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Not playing tonight because back injury.  But have these!: ten postcards with some needlessly happy, often times inappropriately happy, sims.  xD

Since there are Emperors of Evil in Isla Paradiso and Moonlight Falls who are not the sims in my household, I’ve changed the way sims who like EoEs will react to EoEs, thus in these two locations they tend to be over-awed.

Andrei loves his baby sister Larisa so much that the changed action is worth it there alone.

Me @ all the writers flailing about how next week’s OUAT is “the best episode ever!1!!1″

I honestly love how, no matter who you ask, everyone has a favorite pokemon. And they all have their own reasons, like

Onix is your favorite because it was the first Pokemon card you ever owned?

Of course

Mudkip is your favorite because it’s the first starter you ever chose?

Obviously

Venipede is your favorite because you love bug types?

Heck yeah

Rockruff is your favorite because it’s just so freakin’ cute?

AWESOME

Reblog and put in the tags what your favorite Pokemon is and why!

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The start of Infinity War, probably. Welcome to the wonderful world of having shitty big brothers who pick on you, Peter~

Inspired by basically any interview starring Holland with Mackie and/or Stan :P

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Kirishima’s Hard Dad and Soft Dad (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Black Canary Appreciation Post since y’all love to sleep on my girl so much
  •   Her Canary Cry is strong af. My girl can break things, shatter metal, kill aliens, rip almost anyone’s head off with it. 
  • “She possesses a incredible degree of control over her vocal cords. This enables her to mimic sounds and generate any sound she desires.“


  • "Canary Cry has been able to reach 300 decibels,which is enough to make a person’s ears start bleeding even if they’re not the target.


  • MARTIAL ARTS. She is one of the most skilled martial artists in DC. She is an expert at hand-to-hand combat. 
  • She is a very important member of Justice League. Even led it. 
  • In Young Justice, Black Canary provides counseling to the team after tragedies.
  • She offered training to the girls she (they) has rescued.
  • here she is, holding her own against some Amazons. (AMAZONS, PEOPLE.) 


  • And here she is kicking some *** because why not? 
  • She doesn’t take shit from anyone. And i mean ANYONE.
  • Remember when Superman&Batman&Wonder Woman had secret meetings and tried to lead the league behind her back? NAH-UH.
  • WHAT DID SHE DO? THAT.
  • “In our line of work, asking a favor means asking someone to put their life on the line. Dinah Lance, The Black Canary, doesn’t even hesitate one moment.”
  • “Why should i fear you?” 

“Because i fight like a girl.”


To summarize, Dinah Lance is a very powerful, strong, caring, kind, badass, amazing, talented, smart woman who deserves to be loved and appreciated way more. 

Your secret is safe with me

“Blaise,” Draco fumed, storming into the living room, “what happened to the chest of drawers in my room?”

Blaise looked up from the paper he was reading and grinned at Draco.

“Do you like the new one? You’ve been whining about it so much, I thought I’d just replace that awful old-timer.”

“What did you do with that old-timer?”

“I sold it,” Blaise shrugged.

“You sold it,” Draco repeated flatly.

“Yes.”

“Who did you sell it to?” Draco asked frantically.

“No idea,” Blaise said. “I didn’t get a name. Two people came by to pick it up. I think they were Muggles.”

Draco felt like he was about to faint.

“Did you take everything out beforehand?”

Blaise snorted.

“Of course! What do you take me for?”

“Everything?” Draco insisted.

Blaise raised an eyebrow at Draco’s tone and studied him.

“Yes, everything.”

Draco took a step closer and narrowed his eyes.

“Even what was under the secret false bottom in the second drawer, nobody but me knows about?”

Blaise paled and his mouth opened.

“Oh,” he simply said.

“Yes, oh,” Draco growled. “Great, now I have to hunt it down. You’re a lousy flatmate.”

“Hey, I just wanted to do you a favour,” Blaise said defensively.

“You better hope they haven’t found what’s inside it, or I’m going to kill you.”

Doing the locator spell was easy enough. Draco had feared it wouldn’t work, but it seemed there were no wards guarding the flat the chest of drawers had ended up in. Draco apparated to the flat, his heart hammering as he knocked.

When the door opened, Draco was sure he had to be dreaming. Of all the people in the world. Of course. Of course.

“Malfoy?” Potter seemed stunned. He was holding a toothbrush and was only dressed in a green t-shirt and pants. “How did you find me?”

Draco shook his head, willing his mind to work properly again.

“You have something of mine,” he said curtly.

“And what might that be?” Potter responded, a grin beginning to form on his lips. It took Draco off guard for a moment.

“Can I just come in and check something?”

Potter stepped aside and gestured for Draco to come in. Draco wasted no time and quickly found the chest of drawers in the corner of Potter’s bedroom. He opened the second drawer and took out the little book he had been so desperate to get back.

“What’s that?” Potter asked, leaning against the doorframe.

“Nothing of your concern. It shouldn’t have been in there,” Draco huffed.

“Hmmm,” Potter hummed. “You know, I never would have thought you kept a diary.”

Draco blushed, quickly hiding his hands behind his back.

“It’s not a diary,” he said lamely.

Potter nodded, but he had a mischievous smile on his face.

“You want a drink?” he asked, turning around and heading back into the living room. Draco blinked and tried to find his voice again.

“Um, no thank you. You were obviously getting ready for bed. I won’t disturb you any longer,” he said hastily.

“You sure? It might be a great opportunity,” Potter grinned. Draco gave him a quizzical look.

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Potter shrugged, “after two Firewhiskeys you might get the chance to run your hands through my incredibly infuriating, magnificent head of hair.” Potter tried to keep a straight face, but couldn’t suppress a snicker. “I might even let you touch my strong and marvellous jawline.”

Never had Draco wished more the ground would open and swallow him up.

“You read it,” he said through gritted teeth. “You had no right.”

“True,” Potter replied, nonchalant. “I’d let you read mine in return, but I don’t keep a diary.” He stepped closer to Draco, studying his face intently.

“You look rather cute when you’re flushed.”

Draco made a sound that was something between a weird gurgle and a high-pitched squeak. Whatever it was, it was highly embarrassing.

Potter chuckled, coming to a halt right in front of Draco.

“I mean, I could just show you what kind of fantasies I’d be writing in that diary,” he said in a low whisper.

Draco gulped, not quite grasping what Potter was saying.

“Like what?” he breathed.

“Hmmm.” Potter’s eyes flickered down to Draco’s lips. “Like how I want to grab you right now and kiss you until you can’t breathe.”

Draco’s mouth opened involuntarily. Breathing was already hard with Potter standing so close to him.

“And then,” Potter continued, deliberately breathing on Draco’s lips, “I’d want your hands on the most delicious and perfect arse you have ever seen in your life.”

Draco groaned loudly. This was just too much. But then again, Potter really seemed to be teasing him in a rather flirtatious way. Trying to conceal his nervousness, he raised his chin and fixed Potter with a glare.

“These better not just be empty promises,” Draco said haughtily.

“Oh, they’re not,” Potter smirked, his eyes gleaming as he started pouring their drinks.