but not me exactly for once

one headcanon that just won’t leave me is that holster loves abba

it’s a low-key love, like he doesn’t talk about it too much or anything. but once, after hearing dancing queen at the club samwell students haunt, ransom told him he thought abba was a cliche euro-band with nothing special about it. now holster, especially drunk holster, will serenade ransom whenever the mood strikes 

at haus parties? he makes sure s.o.s. is on the playlist for the drunkest part of the night so he can shake ransom by the shoulders and sing it in his face

brushing his teeth while ransom is in the shower? warbling, florid rendition of fernando while ransom is a captive audience 

early morning skating while the rest of the team filters in? lay all your love on me between huffs of breath as he puts up some jazz hands and skates circles around ransom who is just trying to set up cones on the ice, thanks for helping adam 

while ransom is stressing out, hunched over an orgo book? a somber, hushed chiquitita with a hand on ransom’s shoulder before he gets down on one knee and starts belting until ransom finally cracks a smile

his favorite song, possibly of all time, is take a chance on me. sorry nicki.

halloweek; day four

It Felt Like You

Clarke pines for her best friend. Bellamy kisses a stranger at a party. The two things are not entirely unrelated.

based on prompt: ‘we’re in costume and i know exactly who you are but pretend i don’t so i have an excuse to make out with you just once.’ for anonymous

written by: Lexi / @goldenheadfreckledheart
edit by: M / @ahmren
word count: 4295

“Remind me why you’re not going, again?” Bellamy groans, head tipping back over the arm of Clarke’s sofa.

She walks past him on her way to the kitchen and flicks a finger softly against the crease above his brow. He scowls halfheartedly at her, but doesn’t move from his position on the couch.

She does not, notably, run a hand through his hair where it’s fallen back from his forehead. Doesn’t even want to. She definitely doesn’t have to deny that compulsion.

“I told you,” she says. “The hospital’s doing Halloween a day early this year so that on actual Halloween people with actual lives,” she gestures grandly to herself and Bellamy scoffs, earning himself another flick, “can hang out with their actual friends.”

He does perk up a little at that. “We’re still marathoning old scary movies, right?”

She grins. “Absolutely.” It’s their best tradition, as far as she’s concerned. Which is completely unrelated to the fact that it gives her an excuse to snuggle up next to him under the pretense of fear.

“It would be a lot easier to be upset with you if you didn’t have such a noble reason,” Bellamy concedes after a moment, looking up at her from the couch, his eyes rolled comically high toward his brow to look at her.

“It’s almost like I went into pediatrics just to spite you.”

“That’s what I’m saying, yeah.”

“Hey, you’re the one who agreed to Raven’s party, not me.”

“I figured you’d be going!” he says, finally sitting up to more properly pout at her. “I wouldn’t have agreed to go to a party alone.”

“Alone,” she deadpans. “At a party with all of our friends.”

“You know what I mean,” he says offhandedly. “You won’t be there.”

A reflexive twitch runs down her fingertips.

She does know what he means, and it makes her heart ache and soar simultaneously. They are, for lack of a better term, each other’s person. And though they do have the same group of friends, it’s also true that, when that group gets divided up, it’s rare that it’s not her and Bellamy wandering through museum alcoves, exploring the furthest shelves in the back of a dim bookstore far past the time they were supposed to rendezvous with the group. They’re inseparable. He’s her best friend.

She’s also in love with him, which is definitely only a perk in rom coms, as she’s come to realized over the last couple years. Because though the fluffy movies get the underlying feeling of bubbly warmth right, they don’t tend to cover the part where the best friend doesn’t feel the same way.

Which isn’t to say that she’s just hanging around Bellamy because she likes the pain of it. His friendship is her most valuable possession, and she knows he loves her, in some sense of the word.

She knows this because he’s Bellamy and everything he does for the people he cares about drips with affection. But she knows it more specifically because of one night in particular.

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My Hero

The last thing I remembered was the world tilting sideways, then nothing.

Which is why I was surprised when my eyes reopened and I was looking into a pair of gorgeous blue ones.

