apartment sized

i wanna talk about that one story from ed where he said that harry got him that giant lego set and they spent all night putting it together like imagining the two of them just sitting around reading the instructions and putting this giant lego together is too adorable my heart can’t take it

the ideal ending to super mario odyssey would be if mario enters a mid-sized apartment — not dingy or anything, but not the nicest place, to be sure — and finds a copy of “Mario And Luigi: Paper Jam” on a coffee table. He stares at it for a moment, baffled; then, a sudden moment of realization. His eyes shoot up to a photograph on the wall that he had previously ignored. It’s John Leguizamo as Luigi.

The sound of a door closing behind him. Mario turns around to see a CGI recreation of Bob Hoskins, like Peter Cushing in the new Star Wars films. There’s a pregnant pause, neither of them knowing what to say, knowing how they can say anything.

Finally, cyber-Hoskins takes the plunge.

“Well, I’ll be damned.

It’s’a me. Mario.”

Ghost!Calum

Words: 6K

Warning: smut

Summary: Y/N and her mum move into a new home, which Y/N is dreading. Whilst painting her room she meet’s Calum who died a year ago and is obviously a ghost. You help him reconnect with his old best friends in which he thanks you in the best way a ghost could.

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Your mum drove up the long stony pathway, hearing the rocks crackle beneath the tyres. I let out another exaggerated sigh, looking dramatically out the window as a sad song played through my headphones. Me and my mum were once again moving away from our problems. In the past five year’s we’ve moved at least 12 times, from small flats to large houses. It all started when my dad cheated on my mum, I was only 10 and didn’t understand why we were moving from our happy family home to a cramped apartment that was the size of a shoe box. Now at the age of 19 I had gotten used to moving around and not unpacking my things. I had never had a stable job or education either, I tried but it was so hard moving around the place. 

“Cheer up Y/N” Mum said in her silky voice. I rolled my eye’s and focused on the tree leaves, the different colours of orange. I loved autumn it’s always been my favourite as it’s not to hot but it’s not to cold. It’s just right. We had been travelling through this forest for a couple of minutes. Up the long drive, it had gotten a lot darker and the colours of the leaves were a dark brown. I looked in front and there stood a large black castle/house. I furrowed my eye brows as my mum got out the car with her clanging key’s. There was a large gate with a chain holding it together, my mum placed the key in the lock and the chains fell from the gate. She pushed them back and placed a stop underneath them. The house itself was massive, probably bigger then anything we’ve ever had. It was dark and gloomy and could do with a paint job, or some colour. My mum came back into the car and put the key’s down into the cup holder. 

“So what do you think?” she said excitedly. 

“I like it, how long this time? A week? A month? or will we be moving tomorrow?” I mumbled sarcastically. 

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Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
—  Frida Kahlo to Marty McConnell by Marty McConnell

“Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited.
You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid.
Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between the houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic.
Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion…. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.”
(Frida Kahlo, Stay Gone)

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Marrakesh- backstage

“Oh,” you mumble, late one night in the comfort of the apartment’s queen-sized bed. You tuck in closer to Zen, breathing in his scent on his shirt before resting your lips on his neck. Zen blinks, slow and unsure, pulled from the edge of sleep.

“I get it now,” you say.

“Babe?” Zen whispers, instinctively tightening his arm around you, even in his groggy state. You exhale a quiet laugh against Zen’s skin, which causes him to squirm a bit.

“Are you trying to wake the beast?” Zen teases, voice husky from drowsiness. You look up at his face — at his disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes; at the smile on his lips, crooked, fond.

Soft, you think, basking in the tenderness with which he cradles you. And warm.

I want to stay.

“You’re ridiculous,” you reply, your grin lopsided to match his. He gives you a kiss on your forehead, and you nuzzle against the column of his throat. “I’m sorry I woke you up,” you apologize. “Go back to sleep.”

Zen hums his agreement, leaning his cheek against your hair. He is tired enough not to question you as his eyes close once more. You marvel at the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest for a little while longer before you, too, turn in for the night.


“Zen,” he hears you say, right before he drops off. “You’re my true route.”

It doesn’t make all that much sense to him, but he glows with happiness all the same.

