and then i never stopped laughing

Even Bech Nӕsheim. Oh, fuck you, I’m already crying. Okay. Stop looking at me like that and let me talk. You are… the best thing in my life. You have taught me so much. You have given me the love that I never expected, the love that I didn’t think I’d ever find, and you have shown me how to love someone back. And in this minute, in this universe and in every parallel one, I am fucking in love with you, because you are the only person who can make me laugh and make me cry, and you are the only person who loves me and understands me and supports me and you are the fucking man of my life, goddamn it, and I’ve known that ever since I was seventeen and you kissed me in some random stranger’s pool. You’ve changed my entire life. You have made me happier than I’ve ever been, sadder than I’ve ever been, angrier than I’ve ever been, and you have made me a better person. I love you more than anything I’ve ever known. And, yeah, in this minute, we’re getting fucking married. So. For better or for worse, in sickness and in health, I love you, Even Bech Nӕsheim, and I always will. Fuck. Oh, shit. Everybody, I’m sorry for swearing so much, and also for crying. Okay. Your turn.

Isak Valtersen. Out of all the movies I’ve made you watch, and all the ones that exist, our love story is the most beautiful that I’ve ever known. You always say that love at first sight is bullshit, but I saw you on the first day of school and just knew that we’d be here one day. Getting married in front of our families and friends. In tuxes - and, might I add, you look really fucking hot right now. Sorry. That made you laugh, though, so I regret nothing. But I have loved you for my entire life, and everything fell into place when I saw you, like all the parallel universes lined up in that minute. I loved you when I didn’t know you existed, I loved you from across the courtyard at Nissen, and smoking weed on my windowsill, and with pink streaks on your face, and snapbacks and omelettes and cabin trips and morning breath and everything you’ve done, everything you’ll do. I am so, so proud of you. I am proud to know you. I am proud to love you. And I will remind you of that every single day for the rest of our lives. You mean everything to me. Thank you. I love you. And I can’t wait to call you my husband.

I saw someone legit try to argue on reddit a while ago that VM could have beaten Vecna if Scanlan had kept his beholder anti-magic ray on him and then remained a beholder for eternity.

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Dance With Me - TJ Perkins preview

Originally posted by temomi

One evening, two weeks following our first encounter, TJ showed up again. He was all sweaty from a few hours in the gym. This time, I didn’t stop dancing when he entered the room because I never usually got to show off my skills, as conceited as that may sound. The upbeat nature of ‘Castle On The Hill’ made my heart race and my mouth curve into a wide grin, my feet almost moving by themselves. Perkins watched on from where he leant against the wall, his own smile blinding.
“Wow. We’ve got ourselves a regular Twinkle Toes over here!”


“Shut up! You can certainly talk, Prince of Flippy Shit. You’re just as much of a ‘Twinkle Toes’ as I am.” He laughed at me, his hand having found its way to my shoulder. Hmm, that certainly gave me an idea. He raised an eyebrow at me when he saw the smirk I was sporting. “Move your hand down to my waist and take my hand in your free one. No, not on my hip, on my waist,” I placed my free hand up on his shoulder and hummed in approval, “Maybe… I might just be able to get you to dance with me eventually, Mr Perkins.” He recoiled in mock horror.


“Sorry kid, I don’t dance.” That stupid smile was back on his face by the time he had grabbed his bag and ran out of the room.


He doesn’t dance, huh? Well, he doesn’t yet.

anonymous asked:

I'm not all that plugged in to the fandom besides your blog, so it's always interesting to hear about the "fanon" versions of the characters. Like I've NEVER thought of kirishima as being hurt by Bakugou. To me he even seems to get a kick out of the way baku is? So like if he ever (for some reason because like you said I can't see it being intentional????) attempted to/did something to hurt kiri I would expect kirishima to genuinely laugh it off and be like "yeah whatever blasty" yknow?

