Unknown Number: [text] Good day your highness, this is Obi-Wan Kenobi. I would like to inform you that I have a new number, m’lady. Satine: All right, thank you for letting me know! Obi-Wan: Yes and also I am greatly interested in knowing how you are faring on this day my dear sweet Mandalorian flower. Satine: What? Obi-Wan: Mayhaps we could talk at length about the many times we’ve spent together and the reasons why we chose to part. Satine: Obi-Wan, this is strange. Are you all right? Obi-Wan: I am most well my dearest Duchess just wishing to reminisce about days long gone! 💐
Satine: Obi, I think I’d better go. Maybe you should rest?
[Obi-Wan Kenobi has sent an image.]
Satine: What is this? Obi-Wan: It is a picture of me on my last mission, where my hair was the color of a beautiful Mandalorian sunset much like the many we saw together all those years ago. Obi-Wan: You know I have heard that one of the other Jedi I know may be married in secret! Perhaps there is hope for us yet, my darling, and we could go on double dates and travel the universe together with them! Satine: Obi, can you please call me? I am worried about you. Obi-Wan: Alas I cannot for I am in a mission briefing, my dear one! I must speak with you another time. Satine: Are you absolutely sure you are all right? Obi-Wan: Most certain, though I will be in agony until I can see your face. Surely you have only grown more beautiful, for a Duchess. Satine: What does that mean?! Obi-Wan: I must go now, away to save the universe with my brave and handsome friend Anakin Skywalker The Chosen One, while my very soul remains in Mandalore! 🌹
Obi-Wan: Anakin, please pay attention to what Master Windu is saying. I can see you typing on your phone from here. Anakin: sorry master Obi-Wan: Who are you even talking to right now? Anakin: no one master sorry ill pay attention
I imagine Lance's mom to be this short Cuban lady with big and poofy hair who doesn't take shit from anybody. I want her to be this angry little lady who will whack you with a wooden spoon if you fuck up. I want to see her hugging her impossibly tall son. I want to see her making her kids their favorite foods when they're down. I imagine that Lance got a lot of his personality from her. I want Lance's mom to be this short Cuban lady who is fierce and kind and just bad ass all around.
DNATP! stands for DO NOT ANSWER THE PHONE! it’s my first comic on Tumblr based on five nights at freddy’s starting from the creation of the first game. you can check it out here—> http://ask-freddyfazbearspizza.tumblr.com/
I find it hella easy to argue about,,,,anything really. And Noctis is the most emotionally charged,,,and I also love him but this would always bother me in scenarios and headcanons and stuff because I feel like this concept is so blatantly ignored,,,,let’s get it!
You always felt second best in your life. Second best in sports, school, arts, etc. You were the second child in your family. A second thought to literally anything. “I asked so and so and they didn’t want to go, do you?” Second. Second. Second. Being first was your goal. It couldn’t have been a crime to want to come first for once.
Joke is on you then. You couldn’t even be first in your own, piece of shit ‘relationship’.
You were ‘dating’ the Crown Prince. At least, that was what he called it. You? You called it Noctis beating around the fucking bush and not making a choice. You didn’t really understand who’s feelings he was thinking to spare. He was only making you mad and stringing on two different girls at the same time. So, when Noctis was finally free, you invited him over to your house for an adult discussion.
Noctis showed up in all his lazy splendor, ten minutes late and looking like he’d just woken up from a long nap. “You wanted to see me Y/N?” “Ten minutes ago, yes.” Admittedly, that was not the best way to start the conversation, but you were fed up and there was no way to approach this calmly anymore.”O-kay?”
He was so oblivious it hurt. You were starting to question if he even understood who he was supposedly dating enough.
“Noctis, what are we?” When Noctis’ eyebrows furrowed, you elaborated tersely, “Us. This so called ‘relationship’ we have. The one where I’m just supposed to ignore that I’m walking around - excuse me, sneaking around -with an engaged man.” You could see Noctis’ eyes widen, not expecting such a violent outburst from you. That was mildly fair considering that you hadn’t bothered to tell him anything about this before came over, but you didn’t care about fair. If he cared anything about whatever this was supposed to be - he would be bothered as much as you. He should be. Any normal human being would have a problem with how this was shaping up. Noctis ignored it as much as possible. Anytime you brought it up, it was dismissed.
Thinking about it now, you don’t know what in your mind convinced you that it was okay to let him just shirk away from the conversation that should have happened on Day One. Was it because you’d had too much faith in him from the beginning? Were you too caught up in new romance that you’d let it go? Perhaps even both? It didn’t matter.
What mattered was that Noctis seemed unable to give you even a bullshit answer. Your words hung in the air still, heavy, seeming to loop in the silence over and over again. Before you could open your mouth to get really angry, Noctis finally seemed to find words. “You know it’s not that easy.” “Are you serious? Are you actually fucking kidding me right now?! It is that easy Noctis! You just don’t want to face the reality that you might not even like me as much as you think you do! Hm? Is that what it is? You don’t want to hurt me so you string me along?” “Okay - now you’re putting words in my mouth-” “Someone has to since you’re too stupid to say anything more intelligent than a single sentence!”