Leaving is not enough. You must stay gone. Train your heart like a dog. Change the locks even on the house he’s never visited. You lucky, lucky girl. You have an apartment just your size. A bathtub full of tea. A heart the size of Arizona, but not nearly so arid. Don’t wish away your cracked past, your crooked toes, your problems are papier mache puppets you made or bought because the vendor at the market was so compelling you just had to have them. You had to have him. And you did. And now you pull down the bridge between your houses, you make him call before he visits, you take a lover for granted, you take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are magic. Make the first bottle you consume in this place a relic. Place it on whatever altar you fashion with a knife and five cranberries. Don’t lose too much weight. Stupid girls are always trying to disappear as revenge. And you are not stupid. You loved a man with more hands than a parade of beggars, and here you stand. Heart like a four-poster bed. Heart like a canvas. Heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street.
—  Frida Kahlo
Shaking (Lin x Reader)

Warning : nah?


Dedication : haha lin hugs @letsgiggletogether

Request: nope


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No editing, sorry guys. Literally JUST wrote this


(I shouldn’t be this late i have a big test tommorow oOpS)

It was roughly two in the morning when your fingers were rattling quickly against the cream colored counter. Your heart was aching, and eyes worn down with drowsy spirit and fresh salty tears. It was dark and felt too humid and packed in your moderately sized apartment kitchen that held only you and your heavy emotions.
The weak light lit up your twisted lips and fiddling hands. You screwed with the button of your tshirt.  You tugged at the hem of your pants. You did anything to distract yourself.

“We just couldn’t save her.”

You wanted to throw something. Throw it hard and watch it shatter and you could imagine your sister ‘tsking’ at that.

“What does that solve,  sunshine?” She would hum, pushing a lock of hair from your pink stained eyes. You wished she was there to do that. To tell you it would all be okay.
But that would really contradict the situation. Wouldn’t it?

You were on the ground, sunken down to a mere lump of whimpering sorrow. You felt it all on your shoulders, but felt too light to carry it. You were going to blow away to the wind.

“Y/n?” A groggy voice had grunted, it was barely audible but sounded from down the hall. You shoved your face into your palms, not daring to let your Lin see your twisted face,  bright with raw flooded tears.

He was in the doorway, looking down at the phone on the floor. You had crept out from the bedroom when you got the call, stood in the hallway talking to the melancholy doctor, and then your mother, and your poor niece. After them all, you had slammed down the cell and collapsed into the kitchen.

You couldn’t see it, but Lin’s hand was shaking madly.
You did, however, feel it. When he quickly crouched down and held up his fingers to your wrists.  He balanced on his ankles, and you discovered his strained expression when he pulled your hands away.

“Y/n?”

You breathed in deeply, it was more of a gulp than an inhale. At this he immeidetly leaned forward.

His arms looped around your sides, fingers firm on your stomach as he softly pushed you towards him from the small of your back. He let your form melt against his chest. He let you breath in the scent of him- coffee and a twinge of lemon gum. The usual.

He let your face plant itself in his chest, and he let himself curl his arms around you. Squeezing you gently. Softly.

He was always so soft. That was just who he was.

He sunk his legs down, letting you sit on them. Letting you cry.

His face sunk into your neck, and you felt his finger trace circles on your thin-fabric shirt.

You were one. Together. You both knew that. 

“She- she died.”

“H-honey who-”

“My sister. ”

He tightened his wrap around you, now lightly rocking you back and forth. This way and that.

“I-it was a car accident. She asked if I could go with her to mom’s this week so I could drive her around and be with our parents. Driving always made her naseous these days, she said. Oh god-”

You leaned back. Heart thumpering.

“It’s because of me Lin! It was me, I, I killed my sister I-” your voice was shrill and at this a panicked look flashed over Lin’s doe brown eyes.

“No no no no-” He cupped your face carefully.

“You know that’s not true, y/n. You never would have been able to make it with work. This is…in no way your fault. Please listen -”

Deep down, you knew he was right. But it still all hurt the same.

“You’re going to make it. You always do. You ALWAYS do, it’s astounding,  quite honestly. You make it so far and do so much each day. It’s inhuman and you’re doing fantastic. This is so hard, I know. God,  trust me. But I am here, just like I always have been. Just like I always will be. And even if I wasn’t,you’d still make it. That’s what you do. It’s the frequent pattern.  You amaze me.” He whispered,  and you shook.

“I love you.” You whispered, it was hardly audible. But he heard loud and clear, and gently leaned in, kissing you once with such precision and care you felt like the only person in the world who mattered.

You fall back into his chest, and he leans back, laying down on the kitchen tiles with you on his chest, lightly shaking. Hardly.

