from the night before

extra-plus-ordinary  asked:

Here's a headcanon(i think). Try thinking about the day Barry gave Lup before they became Liches, or vice versa

The day Barry planned out for Lup was simple. It started with a late breakfast together, both of them still wearing their pajamas from the night before, curled up together on a couch on the deck of the starblaster. They took their time to move to the next section of the day, Barry nervously and excitedly leading Lup through a dense forest near their ship. The walk took a good while, and both of them stopped throughout to excitedly look at a an alien flower, or prod blue tree bark. At one point Barry had sprawled out on his stomach to get a close view of some grass that seemed to move independently of the breeze when he caught sight of Lup, who was looking down at him with a wry smile. “You’re just cute when you get excited about grass babe.” He scrambled to his feet, blushing, and kept on moving, trying to stay focused. 

They finally got to their destination– a gorgeous waterfall cascading into a clear blue pool. They spent the day swimming in the waters, splashing each other, laughing, maybe sneaking a kiss or two. And they spent the night drying off, talking to each other, reassuring each other of their love, and their strength. 

As the day was ending, the two snuggled up together in bed, Lup turned to Barry and said through a yawn “Now I need to plan out your day, love. And you’ve really set the bar high here.”

Barry smiled, sleep in his eyes, “Every day I spend with you is the perfect day Lup.” 

anonymous asked:

Someone needs to buy Alex Gansa a dictionary and explain to him that prescience is NOT scrambling to re-write your show in reaction to what has ALREADY happened in the world. You were prescient that one time, buddy, and now you're just doing a messy non-sensical version of Law and Order's "ripped from the headlines" bit. You pulled an all-nighter the night before your term paper was due instead of preparing properly and the end product shows that - you get an F. "It reeks, you know."

The signs

Aries:
I see galloping, raging, wild horses in your eyes, when you walk by flowers they seem to bloom in seconds and when I die, I’m sure I’ll see your name on heavens gate because it was made in your distinct image.

Taurus:
I’m reminded of you when my coffees gone cold and suddenly I don’t have the strength to warm it back up. I’m left sitting at the table with an aching back, crumbs left on the table from the food I could hardly eat the night before. I don’t want to open my eyes, I want to be left in the dark to think of you and how I long to lay my head on your shoulder once more. You were always there.

Gemini:
When I see a single balloon floating to space in our grand sky, it’s you I’m reminded of. You are the wind and that’s okay, never settle, never rest. The sky was made vast and space was made infinite because the universe knew it had to make room for you and all that you are or will ever be. Limitless. You have a mission.

Cancer:
I just want to hold you in my fragile arms that were never made good enough to hold someone like you. I know you cry alone at night because the beauty of this earth is overwhelming. Sweet baby, feel, feel, feel all there is to feel. Within you there is an endless summer and countless roses. Look in the mirror and know there is no beauty like yours.

Leo:
Leave everyone shook like you are meant to. Don’t apologise for your greatness or intense demeanor. I know who put the stars in the sky, it sure as hell wasn’t a god. It was you who painfully ripped open your chest to set each one free. You created the stars, without needing to be a god. You just needed to be yourself.

Virgo:
When I look up at the sky, I see the centerpiece that is our sun, our life source. I look up and see the beautifully ingenious clouds that are as white as milk and as soft as your soul. I see nothing but lively beauty above, knowing heaven is behind it all. You are the hidden heaven, heaven itself.

Libra:
I can’t sit down and enjoy a simple cup of tea anymore because you invade my every thought and it’s like the earth shakes violently when I’m forced to think about you. My tea spills every time and I see my reflection in the liquid that I never clean off the table, remembering your words said to me of how beautiful i am. I try to tell myself I am beautiful but ill never compare to you. You are the most beautiful being alive and I love it that way. I’m okay with my spilled tea and tears because at least you havent left my mind. Your what keeps the walls of my mind full of art when all I can physically cause around myself is a mess.


Scorpio:
You are the blood in my veins, you are what gives me life. I can’t sleep at night because my dreams consist of nothing but your astounding image. I’m not afraid of the ghosts that linger my cold room at night anymore because I’ve gotten used to them talking to me. I want nothing more than for one of them to have your voice one day in hopes that you’ll have come back to kiss me once more.

Sagittarius:
You’re the spark that starts a fire, let’s just say you’re hot. You’re the mischief in the eyes of a sociopath, you’re universal intelligence. Stay true, stay especially you and use the amazing power house that is your mind to continue blessing this earth with your own greatness.


Capricorn:
Don’t be afraid of being soft, I know you feel a lot. You are beautiful, hard as a rock or not. Do what makes you feel alive and thrive in what brings you life. You’re here to do great things. Don’t doubt yourself, don’t give up. You are one of a kind.

