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Captain Niall Horan, and his ships.

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When you gain an army of new followers overnight.

The Bubbler / Le Bulleur


Bonus:

When you realize you have nothing new to post because you’ve been on hiatus…

it makes me sad to see people dismissing jumin’s affection in the valentine’s day dlc just because he buys so many gifts. 

not everyone expresses their love solely through words or cuddles. sometimes people enjoy picking out items that they think others might like, and enjoy giving gifts as it’s their way of showing how much they care. gifts are not inherently bad, and not inherently a sign that your love is fake or inadequate. 

some people don’t like receiving gifts, and that’s okay! it’s also okay to give gifts if it’s a way to express your love and make others happy! 

disliking jumin’s valentine’s day ending is not the problem. disliking it because you think gifts automatically diminish his feelings is kinda missing the point. 

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cool suave tentacle seeks john 🍆

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TFP Knockout

The dazzling shine of the car is what first catches your attention, but it’s your curiosity that draws you to it. You feel almost compelled to approach the silent, sleek sports car that rests along the side of the steet, illuminated by the nearby streetlights. You’re certain that you’ve never seen this car before, and that puzzles you to no end. You live on this street, after all, and to your knowledge none of your neighbors had gotten a new car. You didn’t recognize it from anywhere else in town either, and with how small a place Jasper is, you’re sure you’d remember a car as nice as this one if you had ever seen it around.

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there's gonna come a time when their opinion doesn't bother you anymore. keep going. you're doing great.
Now that Mark is getting into music...

can we all just say a silent prayer to whatever deity you believe in (if you’re atheist, just pick one for the purposes of this exercise) and ask that Markiplier be introduced to the musical genius of Lin-Manuel Miranda

Just for the record

This is the reaction of someone being acused of having feelings for their sibling

This is the reaction of someone being accused of having feelings for their close friend

(and please remember he just ran out afterwards without giving a clear answer)

anonymous asked:

FRENDO! I have been thinking and I confused myself. I've been seeing a lot of Klance birthday theories but When did Keith officially become a orphan? Because if it was when he was really young don't you think he wouldn't know when his birthday is? Like what if he never had one because he didn't know when it was? Imagine Lance asking when his birthday is and Keith saying "um...I...I don't know"

my dear friend!!! I didn’t read a lot of theories, tbh, but I scoured the net and the official voltron site says Keith became an orphan “at a young age before enlisting in the Galaxy Garrison”. Do they mean he enlisted right after or…? For how long has he lived alone in that shack? Or did someone find him and drag him to the Garrison a la Anakin Skywalker? Oooh, I like this one (even though it’s unlikely, but let me dream).
Imagine a random officer finding by chance a kid, Commander, in a shack in the middle of the desert, all alone!, and subsequently dragging him back to the only civilized place in the entire goddamned desert: luxury school for marvelous minds, the one and only Galaxy Garrison. Imagine the kid being confusedly adopted by the whole team, professors and students alike, coddled and looked after by everyone because the poor thing has big, serious eyes and he never talks much, but he’s bright and asks just the right questions, paddling in between their feet in the simulation room, peeking at screens and stats, unrelentlessly curious about what’s this and that and how does this work? Imagine everyone humoring him, why not, it’s harmless fun, and it’s cute, but then - years later, the kid grows into a stubborn young man, who refuses to hear reasons about required classes and official bullshit. “I learned everything I need to, let me pilot the thing already,” he states plainly, for the hundredth time, until someone finally says what the hell, let him do it - and he’s good, a natural pilot, graceful and in control even without training.
So Commander Iverson lets him enroll officially, he has no reason not to, and the kid starts to train for real, climbing the ranks like it’s nothing - and everyone knows him, it’s Keith, he practically always lived here.

Fast forward to drama, pain, and finding himself with the universe’s destiny on the shoulders, piloting a giant robot lion, Keith has never really thought about his birthday. He simply never had the time or will to, because what’s a date to all the numbers he’s had to drill into his head to become what he is right know?

