s the fire?” Dean asked, still up and right where you left him 5 hours ago.

“Don’t start with me, Dean.” You sighed, sitting down across from him, grabbing the whiskey bottle he’s been drinking from. You took a large swig and sighed, pushing the bottle back to him which he caught.

“What happened? Need me to punch someone? Or kill?” He asked, knowing you were very upset about something.

“No, it’s not that. You won’t understand.” You said, waving him off.

“Hey, come on, it’s me. You can tell me anything. What is it? Did he do something to you?” Dean asked. You just came back from a date and you were very excited about it when you left so he was confused to why you were like this. It was a stupid thing to get upset over but lately, this kind of thing has been happening to you and you can’t take it anymore.

“No, he did everything right.” You said, not finishing the rest of the sentence.

“But…?” Dean knew you better than anyone. He knew there was more to this.

“Okay, this is going to sound very stupid so don’t laugh…” He nodded and leaned back in his seat. You grabbed the bottle and took another swig before continuing. “He didn’t know how to kiss well.” You waited for Dean to start laughing, teasing you about how dumb you were being.

But it never came.

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first kiss (4/4) 💞

↳requested for fluffy friday 

your first kiss with tom was definitely not planned by any means; you two had been friends for a long time and were out one night celebrating him wrapping up chaos walking. you two had definitely had a few drinks to toast to the celebration (cue the many pics of this boy with champagne) and the bubbly liquid was definitely bringing out a more confident and giggly state in both of you. tom had looked at you for a moment before deciding ‘screw it’ and leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. it threw you off for a moment, but the fireworks going off in your chest were enough to recognize over the intoxicated state the rest of your body was in. afterwards, he intertwined your hands and they stayed like that the rest of the night. the next morning, he’d walk into your room, as you were conveniently staying at the montreal house for the time being, and sit on the edge of your bed. “so, i definitely remember what happened last night, and i understand if you don’t feel the same way and-” “why else would i have kissed you back, you dork?”

on the other hand your first kiss with haz was oh so very planned by him. it was no secret to everyone that he was head over heels for you, but boy you were the only one to be oblivious to this, and that’s what made him so nervous. he didn’t want to come straight out and say it if you didn’t reciprocate those feelings, but he also felt like he had to shoot his shot. and the other boys agreed. one evening out on the town, after leaving dinner, the other boys hurried ahead and left you and haz behind. beforehand, tom had given him multiple pep talks and encouraging shoulder pats in an attempt to urge his best friend to finally make a move. while you two were walking, you’d wrap your arms around yourself in an attempt to warm yourself up and haz definitely noticed this. automatically, he’d offer you his hoodie with no hesitation and shrug it off. after handing it to you, you’d happily take it before pulling it over your frame. and boy was he in awe of the way you looked in that hoodie. although tom had helped him come up with a 6 step plan on kissing you, he couldn’t help himself; he stopped walking and reached for your hand before pulling you into him and cupping your face and softly kissing you. it didn’t take long for you to melt into the kiss, and you two may or may not have got so caught up in it, it gave enough time for harry to snap a few pics to commemorate the moment.

sweet little sam was probably the most nerve-wracked of them all. he liked to think he had game with others in the past, but as soon as you came into his life, he suddenly felt like he had forgotten to even breathe around you. you guys had gone on a few dates, but there hadn’t been anything more than a few forehead kisses, hand holding, and hugs at the end of your nights together. this time, you two were curled up on his living room couch, a rerun of your favorite sitcom displayed and bringing out various laughter from you two. he couldn’t help letting his eyes wander down to you every so often and admire how focused you were on the show, and how you could practically recite every line. he loved how it felt to have your head rested on his chest and your hand rested next to it, fingertips occasionally tracing patterns. oh how bad he wanted to kiss you. but he couldn’t give himself that boost that he needed. he couldn’t help but go over numerous scenarios of it going wrong. you noticed he went quiet for awhile and looked up at him only to see his face covered in a concentrated look. “you alright there, sammy?” he’d let out a groan before looking down at you. “ireallywanttokissyoubutidon’tknowifyouwanttokissme,” he’d ramble out. without a second thought, you’d lean up and peck his lips. you’d pull away only to see his eyes gently shut and his lips still parted. as he opened his eyes, he’d try and fight the smile creeping onto his face. “did you just-” “can we do it again?” and that time he wouldn’t hesitate; he’d bring a hand to rest on your waist and another underneath your cheek, his thumb rubbing over your jawline before leaning in again.