Your chest was heaving, breath quick and short from the amount of shouting that you were doing. At the very least, Noctis looked awake now - aware of the situation that was spiraling into disarray with the more words he left unsaid. “Could you stop being unreasonable for just a moment and let me speak?! I mean it’s not like you gave me time to think before you just hurtle your own insecurity at me!” “You shouldn’t have to think if you actually care. This shouldn’t be bothering only me!” “I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO WORRY ABOUT!”
And then there was silence. He’d said all he needed to say, at least for you. “Fine. I guess I know where we stand then.” Your lips pursed, biting back the rage that was pooling in the bottom of your stomach and burning like hellfire. “You made your choice. Get the fuck out.” “That- that isn’t what I meant to say.” “Noctis Lucis Caelum, you have ten goddamn seconds to get the fuck out of my house or I swear to the gods I will throw you out. Leave.” Noctis seemed to reach for you, though he thought better of it when you glared and recoiled violently. It was clear that you had very seriously considered hitting him.
Another thing was clear as he left, shutting the door with way more force than necessary and almost prompting you to open the door and throw something at him-
Whatever bullshit you had going on with Noctis was done.
it's 8:49 nd i'm dying at uni but i'm thinking about joon being cute also about bea's face when she was talking about him and at one point thought about all force one and her expression changed to one of complete admiration
ppffFFFFFFFF EVEN IF YOU’D HIT THAT ANON OPTION AND LET MY EFFING NAME OUT OF IT IT’D BE CRYSTAL CLEAR WHO IT IS hello my sweetest dude my bromeo i hope you’ll be able to power-nap in between classes or properly later and that guk follows you into your dreams and next time i won’t stop gushing abt his bunny teeth for 15mins (also we do not talk abt my facial pudding when it comes to kim namjoon or bts in general or YOU /pokes cheek)
have a good one slay them with your grin reaper looks anja!!!!!!
that’s me laughing abt bashful you bC I TOLD YOU TO SLEEP
this is me ripping the ninth cup of coffee from your trembling fINGERS STOP
this is me pretending to know what a healthy sleep schedule is and telling u abt it my dude
and this is my attempt to bring you home when you pASS OUT BC OF NO SLEEP
this is me smashing myself on top of you bc i haven’t slept either hAH
but srsly rest lots when you’re back home look you’re chim i’m taeguk and next time you better listen to good ol’ bea’s shark bedtime stories and go to bed my love >:^(
If you want to cry, I suggest you look at IMB’s casting list for the Netflix Death Note Movie.
you know, the story of how (white) Light Turner find a Death Note and the Green Goblin comes to explain to him the rules of a Deah Note, eventually he’ll meet (white) Mia Sutton, his love interest, but not before meeting, apparently, some “Homecoming king” in the obvious American High School.
But don’t worry if you look for your Asian Cast, The Nightclub ladies are all Asiatic so Netflix is #Diverse. Also Watari is Japanese, Netflix cares about its diversity, just as the fact the only black man of the cast plays L, so it’s not #whitewashing
By the way if you see the likes of Matsuda, Aizawa, Ray Palmer, or Naomi Misora in the list, you warn me, you know, since they don’t seem to be involved in the project either, it’s obvious Homecoming King is a more important trouble to face.
On a better note tho, today @ the hospital I have this 95 yr old lady in my ward and she never gets any visitors bc she doesn’t have anymore close family and her kids lve far away, right? So i’m filing papers on my ward par usual when a nurse asks me to take her to the dining area because she was crying in her room. I’m a really big sap for that stuff so ofc i agree right away and I go see her. Eventually she and I make our way to the dining area by a huge glass window and I was like ‘would you like company?’ and she agreed. So i sat beside this lady and she takes my hand and we’re just holding hands and talking, and it’s p nice. Then she starts thanking me for doing this, for taking her out of her room and sitting with her, and she starts crying again and yo i’m like inches from tears but holding back. So she says I’m one of the nicest people for doing this, and then just goes back to holding hands w me. She eventually falls asleep by the window and then i start crying bc she was so thankful for such a small thing and I felt so bad.
Headcanon 1: Dean doesn't go to ANY of his kids events. I.e. performances, art shows, etc. he says he's "busy". all he does is go to parent/teacher conferences and then shit talk the kid in question once he's at home. Headcanon 2: Dean sometimes forgets the names of the kids he fosters. Its why he calls them all "son" and "young lady". As in "you go to your room son/young lady". Headcanon 3: he has a very bigoted face book page in which he defends his cousin Donald frump. Get reddy I got a lot
why did you make me so sad these are all sad DEAN DOESNT GO TO ANYTHING?? OR KNOW THEIR NAMES LIKE.. thats sadd-
and shit poor joey can’t even read his messages I’m sure mitch would let him reread them on his phone tho it’d be okay
Re: Dead Ladies Club, do you think this is a case of GRRM attempting a critique of sexism and handling it badly (like quite a bit of material in Angel), or it's just a plain old blind spot on his part?
The latter. I don’t see any attempt at critique here, though I’d be interested in hearing arguments to that end.