everything they do just makes me smile

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😘 talk about your crush or partner

• my boyfriend is hobi 😩😩😩 I love him so much I admire how talented he is and how dedicated he is to improving his skills eem tho he is already a fucking KING!!! The way he talks the way he walks the way he carries himself makes me so weak like that rlly is my guy 😔 and have u heard my guy sing???? VOCAL KING omg he is so good at everything it’s not eem funny. You what else is cute ???? U notice how when he’s laughing he starts to clap bitch I be smiling so hard 💀💀💀 and his skin is so beautiful MY GLO BOI!!!!!! I just love my guy

🎁 what never fails to make you happy?

•Hobi 👅👅👅

🐇 what do you always daydream about?

•Being with hobi 👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅

list of things girls do that make me 10xs gayer:

  • when you do something silly and you laugh it off but they r also laughing and i just… thank u for cleansing my soul with ur beautiful laugh
  • when they genuinely smile at you and ur just thinking “what good deed did i do to deserve this blessing”
  • when theyre talking about something they like and they get excited and tell you everything about it and its so pure
  • did i mention their laughs? girls laughs are all pure and amazing
  • when they do literally anything
  • girls are all so wonderful
  • i love girls
  • you are all literally so beautiful ok
  • all of you
  • i love girls so much
  • this post 100% includes trans girls you are all wonderful
  • and excludes t//e//r//f//s / t//w//e//r//f//s and s//w//e//r//f//s yall can choke

K so some of my favorite posts here are the “humans are weirder than aliens” ones, and I just thought of something tremendous

Background Music

Aliens have managed to advance because they hyper focus on everything they do, but are completely baffled by our ability to multitask. They are stunned that we listen to music when working, cause they would hyper focus on the music and nothing else. Or humans work on stuff while having on conversation and still know what the conversation is about even while half listening.

Imagine aliens not understanding the concept of short attention spans

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#everything about this makes me smile #the fact that a marvel femslash ship was brought up #at a popular kick ass female panel #the fact that the panelist #did some research up on the show #and cartinelli must have prominently come up #and drawn enough attention # for it to spark interest # as well as hayley’s lovely reaction with her cute smile #and then gal gadot (aka fucking wonder woman) also smiling #a m a z i n g

I fell in love with you, but you don’t love me back. I don’t know what to do anymore. I live for you. Every morning I wake up, for you. I laugh for you, I smile for you, I do my best, for you. But I guess everything I did, for you, wasn’t good enough. Now I have two choices, I can give up and have my love for you die with me, or I can try harder to make you find some interest in me. Right now, one of those choices is more appealing than the other.
—  i’m thinking i should just give up
PSA

As a writer in the fanfiction community, there is something that has been bothering me for a while now and I think it’s time I finally address it. Often, I hold back my opinions and thoughts on the internet because I want to be that blog that people can come to when they’re having a hard day just to smile. But lately, I’ve been so tired. 
Writing has been something that I’ve been doing since I was little. It’s been something that I can do to wind down, something that takes my mind off of the pressures of life and to just create a world where everything can be good and pure. Often I even like to base my own stories around my experiences, just to get my midnight thoughts out. I love sharing them with you guys. The feedback is something that gets me through the day and something that makes me feel like I can get through anything. 
But. Lately, there has been something on my mind as some of you may have seen the past few days when I uploaded my most recent fic. It’s not something that would typically bother me at all, but this time, it’s been overwhelming with the amount of feedback I’ve gotten, and while it’s all been good feedback, it’s not been necessarily positive. Instead of streams of messages saying how much people liked my fic, I’ve gotten an overwhelming amount of people demanding me for a sequel. Sometimes people have completely skipped over the whole ‘wow i liked this thing you did a great write’ and went straight to ‘if you dont make a sequel i will seriously delete my account’. While I appreciate the intent of the message, it doesn’t make me feel very good. It makes me feel even worse when I’ve had to put a message in the author’s note of the fic not to pressure me for a sequel, as well as make many posts about the same topic, and people completely disregard it. And not because they haven’t seen my messages either. 
My fics for the phandom are gifts for everyone. I don’t get paid to write, no matter how much I wish I did. I have a life outside of the phandom. I attend full time at a university where I put all of my time and effort into writing research papers that are up to 20 pages long, while working full time as a waitress at a restaurant just to pay off my ridiculously expensive tuition. Things are stressful. Life is stressful. And writing is usually a way that I can escape all of that. 
This is why I’m so upset about it, I guess. Because when I write, I try to escape all of the pressures of life. And while I understand completely that posting on the internet will come along with bad things, I also don’t really think that justifies pressuring authors for more content when they are just trying to write things that they enjoy. 
My dearest friend @insanityplaysfics has written a post like this, which you can find here. Ever since she posted that, she’s been getting hate telling her she’s a bad writer and nobody would care if she deleted. This is unacceptable and makes me ashamed to be a part of this community that can be so full of hate towards people who are trying to escape life by doing something they love.
Appreciate writers. Appreciate artists. Appreciate everybody who gives the community content without ever asking for anything in return. Without them, there would be no fandoms. 
I guess in the end what I’m trying to say is just to please spread positivity to everybody who gives you the fanfic that you read. Pressuring fic writers or artists to write something that they don’t necessarily want to write is not the way to go and is actually extremely toxic. It makes wonderful people delete their blogs and makes their safe place not so safe anymore. We have lives and jobs and school and writing/making art is so very hard.
I’m half asleep because it’s two in the morning but I hope this didn’t come out in the wrong way. I love you all. I’m just very tired.