please let me date harry for just this reason. per haz and harry’s requests, they wanted you to join them on a photoshoot. you weren’t sure why at first, but harry had insisted that you were perfect for the job. without questioning him any further, you’d show up to the location and instantly be greeted by harry’s arms reaching for a hug to which you both gained redness in your cheeks from. after listening to numerous comments by harrison about how, “the lovebirds need to hurry the fuck up,” to which you both would blush even more, you’d start setting up. you’d spend most of the time following harry’s orders, you and haz being nothing more than his own personal models as he directed you in different poses and into different lighting areas. towards the end, he’d call you over to show you some shots he got of you. “this is my favorite,” he’d confess while pointing to a solo shot of you laughing at something he had said off camera. “why’s that?” you’d ask innocently, peering up at him. he’d look down at you and instantly feel that rush he got whenever you even spoke around him. he was suddenly also aware of how close you were standing to him and how he could softly feel your breath on his lips when you talked and he wasn’t sure what came over him, but he couldn’t help himself when he used his free hand to cup your cheek and lean into you. as soon as you felt his lips on yours, you were surprised but couldn’t help relaxing into it despite the thousands of butterflies spreading through your body. he’d pull away, his hand still on your cheek, when harrison yelled, “oi, you two, s’about fucking time”

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i might shut this blog down soon!

so i’ve really really enjoyed this blog, and i very much want to continue to run it! however, not only is the fandom slowly dying, but it’s getting gross.

normally i’d do my best to ignore the more toxic parts of the fandom, but…90% of the fandom has converted from being obsessed with IT and the characters to being obsessed with child actors.

my inbox is flooded with questions about mike wheeler and finn wolfhard! i want to separate the character of richie tozier from the actor who portrays him in the 2017 movie, i want nothing to do with the sexualization of minors.

i am going to keep this blog running for another 2 weeks or so, and i hope i see a positive change in that time. but if i still feel uncomfortable with the asks i’m getting and the content i see, i might have to take my leave.

thanks SO much to all my supporters, i love all of you! i’ll keep my store open (the keychains are being manufactured now!! im so excited!!) and i may answer an ask every now and then (because my love for richie tozier will NEVER die!) but i just don’t feel right in this fandom right now.

much love! hope to see some positive changes in the future. 

<3

Beauty and the Beast - Richonne Modern Day AU

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart. ~Helen Keller


“Ex-Yankees starting pitcher, Rick Grimes was never a vain man. Still, a near-fatal accident left him with enough scars to make him want to hide away from the world. Now the only beauty left in his blemished llife are his two grown kids, his weekly Sunday dinners with his daughter Judith and his beloved flower garden. Scarred, body and mind, he could not see beauty outside of those three treasured things.

For 23-year-old Judith Grimes, life was finally falling into place. Freshly graduated from journalism school and armed with a passion for fashion, she’s landed a coveted internship at the powerhouse fashion magazine, Rive. As assistant to the New York City’s most powerful and iconic editor-in-chief, Michonne Dumas, Judith is living her dreams and learning at the feet of a legend.

A global fashion tastemaker, former model turned magazine editor, Michonne Dumas had heard the word “beautiful” thrown around so liberally that it had started to lose its meaning. Ironically though, she knew as the originator of the coveted “Dumas Look”, she had created the unattainable fashion ideal of perfection that drove her and the whole industry. Secretly, however, she had begun to despair that she was becoming numb to all things physically beautiful. That is, until she notices the lovely flowers her new junior assistant has on her desk every week. Fresh blooms from Judith’s father’s garden, the bouquets continually seem to brighten Michonne’s day.

Before long, those delicate blooms from the amateur horticulturist become a welcome daily reprieve from her relentless pursuit of physical perfection. And when Michonne finally meets Judith’s mysterious father Rick at the company’s charity ballgame, as the young woman hoped, sparks do indeed fly. Though, to Judith’s chagrin, not the romantic kind. Yet, it is from that very first encounter that they both begin to learn —things of true beauty can also be things which are deemed imperfect.“



Tale as old as time…

Rick was already missing his garden. The sky was blue and cloudless. The sun was bright, but there was no humidity in the atmosphere. It was the perfect day for puttering around with his flowers. But he had promised his daughter, and there wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her.