“I love you too”

Originally posted by cierrasuee

This is an offical pic of ONE (there are more appropriate/correct looking Moana’s that I have seen) of the “friends” playing Moana. Deep breath, okay listen Disney PARKS CASTING (AND NOT THE FILM STUDIO BECAUSE THESE ARE 2 DIFFERENT DEPARTMENTS RUN BY VERY DIFFERENT PEOPLE) department I know how you guys like to work. You like to get girls who can do more than 1 “Friend” that way you have a performer who is versatile and can pick up on hours and help out when need be I get that. But you are going to have to face that some characters (COUGH JASMINE, ALADDIN, AND NOW MOANA) are not apart of that “one size fits all rule” you seem to love so much. Moana is this color 

Meaning any and all “friends” of Moana should also surprise surprise be this color as well. You know how you wouldn’t get a girl who can play Belle to play Tiana? Well the same should go for Moana, Aladdin, and Jasmine. The girls playing Moana should not contrast their hair color like the girl in the image above to the point where she looks more like a Snow White instead of a polynesian Princess. Fix this mess and cast appropriately it’s not hard.

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Never being one to miss out on a theme, I wore this to go apartment hunting. Keep your fingers crossed for me! Bonus, I made a new cat friend at my current apartments.

the-duke-is-back  asked:

Am I the only one who feels like the new titan's jaw hinges back and shoots laser beams or something? That would be dope af TBH

Laser beams? Hell, that would be awesome. Maybe it would be ridiculous but that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t like it. I’m going to talk about that in a little bit, but before that, some thoughts on the way Titan powers are oriented for combat:

So far, all of the Titans that we’ve seen seem to rely on close combat (Meele). The exceptions are the Founding Titan which can act as Support by controlling mindless Titans or potentially Shifters. The Beast Titan also seems to be incredibly skilled in hand-to-hand combat and possess enormous physical strength. Of course, Zeke utilized this by using rocks as projectiles, but technically there shouldn’t be any limitations on the other Titans preventing them from doing just the same, apart from weight and size of given projectile maybe.

Annie was incredibly skilled and the fact that she was a meter shorter than Eren proved to be no disadvantage whatsoever. Frieda, on the other hand, being 13m and inexperienced with her abilities prove to be no match for Grisha, who probably had limited time to master his abilities considering his disguise, but the Attack Titan seems to be incredibly powerful, considering Kruger was able to lift the entire steamboat, Grisha could break through the ground and destroy the Reiss Chapel, while Eren carried a boulder which Mikasa stated would be impossible if those were human sizes they were talking about.

However, I noticed something else with Galliard’s Titan (Jaws only seems to be a nickname for now). When I first saw it, the jaw reminded me of the Armored Titan which is why I initially thought that Galliard had eaten Reiner and taken his power… before I was informed of being wrong that is. Galliard also seems to have skin on his body unlike the other Titans… but his fingers don’t. I’m not quite sure if those are hardened plates or not, but they don’t look like the “Titan Knuckles” that Eren made in his second battle against Reiner. My guess is they have another purpose.

The Marley General also stated that both Galliard and Pieck are very fast. We can kind of see it considering how quick Galliard destroyed the bunker.

Going back to Titan sizes, I somehow doubt that Galliard is 15m. Maybe 14m or 13m, but his agility is definitely worth nothing. However, despite his display of power here, my guess is that jaw possesses a similar function to the way Annie ripped her mouth apart to eat Eren after defeating him the first time. Galliard, with that kind of jaw, probably also possesses a similar ability, but a lot stronger.

To finally answer your question, I believe Galliard’s Titan has another ability: Shooting Natural Projectiles. Not using rocks or other Titans (Reiner was pretty smart though), but generating them from his own body. A laser beam would actually be really interesting.. or at least a form of it. Energy is released when transforming into a Titan (also Lightning in the anime), so if a Titan could shoot and utilize that energy as an offensive range weapon, that would be amazing. If not, what about bone fragments? Hardened skin which is instantly propelled out of the body in the desired direction is also possible.

So far, I really like Galliard’s Titan despite how little we’ve seen of him. I’m also interested to know if the “Jaw Titan” is his actual name, as “Jaws” only seems to be a nickname given by Marley. Of course, I would be fine either way, but I’m not taking anything for final until it’s proved to be final.

Seeing this type of long-range offensive Titan would be amazing. Don’t get me wrong, I love Titan vs. Titan but this would surely make a difference, and a good one at that!