god i am so proud

GUYS

THE KANJI ON HANZO’S QUIVER STRAP

矢印 means “arrow”, which on the surface is obvious enough, but it doesn’t refer to archery arrows, it refers to directional arrows, like  , , , , etc.! Like the ones used to indicate vectors in mathematical diagrams.

Like in simple geometry.

THIS NERDY, NERDY MAN MANAGED TO INCORPORATE A MATH PUN IN HIS BADASS CYBERNINJA SKIN

BRAVO BLIZZARD

Alex fierro.

that’s it that’s all I have to say you can scroll on now you’ve been blessed you’re welcome

miles has good manners and that’s what matters

I so badly wanted for this to be false.

I don’t know what it is I’m feeling right now. I’m angry. I’m beyond infuriated with the disgusting account that leaked this. It’s unfair for this person to keep getting away with this bullshit when Harry and his family have been nothing but kind. I’m angry at the sense of entitlement that certain “fans” have– going through his trash and stalking his hotel.

I’m devastated. It’s the same sinking feeling I had when Jay passed. And it’s even more heartbreaking knowing how Harry could’ve been struggling this whole time in silence– just how we never knew Jay was really sick until she was gone.

But I am so, so beyond proud of Harry. My god. Stopping for fans even after something like this has happened? He’s an incredible, beautiful human being. He’s too good to us, to the world.

It’s a helpless feeling, wanting to do so much and being able to do nothing but send positive vibes and love to your favorite when they’re grieving. Especially when this person, their music, their kindness, has served as a comfort to you during your own times of trouble. The best we can do is band together, be there for one another, love those who are most important to us with all of our hearts.

I wish I could stop crying, because I know this doesn’t directly affect me. I can’t even imagine what Harry, Gemma, Robin’s children, and poor Anne must be feeling. But the truth is, we are affected. Just as we were affected with Jay’s passing. These people loved our boys with all of their hearts, they adapted to this crazy lifestyle and were always so kind. It’s heart wrenching to know that seeing Robin proudly wearing Harry’s hat at The Garage would be the last time we’d see him. Fuck cancer.

I love you all. Take care of yourselves. Please, for goodness sake, be nice. Be good. To one another, and to Harry. Send this family all the love in the world right now.

Rip Robin. You touched so many, and you will never be forgotten.

 SO LIKE BRACE YOURSELVES BECAUSE THIS IS FUCKING LONG AND I WOULD APOLOGISE BUT MY OTP IS ONLY GETTING MARRIED ONCE SO FUCK IT RIGHT?

OK FIRST OF ALL HELLA TRANSITION AND SECOND OF ALL I LOVE WHAT HE’S WEARING AND THIRD OF ALL HE WORE THE FUCKING EARRING OF MY DEMISE I HATE HIM

AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EYES AND HIS STUPID PERFECT JAWLINE AND HIS STUPID PERFECT EVERYTHING

GOD I CANNOT BELIEVE THAT WE GET TO SEE THIS RELATIONSHIP AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. STEP FATHER AND BEST MAN LIKE SO MANY FUCKING TEARS ALREADY

YOU KNOW HE’S SEEN HER. LOOK AT HIS DAMNED FACE. AND SHE’S FUCKING STUNNNINGGGG IN HER DRESS SO I DON’T BLAME HIM AT ALL FOR THIS REACTION LOL

AND THEN FUCKING LOOK AT THIS RIGHT? SNOW IS TAKING DEEP BREATHS, CHARMING IS JUST HAPPY AF AND EMMA FUCKING SWAN IS LOOKING AT KILLIAN JONES AND SHE CAN’T TAKE HER EYES OFF HIM

ANYMORE THAN HE CAN TAKE HIS EYES OFF HER

LOOK AT THIS LOVE DAMNIT I CANNOT BELIEVE WE’RE GETTING TO SEE THIS FUCK

LOOK AT THIS DUMB LITTLE FAMILY AND HOW FAR THEY’VE COME. I LOVE THAT THEY’RE BOTH WALKING HER DOWN THE AISLE AND BOTH HOLDING HER AS SHE GOES AND I’M JUST SO DAMN HAPPY

LOOK AT THIS. FUCKING WHAT IS THIS WITH THE SMILING AND THE KISSING THE CHEEKS

WHAT IS THIS WHO AUTHORISED THIS? TAKE IT AWAY IMMEDIATELY

AND THIS FUCKING HANDSHAKE?! REMEMBER WHEN HE WAS ALL YOU CAN’T EVER DATE MY DAUGHTER EVERRRRR EVER EVER EVER AND NOW FUCKING LOOK. THEY’RE BROS. SUCH BROS. THIS IS RIDICULOUS HOW MANY EMOTIONS I HAVE RN