He was thankful that the baseball cap fit low enough on his head to cast shadows around his face. The throwing gloves he wore hid the patchwork, Frankenstein-esque scars on his hands. He could no longer run even a mile, but physical therapy made it possible for his limp to be hardly noticeable. Although, it was becoming increasingly more difficult to keep up with the fast strides of his daughter.

He held on to her forearm. “Judy, you know your dad’s an old man. Slow down some.”

People were milling around all over. He felt his chest tightening and his breaths coming out faster. He’d adapted to his solitude over the years, only welcoming the company of his children. Crowds of people made him nervous now.

Judy tossed her head back to look at her father. The bouncing curls of her chic bob haircut matched his greying curls perfectly. Always attuned to him, she recognized the apprehension in his eyes. She squeezed his hand, but didn’t slow down.

“Daddy, I wish you would stop calling yourself an old man. You’re not even fifty yet.”

Rick shrugged. “Forty-five is pretty near fifty.”

“You have to wait at least twenty more years to collect Social Security, so you’re not old.”

“My knees beg to differ. Why are we walking so fast? There’s still an hour until the game starts.”

“I know, but I want to make sure I’m not late in case I’m needed to help with any last minute details.”

“It’s just a charity baseball game. Should go smoothly. You worry all the time like your mother used to.”

She shot him a sad smile. “That’s what Grandma always says too. Guess it’s in my DNA. I just want to make a good impression. Show Michonne she can trust me with the details. She’s so great. I don’t want to let her down.”

“Michonne is your boss, right? Calling bosses by their first names in the office is a thang now? Back in my day—”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Judith cut him off. “Back in your day you rode cows to school. Grew your own wheat or whatever. I know Daddy. Maybe you really are an old man.”

Rick chuckled. “Actually, your uncle Hershel grew vegetables, not wheat on his farm.”

“What I said still applies, old man.” She pointed to a woman whose back was to them. Her locs were long and reached down past the middle of her back  “There she is. Let me introduce you. And please be nice and personable, Daddy.”

Rick smirked. “Aren’t I always?”

Judith laughed and rolled her eyes. “Nope.”

His smirk faded as they walked closer. Having new people in his orbit unsettled him. He tried to pull his cap further down, but it wouldn’t budge.

Michonne turned around as she heard footsteps approaching her. Rick had seen her pictures in the fashion magazines Judith used to read as a teen. He always passively admired her beauty, but he didn’t expect the radiant women before him. She was dressed down in a custom baseball jersey with her magazine’s name written in gold letters on the front. Her black shorts showed off her shapely legs. Her smile was warm and sincere as she immediately pulled Judith into a hug. She smiled at him over his daughter’s shoulder. He looked down at his shoes as a wave of insecurity washed over him

Judith, not picking up on her father’s reluctance for once, pulled him in closer. “Michonne, this is my Dad, Rick Grimes.”

Michonne’s smiled widened making her even more beautiful than Rick first thought.

“Ah,” she said. “So this is the doting father who makes sure his daughter always has beautiful, fresh flowers on her desk. Very nice to finally meet you, Rick.” She held out her hand to shake.

He clasped her hand.  He could feel the smoothness even through his gloves. “Nice to meet you too, ma’am.”

Michonne chuckled. “I missed that southern charm. Don’t get much of that here in New York.”

“Michonne is originally from Georgia too, Daddy. Atlanta, not a small town like you.”

“Yes, born and raised,” Michonne said. “I still get homesick for sweet tea, and my aunt’s sweet potato pie.” She pulled the young woman aside. “Judith, could you go help Sasha and Jackie with setting up the magazine display near the entrance?”

“Of course Michonne.” She kissed Rick on the cheek. “I’ll be right back, Daddy.”

He watched her rush off wondering when his little girl became a grown and responsible adult. He turned back to Michonne, who was still smiling at him. His nervous tick was to run his hands through his hair. He felt the urge to at that moment, but he thought better of removing his cap.

“So,” She took a step closer to him. “I didn’t put two and two together when Judith told me her father’s name was Rick Grimes. You’re the same Grimes that played for the Braves and the Yankees, right?”

Rick looked down as if he was almost embarrassed at her knowing who he was. “Yeah. That was me. Didn’t think anyone in the fashion industry would recognize an old baseball player.”

