come-and-go

tatelester  asked:

i plan to bleach my hair tomorrow, but only the bottom half. i’ve done it before, but now that i’ve had it cut shorter most of the blonde has come off so i’m going to redo it. the thing is last time i did it, the part that i bleached last wasn’t as blonde as the rest so whenever i would dye it pink that part would always fade within a few days. i’m worried it’s not going to come out even and that it’ll end up how it did last time.

could you or anyone else give me some tips so it won’t come out uneven?

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The only time i bleached my hair was when my mom did it for me :( sorry babe

My 26 yr old sister still says things out loud like ‘ermagerd’ and ’___ ALL the things!’ Like…is that what’s gonna happen to me?am I going to be 30 still saying stupid shit like O shit waddup! Are all the youngins gonna be embarrassed by my use of outdated memes….how long until I myself am not Hip With It….how long until I am no longer a trendy memer…

Why waste time searching for the faces I used to know when in all reality, I now couldn’t single them out in a crowd. People come and go, times change and so do the ones that surround us. We grow apart. So much so that what we thought we knew becomes unrecognizable, because what we thought we knew isn’t what we know now. The people we thought were ours just end up becoming a part of the crowd. Yes, people come and people go. Even so, I’m glad I got a moment with you despite all the odds.
Something that the sonic franchise has taught all of us, but never noticed

Sonic through out the past 26 years has taught us a lot of life lessons. 

I dont think I need to name them off. just think of one.


There is one BIG life lesson that is never really noticed. but I have recently noticed. I will say; Its a sad life lesson that a lot of us can relate to.


This life lesson is the one where

 friends do come and go


Think about all of the friends sonic has met through out the 26 years he has been around. he has lost a lot of them


even to the point where they become strangers


or sometimes life just drifts them apart


or they just someone you just meet along your journey of life



Even though life is short. you should still enjoy every little moment around those you love


because one day…. you might have to say good bye

anonymous asked:

i love come and go! i was wondering what are some of your convan headcanons, if you're okay with sharing

hello sorry for not answering sooner!! I was really excited about this ask and then I realized I didn’t have any head canons! I’ve never done this before so sorry if this is not what you had in mind!  

1) Evan and Connor are big ol dorks at heart. Evan keeps being surprised by it bc Connor is v Dark and Mysterious and seems like he doesn’t care, but Connor is like “??? I’ve been wearing the same sweatshirt for three weeks? I’m a mentally ill teenage boy of course I like Star Wars”

2) Connor and Evan were both shy kids with Issues growing up so they both missed a lot of school and thus have a weird nostalgia for daytime television from days of being home sick. They watch The Price is Right when one of them is having a bad day. Evan is very good at guessing prices. Connor is more “How much could one banana cost honestly? 5 dollars???” Sometimes they go grocery shopping together and Connor makes Evan guess the prices of things, and Evan’s so busy trying to guess right that he forgets to be anxious about not putting his change back into his wallet fast enough and making everyone behind him on the check-out line angry 

3) Connor is really into those conspiracy theory youtube videos and Evan is NOT but tries very hard to be. He’s just Not Good at being a conspiracy theorist though bc he’s actually v scientifically minded. Connor is like “the moon is fake!!!!” and Evan is like “yes haha ur definitely right but also you are joking right? like just to confirm? you know the moon is real? maybe we should go to a museum some time? or a library?” 

4) Connor gets into a habit of sending blurry, bad pictures of leaves he finds on the ground to Evan, zero context, no accompanying message. When Evan sends him back “???” he asks “what kind of leaf is it?” And Evan says that his forest expertise doesn’t extend to identifying blurry cellphone pics of leaves but it’s probably a maple. And Connor says “Is that a good kind?” and Evan says “yes?” Jared looks over his shoulder and sees the leaf pic and accuses them of sexting. Evan protests that that’s not funny, Jared, but Connor keeps sending him bad pictures of leaves and Evan keeps saving them into a folder on his phone despite himself 

She was a goddess with the ability to come and go without a trace. She was there, talking to me, then gone. Without a trace. I never knew when she would come, or go, but I couldn’t wait for one, and felt so lonely with the other. She was an evasive goddess. Never to be felt with the touch, only with her spirit. Was she ever really here?