OMFG LOOK HOW HAPPY HE IS THAT HE’S GOT HER HAND IN HIS. THAT DAMN SMILE THAT WON’T QUIT

AND OK WHEN ARCHIE SAYS THAT THEY SHOULD RECITE THEIR VOWS KILLIAN LOOKS AT WHO I’M ASSUMING IS CHARMING OR HENRY, OR PERHAPS THE WHOLE FAMILY, JUST GIVING THEM A SMILE AND IT KILLS ME BECAUSE NOT ONLY DID EMMA SWAN FIND A FAMILY, KILLIAN JONES DID TOOOO

LOOK AT THEM DAMNIT, LOOK AT HOW FUCKING HAPPY ARE OMFGGG

AND THE VOWS, THE DAMNED FUCKING VOWS OMFG THE WAY HE FUCKING LOOKS AT HER

AND THE WAY SHE FUCKING LOOKS AT HIM

AND THE FUCKING AWE IN HIS FACE WHEN HE’S LIKE YOU TAUGHT ME THAT A HEART FULL OF LOVE WAS MORE PRECIOUS THAN ANY TREASURE LIKE HE NEVER THOUGHT IN HIS WILDEST DREAMS THAT THIS COULD EVER FUCKING HAPPEN FOR HIM

AND NOW THAT HE HAS IT, HE WILL NEVER FUCKING LET IT GO AND I AM DEAD AND GONE, A SPIRIT IS TYPING THIS RN

AND FUCK LOOK AT HIM TELLING HER HIS HEART IS HERS

LOOK AT HOW BEAUTIFUL THEY ARE OMG I AM SO EMOTIONAL *THROWS THINGS* *THROWS ALLL THE FUCKING THINGS*

I AM GONNA THROW MY COUCH AT SOMEONE NOW BECAUSE DID YOU HEAR HOW SHE SAYS KILLIAN? ALL SOFT AND TENDER AND LIKE SHE LOVES HIM.

AND OMG HENRY FOUND HER AND THE WAY SHE LOOKS AT HENRY TOO. THERE’S JUST SO MUCH LOVE IN THIS ROOM THAT I AM IN PAIN AND FUCKING LOOK AT THE SOFT WAY THAT KILLIAN LOOKS AT HENRY TOO LIKE WHAT THE FUCK

AND HENRY GOD HENRYYY I AM SO PROUD OF HIM AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH AND HE JUST BELIEVED AND LOOK HOW FAR THEY’VE ALL COME FUCK ME

AND SHE FOUND THE REST OF HER FAMILY TOO BECAUSE OF HENRY

AND THEY’RE HERE ON HER FUCKING WEDDING DAY TO HER FUCKING TRUE LOVE OMFG I AM OVERWHELMED

AND SHE LOOKS AT HIM RIGHT AND SHE’S TELLING HIM THESE THINGS ABOUT TRUE LOVE AND FAMILIES

AND FUCK ME IF KILLIAN JONES ISN’T COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY IN AWE OF THE WOMAN IN FRONT OF HIM. I AM OF THE OPINION THAT KILLIAN JONES THINKS THAT EMMA SWAN IS MAGIC AND HE IS BESOTTED WITH HER ANEW EVERY SECOND THAT HE LOOKS AT HER

AND THIS MOMENT AND EMMA’S VOWS AND OMFG JUST BECAUSE YOU LEARN THAT YOU COME FROM TRUE LOVE DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU BELIEVE THAT YOU WILL FIND IT

AND YET HERE HE IS AND HERE SHE IS AND IT TOOK CENTURIES AND CURSES AND ADVENTURES THROUGH TIME AND REALMS AND FUCKING

NOW THEY STAND HERE AND SHE SMILES AT HIM THIS WAY 

AND HE SMILES BACK AND THEY HAVE PEOPLE WHO KNOW THEM YOU KNOW? ALL YOU EVER REALLY WANT IS FOR SOMEONE TO KNOW YOU, TO SEE YOU, TO KNOW YOUR STRENGTHS AND YOUR WEAKNESSES, YOUR FAILURES, YOUR SUCCESSES AND TO LOVE YOU ANYWAY. 

AND THEY HAVE THAT AND THEY’RE PROMISING TO NEVER LEAVE

AND GODDDDAMN EVERYTHING HELLLLP BECAUSE HONESTLY WHAT THE FUCK MY EMOTIONS ARE SO CRAZY RIGHT NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WITH MYSELF I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH

AND OK SHE’S PUTTING THE DAMN RING ON AND HE CAN’T STOP STARING AT HER. LIKE HE JUST KEEPS LOOKING AT HER AND SHE IS FUCKING STUNNING, I DON’T BLAME HIM

HANDSSS HANDS ARE THE REASON FOR MY BEING A PUDDLE ON THE FLOOR

HANDS AND THE WAY THEY’RE LOOKING AT EACH OTHER

AND THE WAY HE SAYS I DO, HIS EYES UNWAVERING FROM HERS

AND THE WAY SHE DOES THE FUCKING SAME *SLAMS KEYBOARD* WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS NONSENSE

LOOK AT THIS SMILE, IT WON’T FUCKING STOP LIKE OMFGGGGGG 

ARCHIE IS ME HERE. HE GETS ME. HE TOO IS MARVELLING AT THE PERFECTION THAT IS THE JOY OF CAPTAIN SWAN.