I scrolled past this post again, and I can’t stop staring at this gif.

That was JIBcon 2014, when Jensen was doing a panel and he started to seem really pretty frustrated and unhappy with the stuff he’d been given to do. This was his face:

Somebody with the staff noticed and ran and grabbed Misha, sending him out on stage like a human mood booster. He immediately did this:

Jensen’s whole demeanor entirely changed, he looked a bit flustered and started smiling.

So just looking at the above hugging gif makes me emotional because he’s just relaxing his whole body into Misha like he’s so relieved to have him there, like his tension is just melting away and everything is better. 

He certainly seemed plenty happier as they played out the scene from Hitch, didn’t he?

The Best Medicine (Ginny/Mike)

Look, I just love jealous!mike, especially now that he recognizes his feelings. Tiny cameo by Omar because he is a precious bean. Dedicating to @tacos and @gosselaars because stupid anons don’t get to bring us down.


The sharp sound of Ginny’s laughter across the room catches Mike’s attention, no subtlety to the way his head snaps up in her direction.

She’s over on one of the clubhouse couches, watching something on the tablet in her hands, eyes bright and brimming with tears. Her laughter continues and the sound alone would normally be enough to put him in a good mood.

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Give me Sirius Black and a Slytherin

Originally posted by it-is-just-the-begining

  • Give me Sirius Black and a Slytherin
  • Give me a girl that confuses him from the start
  • Because she looks like money and prejudice but talks better trash than everyone in the room
  • Give me a girl that Sirius can’t ignore, because even though she’s a Slytherin, and a pure blood
  • she still makes him twitch when she looks at him and bites her lip
  • Give me a girl that Sirius fights with just so that he can stand close to her
  • A girl that cheats on exams and lets her minions do her dirty work
  • A girl that only speaks words with hard, blunt edges
  • A girl that’s everything he hates and somehow all he wants, too
  • A girl that, for all her arrogance, is brave enough to look evil in the eye and smile
  • Brave enough to stay in a poisonous, terrifying world because she knows that’s where she can make a difference
  • Because there are innocent people trapped in that world that she needs to protect
  • A girl that will catch him off guard in the night, and with a wand to his neck pass him information that could win the war
  • A girl that will kiss like a firework and leave before he can say goodbye
  • A girl that will show him there is both light and dark inside us all
So last night...

So I was cosplay as Sans last night on Omegle, enjoying myself and playing around with different Undertale fans. I saw like, two dicks. Neither were impressive or wanted. 

But one thing really got me in the heart, and that was a little girl. She didn’t look more then 7…8 years old, right? Real small, braided hair, big eyes and everything.

At first, I started up on the chat with her like I would, making a peace sign and waving, and she literally flipped her shit. She started screaming and giggling and waving at me like, “SANS!! SANS!! Hi!! I didn’t know you were real!!” And all I could literally do was laugh and smile like a dumbass under this hot rubber mask.

So right when I say hi and all the casual Sans things, she jumps up, telling me to wait just a sec and that, “I have something that makes me part skeleton just like you!” She bolts off and I just wait, cause I’m not gonna click off randomly while she’s so excited. She comes back like, five minutes later with a big bottle of ketchup. I start giggling and giving her thumbs up and just- reacting to everything she says!

But then, a wave of protective instinct starts washing over me- Like, even while she’s talking to me, I cant stop listening even when my own girlfriend is calling! ((I’m super sorry about that @strife-kind!)) I start telling myself, “You know, there are a bunch of nasty, horrible people on here who would take advantage of this little girl. Fuck that noise, I’m gonna stay on here till she falls asleep.”

I literally stayed up till 3am talking and chatting with this little girl, and she starts yawning and mumbling and I’m like “Hey, kiddo. It was awesome talking to you- youre such an awesome human kid! But uh- maybe you should head to bed. Kids like you need lots of rest to kill monsters like me.” And she just smiles dopily and nods, before blowing me a kiss and I catch it. She ends the chat, and I go one round around the bend to make sure she’s in bed and not still chatting. She’s not, and I’m happy.