Zenyatta and Doomfist absolutely have a Professor X-Magneto relationship. Zen visited Akande when he was in prison and they played chess and made oblique metaphors at each other and Genji stood in the background and sulked.

I want you to want me

“Wait, no, let’s take the other corridor.”

“But that will take so much longer!”

“I don’t care. Come on!”

Draco ignored Pansy’s pouting and dragged her along. What were the teachers thinking, hanging up all these mistletoes around the castle? There were so many, it was so hard to avoid them all. Also, it was only November 17th! Couldn’t they at least have waited until December?

Cursing under his breath, Draco turned to the corridor that was still mistletoe-free. Well, at least it had been this morning.

“Oh, come on,” Draco groaned as he suddenly found himself and Pansy standing beneath a gigantic ladder. Filch was on top of it, fumbling with the fateful plant Draco had come to loathe.

Since he was a child, he had been very superstitious. Ignoring the mistletoe wouldn’t do it. It was bad luck. And Pansy knew this very well, judging from her smug expression. She had been taught the same by her parents, but, unlike Draco, she chose to try her luck. At least she usually did.

“Well, go on,” she said, grinning at him. Exhaling loudly, Draco pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous,” he grumbled.

“I’m waiting.” Pansy’s grin only widened when Draco huffed and blew his hair out of his face.

“Alright, alright.” He leaned over to her reluctantly, but panicked, when she suddenly closed her eyes. She couldn’t be serious! Dear Merlin! Hastily, he planted his lips on her left cheek and immediately started walking again. There! Surely that would count!

“Hey! Draco,” he heard Pansy call after him. Nope, he would keep walking! He would keep walking and avoid these bloody mistletoes this time! Getting back to the Slytherin common room couldn’t be that impossible!

“… no, I remember you specifically told me- Ouch!”

“Hey, watch where you’re going!” Rubbing his nose, Draco glowered at the person he had just collided with. The Weasel. With Granger in tow. Magnificent!

You bumped into me,” Weasley said in an accusing tone.

“Whatever, Weasel! Now get out of my-”

“Oh, mistletoe,” Granger interrupted him, pointing at the ceiling.

You’ve got to be kidding me!

Draco looked up, then back at the other two standing in front of him. Oh, damn it!

“Come on, let’s just go,” Granger said, taking Weasley’s hand.

“We can’t,” he whispered. “We have to kiss.” Granger rolled her eyes at him, but Weasley’s face turned serious. “No, we really have to kiss. It’s bad luck if we don’t.”

Huh. Weasley wasn’t as dumb as he looked after all. With an exasperated sigh, Granger pulled him down and kissed him for much longer than was necessary. When Draco cleared his throat, they finally stopped.

“What, you want one, too?” Weasley asked, arching his eyebrows.

“Well, I was standing under the damn thing, too, wasn’t I?”

Understanding hit Weasley’s face and Draco would have loved to take a step forward and slap him. His dumb face was just so infuriating. Before Draco could do anything, however, Granger shoved her boyfriend and he stumbled forward.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Weasley asked, turning his head.

“Well, obviously, you two are the ones with the superstitions. And I already kissed you, so you can go and kiss him.” The way she said it was so nonchalant, it made Draco gape at ther. Okay, so he definitely didn’t want to kiss her. But did she understand how revolting it would be to kiss the Weasel? Well, of course not. She did it willingly. On a regular basis. Yuck!

When Weasley turned back around to Draco, his face was so pale, Draco thought he might faint.

“Ugh, let’s just get this over with,” Draco murmured.

“No, please, Hermione, no, please don’t make me do this!”

“I’m not making you do anything! You were the one who said you have to kiss under the mistletoe.”

“She’s right,” Draco said through gritted teeth. He closed the gap between them and wrinkled his nose. “Just… hold still.” Draco placed both his hands on Weasley’s shoulders and tried to ignore the way his bottom lip was quivering. His lips looked very chapped.This was going to be worse than he had thought!

