but we can see it





Again, undecided on my feelings here, but I APPRECIATE THE SENTIMENT AT LEAST.

nervouspearl  asked:

Bill/Laura: Murder on the Caprica Express

Green eyes in composed porcelain features stay locked on his throughout the interview, a clear voice giving answers just a shade too perfect, too precise, to be quite believable.

“And you’d never met Gaius Baltar, prior to setting foot on this train?” he repeats, just so later she can’t say she wasn’t given a chance to rethink, or recant.

She raises her chin, and Bill knows, deep in his bones, even if he can’t prove it, that this woman is responsible for the twelve knives stuck in the dead man’s chest.

She smiles, and there’s something colder in it than the corpse in the next car. “I’ve never met any of these people before in my life.”

anonymous asked:

Hey, I really love your writing! I think I've read every spaceparents fic you've ever written :) I've been wanting to ask for ages but I didn't want to bother you. I was wondering if you could do a Roslin/Adama fic where Bill is taking care of Laura after a doloxan treatment? Just angsty/fluff or something. I hope I'm not bothering you with this question and I know you're probably super busy so don't worry about it if it's not possible!

He offers her his arm as they leave sickbay, as he always does, and pretends not to notice how heavily she is leaning on him by the time they reach his quarters.

She sinks down onto the couch, her hand rising queasily to hover before her lips, even as the Marine outside is still closing the hatch behind them.

When he comes back from the head, a cold washcloth in his hands, she is hunched over, like she’s caving in on herself, right here on his worn sofa before his eyes.

He eases himself down beside her, his added weight disturbing the cushion in a way that makes her pressed-together lips momentarily go whiter.

He offers her the washcloth (he doesn’t want the cold against her cheek to startle her, he’s made that mistake before) and her lips quirk up, wryly, as she raises the damp cloth to her forehead….

And then she is running to the head, her hand pressed to her mouth, the hatch slamming shut behind her, and there is nothing he can do, yet again.

If he doesn’t like being called J Horse,

Originally posted by jaayhope

Don’t ever call him that

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

He’s a beautiful man

Originally posted by aestheticvbts

It literally feels like the sun is shining

Originally posted by parkjmzl

When he smiles

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Its radiant and soothing

Originally posted by ttaegiis

So can we please

Originally posted by jjilljj

Love our Sunshine a little more?

Originally posted by hob-e

Let Jung Hoseok’s nickname be Sunshine?

anonymous asked:

Kat,,,,,,,keith Cries,,,,,,,,,fanon keith is dead,,,hes,,,,,emotiONAL,,,

Dude. Dude, I know. Here’s some great stuff about Keith that fandom can no longer deny:

  • when asked to describe himself he first comes up blank
  • no mentions of his talents whatsoever?? he’s not arrogant
  • in fact he has no trouble admitting that he’s bad at something
  • keeps saying that he pilots the black lion but refuses to say that he’s the black paladin
  • he thinks that being part Galra might be why he has always been bad at connecting with people 
  • automatically plays around with his knife when the Galra part gets mentioned
  • is very straightforward and wants to avoid complicated stuff as much as possible
  • apologized twice for blowing up; he’s self-conscious about his temper
  • [voice crack] “I don’t know why I’m that way”
  • is aware of his abandonment issues
  • is also aware that he puts some walls up
  • tries to compose himself by rubbing his fingers together
  • knows when he is about to cry and promised himself not to do it ((in front of the camera/a potential audience at least))

HE’S. SO GREAT. SO SO GREAT. He’s much more self-aware than fandom gives him credit for. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH ;A;

what if Dean and Cas are on a case together and Dean the little shit decides to throw Cas under the bus the way he does with Sam sometimes (eg. the sketch artist thing), but joke’s on him because turns out Cas is actually insanely good at whatever Dean claimed he was

How Did We Get Here?

(Don’t worry, no spoilers; and sorry, no pictures except the one here)

We were incredibly lucky to have Jack doing a show that was basically “in our backyard” (less than one mile from our campus), and to also have the privilege of attending his second show of his first tour. It was so surreal; I’m not even sure how to articulate just how amazing it was.

The messages throughout the show were beautifully integrated, and to say the energy was incredible would be a complete understatement. My friend and I wholeheartedly laughed and cheered from start to finish (on the exception of some emotional moments).

To any future show-goers: you are in for a real treat!

Jack, you wonderful human-being, were fantastic. We had an absolute blast this evening, and hopefully you did too. I sincerely hope you enjoyed your stay in Minneapolis and that the rest of your tour endeavors go well!


#That face you make when the love of your life is rambling aka Alec Lightwood’s smitten face

The solarpunk!Luigi and steampunk!Mario piece from the stream today - thanks to everybody who dropped by!! took me ~7hrs not counting first sketch to finish this piece. what am I doing with my life 

hey i just wanted to say that if you’re already scraping by to make ends meet, the holidays are really hard. and that puts pressure on you and on your whole family. and if there’s one thing i hope you know it’s that you don’t need to prove you love someone by buying them something. i know we all want to get the people we care about really fancy things. but i’m okay if you get me like a smooth rock you found by the ocean. i know it’s true of other people, too. i’d rather you hand me a diy picture frame from popsicle sticks than something you had to go into debt to buy, and i think any person who’s worth their socks will tell you the same thing. and on that note? everybody loves socks, and they’re pretty cheap. yes, it’d be great if you and i stumbled on enough money to actually afford things. but love, i’ve learned, isn’t about the buying.

and on that note? for those of you out there who find the holidays a particularly dark time… i hope you know there will always be someone willing to open the door for you. even when it feels like there’s no one. even if that door is a window you have to crawl through. 

and for those of us who have more than we need, i hope we open those doors. if you notice someone who is going to be alone during the holidays, or who is usually depressed but for no apparent reason seems markedly happy and is giving away their things, please invite them over. hang out with them, no matter how awkward it is. sudden cleaning and long notes about how much they love you are also signs of suicide. with recent changes in insurance, it’s increasingly harder to find mental health care, so help a friend out (and maybe even yourself!) by figuring out who still takes the insurance offered so we can all give ourselves the gift of coping mechanisms, the gift that keeps on giving.

i hope you all are happy and safe this season!