HUSBAND. AND. WIFE. THE. FUCK. WHAT. HOW. I. CANNOT. BELIEVE

THIS FUCKING PERFECTION I CANNOT DAMN BELIEVE DAMN FUCK

AND I THOUGHT I HAD DIED ENOUGH BUT NO, THERE WAS A FUCKING DIP, HIS HAND CLEAR FUCKING AROUND HER WAIST AND COMING BACK AROUND AND THEN FUCKING

YOU GOT YOUR HAPPY ENDING SWAN LIKE KILLIAN FUCKING JONES AND FUCKING EARRING

AND THEN OK, LEAVING ALONE THE DEVASTATING SMILES AND THE CONTENTMENT RADIATING OFF THEM

AND THE ARMS AROUND EACH OTHER AND THE FUCKING FUCKING EARRING

LEAVING ALONE ALL THIS, YOU HIT ME WITH A HAPPY BEGINNING?! THIS IS UNFAIR AND I AM IN TEARS AND I LOVE THEM SO FUCKING MUCH. I DON’T HAVE THE WORDS

*FALLS OVER*

someone gimme a hug pls

okay, no spoilers, but joe nicolosi is fucking KILLING IT on red versus blue right now. if you are holding off on watching the show because you hate watching it a week at a time, YOU MIGHT ACTUALLY LIKE IT THIS YEAR.

take it from someone who literally bailed on the chorus arc for two years until it was finished: this season is f i r e

I love Sidon and Sidlink, but...

I can’t devote all of my love to the handsome fish boy because Yiga Clan members are so darn attractive and I have this headcanon:

The vast majority of the Yiga boyos you meet while out and about are actually the same guy. He has a major crush on Link, but misinterprets his feelings as hatred and rivalry because all his life he has been training to kill Link. And he’s a dorky idiot tsundere about the whole thing and it’s really cute.

Side Note: I may be doing other things with this character, and if I do they will all be tagged with “that one yiga boy”.

8

#TeamKimSabu slayed it at the 2016 SBS Drama Awards. Congratulations to my beautiful family on the seven wins!

anonymous asked:

“Please just… answer me.”

11. Midnight Confessions 

Warnings: Angst mostly 

My requests are open xx


Maybe it was the way the snow was swirling outside and it reminded you of the time that the two of you leapt out of bed at midnight in nothing but your pajamas and boots to go celebrate the first winter storm. Or maybe it could have been the way that the air smelled sweet and familiar, almost like home, almost like him. Or it could have been the way that you were quite literally shit faced off of a cheap bottle of wine as you watched cheesy romance movies on Lifetime and all you could think about was him. 

You were bitter, sure. And yeah, you were a little sad. Well, scratch that. A lot sad. Really sad. So sad that you had abandoned the movie with a happy ending to instead sprawl out on your living room floor, your phone clutched in one hand, a bottle of red in the other. You’d become a cliche: the heartbroken girl, pitying herself as she laid on the floor and replayed old videos that now only held the what could have been. 

This particular video was from the time Harry flew you out to Jamaica in the middle of his recording process. Your schedules had lined up just right, you had enough vacation hours, and you missed him, dammit. You couldn’t remember if this was the second or third day you’d been there, but Harry had led you to a lush spot two miles behind the studio where he’d been staying for the past three weeks. In the center of the greenery was a crystal clear pool of water filled by a decent sized waterfall that roared on the other side of the bank. It’d taken your breath away, and you couldn’t believe that it was just the two of you where no one could find you. You two were quite literally in your own little paradise. 

“Harry,” you cooed from behind the phone. You grimaced at your voice. 

Harry turned to you, swim trunks hanging low on his hips. He was dripping wet from his swim, his now short hair slicked back from the water. “Wha’ yeh doin’?” he asked. 

“Nothin’,” you giggled. 

He smirked and your heart broke. “Doesn’t look like nothin’.” 

Harry started for the camera and you squealed behind the device. You held it up, right to his face. His eyes flicked down to the lense and then back up, presumably to meet yours. 

“Yeh havin’ fun?” he asked. 

“Are you having fun?” you asked back. 

Harry smiled as he chomped on a piece of gum. “’M havin’ a lot ‘f fun,” he admitted. 

“Good,” you heard yourself whisper. “I love you.” 