Michonne gestured her hand around the baseball field where they were standing. “Well, we are at a charity baseball game. Beside lots of fashion models date baseball players.” She whispered as if conspiring with him. “It’s a bit of a thing.”

Rick laughed. “That is true. Many of my teammates dated models. And playmates.”

Michonne chuckled. “I bet.” She tossed one of her long locs behind her shoulder. “Besides that, my own father was a huge Braves fan. I used to watch the games with him. David Justice was his favorite player, but you came a close second. He hated when you left and signed with the Yankees.”

“I almost regretted it. I missed home a lot when I moved up here with the kids. Though I did miss David most of all. He was my favorite too.”

Her smile radiated even more. “So you and my father will have lots to talk about if you ever meet.”

He nodded and laughed. “Yeah, our very own David Justice fan club.”

Her voice lowered a couple of octaves as she tilted her head to the side. “I remember reading about your accident, and saying a few prayers for your recovery.”

Rick nodded. “I appreciate that. God was looking out for me that day. My kids didn’t need to endure the cruelty of losing both of their parents.”

“Judith talks about her mom sometimes. She and her brother were both pretty young when you lost her, I remember her saying.”

“Yeah. Judith was barely out of diapers, and my son, Carl, was in the first grade.”

“Had to be tough to continue your baseball career, and raise two kids.”

“It was. Very grateful for my mom though. Couldn’t have done it without her.”

“I know all about the miracle of grandmothers. My mom died when I was young also. Spent so much precious time with my Granny. Judith and I have bonded over some shared experiences. She’s a great kid.”

He smiled. “I always thought so too, even if I’m kinda biased.”

“The best dads always are.” She clapped her hands together. “So, the game will be starting soon. I know you’re an all-star, future hall of famer, but I was known to hit a few home runs in pick-up softball when I was a kid. So don’t think you’re going to strike me out.”

Almost feeling like his old, cocky self when it came to his baseball skills, he crossed his armsover his chest and smirked at her. “Is that right?”

She winked at him. “All I’m saying is watch yourself.”

A woman with a short afro came up to Michonne and whispered in her ear. She nodded and told the woman she would be right there.

“Editor-in-chief duties call, but I’ll see you on the mound, Rick Grimes.”
He smiled a genuine smile for what felt like the first time in years at anyone other than his children. “Can’t wait.”  (” The First Meet“ - Flash Fic written by @blacklitchick )


I want to say a HUGE Thank you!  to my two collaborators @blacklitchick and @iminyjo <3. The both of you have been amazing during this project’s lengthy journey ;) -xo OMJ.

Originally posted by sebastianstahp

“You don’t want to know,” you said as you turned away shyly. You and Bucky we’re having a simple night in, a bottle of wine shared between the two of you, when things took an interesting turn. 

 "Oh but I do Doll,“ he said as he placed a hand on your chin and turned you head to face him. 

You cheeks were bright red with embarrassment. It wasn’t like you couldn’t tell Bucky anything. You two were as close as two people could be and even though you had only been together a few months, it felt like you both had always been together. You diverted your attention from his piercing blue eyes. 

"It’s just, I don’t know,” you stumbled over your words. 

 Many a night you had spent in your room, touching yourself to the thought of him dominating​ you, taking control in ways you could only dream of. There was nothing you wanted more. 

 "How about I go first?“ he suggested to get things moving to where he wanted them to go. You two were no strangers to the bedroom and the couch and the kitchen table, but maybe if he said the things he liked the best, you would follow suit. 

 Bucky bit his lip tantilizingly. "I love it when you suck my cock with that pretty little mouth of yours. I also love it when you ride me. There ain’t no sight I love more than you on top of me, grinding away.”

You could feel Bucky tense at just the mention of your intimate acts and his eyes seemed to light up. It was easy to tell just how entranced he was by you and what you did to him.

What was the worst that could happen if you told him? He might say that he wasn’t into that sort of thing and that he didn’t want to try it, but at best? He would indulge you and you would get to live out your wildest fantasies. Was it worth the risk?

“Don’t laugh,” you said nervously.

Bucky shook his head from left to right. “I would never make fun of something you like,” he reassured you. 

You took a deep breath and tried not to look into those stunning eyes of his. “I really, really want you to dominate me,” you said quietly. “I like being dominated by my partners.” 

