but this had to be done okay

Phil Lester is a creative genius! Pass it on!


Okay hear me out. He obviously remembered his best friend but like, how long had he gone without him after he sacrificed himself.

I mean when he met Pidge he didn’t think “Hey you look like someone I know” or when he saw the picture of Pidge and Matt he didn’t think “Wait I know them” SO DID HE FORGET WHAT MATT LOOKED LIKE. Guys what he was without him for so long he had forgotten what he looked like. What if he didn’t remember until Pidge said she was Sam’s daughter. He finally remembers how Matt looks. He can remember the terrified look on the boy when they were running from the craft, he remembers the worry marks on his sleeping face when he got knocked out.

Can you imagine after a long day he goes to Pidge’s room just to see her. And they just sit until he asks to see the picture of Matt. She shows it to him and he breathes a sigh of relief. When she asks why he is relieved he replies with tears in his eyes.

“I’d thought I’d forgotten what he looked like again.”

Okay but I’m still questioning myself

how can a girl that has actually has never done anything that bad [like kill someone for example] bring a tornado that huge??? Like, she is not an angel but she doesn’t deserve to die? I’m still in shock

Okay, I don’t think I did this right, but I was tagged by @totallydiabolik for this self aesthetic game. After being taunted by 5 folders of Ayato, I dug up some old photos of a vacation trip and some other odds and ends. It’s not much, but I tried to make do with what I had. :’>

Make your aesthetic (based off of your personality and interests) with ONLY images you’ve saved to your device! You cannot search and download any images until you are done!

I tag: @chii-sana @otome-is-heaven @sadistic-sakamaki, @zaraenia @to-you-in-2000-years @mythicamagic @v-ermouth @abunwithcinnamon 

…and anyone else who wants to do this :) This is just for fun, you don’t have to if you don’t feel comfortable. ^^

@totallydiabolik Haha, no, that was from when I went to New York~ xD My cousins got me hooked on Coco bubble tea and if I could I would have it everyday www

Rhys Under The Mountin POV Fanfic

Okay, so I signed up to this website a couple of months ago after reading some peoples work etc and not being able to look any deeper without joining. I also wanted somewhere to share what I have written. I’ve never done this before and I’m uber nervous but after speaking to a few people on here I’m just going to bite the bullet. I hope it doesn’t suck too bad.

After 49 years, 49 long drawn out years, the days and nights had begun to twist and merge leaving no sense of time in their wake. There were very few events left in my life that gave me any sense of time under this wretched mountain, but Starfall was one of them. My thoughts eagerly and hungrily drifted to my friends, the only true family I have. I could imagine them outside in Velaris, looking to the stars and dreaming. My only wish was that they never stopped dreaming, hoping. My mind snapped back into itself at the nauseating sensation of her touch. Amarantha sat astride me, pulse quickening as she pleasured herself with my body. No not my body, it hadn’t been mine for nearly five decades. Her wild red hair bounced against her exposed breasts as she moved on me. I watched the grotesque bone of Jurian’s finger bobbing on her collarbone with every shove of her body. It took everything I had, everything I was, not to try and break her exposed neck. It wouldn’t work though, she held too much of my power, of all of our powers to even try such folly. The low sound of her moan made every instinct in my body cry out to strange the disgusting noise from her throat. Bitch, she was a bitch to keep me here, to use me like this. The word pounded in my head with every sickening thrust of her hips. Bitch. Bitch. Bitch. I had learned to play this twisted game she had created, I had learned to make her believe I wanted this as much as she did. But this night was difficult. This night was for me, for my people, my court, my family. She knew what this night meant to me and she made damn sure that it would be ruined. It was the same every Starfall since she trapped me in this living hell, she had always required my…services for longer on this sacred night. I dreamed of ways to kill her to pass the time until she finally fell next to me panting, exhausting and satisfied. I couldn’t look at her. I couldn’t look at that naked body that had violated me in ways I didn’t know possible. I didn’t make any attempt to move, there was no chance she was letting me go tonight, not as long as she knew what this night meant to me. I laid in that bed, hating her and hating myself as I drifted off to sleep. I was grateful when sleep finally found me, to receive a reprieve from this repulsive night. My dreams were always the same. I saw my court, my friends, the city I protected fiercely and her. Tonight I saw her. I didn’t know her name or who she was. I only knew that she was human and safe, and the wicked evils that ruled this land had not plagued her day and night. I knew she painted and that a part of her was happy. Safe and happy. She was painting now, those elegant fingers so sure of the direction they were taking, the path they were carefully creating. It was beautiful and clear. Too clear. The other times I had seen these hands, these beautiful artists hands, it was a few years ago and it looked as though I gazing through dirty water, but this, this was crystal clear. My subconscious mind strained to focus on the painting beyond her hands. My stomach turned as I recognised the creature she painted. The Bogge. She had seen the Bogge, known what it looked like. My eyes snapped open as I hastily sat up in bed. She was here, she was in Prythian. The mortal human who had made me believe in dreams again was here in Prythian. A grin I couldn’t control was spreading across my face and I don’t know why but I felt a pang of hope spread through me, warming my dead body. I didn’t know when or how but one day I would be free, I could feel it, and I knew I would see her in reality.

