can't i just stare at myself (no)

Newbie heroes having trouble keeping a lid on it; or alternatively another idea that came from a conversation with my sister
  • Marinette: hey Alya, still having trouble getting an interview with Volpina
  • Alya: actually could I talk to you about that, I may need you to film that for me
  • Marrinette: ok but why
  • Alya: *checks to make sure nobody's listening* because I can't film myself
  • Marinette: *deadpanned stare* ... really?
  • ---------
  • QueenBee: oh my god this is so exciting, I'm getting to hang out with my BFF Ladybug
  • Ladybug: um, we just met
  • QueenBee: no, you guys save me all the time. you come by my hotel and we take selfies
  • ------
  • Ladybug having a sit down talk with QB and Volpina: did your kwamis even mention keeping your identities secret or do me and Chat just get that rule?
19 years later...
  • Ron: So that's little Scorpius.
  • Harry: Yes. He's quite adorable, actually.
  • Ron: How would you know?
  • Harry: He comes to our house a lot... to play with Albus.
  • Ron: He does?
  • Harry: Yeah. Draco usually accompanies him... to play with me.
  • Ron: Draco? Since when do you call him Draco? And what do you mean, 'play'?
  • Harry: Usually Quidditch.
  • Ron: Oh thank god! For a minute there I thought-
  • Harry: We usually do it in the shower afterwards.
  • Ron: WHAT?
  • Harry: *snickering* Ginny always chastises us for being too loud.
  • Ron: *turning to Ginny* How can you be okay with this?
  • Ginny: *shrugs* Who am I to stand in the way of true love?
  • Draco: *walking up to them* Potter!
  • Harry: Malfoy! *starts making out with him passionately*
  • Ron: *just stares*
  • James: Bloody buggar! Dad is making out with Mr. Malfoy... again! Guys, it's been like ten minutes since you last snogged! Get a grip!
  • Albus: Come on, Dad! Not on the platform.
  • Lily: Mum, I think it's time you found a boyfriend, too. Dad seems really happy.
  • Ginny: He really does, doesn't he, honey?
  • Ron: *still staring*
  • Draco: *grabs Harry's arse*
  • Ron: *getting close to a heart attack*
  • Me: *smiling contentedly* All was well.

Sitting at the airport waiting to board my flight home to New York. I’ll be working at the summer camp I’ve worked at the past 6 summers and I’m so grateful to be able to go back.

But the next 4 weeks are really going to test my mental strength because home to me is my ex.

I’ve reached out to him multiple times with no response. My biggest fear becoming my reality.

I finally broke down yesterday and sobbed while packing my bags. I wish I could explain anxiety but my words could never do justice.

It’s as though my body is completely taken over by a complete stranger. I have no control. Immediate panic and I begin to feel light headed. My heart sinks. My body shakes. I just stared at myself in the mirror yesterday and screamed.

I don’t know who I am when anxiety takes over.

I am so fucking scared to be home, I want to vomit.

To know that the person I loved so deeply is close but wants nothing to do with me breaks me, over and over. It’s been 9 MONTHS. NINE. and I still can’t get a grip.

Home shouldn’t hurt like this.

And now I’m walking head on into this fire and I am not prepared.

my favorite moment ever in Jurassic Park is when Dr. Grant lights the flare…

the T. Rex sees him…

and in that single moment, Dr. Grant reconsiders all of the life choices that lead him to where he is…

anonymous asked:

every single time jikook has a really intimate moment (JM asking for kisses on Jk's birthday, the legendary backhug, the staring moments on vlive, the couple jackets on valentines day, the most recent "baby let's go" and so on) I tell myself that they can't possible get any gayer than this and every. single. time. the little shits prove me wrong and I don't even want to think of what the next major moment is gonna be cause I know for a fact that I won't survive

OKAY BUT THIS IS ME THO!!! I’M ALWAYS LIKE “okay, it can’t get anymore homo. like this is as gay as it gets” and JIKOOK ARE JUST LIKE “LOL U THOT!!!!” AND DO SOMETHING EVEN MORE GAY?????????? and i’m just shaken to my core. because how do they manage to one up themselves all the time??? like back in 2015, i thought nothing could beat the time jk fed jm the food and was all smiley and giggly. but then 2016 happened. and now 2017 happened. and i wouldn’t be surprised if in a few years, jikook have just gotten so gay that it’s impossible to beat (even then they’d beat it). 

anonymous asked:

GAAAH I saw your hc of Anti having a crush on Signe and I LOVED IT. Signe not being scared of Anti is.... AAHHH and like, Anti wants to scare her with a knife but right before he does anything, they stare at each other and Anti retreats like "Nope I can't bring myself to hurt her"... God this sounds like fangirling haha but props to that HC

okokok Anti bringing out Signe’s dark self is something i just thought of and thought i’d add this into the answer i’m sorry

THAT’S SO FUCTEUJNSKML

anonymous asked:

Watching Mark's Raspy Hill again and I can't help but notice that when he say's "I don't quite feel like myself" and there's the video glitch between 'Dark' staring into the camera and him laughing, he has some pretty sharp looking canines... (just thought you'd like to know since you like vampire stuff) :)

//sweats

Thank you for reminding me…Might make vampire gifs of that later ;)

Golden Hour - Oneshot

They dance in the gardens.

