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What TV writers think is good LGBT representation: *protagonist teary eyed* My attraction to the same gender is so painful I wish I did not feel this way…but alas it’s my burden to bear. Also I have dated both men and women but I don’t like labels. *dies*
What is actually good LGBT representation: *protagonist wearing sunglasses playing the saxophone in front of a giant bisexual flag* How am I doing? Well I’m just getting BI!!! Haha get it?? Because I like both men and women so I’m bisexual. 

fluffy pre-relationship shallura headcanons

- allura pointing out the new galaxies to shiro while after hours in the control room in front of the giant window
- shiro taking her to the decontamination room to show her how rain feels on earth (and then allura chasing him around/throwing trinkets at him to simulate the altean rock showers)
- platonic bed-sharing thats initiated when they both pass out after a long night of strategizing in allura’s room (it just becomes a regular thing and neither of them ever openly question it)
- touching their foreheads together after one of them wakes up from a nightmare, the room is totally silent except for heavy breathing that slowly calms down
- watching lance and keith bickering via the security cameras and lip syncing over it
- allura finding preserved juniberry seeds and shiro helping her grow them
- coran barging in on them sleeping in alluras bed and alluras skin turning bright red as coran quickly hightails it out of there without waiting for an explanation
- pidge doing the same thing after they decide to move their situation to shiro’s room

i didnt know how to end this list, if you have any more ideas, send me an ask!!

Hunk Appreciation
  • “He’s our mechanic”
  • Such a nice boy, just wants to be appreciated by his friends. 
  • Stress bakes. 
  • Knows you should never follow mermaids. 
  • Has a sophisticated palate. 
  • Hates blood. 
  • Will jump in front of a giant worm’s face for the sake of the mission. 
  • Large but soft. 
  • Unlike Allura, appreciates Balmeran cuisine. 
  • Manages to take over a kitchen within an hour of being there, with the power of kindness and love. 
  • Does not question the Galra guy Keith picked up in the stomach of a worm. 
  • Naps a lot. How utterly relatable. 
  • Accepts Galra Keith instantly. Loves him anyway. 
  • He and Lance make faces at each other. 
  • Naturally cautious, knows how to stay out of danger. 
  • Probably the one who ended up taking care of the cow, because he is a friend to all animals. 
  • Armour claws, designed to anchor him to the ground. Triggered by his desire to save people. 
  • He and Shay have a love story that will span the galaxy, Please, lets get these kids united. 
  • Interprets complex quantum phenomena through cute analogies. 
  • First instinct when strange creatures jump on his is to declare them adorable. 
  • Shines like a thousand suns. 

Okay but, imagine Mystery Girl going to Pearl’s house.  Not, like, any magical stuff happening, just seeing how she lives, like:

“so I went to my new gf’s house

it’s built into the front of a giant goddamn statue carved out of the side of a cliff.

She lives with two other women

one of them is purple

one of them is taller than me.

There is a little boy living there. 

They all look after him but I don’t think any of them are his mother and I can’t figure out who he belongs to and why he is there.”

Frerard Roadtrip AU
Frank and Gerard are searching for gigs, as the little band they are, driving trough america and having to constantly stop for coffee, cigarettes and comics.
(including Gee dyeing his hair at the gasstation and Frank spending too much money on tattoos in diffrent states.)

Death at Every Non-Existent Corner

Prompt: “imagine your otp making out on a ferris wheel ride and are so absorbed that they don’t realise it’s come to a stop (or something like that)” Fluffy Solangelo one-shot. Two words- Nico Heights (Hades vs. Zeus and all), meaning Solangelo comfort.

Words: 958

“Nope. Not gonna happen Solace.”

Nico stood there firmly, arms crossed and eyes wide, too focused on what Will wanted him to do that he didn’t notice the puppy dog eyes Will was trying to use.

“Aw, come on,” Will whined, “You’ve fought against giants and monsters and armies. You’ve even fought with Annabeth on architecture before! I’m not sure if that’s brave or just plain stupid. Why can’t you do this?”

