be careful everybody!!!!

Ok since Godzilla is feeding from the Earth’s core’s radiations (so he doesn’t need to pray on living animals except maybe mutos n shit) AND that he uses echolocation wich means he is an acoustic creature, he can take free time to take care and communicate with other creatures right? LIKE WHALES MAYBE? Imagine humpback whales rubbing on his skin, orcas bow riding in front of him, or Godzilla diving with sperm whales and Cuvier’s beaked whales, or, my favorite, putting back big stranded whales in the water. Why not?

Sorry for the spam y'alls but I’d like to point out before I go to bed that one guy dies in London from terror attack in London and the western world LOSES ITS SHIT but 70+ people are murdered in Syria by a gas attack and I don’t even see it cross my dash

Even if you can’t help Syria at least care enough to remind everybody you know that every one of those lives is worth as much as the lives of civilians in London or France

And perhaps donate to those who are able to bring aid

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everyone lives AU:Akatsuki - The Last】extra concept sketches
✯ full Akatsuki designs here 

Most designs are inspired by past outfits or early character sketches by Kishi (for example, Obito and Konan, respectively). 

so i never really trust anyone around me. because one second you’d feel like they’re the one who cares the most about you, then the other second you felt like nothing to them.

and even i feel so distant to my family. they ignored me too much, and now when they try to get closer, i push them away. i sealed myself from the outside world.

i’ve always feel so lonely. so empty. i dont let people see what’s behind these walls, but i want to see someone trying,

i want someone who is willing to fight for me

someone who spends their time wondering am i doing fine

someone who will be there to listen to my 3am thoughts

someone who would always check up on me

someone who’d tell me how much i meant to them, that the more i hold my shield, the more they will try to see what’s behind it


i want to see someone giving all their effort for me. don’t give up on me. i just want to feel the feeling of being wanted.

—  via (born-in-badlands)
an important summary
  • Yen Sid: so this is the thing you two need to do in order to pass this exam and become masters
  • Riku: *does the thing*
  • Sora: *doesn't do the thing*
  • Yen Sid: Riku you pass, Sora you fail
  • Sora: aight cool ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • fandom: WHAT WHY DID SORA FAIL?? THAT MAKES ZERO SENSE?? THERE WAS NO LEGIT REASON?? PLOT HOLE??
  • Yen Sid: also I'm going to spell it out again here in 0.2 and remind you that you failed because you didn't get the ability that I specifically said you needed in order to pass. plus you lost all your powers and are no longer at the master level anyway, and you were nearly overcome by darkness which is another thing that tends to screw one's chance at passing, so I'm sure I don't need to explain again why you can't have the master title, right
  • Sora: aight cool ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
  • fandom: PLOT HOLE!!

@alessandriana wrote me Shiro h/c fic, guys. Keith tries to take care of Shiro post-castle takeover, and Shiro falls asleep on him. A++, Keith. You did good, buddy.

piling sandbags on parapets by alessandriana (ao3)

“It’s really not that bad,” Shiro said.

Keith shot him a look of raging disbelief. “Pidge said you got tortured.”

(Episode tag for Fall of the Castle of Lions/Tears of the Balmera.)

bad | 01

 he was the cliché bad boy. he was the guy you couldn’t stand. he was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. he was a brat. you had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

Originally posted by thesoshisone


TITLE: bad | 01

MEMBER: jeon jungkook x reader

GENRE: romance, smutish, fluff

WORDS: 2 506

WARNINGS: badboy!jungkook, cussing, mature

01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07coming soon

A/N: if people like this, I’ll make another part. it won’t be a long series, though. this will probably be cliché af. but please, pretty pretty pretty please tell me what you think. THANKS.

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Me: And it’s just..idk. I feel like a lot of people see that Junhui can be witty or they see that he fits a lot of beauty standards and they just sort of forget that he’s an extremely kind and thoughtful guy, y’know? A lot of people recognize how mischievous he is but I feel like not a lot of people give him credit for also being a really soft and genuine man who cares about everybody - not just his friends.

The cashier at the Supermarket who only asked me if I wanted a bag or not: ?????? Who’s Junhui?????

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Mike blinks once, startled, and then bursts out laughing. “Me?!” he says, and shakes his head as Chuck gives him a slightly hurt look. “Chuckles, come on. I’m a cadet, what am I gonna do in a lab?”

“That’s what I’m trying to tell you,” Chuck persists. “It’s a program–a cyborg enhancement program. Uh…a super-soldier. Program.”

Or: the story of how Mike became more than human, and then less, and then found a happy medium somewhere new.

((always love collab-fic with @rollerskatinglizard. :D  HERE’S SOME CYBORGS Y’ALL))  (Coupla bros bein’ bots)) ((Coupla bots bein’ dude))

“All lives” didn’t matter until black lives did.
MRA didn’t exist until women’s rights started to.
“Straight pride” wasn’t a thing until gay pride was.

What I’m saying is that these movements are simply responses to black lives matter, feminism and LGBT+ movements designed to silence us. Don’t mistake their masked bigotry for genuinely caring about everybody.

NurseyWeek Prompt #3 - Challenge.


“Oh, it is fucking on, bros,” Lardo shouts over the incessant thumping of the bass. “You two are going to get obliterated.” She points an emphatic finger at Ransom and Holster, who stand shoulder to shoulder on the other side of the beer pong table. Holster cups his hand over his chin, rubbing it thoughtfully, and side-eyes Ransom.

“She shouldn’t be able to say words like ‘obliterated’ three cups of tub juice in,” he says. Ransom is just beginning to nod in agreement when he’s beaned smack in the middle of his forehead with a ping pong ball. Holster gets hit in the same spot half a second later, sending both of them reeling back, spluttering.

“You know, I figured four years was enough time for the two of you to learn not to underestimate my abilities,” Lardo says, tossing another ping pong ball up in the air. She cocks an eyebrow and catches the ball, meeting their gazes. “My mistake. Clearly, you need another lesson.”

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