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hey @ dreamworks i want lance to realise his bisexuality and also i want him to kiss a cute boy because he deserves it

kind regards


anonymous asked:

You know making me look at bleach ending makes me sadden inside what has kubo done to bleach. But then when i look back into the beginning makes me tear up at how wonderful it was. Im never going to look at bleach the same way again. I wished that i did not spend time reading it for 15 yrs of my life. Still not over it especially how the characters were shafted or missing.

i understand how you feel tbh and i’m sure many others feel the same way. i’ve kind of disassociated 686 with the rest of bl**ch nd now i just see it as what it was intended to be seen: joke of the decade.

Yoooooooooooooo drew Mayumiko for all my mayumiko needs~

maymiko is my otp and totes not because mayu is my fave character (i’m being sarcastic i love him and wish he was more in the anime than just five seconds at the end </3)

Wherever I Am, It’s You.

Summary: In which you went to Earth 2 with Cisco, Barry, and Wells. In a moment of crisis with Reverb, you discover that no matter what earth you find yourself on, Cisco will always love you.

Pairing: Cisco Ramon/Reverb x Reader

Universe: The Flash

Warnings: Death and violence.

Y/N is equivalent to your name. (Highly recommend InteractiveFics, it’s an app for Chrome that replaces Y/N with your actual name!)

A/N: First imagine! Just a quick note to all you lovely readers to let you know that requests are always open and I will be doing Barry/Grant and Cisco/Carlos imagines 99% of the time unless asked otherwise. Also, I always write in past tense, so… enjoy!


The only thing he had ever loved more than power was you. You and the way you laughed and moved and breathed. The way your eyes sparkled when he told you he loved you and how despite all his darkness, you took him into your heart and let him stay.

Although Earth 2 Cisco Ramon was a cruel soul, he had once known what it was like to be in love. He had known what it felt like to have someone who could take away the pain. His one and only weakness was you. Or to be more specific, your Earth 2 counterpart.

Cisco had begged you to stay hidden behind some boxes in the room while he and Detective Iris West and her partner confronted Zoom’s minions. Seeing the desperate look in his eyes, you obliged and now watched on as Cisco came face to face with his evil doppelganger. As soon as Reverb punched Cisco in the face and knocked him to the ground, you couldn’t keep still.

“Cisco!” you choked softly, hoping to not let anyone but him hear you. But that was not the case. 

As your loving Earth 1 Cisco reached for your hand and allowed you to tug him to where you had been hiding, Reverb’s hands dropped to his sides and he stood frozen. As he felt memories flooding him, he turned around and whispered softly.

“Y/N.” His voice was weak and he looked so broken that for a moment you forgot he wasn’t your Cisco. And in that moment you had taken a step towards him, despite your boyfriend’s attempts to hold you back. 

“Cisco.” You spoke gently, and you saw the way hope threaded through him for a moment.

“He killed you, Y/N. Zoom took you from me.” Tears so clearly threatened to spill from his eyes. You step closer, shaking your head. You both ignored the chaos in the background, Killer Frost begging Firestorm to stop attacking The Flash. 

“No,” you whisper while taking his face in your hands. “Honey, I’m okay. I may not be your Y/N, but I’m still okay.” And he nods softly then, a tear slipping down his face, which you wipe away. His arms wrap you up full force, snuggling you into his chest and resting his head on yours, letting his tears fall freely. “No matter what universe I’m in, no matter what Earth I’m on, I’ll always love you, Cisco. Always.” 

He knew how weak he appeared when he softly murmured, “I love you.” He didn’t care, not when he got another chance to hold you and breathe you in. Powers didn’t mean shit if he had you. And you stay that way for a bit until you hear a loud whoosh enter the room. He breaks off from you, worry filling his eyes. 

There stood Zoom, the deathly speedster that everyone was horrified of. First, he killed Firestorm for disobeying him, and then he turned to Reverb, spitting at his patheticness. You clench his hand tight as Zoom yells, “How dare you get distracted from the mission I sent you on. You had one goal, and you let yourself get distracted enough to let the Flash get hurt. Distracted by love. How weak!” Zoom stepped forward, his hand vibrating, ready to phase through your heart. And although Reverb knew it wasn’t truly you, he stepped in front of you quick enough so that his heart was stopped instead. Zoom took off then, the Flash in his grip. 

Reverb fell to the ground, dead and gone. You let out a sob as you fell to the floor with him, Cisco rushing out to hold you. 

“Y/N! Baby,” he cooed, tugging you into him and holding you close. The thought of almost losing you had him shaking as he gripped you tight, your tears bleeding through his shirt. 

Your words were shaky and broken, and you looked up at him and cried, “It felt like I lost you, Cisco. He gave up his life for me because he loved whoever I was here. You gave up your life for me.” Tears keep pouring and you shake hard as you say, “It scares me so much, Cisco. Because I know that you would let yourself die to save me. And I don’t ever want to lose you.” 

Cisco lets his tears fall as he whispers to you reassuringly, “You will never truly lose me. We love each other in every dimension, every universe, every timeline. You are my everything, Y/N. And I do love you enough to die for you, and I know that hurts but you have to accept it. I love you, baby. I love you.” 

You return the words as Cisco pulls you to your feet, kissing you and quickly walking you away from his lifeless doppelganger. 

You stare into emptiness as your love for Cisco consumes you, and you are reminded that everywhere you go, there will always be Cisco, who loves you too much.

highlights of interstellar:

  • the visuals h o l y s h i t
  • a wild matt damon appears
  • everyone’s acting was so on point jesus christ even the child actors
  • do not go gentle into that good night
  • the beards
  • seeing prov jessica chastain do her thing
  • anne hathaway please marry me
  • would you like 55%?
  • absolutely gorgeous costume design
  • my god, it’s full of stars
  • i have discovered that no matter what form it is in, i will still probably want to fuck a robot

4.5/5 Stars.

This is one of the most emotionally satisfying books I’ve read in a long time. The character development is deep — almost to the point of being excessive, but this is the kind of book I love most. I want to know every little thing. The characters in this book are fully drawn; they feel like real people with real fears and real failures and real hopes and real love.

Tuesday Nights in 1980 is about three people in the New York City arts scene whose lives will become inextricably linked, three people who will have to lose everything before they can discover what really matters. There’s James, the peculiar art critic; Raul, the talented young painter; and Lucy, the small-town girl new to the big city.

Prentiss weaves the three storylines together seamlessly, which is not an easy task, especially for a debut writer. Novels like this one can often feel disconnected, but this one is fluid and purposeful.

And yet, strangely enough, this sense of purpose was also one of its only downfalls for me. Fate is a huge theme throughout, and I can appreciate that, but the serendipitous nature of many of the characters’ interactions was the one thing that grated on me. It’s the one thing that edged a little too close to the ledge of sentimentality.

But don’t get me wrong: the good far (far, far) outweighed the bad.

I imagine some may find Prentiss’s prose (the repetition of words and sentences, the stylized excerpts, the poetic cadence) bordering on pretentious; others, like me, will soak up every single beautiful, carefully curated word.

Hell, even as someone who has grown tired of books that take place in NYC, I was intoxicated by the portrait Prentiss painted of the art scene in 1980.

This is the kind of book that will make you want to set aside an entire afternoon, because it demands (and deserves) your undivided attention. I’m so glad I allowed myself to get lost in these beautiful, flawed characters.

I hope this TF medal for the Russian boys put less pressure on the girls and compete more relaxed tomorrow. I hope they finally understand that medals are not everything in life, and discover what really matters at the Olympics and the real important thing of this competition: getting more Instagram followers.