come do me

hello it is i, here to yell again

remember how ryuji barely knew us, didn’t have a persona, and no fighting ability but still told us to run

then still came BACK to the metaverse bringing a toy gun not having any idea it’d be useful, just brought it because he wanted to do SOMEthing to help? 

REMEMBER HOW HE STOOD BY US WITH ZERO REASON TO BESIDES HE’S GOT A BIG HEART THAT LOVES AND PROTECTS EVERYONE AND WOULD HAVE SACRIFICED HIMSELF FOR US WITH ZERO REASON TO BESIDES HE’S GOT A DAMAGED HEART THAT THINKS HE’S NOT WORTH SAVING HIMSELF?

ok i am done now, stay tuned for more yelling that i’m sure will come

anonymous asked:

I requested sth a while ago (a few months probably) but dw about it now 🅱️ye

why do…….people think artists are obligated to give anons free art any and every time they ask

I mean, okay, there’s no already laid out plot, but if they put a lot of thought into the events leading up to tfa and the construction of the characters (including but not limited to: main motivations; main inner conflicts; personal baggage), the story… kind of writes itself.

or at least it should in the hands of a talented director who presumably knows how to continue narrative threads organically as well as balance expectations and surprises.

SW’s forte has always been the characters and their conflicts, if those are strong, the story will be strong.

anonymous asked:

Hahaha good to know I'm not the only one who can't stand Weekes

From the shit he pulled in the Masked Empire to the fact he really seems to think as Solas as some sort of gift to mankind, I truly do not like Patrick Weekes. 

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anonymous asked:

I feel like tormenting you.. hahahaha!! How about Ignis & Gladio & YOU + "You need to pick one of us". ;)

I’m on a roll tonight. Also, WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO ME? 

“You need to pick one of us.”

Well. If that wasn’t the dilemma of the century.

Gladio, who looked like the Archaeon made man.

Ignis, lean, beautiful, green eyed and stunningly intelligent.

Both metaphorically on their knees before you. “You need to pick one of us.” Gladio’s words rang in your ears, making you feel hollow as a church crypt inside. How do you chose between men like that?

You knew it was unfair of you to lead them both on. You had a bunch of gladioli on your table and a bottle of Lucian red beside it. “Well, fuck.”


As a thank you for reaching 100 followers, I’m writing 100 word drabbles. Send me a person or a pairing plus a word, or an opening sentence, and I’ll write you a 100 word drabble in return! (note, I’m moving house right now, so I’m not able to respond as quickly as I’d like. I’m sorry!)

Marvel: we can’t make one of our film or show leads Asian. That would be…. against the original source material. That’s also why we can’t make them LGBTQ+.

Power Rangers (2017): hey what’s up. 4/5 of our leads are POC. One is autistic and one is confirmed LGBTQ+. We have the first Asian superhero in a big-budget film, the first autistic superhero in a big/budget film, and the first LGBTQ+ superhero in a big-budget film. None of this was really in the original source material, but representation matters and we specifically casted them with the intention of making a diverse film.

So I can’t be the only one who noticed right? Dan being smol in baking vids 😉

Do not repost. Reblogs are appreciated.

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Okay back to happier (?) topics - today’s prompts were firsts/future/tears !!!! and honestly that’s probably a happy set why did I go for this even we might just never know

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modern disney aesthetic
↳ aladdin

@thunderboltsortofapenny said: No no let’s do this! Why would steve need to be fake married. Or why would bucky need to be fake married to Steve. We need a reason. #Viper do the thing #It’ll be fun!

So I did the thing, and it’s stupid and terrible, but here, have it:


Bucky’s an EMT. Normal guy, just living his life, trying to help where he can. And then one day, all of a sudden, the aliens are invading NYC, and Bucky’s out there helping, right in the middle of the danger zone because of course he is.

There’s a fight going on, and a bunch of freaks in weird suits seem to be fighting the aliens, but Bucky doesn’t have much time to focus on anything other than all the people in dire need of medical attention. He does what he can to help, grabs the first metal bar he can find and fights only the aliens getting in his way, and works himself to exhaustion. Then there’s a blast, and it sends a man flying right into the wall next to him.

“Hey, you okay?” Bucky asks, rushing to help him, and though Bucky could’ve sworn the blow was hard enough to crush anyone’s ribs, he’s surprised to see the man–who must’ve been on his way to a costume party–stand up practically unscathed.

He’s got broad shoulders and a strong jaw and eyes of the prettiest shade of blue Bucky’s ever seen, and even with his face covered in soot and grime and blood, Bucky’s heart skips a beat.

