and will i know it is you

anonymous asked:

The part of the interview where Louis says he doesn't feel he's earned the status and wealth when compared to the average working class man, just makes me understand more why he does so much charity work, often anonymously and we only find out when the recipients come out to thank him. He donates his money & time, sponsors kids parties, families to stay at nice hotels & watch their concerts, or trips to Disneyland. Louis is trying to share his good fortune with others less fortunate and in need.

idk but what really gets me about overwatch is that its entire marketing tries to convince us that it’s this huge band of heroes who have come together to maintain world peace and achieve Great Things

while in fact that’s what they used to be and what you have now is a family consisting of an ape, two lesbians and a supercomputer having illegal dinner parties in a derelict government facility

the three former leaders of the organization are all presumed dead and pass their time not really disputing that claim considering two of them are currently holed up in a fucking necropolis, and the other one is a constantly decomposing emotional fog

like you’re supposed to imagine this grand force for Good, but then jesse mccree is getting shitfaced in a dingy bar in dorado while sombra sends sneaky update pics of him to reaper, who is currently too busy creeping on a family just because the guy’s flat butt reminded him of his ex husband

hanzo ‘midlife crisis’ shimada shoots dragons out of his nipple but you couldn’t tell that looking at his art student undercut and piercings, and his not-dead (notice how that’s a suspiciously recurring theme in this game?) brother is probably currently at a cosplay convention losing a ‘best genji costume’ competition

like maybe one day they’ll all come together and find common ground and actually do something, but for now they’re just a bunch of weird people in different stages of washed up trying to make ends meet, and it might be the most relatable thing about the whole entire game

anonymous asked:

Shinee as high school graduates?? Or college graduates too 😙



  • instead of hugs he’s trying to handshake everyone and they’re like stfu come here you teddy bear 
  • and he basically crushes them to his chest (onew: NEVER LEAVE ME / minho: OK HYUNG)
  • cap is slightly crooked in all the pictures (onew: my style, my swagger)
  • they’re lining up to get their names called and he’s just chanting to himself, the stage, the universe, “oh god pls let me not trip pls pls”
  • if he does, he’s just going to stay there and just let people to walk over him
  • will get up eventually maybe, no promises 
  • did NOT trip 
  • using his grad program as a fan 
  • his friends all gave him sunflowers bc he is sunshine 


  • his cap………….. he decorated it so prettily 
  • (it says thanks mom) 
  • ……….. but the lettering is upside down 
  • 휴ㅅ휴
  • convocation just started and he’s cried three times
  • really didn’t mean to 
  • can’t make eye contact with ot4 or else- oh yup, there he goes again 
  • whispers “omg” when each member gets their name called 
  • also says “omg” as he’s called too
  • has an airhorn hidden up his sleeve and goes all JOHHNNNNN CENA on stage
  • turns around and waves a lot to his family and is delighted af when they wave back 
  • his cheeks hurt from smiling 


  • was really determined to keep proper academic dress bc he looks fly BUT dear god it’s 87 degrees and it’s 10 degrees hotter on turf so he’s sweating out the two water bottles he’s ingested 
  • slowly stripping 
  • first his gown, then his suit jacket, loosened his tie (taemin: are we playing strip poker??? i want in / jong: taeminnie nO) 
  • got the perfect grad pic on stage with a triumphant peace sign up
  • once he receives his diploma: ah yes my 200k piece of paper 
  • armful of flowers 
  • comes back from somewhere??? with another armful and hands them out by color/flower preference 
  • pulls each person into a sidehug and snaps pic(s) for the memz 


  • brought cowbells and furiously shakes them every time one of ot4 crosses the stage
  • all the clapping semi-dies down and the auditorium is once again shaken by choi minho’s voice yelling on the top of his lungs “YEAH THAT’S MY BEST FRIEND GO BEST FRIEND GOOOOOOOOOO”
  • crossing the stage for the handshake 
  • pulls out his phone 
  • takes a boomerang of him dabbing 
  • and the class goes WILD (jong: LOOOOOL HE DID NOT JUST DO THAT)
  • afterwards when they officially are graduated, he pulls everyone into a group hug and they jump around yelling 