Aquarius:
I left my home and travelled miles to a new, unknown place. It was terrifying until I saw you in the skies. A lightening show, you put one on just for me. Flooding the sky with colors unseen. I never saw anything as striking. Never have I wanted to be struck by lightening so badly, to be able to taste you. But the storm was too far away and although Id travel miles just to be under such a storm, such grace, your beauty causes my knees to go weak. I can’t move in the sight of you.

Pisces:
You carry me up into the sky with your angel wings for me to look down and see the heads of all the living down below. You tell me you are apart of each and every living soul and I believe you. You tell me you are apart of every piece of nature that grows on this earth and you are every second, every minute and hour of the day and I believe you. You tell me you are night and day, evil and good. You tell me you are everything and nothing and I believe you. You are all these things but you are especially an angel. You are otherworldly.

  • Yuuri: *reading a tweet* "Victor Nikiforov seen last night with a dashingly handsome man! Unfaithful to Katsuki?!"
  • Victor: what on EARTH these tabloids are getting out of hand I swear I'll get to the bot-
  • Yuuri: *shows Victor a photo of the two of them from their anniversary dinner the night before* I guess they couldn't recognize,,
  • Victor: D-darling you know these people are just out to get money! I'm sure they meant nothi–
  • Yuuri: it's just. me. dressed in the suit you bought me. and my hair styled differently. but. it's me.
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“Pow! Pow! POW!”
Altean Lance is coming to steal yo’ quintessence

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As the old Gravity Falls legend goes…

 whether you’re naughty OR nice, a jolly little triangle will break into your house and eat all your food (and leave you spiders and nightmares if you’re lucky)

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ethnobotany moment of the day: native peoples in Southeast Asia using wild carnivorous pitcher plant traps to cook rice in bc honestly why not??? apparently it’s a totally chill and normal food and it’s sold in farmers markets and stuff. heres the recipe thats most popular to use too (transcribed in the left photo) in case you can’t read it:

“1. Take 24 large pitchers. Wash carefully, then soak in several changes of water, preferably overnight. Soak 1kg of glutinous rice overnight.

2. Cut off pitcher trendils.

3. Boil the rice with coconut milk and salt.

4. Wash and cut up two cupfuls of fresh prawns. Finely slice half a cup of red onions. Pound a knob of shrimp paste, 4 or 5 chilled, a few spring onions and a few celery leaves. Combine the pounded ingredients with the prawns and fry in a small amount of oil until fragrant.

5. When the rice is half cooked, remove pan from fire. Cool water slightly. Half full the pitchers with rice, add one tablespoon of the fried mixture. Fill up the pitcher with rice.

6. Stand the pitchers in a steamer, cover, steam over boiling water for half an hour. Serve hot or cold.”

(from “Pitcher Plants of the Old World Volume 1 by Stewart McPherson, pages 204+205)

kahuna-burger  asked:

Hey, since you have trouble touching people without stabbing them, but like cuddling pets, have you considered trying to hug T'Challa? Or possibly getting Tony to put on cat ears?

you have a serious flaw in your logic. 

tchalla is a cat-man who has repeatedly tried to claw my face off. it was freakin traumatizing. you think a normal cat that doesnt wanna be petted is bad, try getting handsy with tchalla.

not that ive gotten handsy with tchalla. i like my face attached to my person, thank you very much.

tony put on cat ears a few months ago in a fit of confused sleep deprivation. the picture circulated through avengers-related group chats for weeks. nick fury called it, and i quote, ‘fucking adorable.’ tony is sometimes a no-toucher too though, so mostly we let him initiate contract when he wants to. so no, i did not hug tony when he was wearing cat ears. 

steve did have to carry him to bed though. and that picture circulated for months

When every social media platform you log into has Valentine’s Day DLC spoilers

Originally posted by wonderlandforgirls

I think the problem is not who AD is. I personally wanted Twincer to happen because it was a great possibility for the writers to tie up all the loose ends. Also, Troian’s performance was great, Alex as a character wasn’t bad either and I liked how it was Wren who found her somewhere in England. But the problem is the execution of it. It’s not even about them figuring it out in three seconds. It’s about how the writers made us believe that AD was some kind of Uber A, the mastermind behind all of this, someone who was supposed to be there from the beginning, always lurking in the shadows, always watching, always manipulating. Alex’s storyline would have been great if she had been involved in all of this from before The Night, if she had really known the girls and had a better motive. And they could have done this, there were enough plot holes and moments when Spencer seemed off, it was all possible. And I think that was what we all truly wanted, before anything else? For A to make sense. To be that epic villain who had a really good reason for tormenting the girls and who was there from the start. And not for the last two seasons.