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anonymous asked:

i love the way u write jocasta nu she's like jedi professor mcgonagall. i can totally see her saying "have a biscuit, anakin."

Anakin knew better than to cry. It didn’t ever help. It just made his eyes sting, and if the Masters saw him they would be angry. Masters didn’t like to see you cry. It was probably bad for business.

Or…bad for meditation, anyway. Bad for communing with the Force, maybe. Anakin wasn’t really sure. He never seemed to know the right words to say here.

So it was better not to let the issue come up.

Anyway, Master Obi-Wan was busy right now. Maybe he would be angry later, after Master Tiin told him what Anakin had done, but that was later. So Anakin would have some time to prepare himself, to come up with the best possible apology. Masters liked apologies, as long as you got them exactly right. And Master Obi-Wan was much easier to apologize to than Master Tiin. Usually, he just told Anakin to meditate. That wasn’t so bad. He could think about whatever he wanted, and no one would ever know the difference.

So he would apologize to Master Obi-Wan later. If he said just the right thing, maybe Master Obi-Wan would even smooth things over with Master Tiin. He had last week.

The massive entry of the Temple Archives loomed suddenly before him, and Anakin almost forgot about apologies. He stopped and stared up at the towering door. He couldn’t help it. It was huge and ancient and inside there was more knowledge than he’d ever imagined could be in one place. And Master Obi-Wan had said he could go there whenever he had free time. He didn’t even have to ask.

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God bless Mark Gatiss and his secretive smirk.

“(…) are finally paid off in episode 3, wich features…. lots of extraordinary things I can’t tell you anything about. And possibly, things will never be the same again…”

That fucking smirk. I love Mark Gatiss, I’m ready to worship at his feet. 

That’s it. I’m ready. I’m ready for s4. Bring it. 

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trying to learn to love my huge lips

One positive thing...

I also am pretty active on this one KR Elsword forum; I pretty much write the exact same thing I write here but in Korean? lol I brought up a lot of things that people missed or never cared about and after reading my posts they told me that it sparked their interest in the story again, which they never gave a damn about because they thought Elsword plot was so stupid that it was beyond repair… 

and recently people stopped bitching and moaning about how stupid the inclusion of Rose is?! Some even told me that I changed their perspective on Rose who they hated with a passion lol

A lot of people are contributing more of their opinions and observations to the plot and people pay more attention to little details that we might have overlooked, coming up with theories of their own and

it’s just so exciting

I can’t wait for Ain to fill in all the plot holes :D

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The person who answered the door looked a healthier than Barry probably remembered–eyes actually focused, a bit of color to his cheeks (just a bit, he still looked like death warmed over, but that shit was genetic), a bit more softness to his face that suggested he’d been eating. A few other things had changed, too; once auburn hair was now dyed black, equally dark lipstick, and, of all things, a brightly colored Hawaiian shirt slung over an otherwise all-black outfit. He blinked owlishly at Barry, as though processing if he was actually standing there at his apartment. “Well, shit,” he said finally. “You look like you got hit by five trucks.”

I just have a lot of feelings about Bucky’s memories slowly coming back to him and him sharing them with Sam whenever he remembers something, no matter how small or insignificant the memory is.

Sam’s washing the dishes and Bucky’s drying them, the two of them in companionable silence until Bucky says, “One time my little sister broke one of my ma’s nice china plates and I took the blame for her cause I didn’t want her to get in trouble.” Sam smiles and asks Bucky to tell him more about his sister, so he does.

Sam and Bucky cat-sit for Natasha, and when Bucky’s sitting on the couch with Liho in his lap he remembers, “We used to have a lot of strays in our neighborhood and me and Steve would feed them scraps sometimes but Stevie was so allergic he’d sneeze like crazy if he even got close to one” and that makes both him and Sam laugh.

Bucky and Sam are in the kitchen late at night, trying to decide what kind of tea to make before bed, when Sam suggests peppermint and Bucky’s face twists up, getting that look on his face that means he’s remembering something. “My ma used to make me peppermint tea,” he mutters, but he doesn’t mention that for a while after she died he used to get upset anytime he smelled peppermints because they reminded him of her. Then he’s crying a little bit, doesn’t really know why but for some reason that memory hit him harder than others, which happens sometimes. Sam just wraps him up in his arms, holding him tight and whispering sweet things to him until he relaxes a little. They have chamomile tea instead.

On Wanda’s birthday, Sam and Bucky are in charge of baking the cake for her party and halfway through Bucky says “I haven’t baked a cake since the thirties. I saved up all our sugar rations for a whole year so I could make one for Steve’s birthday. I burnt it pretty bad but he ate it all anyway.” Sam chuckles and lets Bucky lick the spoon.

They’re lying in bed one night, Bucky’s head resting on Sam’s chest when Bucky chuckles. “I just remembered my first kiss. It was with this girl named Louise…” He thinks for a moment. “Louise McKenzie, that’s it. Happened when we were fifteen or so.” His eyes squeeze shut as he laughs. “She was an awful kisser. Too much teeth.”

Sam laughs, his fingers trailing through Bucky’s hair. “Hopefully I’m a better kisser than Louise McKenzie,” he says.

Bucky hums. “Trust me, you are. But maybe you should kiss me some more, just to make sure.” Sam laughs again, rolling his eyes before pressing his lips to Bucky’s.

anonymous asked:

honestly all i want in my life are more yandere videos. but i'm worried that d&p are so soft and sweet they won't go crazy and kill everyone in terrible and sadistic ways which was what i was looking forward too

dark dan and phil bring me the full yandare simulator playthrough