field of hope

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Cayde-6 painted in with scenery from Nessus, the world in which we will find him on in Destiny 2. 

He is a part of a set I am working on. Expect to see the other two soon. 

anonymous asked:

Akaashi, please tell Futakuchi to CHILL

futakuchi has been adequately chilled… just kidding, he unplugged the fridge to get in there. akaashi has learned to keep a closer eye on him from now on

Can we talk about the acting at the end of “UnmAsked”?

Because this scene blew me away, especially Shay Mitchell and Troian Bellisario.

You can feel the agony Emily is going through and you can feel Spencer’s pain for her best friend. And I just feel like these two don’t get enough credit for this. In the first picture it’s like Spencer wants to lose it, but she can’t because she knows she has to keep Emily from completely falling apart. Then the intimacy of their friendship in the second and third pictures just breaks my heart. While Aria and Hanna can do nothing but hold Emily and stare in shock, Spencer takes the comfort role and Emily immediately leans into her.

You can literally see the exchange of Emily thinking, “I want to die” and Spencer’s response of, “No. Not while I’m still around. I got you.”

RFA Couples Arguing
  • Yoosung and Seven: *arguing*
  • Jumin: *sitting a few feet away* They argue like an old married couple..
  • Jaehee: What are they arguing about this time, the dishes?
  • Zen: *updating his status on his phone* Nah, that was last week.
  • Jaehee: Well, I don't know what it is about this time.
  • Jumin: No, idea either, but it's probably stupid.
  • Zen: *glances up from his phone* They're arguing about whether ketchup is a sauce or a smoothie since a tomato is a fruit...
  • Jumin: *to Jaehee* I told you this was stupid!
  • Jaehee: Wow...so kinda like the Jaffa Cake argument?
  • Jumin and Zen: The what?
  • Jaehee: Is the Jaffa Cake a cake or a biscuit?
  • Jumin: It's a cake! It's in the name..
  • Zen: It's a biscuit, since in the biscuit aisle.
  • Jumin and Zen: *stares at each other*
  • Jumin and Zen: *starts to argue*
  • Jaehee: What have I done?
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female awesome meme ♡ [1/5] lgbt+ ladies

emily fields (pretty little liars) - i’m not ashamed of who i am…but i used to be, and if we have to hide like this all the time, i’m gonna start to feel like that again. 

.Colors.

Since he was a little boy, Richie always had a thing for describing people using colors. It was his special little thing.


Richie himself had always considered that he was red, fierce and firey. Some days he was as bright like rose petals, others he was as dark as crimson running from a fresh cut.


Everyone special to Richie had a color to them, almost creating a trademark of themselves with each pigment Richie imagined based on their personality.


So when Richie had moved to Derry, Maine he instantly knew the colors for his first friends, Bill Denbrough and Stanley Uris.


Bill was yellow, soft yet vibrant, and warm like the sun.


Stan was orange, cheerful and exciting, he never seemed dull.


Together they formed the warm side of the spectrum, always happy and beaming with life. Everyday was an adventure with the three of them.


Before they knew it, three became seven and it was like a giant rainbow of beauty and friendship for Richie. His colors got more creative and branched out to more than just your average color circle.


Bev was gold, a color like honey because she sparkled and shined in her own individual way. For each of the losers, she was a glimmer in their eye.


Ben was pink, light and delicate on days but vivid and bold on others, creating the perfect balance of just the right boy.


Mike was cream, a soft but powerful color that created balance between the others, always understanding and intelligent.


And then there was Eddie.


Eddie was different then everyone else.


When Richie had met Eddie for the first time, his mind went blank and exploded all at the same time.


All Richie could think of was


blue.


Eddie was blue.


He was the feeling of a beautiful clear sky on a summer day and the icy chill of a blizzard. The rush of a wave on a peaceful beach.


He was everything Richie wanted.


And together, they would make purple.


After that day, he only thought in the gorgeous mix of red and blue, of Eddie Kaspbrak and Richie Tozier.


They were inseparable, the best of friends and Richie loved every minute of it.


One day, they sat in Eddie’s impeccably spotless room, pretending to be paying attention to their homework while Richie made eye rolling jokes.


Curiosity got the best of Richie however and out spewed a question he had wondered for as long as he has known his Eds,


“What’s your favorite color?”


Eddie’s head never left the tilt towards his book but his eyes looked towards the ceiling in thought.


“Um.. green. Why whats your Rich?”


Richie looked Eddie right in the eye, loving grin on his mouth.


“Purple.”


And then, Richie had kissed Eddie.


It was short but sweet and tasted like medicine and sugar and every single shade of purple that existed.


That night, Richie dreamed of lilac skies and orchid fields and palatinate oceans.


He hoped every day for the rest of his life was filled with that amazing color.


And it was for a while.


That is, until he catches his boyfriend and one of his best friends together creating a color combination of their own.


And thats the end of red and blue, of all the purple in Richie’s life.


The only purple Richie knew was the bruises on Bill’s face and the ones on his knuckles.


Now all he can think of is green.


Bill’s lemon lips painting themselves upon Eddie’s cyan ones, creating millions of shades of that despicable color.


Richie now hates the color green.


Unfortunately it’s always been Eddie’s favorite.

something borrowed // stiles stilinski

Summary: Stiles lets Y/N borrow something of his & unexpectedly gains something in return

Requested: no, collab with @rememberstilinski

Pairing: Stiles & Y/N

Warning: no

Masterlist

Clutching the plastic lunch tray she navigated her way through the crowded cafeteria and back to the lunch table. The stress from the first four periods of her day slowly melted away as she spotted her group of friends across the cafeteria, sitting at the same table they had since the start of their freshman year.

A small smile tugged at the corner of her lips as Lydia waved over to her. Picking up her pace, Y/N maneuvered her way through the crowds of people who were too engaged with their conversations with one another to pay any sort of attention to the small girl.

Then, a familiar boy caught her attention.

The sheriff’s son, Stiles Stilinski.

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These are the ones I don’t like. You’ve started with “I’ve”… These are the ones I don’t like! I’m dyslexic! “I’ve”… You know this about me! Why do you torture me? You can change “I’ve” if you want. It’s fine for you. You went to Cambridge. Four words… You probably did English. They all must begin with the same letter… I’m a dyslexic, arts, imbecile! And I got an M.A… I got an M.A. An honorary M.A.

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Jane Eyre Moodboard - “I remembered that the real world was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations and excitements, awaited those who had the courage to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life amid its perils.”