god i miss this shit

The signs as my students

Aries: The girl who answered the question “what’s something that’s magnetic?” with “Beyonce” 

Taurus: The boy who ran around at recess screaming “I LIVE TO DIE”

Gemini: The kid who thought snapchat face filters were just some cool game and was always asking if he could ‘play snapchat’

Cancer: The student who looked me straight in the eyes and said “I can see things other people can’t” and then went right back to drawing velociraptors.

Leo: The girl who wrote a full-page story about a woman who fell in love with a giant ear of corn. The best line of the story being “The corn was always there for her.”

Virgo: The kid who would call me over to fill me in on the latest third grade gossip every morning

Libra: The student who dramatically sat down across from me after school and said, “Miss we need to talk business” when asked what kind of business replied, “Chip business”

Scorpio: The student who was not actually in my class at all but was somehow always in the classroom anyway

Sagittarius: The boy who during aftercare somehow snuck out of the school, walked to the 7-11, and then came back with a huge bag of chips

Capricorn: The boy who grabbed my hands one day, started humming tango music, and proceeded to pull me away to dance around the room with him

Aquarius: The kid that called me over in the middle of silent reading time to tell me that moth man did nothing wrong and was just a guy trying his best

Pieces: The little girl who every time she saw me would scream “warning you!” before jumping onto me and expecting me to catch her


“Look, I know you doubt me, I know you always have. And you’re right. I often think of Bag End. I miss my books. And my armchair. And my garden. See, that’s where I belong. That’s home. That’s why I came back, ‘cause you don’t have one. A home. It was taken from you. But I will help you take it back if I can.”


probably my last work doodle + current mood

nico fought lycaon in blood of olympus?? i’ve seen 236479 posts about percy and annabeth’s weird out of character make out in athens but i’m only hearing now that nico fought lycaon and WON in blood of olympus???????? i can’t even be subtle anymore about this stuff eat my whole ass i can’t believe this

anonymous asked:

wait, what's the difference between Cassian's real age and the age they say he is?

I’m assuming this is in response to my tags about the amazing @notbecauseofvictories thing I reblogged about Cassian and Mon Mothma, because I vaguely remember typing something like that, but it might not have been; regardless, if anyone reading this diatribe hasn’t read it, they should go do that. 

Diego Luna is 36. 37 now. Born in 1979, just like me. Look at him, look at his face as he plays Cassian; he has creases around his eyes and the bones of his face are sharp in a way they weren’t when Diego Luna was in his mid-20s. He’s beautiful, he’s not young, he’s weathered and sharp and his life is engraved on his face. He’s not old, but he’s not young. I can’t find the still I want: it’s when Jyn has the blaster and he tells her to give it to him, and she slyly says “Trust goes both ways” and he stares at her for a moment. Every minute he has lived shows in his face in that shot, every moment of pure agonizing bullshit he has ever weathered is just right there to see, and it’s fucking amazing. It’s like a half-second acting clinic in Having A Face While Being In Your Late Thirties And Having Seen Some Shit. It’s absolutely what I wish I could do with my face. (I can’t. I have zits and wrinkles at the same time. No one takes me seriously, I get carded for booze, and I’m also old enough to be invisible. it’s amazing.) I can’t find it, so have this still instead. 

According to Wookieepedia and various promotional materials, Cassian Andor is 26.

It’s not… impossible… for a man of 26 to look like that but… why… 

I’ve just done the Extra™ thing and looked up what Diego looked like when he was 26.

As someone of Diego’s actual age, I feel like that matters. I understand, Cassian would lead a more weathering life than Diego presumably has (I actually don’t really know his RL business but I’m assuming it involved a lot less murder and espionage, and I’m super sorry if that’s an incorrect assumption, but come on Diego is a human sunshine muffin I’m not drawing this out of thin air here).

He’s still not a baby in this photo, of course. He has lines around his eyes, a little bit. Probably if he were frowning his forehead would have some of that crease in it that Cassian has in every frame (because he is frowning in every frame, but, you know). But his cheekbones are still smoothly hidden under softness, there are no hollows above his jaw, he’s soft and smooth and pretty and it doesn’t take anything away, he just doesn’t have as many lived moments in his face to turn wearily on Jyn and visibly decide that he just has no fucks left to give over whether she shoots him or not.

Anyway! A bunch of us writer types were sort of just assuming that Cassian was played by an actor about his age, and have constructed headcanons accordingly, and they are way more interesting headcanons I think than him being a murder baby! It’s the sort of thing, I admit, that at 26 I would have been like “what does it matter” but now that I am 37 I am like “no it matters a bunch, honey”. 

ALSO FELICITY JONES is 33 and I was SO EXCITED that they had a heroine over 30 but NO, Jyn is supposed to be like 20 or whatever, WTF. WTF! WTF! Ugh. COME ON, LET WOMEN AGE. It’s bad enough the only women in star wars have to be under five-three and brunette with large eyes and wide mouths but now they also have to be under 30 whether or not their actress is. (CARRIE FISHER WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME.)