The festivities have already stretched long into the day’s golden hour, and they have snuck away for their own private ball.  They can still see moving people moving and laughing inside the palace, but there is only peace out here.  The Madame and the Maestro have not stopped their delightful music, surely, but no sound reaches their ears, not here; in the quiet beauty of nature they find their own song.

He can’t stop looking at her.  His step is as swift and fluid as it was in those darkened nights when the ballroom was dusty and she floated around him, unable to stay completely still.  His eyes define blue, and even the cornflowers surrounding them cannot compare to the vibrancy his irises hold.  He does not smile; only pauses every so often to kiss her cheeks, her forehead, her neck.  After all, happiness is not the only emotion that is felt tonight; there is also love, relief, sonder.  Those don’t need to be expressed with a smile.  They had the rest of their lives to smile and laugh.  For now, they only needed to feel each other and know that they were there.  And tonight, he is flying in her eyes.

And her eyes hold more light than the sun itself; she is glowing, she is radiance incarnate.  Her entire expression is fixated on his, and she does smile—a dazzling, joyous thing that does not belong on this earth. Her hands grasp his own, her mere touch setting him aflame with desire.  Her movements are not as coordinated; she still has feathers where her feet are, but he doesn’t mind, how can he, when he’s lost in her, her being, hereverything.  He does not deserve her.  What could he have possibly done to earn this very moment?  Everything is so light, so weightless, and here she is grounding him, burning through him.  It’s all upside down.

Hours later—or has it been minutes?—they do hear music in the gardens.  A few hedges over, hidden from their sight, a violin sings something young and light to the golden sky, which is beginning to mingle with pink from the clouds.  They glance at each other and laugh with the knowledge that they’re not the only ones that have left the festivities for a little while.  They lean into the music and fall into step with one another.  Despite its quiet tones, it is a melody that’s quick, full of vivacity, and they try to keep up.  She trips over her feet and falls towards him, but he has a quick hand and doesn’t just catch her.  He sweeps her off her feet and spins her around, not even missing a step.  She giggles as he sets her back down again, and soon they are both spinning around each other, hands wrapped around each others’ waists.

But then she becomes too tired, and he becomes too lost, and they sit on a bench, facing the west, watching as the sun slowly begins to brush the tips of the mountains.  Her head is on his shoulder, his arm wraps around her. They will rejoin the others soon, but they only have need of each other at the moment.

“Lumiére?” she asks.

“Mmm?”

“I love you.” Three words, but they are pure, untempered, so full of emotion; she’s close to tears.

He laughs and turns to kiss her slowly.  She caresses his face and he responds in kind, running his fingers under her wig and through her hair.  He smiles, and stares at her with eyes that challenge the sky.

“As I adore you,” he replies, “mon coeur.”

anonymous asked:

Real talk the first time i saw the Jake w/ frosted tips picture with your caption I just smiled and laughed like "nice quick edit Connor, haha" like, i could obviously tell you just swiped a light blonde over the original picture but then I saw like 5 people reblog it without any caption and I sat there staring like "this IS fake right, like, it's just an edit, that can't be his real hair?" and i had to google and find the original picture again to reassure myself ~different-than-good

YEA EXACTLY i created the mandela effect w jake dillingers frosted tips

Listen though…

Imagine Murdoc and 2D are huge fans of cuddling but never get much of that, in their lives.

Like yeah, they aren’t new to relationships but they wish that people could take things slower????

But like,,, they get drunk together and end up cuddling like nerds–

But then!! They fall asleep together and wake up extremely hungover but simultaneously confused af. Like 2D is holding Murdoc against his chest and the older man’s face is kinda pressed against him. Murdoc wakes up first but doesn’t make a single move cuz he’s comfortable although he doesn’t want to admit it. And oh god, he can hear 2D’s heart beating and the sound is doing some weird work on his stomach. He feels lightheaded and wants to dive out of his Winnebago right then and there,,,

2D panics when he wakes up and kind of pushes the foreign body away from himself until he realizes who the angry green pickle is. He feels his face burning up and he cant seem to piece everything together. He tries to stand up and run off but his head pulses and he kind of just eases back into the soft bed sheets.

They kind of just stare at each other but they feel kinda cold and 2D is the first to mention that. Murdoc just moves closer to him and 2D flinches before moving toward him too.

Their bodies kind of fit together perfectly…

today the most FanFic™ thing happened to me and i need to tell you 

there’s this quite small band “peach pit” (i’ve talked about them a few times idk) and since they don’t have merch i made myself a shirt with their logo on it.
today, when i was on the tube, there was this dude staring at me so i stared back, we kinda smiled at each other and then he asked me where i got my shirt from. i told him i made it myself and we excitedly talked about pp, til he 1) asked me to make him a shirt too 2) told me to listen to “men i trust” 3) gave me his number

??? how’s this real

I had one of those nights again. The nights that I’m wide awake late at night, I don’t feel comfortable, my anxiety way too high. I’m just left staring at my computer screen trying to distract myself so I can go to bed. I so desperately wanted to call you because your voice was always one to calm me down. It made everything wrong to right. Not saying I can’t take care of myself but your admiring ways made the process ten times easier than me doing it myself. I wish you could’ve been there that one last time to make my mind stop racing.