The next person I talk to literally was the cutest kid, looked about 12 years old. He started implying I was in love with Toriel and I, playing along, started blushing and pulled my hood over my head and crossed my arms, the whole thing. He makes me PROPOSE to her and I did! I drew a paper board in bone letters asking if she will marry me, and when “Toriel” said yes, he literally flipped out and started giggling madly. Cutest kid ever. Sorry to say he had to get off before I could wish him a good night, but man…

Protective Sans syndrome just….WOOSH.

  • Person: Dan, your last video...I relate
  • Dan: What do you relate to from my last video? Millions of people laughing at everything you do that goes wrong? Because if that does happen to you, well that means that there's lots of people out there that love and respect you - and whilst you're looking at all the cyber bullying, you do a weep eternally and you think "I've just formed all these memories with lots of people and it makes me feel so happy, that my life - my job, is making other people smile..And in doing so; they remind me, not to take myself too seriously and just never stop constantly keeping me down to earth, by making sure that I'm physically dragged there all the time - and surely, is there anything more worth appreciating?" Who knows..

“So Molly Hooper,” Sherlock sets down the pint I’ve just bought him and brushes the foam off his top lip. I wait for him to continue, but he doesn’t have a little speech planned it seems, because he just smiles at me. Waiting. 

“Erm.” I take a long swallow of my own pint. Then another. 

Concern and amusement mingles on Sherlock’s face, “Everything all right?” He sips again. 

I thunk my pint down on the bar and make that little false laugh I’m trying to stop doing, “Oh yes. Erm. I just. Have something to tell you. I’m thinking how.” 

Sherlock turns bodily in his chair to face me, clasping his hands under his chin and fixing both eyes on mine, “Yes? I’m listening. Something troubling you?”

“No!” that was a bit loud, I think. Cough a little and sip my pint again. “No, just. Something I’ve just sort of. Just worked out. And I’ve got to tell someone, and I don’t know when or how it happened, but. Erm. You’re sort of my best friend, so.” 

Sherlock raises his eyebrows and smiles, “Oh indeed? Well, I’m all ears.” 

“And figuring it out had a lot to do with. Well. Hope you don’t mind my saying. I mean. It wasn’t very like but. Anyway. If I hadn’t ever known you, I’m not sure I would. Erm. Well.” I cough again, just so I can lower my face. Maybe that will account for the blush, too. I’m fairly sure I’m blushing. 

“The ends of these sentences must be very important, Molly. I’m afraid I don’t follow you.” 

Blow out a beery little breath, then sip from my pint again. It’s half gone by now. “I. I’m. I. I like women. Only. I’m a. I. I’m gay,” the last in a whisper, followed by a weird little giggle that I can’t quite swallow. I chance a glance up at Sherlock. 

He’s beaming at me. I’ve never seen him look so pleased. “Well!” he taps his pint glass against mine, “Welcome aboard!” 

I burst out laughing at that, and Sherlock grins and grins watching me. “Thanks,” I tell him, still giggling. I take another long draw on my pint and hiccough. “I’m a lesbian,” I say quietly, trying it out. 

“Congratulations!” Sherlock grins at me, then leans over the bar, trying to catch eyes with the barman. “So many of the best people are.” 

So. I’ve been quite obsessed with Yuri!!!on Ice lately, and my blog is not even about yoi, but i really need to post this.
Maybe i’m overanalizing this scene, but hear me out.
I want you guys to look closely at Victor’s right arm.
At the end of this sequence, he is skating backwards. And his body follows him.
Everything but his right arm.
It just stay there, it doesn’t move as the rest of the body. And what does that mean?
In what situation does a body do that?
When you’re pulling someone towards you.
Plus, we can say that he’s looking at somethig (someone?) right in front of him. (and that little smile he makes? 💗)
I would like to add too that in a promo like eight months ago, you can also see Yuuri in an ice rink with the same lighting, skating. Idk guys, but to me it seems like something that would explode in our faces for having it but not noticing.
So yes, I firmly believe that he will skate “Stay close to me” with Yuuri, maybe in Hasetsu. We’ll see.
Again, maybe I’m overanalizing. But I wanted to share because I’m so hopeful for this to finally happen.
(is my grammar ok? hope it’s ok. I’m just a poor foreign fanboy with so much to share)

EDIT: I just fixed something. This scene was actually in ep 1. In the promo what you can see is Yuuri dancing, but not Victor. Still, they seem related because of the lighting and the perform they are making.
I’m really fucking in love with you. How many hints do I need to drop to make you believe it? I love when you smile and when your eyes land on me in a crowded area. Even if it means nothing to you, it’s everything to me. You mean so much to me, when I tell you, you don’t understand or you avoid it. Please don’t, tell me its okay but don’t fake it. I don’t say ‘I love you’ or ‘I care about you’ just to make words come out of my mouth. Understand that I genuinely have feelings for you.
—  Nothing is changing
I know life can be hard...