“There you are. You alright, love?” The blue eyes asked, the voice was calm and friendly, sounded lovely to my ears. I blinked once, before registering the fact that above his head was the sky, and once glancing around, I realized I could see the top of the buildings.

“Am I on the ground?” I said the words as I thought them, trying to figure out what exactly was going on.

“Well you’re talking, that’s a good sign I guess. Can you sit up?” Wiggling my fingers and toes, I test all my limbs. Sensing that they’re still working, I nod slowly, and the blue eyes eased me up into a sitting position. I was very aware of the warm arm around my shoulders, and then the solid ground under me. Looking around, I see the the park I had been walking through, still as empty as it was before.


I meet the blue eyes again, seeing the worry and concern in them. I also see the attractive face they belong too, his lips turned down slightly in a frown, creases forming between his eyebrows as they come down in a furrow, his hair blowing in the soft wind.

Realizing he was waiting for me to answer a question I clearly hadn’t heard, I wet my lips quickly before speaking.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” My voice is soft, shaking slightly.

“I asked what your name was.”

“Oh, it’s Y/N.”

“Hello, Y/N. I’m Joe.” Joe. How the hell did I end up on the ground next to him?

Apparently, my mind and my mouth were communicating without me knowing, because the words were spoken aloud.

“I was hoping you would be able to answer that, actually.”

“Sorry, didn’t realize I had said that out loud.” My eyes fell on a bench not far from where we were sitting, and Joe follows me gaze before looking back at me.

“Want to see if we can make it there? Might be a little more comfortable than the path.” Once I nod, he stands and holds out his hands, tugging me off the ground and into a standing position. I stumble for a moment, but his arms remain steady around me.

“You good?” Joe asks, his voice close to my ear.

“Uhm, I think so.” I reply after a moment, taking a half step back, but his arms remain around me.

“Come on, one step at a time.” Thankfully, after the first step I feel fairly stable, and we make it to the bench in no time. Our knees are touching, that’s how close we’re sitting, I’m very aware of it.

Taking a deep breath, I run my hands down the front of my pants, trying to wrap my head around what’s happened.

“So,” I start, turning my head to meet his stare. “What happened?”

He chuckles, and runs his hand through his hair, my eyes following the movement. “I’m, well, I’m not entirely sure. I was walking through the park, heading home, when I saw you. One moment, you were walking, the next, you were heading for the ground.” That concerned look is back in his eyes. “I ran to catch you, didn’t want you hitting your head. I tried waking you, but you were out for a minute or so.” He finishes.

“Oh.” Is all I can manage. I turn to look at the grassy hills in front of us, trying to remember what exactly happened. We’re both silent, listening to the faint sounds of traffic and the wind in the trees.

“I was walking…that I remember. Then just suddenly…suddenly the world was turning sideways. I don’t know why, or how, but it just happened. All I remember after that is opening my eyes and seeing…” I look at his eyes once again. “You.”

“Well, I am sure glad I took a short cut today.”

“Me too.” I smile at him. “Sorry for fainting.” He shrugs his shoulders.

“It’s no problem, always wanted to be a hero.” His lips lift in half a smile. “How do you feel now?”

“Fine, honestly.” Joe gives me a pointed look. “No, really! I have no idea what happened, but I feel perfectly fine now.” He still looks doubtful, but nods slowly.

“Alright.” He stands up and turns to face me, holding a hand out to me. “I’m at least walking you home, need to make sure you don’t faint again.” His smile is kind and honest, and I find myself reaching up to take his hand in mine, allowing him to pull me into a standing position again.

“Seems like a fair deal.” I point him in the direction of my place, and we start walking, our fingers lacing together.

“And of course, I’ll need your number so I can call you later to check on you.”

“Oh, of course.” I reply, mocking seriousness, which soon turns into giggles as Joe attempts to pull a serious face as well.

Our laughter turns into chatter as we continue to walk along, learning things about each other.