  • the hyungs tied his honor chords into a bow so he’s pretty 
  • blue roses
  • casually (frantically) flipping his entire room over (jong: wtf did you lose this time / taemin: nOTHING / jong: it’s your tassel isn’t it)
  •  it is
  • goddammit key even went back and got him a spare one too…………… 
  • onew: would it be on your cap? / taemin: no that’s ridiculous why would it be there / onew: *holding up cap* bc it’s there 
  • highkey doesn’t remember crossing the stage but he must have bc he’s at the end of it 
  • by the end of the ceremony, he lost his cap altogether bc instead of throwing it up, he kinda sorta frisbee’d it backwards (minho: it’s true, my mom has it on video) 
  • my cap 9v9 

ok it’s been months but i’m still mad dan didn’t do a video like phil’s “my dna test results” because his grandma was adopted and it would be genuinely enlightening for him and a fun video to watch. of all the ideas he steals from phil and he just lets this opportunity go to waste ! 

A Medical Emergency Pt.2

Howdy friends! It’s wee bairn Marlo, coming to you live from a family holiday to Montreal. So many of you asked for a second part to my prompt surrounding doctor Claire and patient Jamie, which I have since dubbed A Medical Emergency (which you can read here). And, considering how angsty the last few TSS fics have been (blame Kaitlyn and Mikayla), I figured it was time to deliver some fluff for your amusement!

As always, a major thank you to my Kilt Kult buddies and fellow TSS mods for keeping me on track and reassuring me that my writing isn’t trash. Also, I owe all of you a major shout out as well, as I would never have written this fic without your overwhelming positive response. So, thank you thank you thank you from the very bottom of my heart!


It was two weeks before Claire could stomach facing Jamie again. The surgery had been a success, and Claire had meticulously mended the shattered bones of Jamie’s hand. She hadn’t counted on the infection that set in, keeping him bedridden and feverish for nearly a week. Claire couldn’t help but feel responsible.

“It happens all the time LJ. I wouldn’t worry about it.” said Joe Abernathy, Claire’s fellow doctor and hospital confidante. She knew that there was nothing she could have done, that infections happen and it was out of her control, but the thought of seeing Jamie in more pain, with even the smallest chance of it being by her hand, was too much to bear. She didn’t know what is was about this Scot: his bull-headedness, the way his nose crinkled when he smiled at her as she was wheeling him into surgery, or how peaceful and innocent he looked under anesthesia, the softness of his face making him look like a child. Whatever it was, Claire found herself experiencing feelings she had never felt before, and it left her simultaneously terrified and exhilarated.

It was a Tuesday afternoon, and Claire had just finished a run of the mill appendectomy. Granted with a brief reprieve, she quickly cleaned herself off before heading to the on-call room, eager to take a quick rest before her pager summoned her again. Unfortunately, she found herself having to cross through the recovery wing, where Jamie lay behind the closed door of room 263. Claire had continued to follow his case, coercing nurses into providing valuable intel on his condition and moral.

“Yes, he is eating.”

“No. He doesn’t have a fever.”

“If you’re so interested Doctor, why don’t you go ask him yourself?”

Still, Claire refused to step foot in that room. The nagging guilt in her stomach surrounding his prolonged hospitalization, coupled with the more puzzling stirrings deep in the pit of her stomach, wouldn’t allow her to walk down the white tile hall leading up to his room. Unfortunately, she currently had no other option.