Both boys looked up at the massive metal death trap in front of them. The giant beams squeaked with every turn. Not to mention, rust covered bits and pieces of the chipped red paint splattered in a manner that looked like blood. Approximately half of the lightbulbs adorning the structure were shattered and sparked spastically.

“This is different,” Nico countered, “This is…a ferris wheel.”

The daunting metal circle stood high in the sky, mocking them. Compared to the rest of the small carnival it seemed quite shabby. At least the other rides seemed to have more repair work put into them.

“Pretty pretty please?” Will whined, “With a cherry on top?”

“I don’t like cherries,” Nico pointed out.

“With caramel? And those mini marshmallows you love?” Will asked.

Nico look sideways at him, his eyes narrowing, “Only if we get Indian food tonight.”

Will looked caught in his decision, “You know I hate spicy food.”

“You know I hate heights,” Nico retaliated.

“Touché.”

“Does that mean you’ll take the deal?”

“Give me a few seconds to decide. And stop humming the Jeopardy song.”

“Would you rather I whistle it? Or perhaps I should find three other guys and we can form a barbershop quartet.”

“I know you’re mocking me but I’d love to see that. Especially you in a little bow tie and vest. Maybe one of those hats-” Will stopped when he was faced with a glare.

“I don’t do hats,” Nico said pointedly, “So what’s your decision?”

“Okay, you have a deal. Ferris wheel for Indian food,” Will relented, holding out his hand.

Nico took it and pulled Will closer to peck him on the cheek. The tips of the blond’s ears began to turn red and a wry smile grew on his face.

“I should make deals with you more often,” he said.

Nico rolled his eyes at his boyfriend and reluctantly began making his way into the ferris wheel line. They handed over their tickets and climbed into the empty little car.

“Try rocking this thing and I swear it’ll make the trials of Hercules look like a freaking picnic,” Nico grumbled.

The door was closed and latched behind them. Soon enough it was moving and they rose higher and higher. Nico reached out and took Will’s hand in his as he moved away from the window and closer to Will. The landscape began to shrink and Nico’s eyes widened. Shadows grew and twisted, gathering in pools around his feet. The higher their little car traveled, the tighter Nico’s grip got. By the time they were close to the top Will’s fingers had taken on a purple hue of sorts.

With Nico’s hand still gripping his to death, Will maneuvered his arm until it was wrapped around the raven haired boy. Nico seemed to relax the slightest bit, but had resorted to shutting his eyes tightly. His chest moved up and down at an increased rate that made it seem as though he was hyperventilating just a tad.

“I should’ve asked for more than Indian food,” Nico mumbled in between his prayers to Zeus and every other god he could think of that had something to do with his current predicament.

“Niiiicoooo,” Will sang softly, urging him to look up, “There’s nothing to be scared of. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

Despite this, the smaller boy was still terrified and spent every other second glancing out the window. His feet began to sink into the shadows as he tried to get away from his fears by any means possible. The healer wouldn’t have any of this after the whole ‘almost-fading-forever’ fiasco.

“Oh no you don’t,” Will said, though it was barely audible above the squeaks and groans of the ferris wheel.

Will reached out and softly placed his hands on either side of Nico’s face. Before the son of Hades could register it, Will threw all norms out the window and pulled their faces closer together.

He left them within kissing distance, less than an inch away. Will wanted to kiss him. He really truly did, but even though the two had been together for almost two months, they had yet to kiss on the lips. Nico was still trying to adjust to the whole situation, and Will thought it best to let him do so. So he sat there staring deeply into chocolatey brown eyes with sparkling sky blue ones.

The butterflies in Will’s stomach vanished almost instantly when Nico closed the rest of the distanced and pressed his lips gingerly against the blond’s. He never wanted this moment to end. He wanted to savor the minty flavor of Nico’s lips. He wanted to bottle the warmth that spread through his chest. Nico Nico Nico. The name pounded in his head like a mantra.