If he hadn’t already cheated when he had kissed Pansy on the cheek, Draco would have done the same with Weasley. But he couldn’t cheat fate twice in one day! Ugh!

Just a quick peck. Light. Very light. Lips barely touching. Yeah, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? Ugh, if only it weren’t Weasley!

“Merlin, Malfoy, just do it already,” Weasley groaned. Clicking his tongue once, Draco stood up on his toes and gave Weasley the quickest kiss in history of all kisses.

“Ugh! Now excuse me, I need to go wash my mouth,” Draco declared and started hurrying off.

“Ron. Ron? Are you okay? Are you crying? Oh, you’re gagging. Come on, stop it!” Granger’s voice slowly died down behind him as Draco ran down the stairs to the Dungeons. No, wait, he couldn’t walk down that corridor. There were at least three bunches of mistletoe down there. The one on the left had only one. That he knew of. And he’d have to walk through half the castle again. But one was still better than three. Okay then.

As he walked, Draco kept his eyes to the ceiling. He wouldn’t let himself get into another situation like that. Yuck! Weasley! Disgusting! He’d probably never forget it. November 17th, the day he had kissed Ron Weasley. Why? Why??

He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and began running when he spied the bunch of mistletoe he had been dreading. Luckily, no one else was in the corridor. Heaving a sigh of relief, Draco slowed down when he suddenly heard footsteps approaching.

“Potter!” Draco narrowed his eyes. “Wandering the corridors all alone?”

Why couldn’t it have been Potter? Why couldn’t he have bumped into him under the mistletoe? This really wasn’t fair! Draco was doing everything, but still he had the worst luck! This was just infuriating! And honestly, it was kind of Potter’s fault he’d had to endure kissing Weasley. If Potter had been with his stupid friends, it might have gone very differently.

“Why aren’t you with the rest of your little trio? Tired of being the third wheel?”

Potter blinked.

“I am, actually.”

“Oh.”

This was no fun when Potter was being honest.

“What about you? You look a bit ill. Are you okay?”

Draco tried very hard not to think about his lips touching Weasley’s. This would probably haunt him for a very long time. Instead, he rolled his eyes.

“How sweet. Nice to know the Saviour cares.”

Potter was about to respond, when his gaze fell to the ground.

“What’s that?”

Draco followed Potter’s gaze and almost choked. Was that mistletoe? Growing, actually growing out of the cobblestone while they were standing there? But mistletoe usually grew on trees!

“You can’t be serious,” Draco muttered. This was insane. But… he was with Potter. This would be the perfect opportunity to steal a kiss without having to reveal his feelings for the stupid git. “Ugh, can this day get any worse?” Draco moaned. Yes, yes, act like this is the worst thing that could have happened right now! He watched as Potter slowly examined the plant.

“Is that…”

“Yeah,” Draco said, trying to sound as displeased as possible.

“Oh.”

There was a brief silence, in which they both avoided the other’s eyes.

“Well, since we’re not exactly standing under it… Let’s just ignore it,” Potter babbled. Draco’s heart fell. This was his opportunity! Why was Potter being so difficult?

“We can’t just ignore it. It’s bad luck,” he mumbled. He felt so stupid. Potter was probably seeing right through him. From the corner of his eyes he saw the Gryffindor shuffling his feet, while his eyes were still glued to the ground.

“That’s just some stupid superstition, isn’t it?” Potter said with an arched brow.

“It’s not,” Draco insisted. “People… people have died after ignoring it.” It was utter bollocks. And Potter probably knew it. Draco considered just walking away. Potter was right, they weren’t standing under the mistletoe, so the rules probably didn’t apply here.

“Oh.” Potter paused while Draco suppressed the urge to kick the mistletoe.  “Well, if it’s that serious… we better not risk it.”

Draco’s head snapped up. What? Had Potter just… What?

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the linstead things: when their eyes (even their eyebrows) do the talking #linsteadlooks

I feel like everyone thinks that Keith orders black coffee and Lance gets all of the sweet frappy stuff, but I think it’s the opposite. Lance is the psychopath who drinks the strong bitter coffee, that is blacker than death, and Keith gets the secret menu, Unicorn frappucino, pink and marshmallowy shit.