For a few seconds the man seems a bit disoriented, then he finally registers Bucky’s presence. “What are you doing here?? Get out of the streets!”

“I was–” Bucky starts, and is cut off by an explosion right above their heads and a bunch of debris raining down on them, and a hand shoving him aside.

When he comes to, which is a surprise in itself, the dust has started to clear, and the man who’s clearly saved his life is carrying him as if he weighed nothing, concern in those beautiful eyes and a big, warm hand pressed tenderly against Bucky’s neck, checking for a pulse.

He locks eyes with Bucky and sighs in relief, the hint of a smile on his plush lips, but the hand remains where it is. “Hi,” he says. “You all right?”

“Y-yeah… Thank you,” Bucky replies, but he doesn’t move to free himself of the man’s arms. His stomach is doing something weird, and the man surely has other people to rescue, but for a few seconds they both just stay there, shell-shocked and staring at each other like the world around them has stopped.

Then something blows up nearby, and the spell is broken.

Carefully, the man helps him to his feet, makes sure Bucky’s in one piece, and then says, “Find shelter, okay? Stay inside.”

Bucky’s not planning to, but he can’t find it in him to tell that to this incredible man, so he slowly licks his lips and nods. Before turning around to leave, the man offers him a small, shy smile.

- - - - -

During the next few weeks after the Chitauri attack on NYC, every single piece of footage of the Avengers fighting against the aliens and helping civilians goes viral. Phone videos, security cameras, blurry pics.

The most popular, by far, is a snapshot of Captain America carrying a guy, who can be seen fighting aliens and helping people in other videos, bridal style, thumb caressing his jaw, and both looking like lovestruck teenagers.

Bucky can’t go to the grocery store or even do his job without being stalked by the paparazzi or Cap’s groupies or just random people wanting to know what his Avenger name is, and for how long he’s been dating Captain America.

- - - - -

“You’ve ruined my life!!” Bucky tells him, because of course, of course Captain America would pick Bucky’s park for his morning run. Of course Bucky’d slip on wet leaves on the pavement precisely this morning, and of fucking course Captain America would just happen to be around to catch him at just the right time. Bucky’s seeing red.

“I’m sorry,” Captain America says, and it’s extremely unfair just how genuine and how much like a kicked puppy he looks.

Christ, Bucky wants to punch him.

- - - - -

Steve’s been living in PR hell.

He’s spent the past weeks “saving” girls and boys alike from getting hit by a bicycle, or fainting, or a fuckton of equally stupid shit.

The second anyone spots Captain America, there’ll suddenly be some kind of dangerous situation going down, and someone hoping Cap will carry them bridal style to safety and maybe fall head over heels in love with them in the process.

Steve is tired and done and ready to get back in the ice for another few decades, and shares Pepper’s worries that someone might actually put themself in real danger soon.

“We should handle this before it gets worse,” Nat says. And Steve agrees, of course, but he just doesn’t know how.

“Just marry the guy,” Clint suggests.

Steve almost chokes to death on his own spit.

“WHAT?”

Clint shrugs. “Why not? Half the world already thinks you’re dating…”

“Clint, he hates me…”

“Only cause people keep pestering him about this. If you two get married it’ll be a circus, but then it’ll blow over. He can’t even do his job right now, right? So you pay the guy for the trouble, yadda yadda, then when this is over you two get a quick divorce, and that’s it. Problem solved.”

For two minutes, no one else opens their mouth. Then:

“He’s got a point…”

“Tony, no,” Steve whines.

“You saw the footage, how he was helping those civilians… If you have to marry someone, he’s not a bad candidate,” Nat says, and then smirks. “Plus, he’s cute.”

Steve already knows he’s lost this battle, but that doesn’t help him feel any better about this. Yes, he’s cute. Yes, he’s a brave and kind and smart guy. Yes, Steve could very easily pretend to be married to him for a while and yes it’d help them both. None of that’s the problem.

The problem is that he kind of really likes the guy.

The problem is that the guy hates him.

This is a really, really bad idea.

HAPPY EASTER!!♡ U( ˃ㅅ˂ ✿)U

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I’m happy right now, so I’m nervous 
Because there’s always the calm before the storm
Because I don’t want to be set on fire and burn quickly
I’m cheering for love 

what if we just stole NO cars and took the bus

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5x22: the gift  (buffy walks up the stairs, away from spike)
6x03: after life  (buffy walks down the stairs, towards him)

[FREAKIN BORING]