Well, depends on how close to home Bakugou would hit with the attempt to hurt I guess? The only instance of Bakugou being “rude” to Kirishima in the manga that I can remember (do correct me if I’m wrong here) is him calling Kirishima “shitty hair”, and Kirishima set him straight on that immediately -  “my hair isn’t all that different from yours and I happen to have a name, use it”, so for sure that’s at least one canon way in which he reacts to Bakugou’s general level of every day rudeness

Laughing it off is also something he’s done in canon, though it was more Kirishima making fun of him and Bakugou telling him that he’d kill him and Kirishima ignoring him and keeping on laughing - so if it’s just riling each other up and normal bantering and poking at each other, laughter is a canon reaction too

But like, Kirishima’s got his insecurites and problems, right? And there are things he probably wouldn’t be okay with Bakugou saying - like, for example, not that Bakugou would, like this is the most ooc thing I’ve ever had Bakugou do in an hypotetical scenario ever (sorry son), but say he makes fun of Kirishima’s quirk/calls him weak, Kirishima would actually be hurt by that, you know? Even though he’d instantly know that Bakugou doesn’t actually believe what he’s saying, I don’t think he’d just laugh that one off. Cause those are actual things Kirishima thinks about himself, and at the moment what keeps those thoughts at bay are Bakugou’s reassurances about his strenght, so having Bakugou himself telling him that he’s weak would be a low blow for him… in that situation I think he’d tell him to go cool off somewhere he can be a dick by himself and maybe come back when he’s ready to have a civil conversation about what’s actually making him act up

Anyway Kirishima being quietly hurt and pretending everything’s fine is just something I can’t see happening considering how loud he is about his opinion whenever someone does anything that goes against his moral code, really

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Ok so you know that scene in “Shaun of the Dead” when they make it to the pub and they get in a fight with the zombified pub owner and Queen’s “Don’t Stop Me Now” comes on the jukebox? And it’s just the most out of place thing for what’s happening? Well, when I’m playing SWTOR and grinding heroics or running flashpoints, I listen to my ipod on shuffle. My music is eclectic, to say the least, and the song that does what Queen’s does in the movie is…get this…Perry Como’s “Papa Loves Mambo”. I have never laughed so hard in my life. When that song came on for the first time, I was in a brutal boss fight in a 4 man flashpoint. And you know what? It made me fight so much better…after I stopped crying/laughing. Do me a favor and listen to upbeat oldies when you’re killing your enemies in SWTOR. You won’t regret it. Just twirl around killing guys as your teammates die around you while listening to fucking Perry Como. It’s the best.

So when will people on tumblr stop making shitty posts laughing and saying boys are terrible; totally forgetting trans boys and just all the men that are here that are not shitty? Why do girls think “boys are shitty and terrible uwu” is such a cool and edgy joke? If a specific boy hurt you, say it, but what’s good in being shady about half of human population? And when someone gets mad and asks “ok I’m a boy, and i never did that/acted like this, why would you say that” they will go: “haha well i didn’t mean YOU, I meant those other boys”. Right….

I wish I knew the right words to say when it came down to writing about someone who makes you feel like flowers are growing inside of your chest. I wish I knew how to explain the way you make me feel when it’s two in the morning and we’re both laughing over something that probably wasn’t even that funny but to other people, our laughs make it seem like it was the world. I wish I knew how to tell people just how really beautiful you are, because when you are there, whether you’re laying down or pacing back and fourth, talking about the things that excite you the most, or just about anything in general that makes you happy, your eyes hold a certain kind of light beneath them that makes me want to never look away. Or when you laugh, my god, when you laugh, I never want it to stop because you do this thing where you tilt your head back and cover your mouth at the last moment after you already been so loud, shaking your head and every single time, I’d think, I wouldn’t mind hearing you laugh for the rest of my life. And when you yell, which is very rare, is scary because you can be there, veins standing at attention and I’d still think you’re the most beautiful person I have ever laid eyes on, even if I’m driving you insane. Don’t worry though, you drive me insane too. And I wish I knew how to explain the way my hands shake when I think about losing you, or the way my chest tightens to the thought of you being with someone else who isn’t me, because it messes with my mind sometimes and I get fustrated, because only I want to know your favorite book to the way you hate wearing that poka dot shirt, or how you eat when you’re nervous and can’t seem to stop making a mess. But you always been a messy eater so I don’t mind. I fell in love with you and although you are not perfect because you do have your moments, I promise I will love you again and again and again because I am not perfect either but if I am here, holding my heart out to you, and you are there, doing the same, I swear we both can be non-perfect messes together. And I’m trying not to be too cheesy here, because you always did say I buttered you up too much so for now I’ll leave it off with an I love you and an I’ll love you forever until my very last breath and an I am so lucky you decided to choose me.
—  A.M// to jake, maybe loving you isn’t so bad after all.