“Kiss Me.”

For, @vintagemichelle91!!!

This is from my SPRING BREAK PROMPT LIST!!!–Check it out HERE!!!

You’d been sitting in the hospital for over an hour now.

You had barely a scratch, honestly. You looked actually completely and utterly fine. The paramedics were being over dramatic and sent you to the hospital to be checked out.

They were being ridiculous.

Okay, you’d been shoved and hit your head, but no scratches, no real surface damage had actually been done. You looked alright and honestly you still felt just peachy too.

That was until you saw your boyfriend bounding down the hall through looking tense and snapping at a nurse to tell him where you were.

Who had told him, you’d been hurt?

Liv…That damn woman and their perfect friendship with open communication.

You were hoping you could get away with not telling him you’d been at the hospital at all.

“Hey, Rafi.” You smiled brightly at him, but he did not look pleased with your cheerfulness . “I know you’re worried, but really I’m fine, totally, completely, and irrevocably–” He’d strided towards you, reaching you from the door in two steps. You were greeted with an anxious glare.

“Rafi?” You asked searching green eyes.

“Kiss me.” He demanded desperately. You stared wide eyed at your boyfriend. He was scared.

“Rafi, really, I’m fine.” You cooed softly as you placed your arms around his neck, he took that as an invitation to kiss you.

The kiss was desperate and needy. Not like a kiss between you normally was, but you kind of liked it.  You kept deepening the kiss until he pulled away.

“You were hurt and didn’t think to tell me?” He looked unsettled. “You didn’t think I’d like to know?” He paced, he was actually extremely upset. “I had to hear about it from Liv.”

“That traitor,” you mumbled and his head shot up.

“You think this is funny?” He placed himself in front of you again.

“No, Rafael, I just didn’t want to make you worry!”

“I’m your boyfriend, so of course I’m going to worry about you.”

“I’m sorry.” You replied softly. “Next time, I am ‘hurt’,” you air quoted, which earned you a glare. “I’ll be sure to let you.”  

“You weren’t ‘hurt’,” Rafael aire quoted, “You hit your head, hard and that classifies you as hurt.” This time he neglected to use air quotes. “Is it so wrong for me to be panic, when you get injured during one of your squad’s stings.”

“No,” you replied a little guilty. “I guess not.” You looked up at your stressed out boyfriend who was now looking very smug. He loved when he was right.

“If it’s an consolation, I think this whole event just shows how much, I love you.” He replied with a smirk.

“I love you too.”

anonymous asked:

If it pleases you wcif rylans hair when he meets his mom. ( and if at all possible when he let's his hair down ) Hope that last bit made sense but... Love your blog I'm dying with current developments(loving every minute of it but still dying) Okay long message done thank you. 🔆

its this hair right here! but it’s only for women if i remember correctly i had to mess around in blender and sims 4 studio to make it work correctly on rylan! I don’t have a hair for him thats all the way down but i would love one if anybody had any suggestions?

If I had. If I had done those things, that would have been okay with you?”
“Oh, fuck no. I’d have broken your neck and thrown you out the airlock,” Amos said, clapping him on the shoulder.
“Ah,” Prax said, a gentle relief loosening in his chest. “Thank you.”
—  Caliban’s War, Chapter Forty: Prax

anonymous asked:

I had an eating disorder like 5 years ago and lately the thoughts are coming back and I'm so tempted to just let it lake over. I don't have the fight in me anymore

hi! okay, first things first, i’m really sorry you’re having to go through this right now. you really don’t deserve to have to go through the pain of a relapse after you’ve done so well with coping over the last 5 years!

anonymous asked:

i don't really know the details of what's going on, but i hope you (and everybody else) are okay <3

me too i would have done something sooner if i realized this situation was so broad and affecting so many people. i thought it was just me and i can take care of myself so i didn’t think i had to do anything. and i feel pretty guilty about that.

Imagine if One Direction had just won an award and got up there and said, “This doesn’t have Zayn’s name on it, does it?”


atla | zuko | wait for it

Sadly, this is as HD as the ATLA episodes get, but I hope you give the video a shot anyway and maybe experience some of the emotions I had making it.  Big thanks to @worddevourer for having this idea and my twin sister @splickedylit for consulting with me during its creation!

Song: Wait For It from Hamilton
Show: Avatar - The Last Airbender

The Trampoline

Summary: Dan’s very gay and very in love with Phil, who has always been 100% straight. Also, there’s a trampoline.

Word Count: 5.3k

Genre: smut

TW: underage drinking


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Since you lost your vision, he’s been anxiously sitting there the whole time…..

How can I make up for it…..Fuzzy?

I guess I’ll play ball with you!


I’m crazy into black dusty backgrounds, the mother-son dynamic of Princess Leia and her son and Daughter lyrics … So I combine that shit.

so listen how about this headcanon I got that Serizawa has read a billion stories because did you even see that bookshelf in his room and it was the only way for him to explore the world and Reigen picks up on this so to get Seri more confident at talking to strangers and out loud in general he gets Seri to come over to his place and read him stories and Reigen hasn’t had time to read in years so he ends up getting really into them and then it’s just like

a thing they do

so anyway