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It’s incredible to me to see the discussions of Rick and Morty online because most of the people I know in real life just treat it like they would any other show, they like it or they don’t and feel that the only real reason behind it is their personal tastes, not some inherently superior personality type that comes with automatic better taste than The Masses

Which is kinda what I’ve been seeing in a lot of online circles, like, a lot of people think that the Mass Of Simple Peasants hates R&M because they’re too idiot moron stupid to appreciate it, and that they themselves are part of the Elite Few Galactic Brains who are capable of understanding and appreciating it

And then there’s also a lot of people who feel the opposite, that the Simple Mass of Peasants all love R&M because it appeals to their idiot moron stupid nature and that they are part of the Elite Few Galactic Brains who are able to see how mediocre it is and not partake in such pedestrian nonsensery

It’s just so wild to me that every pretentious exhausting nerd I’ve ever met either really loves or really hates Rick and Morty and they all think they’re the biggest geniuses in the world for coming to that conclusion, when most people just Like It or Don’t, and don’t care enough either way to Pat Themselves On The Back for being the Smartest Boy In Class. I don’t care if people like it or hate it, I really don’t, but it takes a special kind of egotistical to put yourself in the special genius club and then say that’s the reason you feel how you feel about the cartoon where one guy does a half-assed impression of back to the future to himself for half an hour every week

lmaoo remember when you had no patience and used to message me EVERY week asking for it to be posted until I threatened to block you? lmaoo remember when you thought that telling me you unfollowed me was going to bother me? Good riddance, I don’t want an impatient, rude person like you on my blog, and I feel so sorry for the other blogs you follow lol. Why don’t you try writing the mafia au yourself? Then you’ll see how hard it is to put a story together! Do you think I write for the sole purpose of making people like YOU happy? No, I don’t. So, try writing it yourself, or better still, just get off tumblr. I’ve blocked you, so don’t try coming back. Goodbye ~ I’d love to see where your manners get you in life.

Thinking of Gladnis Beauty and the Beast AU, what about these:

Disney’s Tangled, except it’s a Gladio x Noctis.

Disney’s Enchanted, except it’s a Noctis x Ignis.

Disney’s Aladdin, except it’s a Prompto x Noctis.

Disney’s Cinderella except it’s either a Prompto x Noctis or a Prompto x Ignis.

Disney’s Little Mermaid except it’s a Prompto x Noctis.

Disney’s Hercules except it’s a Gladio x Ignis or a Gladio x Prompto.

Disney’s Sleepy Beauty except it’s…anything involving Noctis.


This is a mere joke, but if anyone ever does any of those, please do tell me, haha.

i just saw another positivity post about progress, and not giving up, and how when you start a thing you’re always bad, but you should keep going and try again.

and i don’t disagree–it takes a long time to get good at a thing, and if it’s a thing you really want, you should fall over and fuck up as many times as it takes you to get there.

but also, like. you don’t have to. it’s ok to decide that this thing, whatever it is, isn’t what you want to spend the next five years learning. it’s ok to decide that you need a broader underlying skillset or more background knowledge before you can really commit to learning the thing. it’s ok to realise that your personal limitations are such that you’re never going to be able to do the thing. not everything you do has to be a permanent part of your identity.

we’re all fed this idea that we can ~be anything~ if we just try hard enough, and you know what? it’s not always true. it’s not always a just try harder, try again scenario. it’s ok to decide that the thing isn’t making you happy, or that you find it more upsetting than enjoyable. it’s ok to decide that this thing is causing you physical or emotional pain, or that you don’t find it fulfilling, and then just…not do it anymore.

there’s not some inherent moral superiority in never giving up, or in trying again and again and again. you don’t have to keep doing things that make you miserable. maybe in six months you find yourself going, wow, i really miss that thing i used to do. if so, cool, that probably is a just try again situation, and now you can try again! 

but otherwise, there are a million other ways that you could spend your time, and probably one of them would make you happy, so maybe you should go try to find that, instead. 

Because we all know what state JiKook were in when this masterpiece was created…

Stargazing

Ezio Auditore x Reader

On the second day of Edmas, Captain Kenway gave to me…


A warm hand on the small of your back was guiding you through the darkness, your vision blocked by a red sash.

“Just a bit further, amore mio.” His smooth voice spoke from behind you, the sound as beautiful as the gentlest of music.

“It would be easier if you took the blindfold off.” You laughed, blindly following Ezio’s guiding hand.

“Perhaps, but not as fun.” Ezio teased, his hot breath ghosting along the back of your neck.

You shivered, a combination of his closeness and the cold, winter air. Lights were dancing beneath your eyelids, the soft tune of a sweet song echoing into the night air. You could practically feel Ezio’s smile behind you, his pace quickening as you drew closer to whatever surprise he had in store.

“Okay, caro,” he breathed, wrapping his arms around your waist and leaning in close. His chest was pressed tight to your back, his soft hair tickling your shoulder. “You can take it off.”