They could’ve stayed like this forever, but a small cough broke them apart. One of the people running the ride stood there next to the open door with her face a shade of bright red. The pair had gotten so lost in the kiss they failed to notice that the ferris wheel had come to a stop and it was over.

Will held out two tickets to the worker, “I think we’ll go around one more time.”

Creepypasta #989: Fun Facts for Kids! The Fifty Nifty United States

Length: Medium

Alabama: The 96th president, Pyrope Vesuvian, was assembled in Alabama, the first president to be engineered from various body parts of previous presidents.

Alaska: The sun never rises in the winter because there is a giant standing in front of it. The giant is so tall that its head reaches into the stars. It was the first to see the black ships that originated from those stars.

Arizona: The state reptile of Arizona is the Time-Traveling Basilisk Lizard. They run so fast they arrive before they left! The army is using them to travel back in time and figure out where the war went wrong.

California: The highest point in the state is God’s Obsidian Watchtower, rising 440 feet above the ocean where California sank after the first weapon detonated.

Delaware: The first state admitted to the union. The first state to host an enemy ship. The first state to boldly kill that unearthly ambassador and declare war.

Hawaii: Did you know there are no snakes in Hawaii? They were all recruited by the army. All citizens must fight, even snakes. Their armor is the eggshells of extinct birds; their spears are the severed stingers of deadly jellyfish.

Idaho: Has more ghost towns than any state. These towns are inhabited by a quarter million ghosts, who outnumber living residents 12 to 1.

Kansas: Contains the world’s largest grain elevator, where President Vesuvian hid the nuclear weapons that the invaders eventually used against us.

Maine: It is the closest state to Europe and Africa. If you stand on the seashore and look east, you can see the two continents that accepted the offer of “peace” and “friendship”, dooming themselves to the possibility of subjugation by these extraterrestrial foes. Only the United States had the courage to declare war. Stay far away from Maine.

New Mexico: This state is always on fire. It was set aflame as a burnt offering to God, to purify the land, in hopes that one day He would accept the offering, and would finally rise from his sanctified throne to bestow victory upon us. Amen.

North Dakota: This state’s wide-open prairies were transformed into the world’s largest children’s cemetery. Instead of headstones, the tiny corpses are encased in amber, and line the lonely roads as a monument to what we have lost.

Utah: This state’s sparkling white salt flats provided bricks for the Holy Salt Temple, the safest place to be during an air strike. The enemies are deathly afraid of salt and supermassive structures.

Wyoming: Did you know that Wyoming is the least densely populated state? That means more room to build a prison so large it can hold all citizens who oppose the war. All Americans must support the war. All Americans must fight the war; even you, little one! This is the last remaining nation on Earth to defy and resist the invaders’ impending takeover of the minds of humanity. Dissenters are indistinguishable from those whose brains have been commandeered. They must be imprisoned.

Credits to: cold__cocoon

writer 1: ok so here’s my character concept. she has short hair so you know shes a butch lesbian, she’s standing in front of a giant red star and a bust of lenin. behind her, a general talks about how great she is at flying giant robots while a bunch of ladies look on enviously

writer 2: ok whats her name? shes german right?

writer 1: jung freud

A Day in The Park [ Bucky Barnes x OC - Reader Insert ]

THIS IS A PART OF MY DAILY CHRISTMAS DRABBLE

Prompt : Based on This and @pleasecallmecaptain ‘s brilliant idea lmao

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x OC

Genre : Fluff? |   Warning : none

Author’s Note : Day ?? Of the christmas drabble! Enjoy! Let me know what you think! :)

Originally posted by bucky-plums-barnes

[Y/N] loved her dog more than anything. But she wished her dog would stop begging her to take her for a walk in this incredibly cold weather. She tightened the strap of her coat and pushed down her beanie as she unfastened the clasp of her dog’s collar, letting him run around the park.