I know that there are low moments,

Moments that make you want to cry. 

It might feel like everything is over, 

And that you have lost. 

I know there are times you want to give up, 

And just let go,  

But remember that it gets better.

There will be happy moments, 

Moments that make you want to dance, 

Moments that make you want to laugh, 

Or hug, 

Or just smile. 

But either way, it does get better!

So feel sad, it’s ok. 

But don’t forget to be happy. 

There are people that love you (like me)! 

Embrace your wonderfully brilliant flaws, 

Do something that’s terrifying, 

Maybe just do a dance, 

Or even just climb out of bed. 

Either way, remember that it does get better. Wait to see it. 

Jasper Hale/Cullen Imagine

Can you please make an twilight Imagine about Jasper and Y/N ? She is his mate and he will do everything for her and is very overprotective and maybe he bites her because she don’t want to live without him (like Bella) … I Hope you make a Long Imagine .. Please (:

“You have to accept this,” Jasper told you as he lead you, a and over your eyes, outside the house.

“Just you saying that makes me worry,” you laughed. Jasper counted down from 3 and removed his hand from you eyes. “I cannot take this!” A brand new black SUV sat in front of you.

“I told you you have to…because I can’t take it back.” He smiled largely at you. “It’s our three year anniversary and this is your gift.”

“This shoots my gift for you out of the water.” You felt defeated.

You and Jasper had met a little over three years ago once Alice had found her true mate and moved on. Jasper, although sad, understood that she had to be with her true mate and, as he put it, he was lucky because that’s how he met you. You were at a bar the night you two met. You’d finished a great week and were sitting in a booth by yourself when he came and stood next to you. “Mind if I sit here?”

“Not at all.”

“I’m Jasper,” he said timidly.

“Y/N,” you shook his hand. You two sat and talked until about 2 am. “I better be going,” you said reluctantly.

“Want me to walk you to your car?” You said you’d be alright and politely rejected. You were just about to your car when a man came around the shadow of the other side.

“Pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone,” you could smell the liquor on his breath.

“I’m fine. Almost to my car,” you tried to walk around him.

“Why don’t I take you to my car instead,” he grabbed your wrist and tried to drag you away from your car.

Before you could finish saying “Hands off” he was flung off of you. “You hear the lady,” Jasper was by your side in a second rushing you into your car and getting in the passenger side quicker than you thought possible. In the emotional drive back to your house he confided in you the secrets of his life. “Why aren’t you scared…or nervous…or anything?”

“Not sure,” you shrugged. Ever since then he’d been your wonderful, overprotective, boyfriend.

“So,” he brought you back to the present time. “When do I get my gift?”

“Give me on second. Meet me on the deck?” The deck overlooked the beautiful scenery of the place you and Jasper had rented for the weekend. You ran off and grabbed the box that you had hid in of of your many suitcases and stashed under your bed. You found Jasper sitting at the table out on the deck. When he heard you open the door his eyes turned from the sunset to you. “Happy anniversary,” you slide him the box.

He opened the top and unravel the tissue paper. He remained silent when he saw what was in the box. Worry overcame you and you tried to explain the gift, “You’ve always told me so much about your time in the war and I know that was the biggest point in your life so…” You didn’t know what else to say.

“How did you find this?” He was entranced on the name ‘Whitlock’ that was sewn onto the jacket’s pocket.

“A lot of digging around,” you admitted. Before you could register what was going on you were cradled in his arms with his lips on yours. “I love it,” he said when he left your lips. “I can’t believe you found that. Original badges and everything,” he looked it over again. “You’re right,” he said making you confused. “Going to this war was the biggest point in my life. But, now, meeting you is. I don’t know where I’d be without you and, I know I already got you something, but,” he shrunk down on one knee. “Y/N Y/L/N, will you do me the greatest honor of my life and be my wife?”

“Yes,” with tears in your eyes to hugged him and let him put the ring on your finger. “There’s one more thing I want before that though.” He looked up at you. “You have to turn me.” You could see him thinking in the look in his eyes. Finally, he smiled at you.

“I’m not Edward. It’s not that hard to convince me to spend eternity with you,” he laughed and brought you in for another kiss.

9

I came back here, on tumblr, with hopeful updates! 

Just like Azusa, probably even more, Komaeda is most beloved character of mine. He making me melt, when he smiling, makes me mad, then doing weird things again, gives me hope and brings me to despair, he stirred up all my feelings, he is my breath and sun. He is everything I need to be alive.
So I gave whole myself to this photoshoot and looking at result, I can be proud of myself.
Hope you like it the same as I do.Also, all photos were done at the same day Zetsubou-hen arc in anime started. Such a lucky coincidence, isn`t it?