Obviously the casting people weren’t really thinking “not every adventure has to happen to Very Young Adults” which is what I was so excited about, they were thinking “These Hot Young People Should Be Played By Hot Slightly-Older People Because Adventure Makes You Look Slightly Older Than You Are”, which is bullshit

 God fucking bless the Nihon world, ruled and guarded by official CLAMP lesbians Tomoyo,  Amaterasu and Soma.

Oh, and one giant grumpy ninja who I possibly love very much.

  • Actual Good Criticism of SJW section of Tumblr: Pointing out the cult like things of "Never question anything" and fear mongering towards anyone who does, the rampant anon hate towards anyone who makes a mistake, DOXXING anyone who makes a mistake, the incredibly bad disease of turning anything into the oppression olympics in order to get sympathy, the trend of turning identities into nothing more than oppression points, excluding any group that isn't "oppressed enough", oppressed groups invading other groups spaces, ect ect
  • Bad Criticism of SJW shit: God I missed it when I could say the r slur whenever I wanted and there were only two genders
If Laurens and Alexander reunited in the afterlife
  • Alexander: ....Laurens?
  • Laurens: Alexander?
  • *they run up to each other*
  • Laurens: Alexander!
  • Laurens: you have messed up so bad!
  • Laurens: you were so RECKLESS!
  • *Laurens slaps Alexander*
  • Laurens: you have been a stupid shit!
  • *Laurens is silent for a moment, then hugs Alexander*
  • Laurens: .... *deep breath*
  • Laurens: ....but you're MY stupid shit. God I missed you.

smh i’m trying to redecorate Wes’ loft and i realized i have like 0 rugs from cleaning out my cc a few months ago. i closed my game to go hunt for some but ended up downloading 200 items of cc.. none of them were rugs.


You Are Worth Me Changing Myself (Dean Ambrose/Jon Moxley imagine)

You promised yourself that you wouldn’t be caught up in anybody remotely close to being like Jon Moxley, but when you come face to face with him at work once again, you can’t help yourself… Especially when he swears he’s changed… A lot. This is the second part to Love the Way You Lie. 

Word Count: 2,121 words.

Warnings: eh, there’s not many in here actually, mentions of fluff, cursing

Tag List: @flawlessglamazon @neeadinghugs (yo, just hit me up if you wanna be tagged in my stuff) 

When I got rid of Jon Moxley, I hoped and prayed that I would never encounter him again. But the Fates apparently has a personal vendetta against me. I was working out at a Crossfit gym when I met the lovely Seth Rollins. He was charming, dashing, and such a heartbreaker. 

At first we were fuck buddies. But still, Moxley and I’s toxic relationship came back to knock me in the forehead. I broke it up and luckily for me, Seth is all about understanding situations like that, so we became best friends and over the years, our bond only grew stronger. And when he finally got called up to the main roster of WWE with his close friend, Roman Reigns, and one kid that he used to feud with a lot down in FCW that went by the name of Dean Ambrose. 

Seth tried on multiple occasions to get me to meet Dean but every time I was free, he was busy, and every time he was free, I was booked to the max. Like I said before, the Fates have a personal vendetta against me, I swear it. Ask Seth if you would like verification. 

And somewhere along the way, Seth had managed to get me a job with the WWE as a backstage interviewer. It was totally cool with me until the night that I had started working and I found out who Dean Ambrose really was. 

“(Y/N)!” Stephanie chirped as she turned to the corner and spotted me. I gave her a huge smile then declared, ”Thank you again so much for giving me this job, Mrs. McMahon, I’m so grateful for it.” She waved her hand at me and assured me, ”It’s fine. And please don’t call me Mrs. McMahon. Makes me feel old and wrinkly. Steph is fine, okay? Now, you’ll be interviewing the Shield boys, which is Seth Rollins of course, Roman Reigns, and Dean Ambrose. They’re all pretty laid back in real life but they will be acting like complete and utter… Well, how do I put this kindly so I don’t offend anybody in this situation… Entitled dickfaces who only wants to serve justice to the world. Good luck tonight.”

I nodded and thanked her before I touched up my makeup and hair then turned and begun running over my questions that I had prepared mentally for this interview. I sure as hell didn’t want to mess up my first night at this job, because that would just be flat out horrible. 

“Miss. (Y/L/N). You’re up in five minutes.” a fellow stagehand informed me before hurrying off to complete another task for another employee. I turned and began taking deep breaths while waiting for the Hounds of Justice to show their tails. When I caught sight of the blond hair, that’s when my breath caught in my throat. He had changed.

 His blond hair was slicked back and instead of his eyes holding nothing but unkempt madness, they were now cold, calculating and filled with an underlying sense of insanity. But I still felt the slight jump of excitement mixed with overruling panic. I felt a little dizzy on my feet and my hand slammed against the  wall then he froze in place as well. 