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Romance (Theme of Ikemen Sengoku)
Romance (Theme of Ikemen Sengoku)

I really like the song that plays during the more intimate moments in the game, so I wanted to try playing it. There are two versions (the piano one and the slower one) but this is… somewhere between the two? Also I may have reharmonized it a little bit, idk lol I transcribed it based on memory. And I just made up a track title because I don’t think there’s an actual name for it.

uhhhhh okay anyway hope you ladies enjoy!!

(original soundtrack copyright Cybird)


SO…Who’s getting tied up and tossed in the trunk for the next MV?  😂😂😂

mizjoely  asked:

For the prompt list: “Can you shut up!?”


“Mawwy me,” he pleaded with the Pretty Lady, desperately clinging to her coat; he wrestled with the sheets the Mean People had covered him with. He spotted the daisies sitting in the vase beside his bed, reaching for them in such a haste, the ornate glass smashed onto the ground.

“Sherlock…” she was laughing at him. Of course she was. Someone as beautiful as her was probably already taken, living in the country with a bunch of children. And a dog. Of course there was a dog. God, how Sherlock envied him. Nevertheless, the Pretty Lady had taken the flowers and was sniffing them happily, “if I’d known you’d become this romantic, I’d have had you get your wisdom teeth out years ago.”

The Mean People had said something earlier about the…thingie, whatever it was that had happened to him - he hadn’t really been listening, his attention focused on his gorgeous visitor. Every time she wiped at his chin, he felt a spark of attraction. One of the Mean People charged into the room, then, clipboard in hand as she chatted incessantly.

“I’m pleased to tell you, Mr. Holmes, you’re free to go. The surgery was a complete success. I’m sure you‘re eager to go home with your wife,” she grinned toothily at the Pretty Lady. The detective gawped at the, albeit quite nice if a little irritating, Mean Person and then to the Pretty Lady.

His eyes filled with tears as he whispered, “wife?”

The Pretty Lady nodded, taking his hand and running her other through his hair; she pressed her lips to his knuckles, “yeah. I’m yours, Sherlock. Your Molly.”

Molly. He knew she had a pretty name. Molly Holmes. Sounded right. He pulled her close, letting his tears flow freely. His wife – WIFE – chucked happily, gently dabbing at his eyes, murmuring into his hair all the while how much she loved him. Sherlock looked up sharply, gesturing madly at the corner of the room.

“John! John, c’mere…”

Up until now, the Angry Man - John, John! Mustn’t forget that, he hated his nickname - had been standing in the corner with a camcorder, a stupid grin on his face. He sighed, stepping closer, the camera still very much focused on his friend’s face.

“What’s-“ Sherlock’s hand shot up and gripped his shirt collar, tugging him down to his level. Strangled, John managed to choke out, “-wrong?”

“John, listen,” the consulting detective spoke irritatingly slowly, dragging out every word in a loud whisper, “I need…I need you to go to the thingie, that place,” he waved his hand around vaguely, his eyes unfocused, “you know. Go there and, and cancel the engagement ring I ordered for the pretty lady. My Molly. Here,” he patted the behind of the woman he still had a very firm grip on.

John blinked at him, “what? You expect me to run around London chasing after a sodding engagement ring because you forgot you’d already given one?”

“Can you shut up?” Sherlock said hastily, looking up into Molly’s lovely eye and smiling widely, “not forgot, dear. Never forgot. I love you,” he mumbled, burying his head into her coat once again, sobbing silently; with his free hand, he waved John away, “no time. Go! Go!”

John stared incredulously at his friend but left the Hospital, scratching his head as he wondered where to begin; he figured he’d start with where he bought the first one. Nothing. Several hours (and many, many jewellers) later, he returned unsuccessful to Baker Street…only to be told by the infuriating detective he’d fallen asleep before completing the online transaction.

“Before you hit me,” the almost fully cured Sherlock Holmes stated as John took a furious step towards him, “Molly’s pregnant.”

Well, he wasn’t going to hit the excited prat after such an announcement. He’d give it a few days.


When I find my piece of mind, torture me. 💋