She was about to check her phone when she looked up and saw that her chubby labrador had stopped in front of the giant christmas tree, his body shaking in excitement as he took in the sight of the tree.

“Oh no,” she cursed, shoving her phone back into her jeans pocket and quickly jogged towards him.

“OH MY GOD. NOODLE!” she gasped as she watched her dog tackle down a man who was trying to walk past him, sending both of them into the ground. Her eyes widened when the man reached out and took down the gigantic christmas tree with him.

***

She grabbed her dog and pulled him away from the poor guy, sending him a glare which successfully made him stop wriggling. Once she managed to clip the clasp on her dog’s collar, she curiously looked down at the man lying face down on the snowy ground, lips pressed tightly into a thin line as she slowly crouched down to his level. The man had his face buried in his hand as he stayed still, as if not moving will make him disappear.

“Uhm…” she gently poked his shoulder, patiently waiting for him to reply. “Are you okay?” she asked him.

He let out a small grunt before slowly looking up to see her. A blush spread across her cheeks when he stared right at her.

“Do I look okay to you?” he mumbled, eliciting a giggle from her.

“You look fine to me.” She grinned as she offered her hand to help him sit up. “The christmas tree, on the other hand…”

“Oh god.” He rubbed his face with his hand and let out a huge sigh. “They’ll never live this down.”

“Who?” She tilted her head in confusion. He slowly sat on the ground, ignoring the biting cold on his butt and jabbed his thumb behind him. She watched two men fall on the ground as they laughed at the guy in front of her, the woman standing next to them had to sit on the bench while wiping tears from her eyes. She looked back at him in amusement.

“Your friends?”

“Yeah.” He sighed again, grey eyes darting towards the ruined christmas tree. “God, I’ll have to pay for that too.”

She bit her lips to stop herself from laughing, opting to sit down on the cold ground when he didn’t stand up.

***

“Okay, that’s not fair.” Sam crossed his arms in front of his chest, pouting like a little kid. “He’s making a fool of himself and he’s the one who gets a girl?”

Natasha snickered behind him and Steve leaned back on the bench, wiping more tears from his eyes.

“Seriously. Why is he so lucky?” Sam turned to them. “Guys. I’m serious. I need to know.”

***

“It’s freezing. You’re gonna catch a cold,” he mumbled, cheeks tinted pink.

“I’ll be fine.” She shrugged. “It’s kinda my fault too, you know. My dog was a little too excited.” She offered him a smile.

“Little is an understatement.” He raised his eyebrows, lips curled into a soft smile as the dog approached him. “Noodle, huh?”

“He kinda looks like one.” She shrugged. “You can pet him if you want. He’s a slut for belly rubs and head scratches.”

He gently patted the dog’s head, earning a happy bark from the dog. He laughed and she felt her heart skip a beat at the rich sound coming out of him.

“Do you feel better now?” she grinned.

“Yeah. I’m not the only one sitting on this wet ground and there’s a dog named Noodle.” He replied. “Everything’s good when there’s a dog named Noodle.”

She snorted at his answer, laughing together with him when Noodle tried to lay on the ground and yelped when his body came in contact with the cold ground.

“I’m Bucky, by the way.” He said after a while, shyly staring back at her.

“[Y/N].” she smiled back and shook his hand. She ignored the weird fluttery feeling in her stomach and opted to keep her eyes on the fallen christmas tree beside her.

“[Y/N]?”

“Hm?” she absentmindedly replied as she stared at the tree.

“I think Noodle just peed on me.”


Thoughts?