Bucky paused a moment as if he was thinking and your mind began to fear the worst. Thoughts of being reprimanded filled your head until Bucky looked up at you with a smile. 

“If that’s what you like, then I will try my hardest to satisfy you.”

He grabbed your hand and began to lead you off towards the bedroom. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but damn if he wasn’t going to try. You were with it.

“Tell me what direction in need to go and I swear I will get you to that sweet release you need,” he said with a husky voice. 

Your pulse quickened in your veins as Bucky pulled you into the room and shut the door. The fun was only just beginning.  

The moment you realize boxman (villians night out) embarassed himself, and acted the way he did at the party. Just to piss everyone off, and basically give all the villians a “big fuck you”

He knows all the villians don’t like him, and he just wants to piss them the fuck off.


During the dinner with Boxman in (We’re captured) he acted extremely mature and respect to his client. But he isn’t trying to impress anybody in (villians night out) he actually wants to crash the party.


only opinion he cares about is Venomous’s opinion, he even during the show called venomous his “best friend”

which is in a way honestly  character development for boxman, to call somebody his best friend  (or boxman could of been in the party crashing mood and jokingly called venomous his best friend, but thats probably unlikely)

Here it is

I’m a little bit proud of this

I know I could’ve done better… But I’m running on a time limit. I hope it looks okay. You can see where I screwed up the shading… and blending… and colors in general… But today I tried a new way of making the outline. I’m pretty happy with the results.

@princeofmints has been one of my favorite artists for a while. Similar to Moho, Zachary is great with anatomy. He can made amazing works of art with so many layers that it makes my vision blurry. Or I just need glasses. Anyways, Zachary is always fun to check up on. I love seeing new art and this artist’s happiness generally makes me happy. I can only wish him the best, and hope that he doesn’t let anything bring him down. His OCs are awesome looking, and from what I’ve read about their personalities they’re really creative and cool. I wish him the best in life, because in my opinion, he deserves it. Zachary, from what I’ve seen, really is a sweetheart. I think that others who admire him like I do will agree. I hope one day I’ll be able to draw bodies similar to how he does. I don’t want to be just like him art wise. I want to be able to envision what I want and draw it out like he does. Whenever I watch a speedpaint, I’m always baffled at how he creates his lineart. He can always get better. Everyone can. Still, you can tell that he puts a lot of time and effort into what he does. You can see the results of hard work and practice. Out of all the things I admire about Zachary, that’s probably the biggest one. Not only for him, but for all artists who do their best.

He’s a truly amazing artist, and this is my gift to him.

florisam  asked:

What is the best gift you could give to the main boys in XOD? (Also hi!)

Hi Flor >v<!

Everett: Cash, haha. No one can understand Everett’s ‘unique’ tastes better than himself and he’s pretty much obligated to complain if someone tries to understand, so it’s best to just let him pick what to get.

Nate: A necklace. Not only is that something he’d like but his super particular self would appreciate that you didn’t try to get ‘creative’ and he wouldn’t have to give you a lecture on gift choosing.

Shiloh: Anything! As long as it’s coming from you it’s automatically the best gift ever.

Bae: If he wants something he can (and will) just buy it himself. The best for him would either be something cute that’s homemade or a ‘coupon’ he can cash in for you to clean his room/do some other chore.

Jeremy: Something practical and hard to screw up, like socks.

Pran: Art supplies…? He’s honestly not gonna care no matter that, ahah.

Thank you for the question!

i was going to draw this but i Suck so just take a moment to imagine this Good Shit:
  • jason excitedly runs up to janet like “janet janeT JANET JANET JANET!!!!! I WANT A REAL LIFE PIKACHU LIKE AN ACTUAL ALIVE PIKACHU I PROMISE ILL FEED IT AND TAKE IT FOR WALKS PLEEEEEAAAASE”
  • with zero hesitation janet conjures up a writhing pile of about ten pikachus and drops them directly on top of jason
  • he falls to the floor covered in them and cries the purest tears of joy any human being has ever cried as they crawl all over him and nuzzle him
  • janet looks on affectionately
  • they are now his best friends
  • everyone agrees he can keep them if he keeps them out of sight which means only in the budhole or like… on tahani’s tennis courts or something. no walking them in the town. there’s no way anyone would buy that he was still being tortured if they saw this display of actual sunshine

I’ve only mentioned this a couple times here, but my older brother ( @greatninjadragon ) has been battling cancer for a little over 3 years now. Today he was finally called by the Lord to come home to Heaven.