You smiled at the enthusiasm in his voice, your fingertips gliding along the silky texture of the sash. You peeled it away slowly, your eyelashes fluttering open. A light misting of rain drops ran down on the two of you, Ezio’s heat keeping you warm. Dozens of flickering lights met your gaze, the darkness of night lost in the beauty of the atmosphere. The candles formed a path, red petals littering the ground between each radiant light.

“Ezio,” you murmured, grinning like an idiot. He mirrored your expression, the curve of his lips pressed against your neck.

“Keep walking.” He insisted, disentangling his arms from around you. A shiver ran through your body at the loss of his warmth, his fingers interlacing with your own instead. A new wave of heat spread through you, his contact alone warming your heart.

“Are you bringing me out here to murder me?” You joked lightly, bringing his arm around your shoulders and nuzzling against him.

“You better watch out, dolce cuore,” he warned jokingly, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. The candles, still shining bright, were beginning to burn out, light puffs of smoke breezing through the air. The forest surrounding the both of you was eery, strange noises and rustling branches following the two of you like a creature hunting prey. Ezio’s brown gaze watched you from above, his soft, pink lips curved up in a smile.

“Here,” he signalled, stopping you in the middle of a clearing. The moon shone down upon the both of you, the lights of stars twinkling up above. The gentle bite of wind and light showers no longer bothered you, your eyes focused on the sky.

“It’s beautiful.” You breathed, the stars reflecting in your eyes. So many hopes and so many dreams could be seen in their soft twinkle, the sky like a sea of aspiration. A thousand untold stories were hidden in their sweet sparkle, your hand unconsciously reaching out to trace some of the more visible constellations.

“Yes, you are.” Ezio whispered, his lips against your ear. A delightful shiver ran down your spine, a tingle left where Ezio’s lips had been against your bare skin.

“Ezio.” You groaned playfully, faintly shoving his shoulder. He chuckled, a smooth and soft baritone to your ears.

“I speak only the truth, mia bella.” Your heart warmed at his rich tone, your body automatically seeking out more contact with him. He happily obliged, his head resting atop yours and his hands rubbing patterns up and down your back.

“I hate you.” You muttered, smiling despite yourself. A twitch of his lips brought on his own smile, his palms temporarily pushing you closer into him. He smelled of the fresh rain and roses with a deep undertone of lemony thyme. Your hands tightened around his neck at the familiar scent, your eyes falling shut at the intimacy.

“You wound me.” His voice was barely audible above the pounding of his heart by your ear, his steady breathing bringing it back to normal.

Your lips, pressed tightly against his chest, curved up in a smile when he cuddled closer, seeming to be almost feeding off your contact. He was like this often, reveling in every minute that he got to spend in your arms. Which, sadly, wasn’t nearly enough for you. He’d brought you out here as an apology, of sorts, for not being able to devote every minute with you. Of course, you understood why, but he seemed adamant about making it up to you.

A short burst of wind rustled your clothing, a large exhale passing through his lungs.

“It’s getting colder.” Ezio noted, his tone wistful. “Perhaps we should journey back.”

The thought of having to endure the strange and wild roads for another few days had you gripping onto his back tightly, your body practically being held up by his arms.

“A few minutes longer?” You pleaded, opening your eyes and batting your eyelashes a few times for good measure. At his look of protest, you stuck your bottom lip out, giving him your best impersonation of a needy dog. He broke almost immediately, nodding and pulling you back into an embrace.

“Only a few minutes.” He mumbled, running a hand through your (Y/H/C) locks.

The tug of his skillful fingers had you cuddling even closer to him, your head wedged in between his head and shoulder. You breathed him in, your own fingers dancing along the curve of his spine. Muscles flexed and relaxed beneath your touch, his entire demeanour shifting to something more comfortable and familiar at the feel of your hand on his body.

“Io ti amo.” He said, the ghost of a smile on his lips. There was no desperation or anger or sadness in his tone, just a sweet, honest declaration of love. You smiled, your cheeks almost aching at how wide you’d spread them.

“I love you too.” You replied, the cloth of his robes soft beneath your fingertips.

Something decidedly colder landed on the crown of your head, your body tensing beneath it. Ezio breathed out a laugh, his fingers swiping the offending item from your head. He presented it to you with childish glee, a sole, white snowflake melting on his fingertip.

“It’s snowing.” You giggled, watching the flakes with awe.

They were beautiful, each unique in their own way. You were so lost in your observation of the snowflakes, you failed to see the way Ezio’s eyes lit up with your smile, or the way he fell even more in love with each sweet word that slipped through your lips. He could tell you how he felt over and over again, he could even show you how he felt, but for the moment, he’d rather just watch and fall even further in love with your smile, with your laugh, with you.