Undercover Martyn - Two Door Cinema Club // Cardiac Arrest - Bad Suns // Cough Syrup - Young the Giant // The Summer - Citizen // Violent Inside - Joyce Manor // Twin Size Mattress - The Front Bottoms // Sex - The 1975 // Old Yellow Bricks - Arctic Monkeys // Take a Walk - Passion Pit // Banker - The Cinema // Flaws - Bastille // Midnight City - M83 // Cigarette Daydreams - Cage The Elephant // Changing - The Airborne Toxic Event // Moon Comes Up - Boy In A Box // Float On - Modest Mouse // Robbers - The 1975 // Super Rich Kids - Frank Ocean


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The Horned Man and the Fire

On June 9, 1979, the Godson family of Sydney, Australia boarded a ferry to Luna Park, an amusement park famous for its giant smiling front gate in Sydney Harbour. As they disembarked the ferry the family’s youngest son, Damian, was approached by a man in a bizarre, almost ritualistic costume, who wordlessly put his hand on the boys shoulder. Thinking the costumed man was a performer from the park, Mrs Godson snapped a photograph of him and Damien posing on the waterfront. The man then ambled off and was never seen again.

Less than three hours later, Damien Godson, his father, and his brother Craig were dead. One of the principal attractions of Luna Park - the Ghost Train - had caught fire, killing six children and one adult. In 1979 it was still legal to smoke in amusement rides, and investigators believe a smouldering cigarette butt might have ignited the extremely flammable paper-mache interior of the ghost train.

Years after the fire, Mrs Godson made the last photograph of her son public and appealed for information on the mysterious horned man. Nobody claimed to have seen him and Luna Park denyed employing anyone wearing a horned head-dress and a loincloth. However, the night of June 9 was a full moon in Sydney, and fire is often connected to the esoteric worship of the entity Moloch, who can take the form of a bull. The mystery of the 1979 Ghost Train Fire and the horned man will likely never be solved.

Listen folks, it’s true Luna deserves so much better than getting used as mere plot device, but let’s not dismiss the good points they actually showed about her character and call her “weak” (physical strength doesn’t determine how weak a person is). Someone on YT had great arguments why Luna is still strong despite the lack of character development and screen time SE gave her, which include:

- She stood in front of two giant monsters and she didn’t even tremble once.

- She wasn’t afraid of Ardyn and didn’t beg anyone to save her after he stabbed her.

- She protected and healed Noctis despite bleeding to death.

- She used the last strength she had to help Noctis to win against the Leviathan. Without her help he would have become a delicious snack for the Leviathan.

- She always stood up for her beliefs and didn’t let anyone change her mind.

- Even though she was treated badly by others and her oracle powers were killing her, she still kept going on and never gave up.

- She appeared in the final fight to defeat Ardyn and had the last laugh.

At the same time she was also very human. She showed how tired she was of everything and thought about her childhood, because the times she spent with Noctis were the only moments where she could truly be happy before shit happened and her brother was rather busy with revenge when she had no one else left (though he later realized his mistake and finally acted like a sibling). Yet her will never broke.
Please imagine a spider kwami
  • Kwami: Hi I'm-
  • Chosen: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
  • Kwami: - a magical-
  • Chosen: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
  • Chosen: *TRYING TO STOMP ON THE GIANT SPIDER*
  • Kwami: *Dodging*
  • Kwami: - here to help yo-
  • Chosen: AAAAAAAAAAAA--
  • Chosen: *Wielding bug spray*
  • Kwami: -STOP!... could you just... shut up.. for a minute!?

Photography by Mauricio Lima

Two US soldiers Pose in front of the giant stone statues of deposed Iraqi leader Saddam Hussein in Baghdad in November 2005. The war in Iraq has been the first in history to have been fully documented before the cameras, from count-down to invasion . From the quick conquest to misery after the occupation.

anonymous asked:

Can I get a S/O scenario where she comments on how Tsuna/Hibari/Enma look so much like Giotto/Alaude/Cozart? Bonus points if she make an off-handed comment on how handsome the first generation are. Please and thank you!

COMPLETE

Tsuna

“…Either you and the others dyed your hair for this portrait or I’m looking at the people you guys are reincarnated from.” You stared in awe in front of a giant painting of seven men, each bearing a striking resemblance to your lover and his male guardians.