‘Why do you love me? What is there to love in someone like me? Please, tell me why you’re so fond of me because honestly? I don’t get it.’

I was perplexed how could he not see why?

‘I love you because you’re you.

I love you because when you smile, your lips always tilt slightly to the left. When you smile your amazingly sharp canines peek through giving you a juvenile look. When you smile, your ever present dimples show more — if that’s even possible —. When you smile, your eyes crease at the edges and your beautiful eyes become slits of pure joy.

I love you because when you laugh, you tilt your head backwards. When you laugh, you always close your eyes. When you laugh, you grasp your stomach and bend over. When you laugh, you always end in a deep sigh and smile after wards, you grasp my face in yours and kiss me as if we’ll never kiss again.

I love you because when I do something you like, you giggle. When I do something you like, you’ll caress my hair and pat my cheeks. When I do something you like, you look at my lips and say, “I fucking love you”. When I do something you like, your eyes bore into mine and I see a flame ignite in them.

I love you because when you’re concentrated you furrow your eyebrows. When you’re concentrated you tongue pokes out of your delicious lips and glides over them. When you’re concentrated, you tend to break out of it for a slight second and do that 'hmmph’ sound you know I like just to give yourself a small break. When you’re concentrated, you grab something to eat with your left hand and bring it to the right side of your mouth and proceed to take a bite.

I love you because when you kiss me, you grab my face with both hands. When you kiss me, one hand pulls on my hair, while the other runs its thumb across my cheek. When you kiss me, you always do a series of multiple pecks after we end making out. When you kiss me, I can feel you smile and let out small giggles of content. When you kiss me, you hold my face in your palms and look at me for a good while then you tell me I’m beautiful.

I love you because when you hug me, you hold me for a long time. When you hug me, you grasp me firmly with both of your strong arms. When you hug me, you use one hand to rub my back. When you hug me, you put your face in the crook of my neck and breathe in my scent. When you hug me, you won’t let me go until we’ve embraced each other tightly.

I love you because when you talk about something you love you smile the whole time. When you talk about something you love, you tend to look down at your hands. When you talk about something you love, you furrow your eyebrows and smirk a little. When you talk about something you love, you let out small sighs of happiness. When you talk about something you love, you always tilt your head to side and shrug your shoulders at the end because you get embarrassed at your enthusiasm.

I love you because when you make me blush, you tease me about it. When you make me blush you put your hands on my cheeks and remark, 'baby your cheeks are hot’ at which point I reply, 'no they’re not, I don’t know what you’re talking about’. When you make me blush you look at my cheeks and smile and say 'baby you’re blushing’. When you make me blush you hold me down and ask me why knowing damn well that makes me blush more.

I love you because when you tell me stories about your past, you say them in a low voice as if speaking louder will make them come back. When you tell me stories about your past, you always hug me and won’t let me go. When you tell me stories about your past, you run your hands through your hair because you know you might cry. When you tell me stories about your past you always mutter the phrase, 'why am I even telling you this?’ And we both know it’s because you love me, and you want me to know what I’m getting into.

I love you because when you notice I’m sad, you’ll look at me and poke my cheeks until I smile. When you notice I’m sad you tell me 'stop being a taco without the shell’ because you know I’ll laugh. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll hug me and tell me you love me. When you notice I’m sad, you’ll ruffle my hair and whisper in my ear, 'Tina eat your goddamn food’, because that llama is our spirit animal.’

I love you for so many reasons, if I listed them all, this poem would never end.

The best way to put it is, I love you because you’re you.

—  Beauty in IT /// I love you because…
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I had a joy playing opposite to Gal and getting a chance to fall in love with her. Patty gave me an objective which was to flirt, make her laugh. Tumble, breathe heavily like you’re doing something physical. And I said that sounds like a plan. And, you know, Gal’s my pal. So we just goofed around and had a good time. - Chris Pine on working with Gal Gadot

“Chris is such a talented, smart, funny, funny, funny, funny guy. People don’t understand how funny he is. We had to break so many takes because he made me laugh. I felt very, very comfortable working with him.” - Gal Gadot on working with Chris Pine