And the next day I came down with a horrible head cold, which may have explained the fainting in the park. Joe laughed for a good while when I told him, but then he brought me chicken noodle soup, claiming he needed to be my hero one more time, this time against the mighty villain known as a common cold.


“When my brother was a kid - he was afraid of so many things: the dark, heights, crowds of monsters. He was afraid of everything, you know? Disgusted to admit it myself, but I was very ashamed of it then, I tried to avoid him. But once I realized that he will always be so. I just realized that my Jared did not like the others - I think, actually, that’s what scared him. And now he is afraid he will never tell you about it, exactly as he doesn’t tell me. I think he knows that I am not ashamed of it anymore, I think he knows that I will be there and will always be able to protect him from any monsters … I love him.”- SHANNON LETO about JARED LETO

“The entire time that I was gone, I could never completely trust someone. And when that goes on for so long, you stop seeing people for people – you see threats, or targets. And when I decided to come home, I just didn’t know how to turn that part of me off.”

For Carmen, joining the Hearts was equivalent to once more becoming a member of society after a difficult and prolonged absence from it. Akin to a veteran readjusting to civilian life, she initially struggled with quite basic things – least of which included how to exist like a regular goddamn human being. She always slept with one eye open. She kept few possessions, not being used to owning actual things, or having a place to store the things that she owned. Sometimes, she had no idea how how to approach her own personhood, let alone how to approach the personhood of others. It was a lot like PTSD.

At first, training was less about learning how to throw a punch or land a kick, and more about re-learning how to be and socialise in such a manner that interacting properly with her trainers was even possible. And while incredibly frustrating, what the young brunette hated the most was how useless it made her feel – as if her father had been right all along, that she really was worth nothing, and that her life would never amount to anything at all. But she pushed through, she perservered, and eventually things began to change.

She made friends. She grew to excel at combat, not only because of technical skill – but because she held within her an inherent drive toward survival that meant she was willing to fight like hell in order to live. And the more she progressed, the more she took pride in what she had accomplished; and the more she overcame, the more she grew to love herself not only for who she was turning into, but for who she had always been.

Someone who fights like hell in order to live.

anonymous asked:

How many sigils can you use at once?

There’s not really a limit. There are two things to be careful about though. First, that you don’t wear yourself out if you’re using your own energy to charge them. Second, that if you have a lot of sigils with lots of differing intents, there is a possibility they may get in each others’ way. For example a sigil to go unnoticed might get in the way of a sigil to get you a promotion at work. You never know exactly how a sigil will bring about its intent, and having lots of sigil going at once increases the chance they may interfere with each other.


What if she just wanted Ariel to achieve her dreams, so she raised the stakes? If you remove the line about adding Ariel to her “little garden”, the tone can change dramatically. 

Ursula is someone who was wronged by Triton in some way, so of course she’s sympathetic to his rebellious daughter’s desires. Your dad make you mad? Well, he isn’t exactly my favorite fish either kiddo.  (He’s got a terrible racism problem obviously. You can’t tell me “fish-eater” isn’t some mer slur for humans)

She wanted Ariel to be happy on land, but was worried she’d back down once the guilt set in. So, she raised the stakes. You got 3 days and you must kiss each other in true love. She won’t waste magic on some teenager who won’t commit. 

Then, when things aren’t going fast enough for Ariel, Ursula gets nervous. What’s the best motivator? Jealousy. She turns herself into a beautiful woman to light a fire under Ariel’s butt. 

Heeyyy look at meeeee~ I’m engaged to your maaaan~ Oooh we’re getting married noooow! Oh??? I’m just going to LOUDLY ANNOUNCE MY EVIL PLAN VIA SONG WHERE I KNOW YOUR NOSY SEAGULL FRIEND CAN HEAR

Tragically, Ursula takes it one step too far and gets impaled on a ship (fitting)

Can’t blame her. How often do you have the opportunity to turn yourself into a giant sea monster? I wonder how long she’d been sitting on that spell.

anonymous asked:

I hate men . They are all dirty and disgusting. I hate it when they touch me. I feel as if all they want is my body. Any advice to help me out?

im exactly the same way. it’s a trauma thing. but once i get to know a guy personally, they usually prove to me that they’re not like that. always keep your guard up, but give people a chance and they won’t let you down if they’re worth your time.