It’s hard. It’s so fucking hard and my heart hurts so much. He’s been my best friend all my life. He was the only one who truly understood me. He put up with my crap and wanted to include me in everything he was interested in. And now I have to go through the rest of my life without him. It’s so unfair!

But I’m so glad he’s no longer suffering. And he went peacefully with me and the rest of our close knit family around him. I love him so much, and I’m gonna miss him so much. But I’m gonna see him again someday so that gives me some comfort.

Please keep my family in your prayers.

anonymous asked:

I've always privately defined romantic love as "thinking your best friend's hot", but lately, it's occurred to me that this might not be accurate? See, I've had a boyfriend for ages now, and he's certainly my best friend, and I'm very much sexually attracted to him, but is that not enough for "romance"? Like, I only like kissing him when I'm turned on, and I only like holding hands/hugging/cuddling when I'm emotionally vulnerable. Is that aromantic, or just my weird personal preference? Help?

Hi anon, you could definitely be aromantic. The kind of attraction you’re describing sounds more like sexual attraction than romantic attraction. However, you are enough just as you are, and you can have a romance with someone if you want to even if you don’t feel romantically attracted to them :)

~Alix

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So, I didn’t like the Lance vlog. Sure, he overcompensates, and sure, he likes to put on a show for the camera, and sure, he wouldn’t talk about his insecurities in front of an audience. But there’s this thing called Dramatic Irony, which the writers could’ve used, in order to show us a disconnect between what Lance says about himself, and what we actually see in canon. It would’ve been a nice juxtaposition to highlight Lance’s insecurities, without him ever having to talk about them.

So, I took matters into my own hands. Because guess what? Contrary to what Dreamworks would have us believe, Lance is more than just his flirtatious personality. (click pictures to enlarge). 

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simon + needing space away from clary (aka clary approaching simon when he clearly doesn't want her to multiple times)

bonus:

BTS replaced you. - pt.2

[pt.1] [pt.2] [pt.3]


Originally posted by fairybcby

After the conversation we shared I muted the conversation, there was nothing I wanted to hear anymore and nothing I wanted to do but sleep. I was curious of what they had to say, if anything at all but at the same time I didn’t want to know because they probably don’t think it’s a big deal they’ve missed my birthday three years in a row. I sat at my dining room table, staring at the candlelit cake in front of me. It was their favourite, strawberry flavour and just looking at it reminded me of them and how they won’t be here again to share this too large cake for one with me.

For so long I believed that we were best friends, that we were inseparable and nothing or no one could come between the friendship we shared because we had been through so much with one another. But I was wrong. They let her get between us. I don’t want to be a selfish brat that I’m seeming to be, but they just forgot me so easily after spending a week with her, wouldn’t that hurt you? They used to be the first people to say happy birthday to me, even if they were away they’d never forget to FaceTime me at 12am - but this year, even though we were supposed to celebrate, they didn’t call at 12, they didn’t send me a text. Because they forgot, and they left me waiting for them like a fool standing outside the restaurant in the winter cold holding my own birthday cake. They promised. They promised that they were going to celebrate with me this year for sure, they even made sure they had no schedule clashes today so that we could celebrate, but just like that they forgot and I was replaced with someone new, someone better.

People looked at me funny, people who walked into the restaurant, had their meal and came back out to see me still standing there alone - they all looked at me with pity in their eyes. ‘That girl must’ve got stood up’ must be what they were all thinking. Yeah I was stood up by my seven best friends. The entire week they’ve been hanging out, the entire week they’ve dismissed me. ‘If it was important we would have remembered’ ‘Clearly wasn’t all that important’, that hurt to say the least, it only told me how much I didn’t mean to them, making it clear to me that they don’t need me in their lives anymore because they have someone new, someone that let’s them have the personal space that they needed and I understood now. I was only ever thinking of myself and what I wanted. Maybe they didn’t forget, maybe this was their way to tell me that our friendship is over. 

I blew out the candle without making a wish, wishes don’t come true. I’ve wished for the same thing the last two years and each following year I end up getting disappointed. I crawled into bed and went to sleep, eyes slightly wet from crying. But a few hours later, I heard my phone ring; I picked up without even checking the caller ID. 

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