The amused smile on Tsuna’s face grew as he walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on the top of your head. “They’re the founders of the Vongola, dear. The one in the middle is Giotto, Vongola Primo, my ancestor.” He pressed a kiss on the top of your hair and took in a strong whiff. The scent of peonies engulfed him and he took note that you switched shampoos again.

You cocked your head to the side, taking in the portrait once more with a better understanding. “You know,” you mused aloud, “since you look so much like your ancestor, that means you would pretty handsome with blonde hair.”

Tsuna hummed, preoccupied with slowly pressing kisses down the side of your neck, nipping occasionally. “Are you saying that my great-great-something-grandfather is more attractive than me?” he murmured into your skin. That exact spot was a weakness of yours and he damn well knew it too.

“N-no,” you whimpered as you felt him bite down gently on the spot. “I’m just saying that you would look just as attractive with blonde hair. Primo is handsome, but I like your brown hair just fine, Tsun-ah!” You let out an embarrassingly loud moan as he began to suck on your skin, your knees buckling underneath you.

He lifted his head up, whispering harshly into your ear, “I’ll show you that I’m far better than Primo.”

Hibari

You watched from you and Hibari’s shared bed as the man prepared himself for bed. “You know, Kyoya,” you began, “you look a lot like the first Cloud guardian Alaude.” There was no real emotion behind your words, you were only stating a fact after all.

The Foundation leader gave you a glance before returning to his previous activity. He was slowly removing his suit, getting ready to change into his night clothes. “So I’ve been told,” he replied neutrally.

“I wonder if he was just as handsome as you are, that’s all.” Common sense dictated so, right? Surely the only difference between the two were their coloring despite having two different nationalities. “He must have also been quite the looker during those times.”

Hibari turned to you, half naked with an annoyed look on his face. “Is there something you want to say, little one?” He wasn’t jealous per se, he was just confused as to why you were so insistent on this particular topic.

You smiled at him before falling backwards onto the bed, letting out a loud sigh. “No, I’m just making an observation, that’s all.” Closing your eyes, the only sounds for the next few minutes were of Hibari’s clothes rustling and then the sound of the light switch clicking. You heard him crawl into bed and you turned away from the sound.

Arms wrapped themselves around you, tightly pressing you to his chest. It was a bit tighter than normal, but you didn’t comment in it. Instead, you placed your hands on top of these arms, rubbing them gently. “Good night, Kyoya.”

Enma

The young Shimon boss jolted in place as you plopped yourself next to him on the couch. He held in his hands a thick, worn out book lent to him from Tsuna. A relic from the Vongola archives, he said, something he found when looking for more information on the friendship between Giotto and Cozart.

“Whatcha looking at, sweetheart,” you asked as you looked at the leather bound book. “Looks ancient.”

Enma moved the book so you could see better. “It’s an old journal from Shimon Primo’s time. See?” He turned the pages, pointing at the slanted cursive. “Tsuna found this and thought I should take a look. There’s even a picture of Vongola Primo with my ancestor.”

You stared in awe at the preserved sketch of Giotto and Cozart. It was a rough sketch at best, but you could see the resemblance between the current bosses and the founders of the Vongola and Shimon families. Running a finger along the side of the picture, you smiled at Enma. “I can see where you got your good looks from. Those are some pretty strong genes.”

Blushing, Enma ducked his head down to press a kiss onto your lips. His hands settled on your waist, his thumbs rubbing circles. He pressed harder into the kiss, gently biting your bottom lip for entrance.

“Although,” you pulled away, breathing heavily, “to be fair, Shimon Primo must have looked just as handsome as you were. Kind of makes me feel pretty lucky to have landed you, you know?” You ran your hand through Enma’s hair repeatedly, one hand holding his cheek.

He pursed his lips, eyes furrowing in confusion. “Is that your way of saying he’s more handsome?”

“Don’t be silly, I’d choose you over him hands down,” you smiled as you initiated the next kiss. Knowing you had caused him a little bit of self-doubt made you feel horrible. What better way to tell him otherwise than to show him?