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“I suppose the traditional way to conclude this is we cross Hanzo swords. Well, it just so happens this hacienda comes with its very own private beach. And this private beach just so happens to look particularly beautiful bathed in moonlight. And there just so happens to be a full moon out tonight. So, sword-fighter, if you want to sword fight, that’s where I suggest. But if you wanna be old school about it–and you know I’m all about old school–then we can wait ‘til dawn and slice each other up at sunrise–like a couple of real-life, honest-to-goodness samurais.”

-Bill, “Kill Bill: Vol. 2″

Wade loses his healing factor temporarily and he’s not too upset about it because he’s hot again. His skin feels and looks great and although he loves the red suit it’s currently hung in the closet, per Spidey’s request.

Admittedly, Wade would be having more of a good time with his new-old look but Peter is overprotective since, in his words, Wade is “vulnerable” and “brash” and “uncaring about the consequences” and “an idiot who would forget he can’t regenerate at the moment and would die permanently and never be forgiven.”

Wade would be pissed, but his Spidey is so cute when he’s worried and Wade’s heart flutters when he thinks that the actual real life Spider-Man is worried about him.

So DP goes along with Peter’s requests and he stays back instead of joining him on patrol, no matter how much he wants to accompany him. He keeps himself out of trouble as best he can and waits patiently at their home for Peter to come back. Wade loves to play the role of the domestic husband anyway, and when Peter crawls in through the window in the early hours of the morning Wade is there to caress and cuddle and fuck and cuddle again until the sun comes up and their routines start again.

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anonymous asked:

Wait you saw harry in real life?? Like did you talk to him ? And was he as tall as we think he is?

I did, it was during a 1D concert! He talked to me, but I couldn’t exactly talk back cause it was during a concert so we wouldn’t hear each other but we mouthed things back and forth and we made faces and he sang to me lol oh and he also threw his jersey at me, but people tried to murder me for it so he got security to help me out and then take it back and then asked me if I was ok. And yes, he is tall, at least for me! xx

Updates 4/25/17

So, the whole family is sick.  Bad news is that I’d planned on cleaning my house this week and organizing my pantry.  That excitement will have to wait until next week.

Good news is that I’m stuck on the couch doing ML crack posts.  Lots of crack posts.  You guys are gonna be SWIMMING in crack.  This whole thing started with being couch bound due to a bad illness several months ago.  I feel like we’ve come full circle.

I’ll update the ML Crack Post Master List tonight after my last post.

I've been in love 3 times in my life.

Hayes is my no. 1, obvs.

But I have had two other great loves, even though I have been with hayes since we were 18yrs old. 12yrs together is a long time! Esp. when we are only 30! That’s alotta love to be had.

I won’t go into details…now… but these three people have shaped me into the _____ person I am today. (Still waiting on that fill-in-the-blank. I need a real earth-shattering term at this point to describe it.. esp if it could keep me in a relationship with hayes these 12 plus years!)

this one time during freshie year I saw my classmate putting his things, yet again, into his friend’s bag and I was like “dude why dont u bring your own bag” and he was like “this is my bag??”

on that day I found out they came from the same town, went to the same HS, currently had the same classes, and shared the same dorm room, all because I asked him why he never brings anything to school - they also, apparently, thought why the fuck not share the same backpack too


Pharmercy fluff
 Pharah went outstation for a few days and came back seeing her favorite Doctor is sleeping on the doorway. 

Well i really love Pharmercy cuz they’re really cute together, after seeing much fan arts and fan fics of them. Basically they somehow keep me alive from harsh stuffs i get from real life :’D

Been working on jobs recently and struggling to find time for own development. Managed to squeeze some time for fast warm up doodles. Currently having several WIPs waiting for me to clear off ; u ; hope i find that pace as soon as possible. And..and…i still haven’t unlock Combat Medic Ziegler :’D so i needa game hard too *slams face on floor

Life finds a way

Four players and one NPC child were fighting a few Shadows and the Ranger, Eloh, gets hit to zero exactly. She was, coincidentally, only one who was doing any real damage to the monsters.

Cleric: I’m gonna move to Eloh and use Lay on Hands to heal her.

DM: That’s gonna be an attack of opportunity from those two if you walk over there, my dude.

Cleric: Wait… oh, right.

Ranger: Not if he cartwheels over there!

Table: *laughing*

DM: …You—

Cleric: <i>What????</i>

DM: Wait, you… okay, you know what, fuck it, acrobatics check to cartwheel past this Shadow.

Cleric: *instinctively rolls dice* Wait, wait, are you serious?! *looks over sheet* I… nineteen.

DM: That's—that’s a success.

Table: *laughing harder*

Ranger: OKAY WAIT—

DM: John fuckin—John does a sick cartwheel into the splits, the two Shadows give a polite golf clap and you—you use Lay on Hands. Do the rolls.