MY LAST DAY HAVING TO SUFFER THE PRESENCE OF THE MANIACAL PHD (who hasn’t cut me any slack in the last weeks, I tell you) 

MY LAST DAY HAVING TO SUFFER THE SUPERVISOR FROM HELL (to be fair she’s been a lot easier to deal with once I’ve told her I was not exactly a child anymore and could work perfectly well on my own thank you)(but still she has done some shit stuff since)






(trying to cheer myself up here by thinking of Napoli next week because even if it’s the last day that doesn’t make it easier to go hahahaha) 

Before the influx of asks spam my inbox, yes this is my handwriting and yes those planets are drawn by me, and most importantly, here’s how its done!

1. I use an Apple Pencil, which is only compatible with the iPad Pro

2. The app i use is called GoodNotes

3. Once written, i export the file as a pdf to google drive and print it out! TADA

& yes, it is exactly like writing on paper except there is less friction


CS AU [Part 3/3]: When Emma and Killian came back from the past, instead of Elsa coming to Storybrooke, Graham never died. The whole town thinks that Emma and Graham have been in a relationship ever since Emma came to Storybrooke two years ago.

Emma seeks Rumpelstiltskin for advice, but it is not the news that she had hoped for. Graham wants to help Emma, but can’t figure out why she is pulling away from him, and Killian is starting to get jealous of Emma’s newfound relationship with Graham.

Emma becomes so overwhelmed with her feelings for Killian and her marriage to Graham that she looks for help from Regina and advice from Mary Margaret. In the end, she has to follow her heart.

[Part 1] [Part 2]

Would you see me differently?
And would that be such a bad thing
I wonder what it would be like
If I told you


                                    are you the  b r u t a l  h e a r t  that i’ve been looking for
                                  cause if you’re looking for love, you can look for that door

He Went Ahead

My friends and I used to break into old, run-down places and explore. This was back before people were videotaping their own explorations and getting ad-revenue from their YouTube channels. Back before cell phones, even. We’d go wherever we wanted without much concern for the consequences if we were caught. All of us were still under 18 and Kim’s mom was a police officer, so even if we did get in a little trouble, we were fairly confident it’d be taken care of.

Michael was the one who usually made the decisions about where we should go. He suggested we check out an abandoned institution about an hour out of town. A few weeks earlier, after he got out of work, he told me he made a quick trip over there just to see if he could get in. Once he did, he only spent a couple minutes walking around before he got the creeps. Still, he knew it was exactly the type of place we’d always talked about wanting to explore.

It’d been defunct for a few decades by the time we knew about it, and every door was locked and the windows had been boarded up. Well, every window on the first couple floors. A tree, which was probably only a few feet tall when the crews went around locking the place up, had grown tremendously in the following tens of years. It was nearly effortless for the four of us to scale the branches and crawl through the window Michael had broken when he’d done his cursory scouting of the place. A couple minutes later, we were standing in a filthy, dust-coated file room.

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That almost kiss and the moment I lost my damn mind.

So I’ve been staring at this gifset for most of the morning and I just need to expel some feelings at you right quick. 

This scene. This fucking scene, you guys. I literally was just gasping and holding my arms in the air like some sort of fucking lunatic. Which, lbh, is exactly what these two losers have turned me into. 

So we have Daniel drop a bomb, and introduce the idea that it’s perceived that he is in love with Peggy. Note that he never denies it, never brushes it off. Just tells Peggy that is why Violet dumped him. 

And Peggy doesn’t laugh or brush it off either. Instead she gives him this look, one of understanding and complete compassion, and then takes his hand.


Daniel, for his part, again, doesn’t deny Violet’s accusation. But he does look a bit embarrassed, embarrassed that once again his heart is on his sleeve for this woman. Once again, he’s lost to her. And he expects her to rebuff his feelings again. I mean, how could she trade in a red, white and blue shield for aluminum crutch after all? 