You remembered that moment clear as day. He looked angelic with the waterfall behind him, that smile on his face, hair wet and slicked back. He was yours and you were his. 

“I love yeh, too,” Harry replied. He leaned forward and the recording shut off. 

You remembered that he kissed you, taking the phone from your grasp and tossing it over next to your clothes. Then the two of you made love in the water. 

You closed out of your photos app and your thumb hovered over the call button in the lower left corner of the screen. Sober you knew it was a terrible idea; drunk you also knew it was a terrible idea, but didn’t care. So you scrolled through your contacts until you found his name, sitting there between Hannah and Harvey, one of your managers at work. You tapped Harry’s name and held the phone up to your ear, mindlessly picking at the loose spindles of fabric in the carpet as it rang. 

It went to voicemail after a while and you sighed. Your heart jumped at the sound of his voice. “Hi, you’ve reached Harry Styles. Please leave a message and I’ll get back to yeh.” 

There was a beep and then it all came pouring out. 

“Hey…’s me,” you slurred. “I was jus’ thinking about you is all. We were good together, yeah? Everyone thought so. I guess all I’m tryin’ to say is that I miss you.” 

Sober you would have hung up by now. Sober you wouldn’t have even called in the first place. But drunk you started crying, and decided to stay on the line anyway. 

“Harry… please… just answer me. I miss you. I love you. I fucked up, yeah? It’s been three months and I… I can’t stop thinking about you. It doesn’t stop hurting and I just… please. I’m sorry.” 

You ended the call abruptly and flopped your head down on the living room carpet, sobbing. Eventually, you passed out there, your tears drying into sticky trails on your cheeks. 

Hours later, at some point in the early hours of the morning, you woke to harsh banging coming from your front door. You sat up too quickly and your head pounded in protest from too much wine and too many tears. 

“Damn it, open up!” the voice yelled from the other side. 

You gasped. You’d know that voice anywhere. It was Harry. Last night’s events came rushing back and you cursed yourself as you stood, wrapping a blanket around your shoulders. 

The knocking stopped but you could still hear his voice on the other side. You unlocked the door and opened it, not concerned with what you looked like, considering he’d probably seen you look worse. 

Harry, dressed in black, a contrast to the blanket of snow behind him, turned his attention toward you, his eyes steady on your frame. You noticed he had his phone to his ear. “She jus’ opened the door…. Yeah… Yeh too… G'night.” He didn’t take his eyes off of you as he ended the call. 

“Who was that?” you asked. 

“Yeh mum. I thought yeh’d done somethin’ stupid.” He sounded pissed. 

You could feel your cheeks redden. “Well I’m fine. So you can go.” 

As you went to shut the door, Harry stopped it with his foot. “Stop pushin’ me away, damn it!” 

You didn’t have the energy to fight right now. That’s how you’d gotten into this situation in the first place. The last month of your relationship was nothing but fighting. Over what, you weren’t even sure. You felt you were holding him back, wanting too much, needing more of him than he could give. He felt he wasn’t enough, was never there, and couldn’t give you what you needed from him. 

“Harry, I don’t wanna do this,” you sighed. 

“Wha’ ‘bout me?” he protested. “Wha’ ‘bout wha’ I wan’?”

You rolled your eyes, pulling the blanket around you tighter. “It’s always been about what you want! You want to go to Jamaica for two months, you want to fall off the face of the earth, you want to do promo and not think about if I want to be there! You just go and you leave me behind! You think I care about my job at all? I work because I’m bored, Harry. I work because I want a sense of normalcy, because being with you was anything but normal! But did you ever think that I just wanted to drop it all and follow you anywhere? I was so god damn proud of you. I am proud of you. But it felt like you didn’t want me next to you when you took over the world.” You were crying again. 

Harry chewed his lip, running a hand through his unruly hair. “'F course I wanted yeh there! But I thought it’d be t’ much. I wanted yeh to have a normal life, normal friends, a normal schedule-”

“But I didn’t want that,” you whispered. “All I wanted was you, Harry.” 

“Wha’ d'yeh wan’ me t’ say?” Harry nearly pleaded. 

You shook your head. You didn’t know if the two of you could come back from this, and you didn’t have the energy to care anymore. “Last night was a mistake,” you said quietly, your voice steady, all evidence of emotion gone. “You don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine. Just please go, okay? I don’t want you here.” 

That last statement was a lie. Of course you wanted him here. But it hurt too much to look at him. 

Harry stayed put, his eyes searching yours. Knowing that one of you would have to make the next move, you took it, and gently shut the door in his face. You leaned your back against it, sobbing quietly into your hands as you heard his footsteps fade from the door. You slid down to the floor when the engine of his Rover started, and you curled up in a ball when he pulled away. 

For the second time that night, you fell asleep on the floor in your own tears, Harry on your mind.