Cleric: …What??

it gets easier to talk about but it also gets harder to talk about. i have to unfold things carefully, but the map shows better. here’s the first time i got hit by a parent, here’s the first time i got hit by a partner. they’re around the corner from each other, mirror images or hands holding or two sides of a blade. the look on people’s faces always is the same when they find out. like the words hurt them in the pit of their stomach. i feel bad when it does that; i know what it’s like to be suckerpunched. often i comfort people right after: oh, no, it’s okay, i’m okay now, it’s fine, i’m all in one piece, i got out, i’m a resilience child, i learned kindness, i found inner peace, i meditate twice a day, i do yoga and drink kale shakes and eat as if nobody ever made my teeth bleed. some of these are lies, but that is fine too, because it’s better that people don’t know an ugly truth.

sometimes i forget who in the room knows. i laugh about what happened like a punchline (get it) and people stare at me with mouths open like moons. oh my god, did that really happen to you? i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it happened to someone else, out on a distant planet. sometimes it feels like it never happened at all. sometimes it feels like it’s still happening. how can you laugh at that? and is that true? how do i say “because if i don’t laugh it’s serious” because of course it’s true. for proof: raise your hand a fraction too smooth. watch the shadow pass over my face. watch me curl away. watch me change. like a chameleon girl, i shift my shape. someone who doesn’t know laughs. you’re certainly jumpy. the girl at the table who helped me cover the bruise stares at me, watching my chest, trying to figure out if i’m panicking. he’s confused when quiet are you okay questions touch my skin - only those who know, only those who are watching.

and i smile, because it’s easier to talk about but it’s harder to admit it still effects me. memories should be left in the kingdom of dreams. sometimes i feel like i should be done with it already. i stare at a picture of cartoons that says if you don’t know these, you didn’t have a childhood. i know all but two of them. some of them i watched after it happened. i really liked scooby doo. in the end, the mask comes off and the bad guy is revealed and he goes to jail. in real life, i wait for someone to come take his mask off. it just makes him mean. the blue lights of the law never show up on the green of our lawn. i had a pretty good childhood, i think. it made me interesting, at least. i picked blueberries.

i laugh about it a lot. talk about how it’s funny that if you got abused there’s just, like, a second round of partner abuse, sitting out there, waiting for you. that you’re the most likely to pick an abuser from the crowd - or worse, like beauty and the beast, watch yourself become her. see your rotten hands and think of your father. isn’t that funny! that i can take a hit and i’d rather take a lifetime of them than be the one doing the giving just once. i talk about how you walk in the eclipse of it. that it confuses you when the sun comes out. that when you find someone who won’t hurt you, you still walk on eggshells, waiting for them to hurt you. i say it through a smile, because if you bend yourself the right way, your life looks more like comedy-drama than just plain tragedy. i watch fantastic beasts and where to find them and when the abused child turns out to be beyond saving, i hear myself laugh in a bark. or it was a sob. i can’t tell. it doesn’t matter. in my world, children like me learned about magic early, and how our own actions can turn a man from a gentle person into a savage beast. 

okay, i say, smiling, maybe if you put it that way, yeah, i was abused and it wasn’t funny. but come on. think of the puns! you could say my life was really a hit! now don’t be upset. it’s funny. it’s funny. it’s funny.

The signs at a house party
  • Aries: that one drunk girl that gives everyone shots and is real fun until someone doesn't want a shot and then she tries to fight every one.
  • Taurus: four words. Stoned on the couch.
  • Gemini: the host.
  • Cancer: in the corner waiting for it to be over. Only here cuz their outgoing friend dragged them along.
  • Leo: telling obnoxious lies because everyone is intoxicated and is believing the stories of grandiose, which is a rare opportunity.
  • Virgo: shy but cool guy who is only here because the person he likes is also here.
  • Libra: cute guy who backpacked across Europe and speaks seven languages. You're in love, he isn't about that life.
  • Scorpio: don't open that bedroom door or so help me.
  • Sagittarius: made an appearance with a beach ball and big funny hats for fun times, left at 12 like Cinderella.
  • Capricorn: wearing a blazer? Somehow it works? Talks about sustainable living? Somehow not bored?
  • Aquarius: on the back porch with a small crowd of people talking about fringe theories and how humans are animals too.
  • Pisces: by the pool, talking to everyone and anyone. Also the drunk girls by the bathroom.

I don’t think people understand how utterly terrifying it is to have repressed memories & to have so many missing chunks of your childhood….. like .. literally, it is so awful?? To literally know that these Bad Things have happened to you but being unable to know what they are and who did them etc… especially people w/ out childhood trauma or ptsd. It is so so horrible that I don’t even know that I can explain it right now. I just wish it was more widely talked about past our little group of Tumblr trauma blogs yanno?
I just want people to know that repressed memories aren’t “fake” like you don’t just randomly make things up and then call them recovered memories??? It’s very real, and it’s so unbearably re-traumatizing to get these memories back, even small ones. And to miss parts of your life is absolutely terrible, and you don’t have any control over when you’re gonna get memories back. There’s no way to just… conjure up the memories !! You have to wait. And wait. Until a moment in your day when you’re thinking about your mom and the way she used to dress, and about a question your therapist asked you yesterday about clothing and then suddenly you see your mom and you in a room and she is hurting you. And you fall to the floor or you stop or you cry or you dissociate or you just . You just feel everything. Or nothing. But it’s back and it’s real and it’s absolutely awful because that one memory, you know, is so tiny in comparison to all the things you don’t remember, and you know how fucking much getting the rest of them back is going to hurt bc this small sliver of trauma sent you falling to the floor in tears.

It’s absolutely terrible and it hurts me every single day and I just feel like it isn’t talked about enough, people who don’t have experience with it don’t understand how horrible it is, don’t understand that it’s not just some silly little, “omg yeah I can’t remember when I was a small infant and my mom took me to the zoo!!” Like. No. I can’t remember anything from years and years of my childhood. And it’s scary. And people need to recognize it as such

my sister recorded hoseok giving me a hand heart kiss (i was 2 distracted by this literal angel to even try to record it) and let me tell u he shines a million times brighter in real life and will save ur life by just looking into ur eyes i was a broken down mess after this i have waited 10000000 years