(brb, sobbing forever)

But he also can’t seem to stop himself from turning his hand over and holding her hand. Even if it’s just for a minute. 


And he’s looking at their joined hands, and he just sorts of sighs in defeat before he looks up at her, resignation in his eyes as he probably expects to see her looking at him with pity or something. And his eyes start to flick back down, when something about her catches his eye and draws his attention back. He sees something that causes him to look, really look, at Peg.


Spoiler alert: it ain’t pity or strictly platonic feelings he sees, y’all.

I mean, look at this shit: 


Now Daniel is probably one of the few people that can probably claim to know Peggy Carter, to really get her. He always has been extremely intuitive when it comes to her. And when he sees her looking at him like this, looking at him like she understand EXACTLY what he’s feeling, because maybe she feels it too, everything about him changes.


To steal his own turn of phrase from S1: Daniel goes all soft. 

And hope springs.

It springs HOT.

I mean, Daniel isn’t afraid to put himself out there, but even the brave can only take so much. After the finale last season, he has diligently worked to lock it up when it comes to Peggy, assuming his feelings are one sided. He respects her supposed choice and doesn’t push again. But here. HERE. He sees that look in her eyes and it’s just OH FUCK WAIT WAS I WRONG? DOES SHE MAYBE FEEL THE SAME WAY? OHGODGOHGODOHGOD. And then he’s just like FUCK IT and goes for it, moves his mouth towards her mouth, which happily is moving to meet him halfway AS THEY STILL HOLD HANDS, and then



Just fuck me up. 

I have found that sometimes (often) this is how God works in us: He cuts away the things we hold dear so that we will hold Him dearer. I imagine Him almost wincing as He does this, maybe - knowing how painful it is for us. Maybe that isn’t accurate at all but it helps me to think of it that way. Like in old war movies or westerns, where one character has to dramatically yank something out of someone’s leg to save them. It’s not like that character is exactly joyful about the task, but he is usually pretty calm and just does what he has to do. Of course the hurt guy is yelling at him and won’t sit still and makes it way harder than it should be - but afterwards, once he’s been bandaged up and had some good rest - he’s okay again. In time, he’ll walk and fight again.

That’s the thing with this pain - it’s the good kind of pain and He knows what He is doing, but it will hurt, maybe like no other hurt before. The healing process won’t be overnight. He will be there every step of the way but He knows we may not see that at first. He knows we’ll resist and writhe and scream at Him while He steadily works, but at some point the pain will subside and we will get a glimpse of Him. 

We’ll see the caring and kind and trustworthy face of the One who truly, deeply loves us. He loves us enough to put us through this healthy pain, rather than leave us where we are. We will trust that He’s done this before. We will see how much He loves us and want nothing else, no matter how deep the cut has to go.

Yoongi As ‘Ju-On’s The Grudge Japanese Version in NOW3 Theory

BTS Theory Master List

So with BTS’ NOW3 being officially released, I’ve already been sent quite a few photos. However, some immediately stuck out to me in a really obvious and creepy way.

Thank you to @ainizams for sending these to me c:

There’s these photos that feature Yoongi dressed completely in white with a whitened face and more than usual dark eye makeup.

Once I actually looked at the photos and the way he was positioned, I knew instantly what exactly he was trying to portray. 

Toshio Saeki. Also known as the boy from the original Grudge movie that was later adapted into the American version.

For those of you who don’t really know what this movie is about, Takeo Saeki, convinced that his wife Kayako was having an affair with another man, murdered her, their son Toshio and Toshio’s pet cat in a jealous fit.

The spirits of the deceased haunt the location, killing anyone who encounters the curse by any means, such as entering a cursed house or being in contact with somebody who was already cursed. 

The curse gathers in the place where that person has died or where they were frequently at, and repeats itself there.

According to Ju-On, when a person dies with a deep and powerful rage, a curse is born.

Hmm, sound familiar??

Could this prove that this instance of Taehyung killing his father did really break apart all the boys and start this curse?