“(Y/N), we’ve gotta start filming now or the entire show will be behind.” I nodded in acknowledgement then met the three men halfway and I took a deep breath before plastering a smile on my face. The interview went as smooth as it could get, with Jon- Dean burning a hole through my head as I chatted and asked questions. Seth and Roman shot each other many looks, especially when I forced myself to ask their friend a question, and my teeth clenched together. 

“Um, you wanna tell me what that was about?” I heard Roman hiss to Dean as Seth cupped my cheek and forced me to stare blankly up at him as he asked me several questions about my current mood and mental state. But instead of me answering any and none of his questions, I just shrugged and muttered, ”It’s nothing, Sethie, just my nerves. I’ll be okay.”

“Hey, you know you can talk to me right?” he asked, brushing his thumb over my cheekbone. I nodded and hugged him before making my way back towards Steph’s office where I asked her where I was needed next. It turned out that the Fates decided that I could be granted one miracle in my life and she told me that one of the other interviewers had showed up and was more than willing to take over my position for the rest of the night. 

I hurried back to the hotel and jumped in the shower before washing my hair and body in record time then got dressed, still freaked out by tonight’s events, but that’s when I heard the rapid knocking at my door. I froze and shuffled closer to look out of the peephole then screamed, ”Go the hell away, I have no desire to even look at your stupid face!”

“(Y/N), can we please just talk about this? Please? I swear to fucking God, I’ve changed!” he insisted, knocking again. His voice was raspier than I had last heard years ago and I almost gave in but instead, I ignored his pleas.

“Dammit, I know you can hear me, doll. Just open the door and we can talk.” I couldn’t help it. Something in my mind insisted that I opened that door at that moment and demand an apology for the months of agony that he put me through, and I would then agree that we was both abusive to one another before shoving him out of the hotel room again. Only, it went the exact opposite way of what I had predicated. 

When I opened the door to begin yelling at him, he cupped my jawline and cheek before crushing his lips to mine in one of the softest kisses I had ever experienced.

 “God, I fucking missed you. I’m so fucking sorry for all the shit I put you through. I-I, when you left me, I realized that I cared for you. It was more than that though. I was in love with you. And now you’re here.” he panted as he pulled away from the kiss. I blinked once at him before hauling back and punching him across the bridge of his nose. He cursed and held his nose before blinking a couple times in return at me then declared with a small smile grazing his pink lips, ”You always did hit harder than most of the guys I know.”

“You have some fucking nerves,Mox! We practically destroy each other and when we end up meeting up again and you ask to talk to me, you just spring a kiss on me? Are you fucking crazy?” I demanded, crossing my arms over my chest. I knew he wasn’t the only one at fault but I still held quite a bit of resentment towards him and I wasn’t just ready to forgive him. 

“I mean, according to like everyone that I’ve ever went against in a fight, they end up calling me a lunatic so I guess you could call me crazy. And I don’t go by Mox anymore. Like, three months after you fell off the face of the Earth, Sami and I fell apart and I stopped going by Jon Moxley. I don’t even like hearing it.” he muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. I sighed and shook my head then started to walk towards the mirror that hung on the wall, not even bothering to shut the door on my way there because I knew he was determined to talk and when he was determined to do something, you might as well not fight him on it. 

“You look gorgeous.” he pointed out as I stared into the glass. I shrugged and looked down to where the necklace was dangling around my neck into my cleavage. It was a silver crescent moon with hints of blue glitter splattered over the metal. He had bought me it the same night in which he found the two cats. 

“Mox, you idiot. We need a litter box if we’re going to keep these two.” I screamed, cleaning up the tiny pee puddle that Logan had left behind before I went in search for Storm. He gave me a sheepish smile as he turned the corner with his hands tucked behind his back then remarked, “It’s a good thing that their box including the necessities then, isn’t it?”

My eyes slanted into a look of suspense and I stepped closer then warned, ”I swear to fuck if that’s another cat, I might have to murder you.” He chuckled at my death threat and entered further into the room before he replied, ”Good thing for me that it isn’t another cat then, because I kinda value my life, ya know what I mean, doll?” I nodded and waved my hand in a circle to signal my desire for him to move this along then he stated, “In order for me to give this to you, you have to turn around.”

I groaned and turned around, my eyes closing as I sensed his arms wrapping around my neck, then shivered when I felt the cold metal hit my skin, but I still kept my eyes closed, no matter how excited I was to find out what it was. When he finally whispered in my ear that I could open my eyes, I looked down and gasped at the simple beautiful in the necklace. 

“Mox, it’s wonderful! Thank you so much!” I exclaimed, capturing him in a tight hug. He chuckled and returned the embrace then muttered,”Yeah, I saw it and it reminded me of you for some reason. Maybe it’s because you’re pretty and it’s pretty.” I smiled and kissed his cheek as Logan and Storm circled in between our ankles, causing us to share a laugh.

“You kept it after all the shit we went through.” he choked up,  eyes glued to the reflection of my necklace. I shrugged and murmured in return, ”I couldn’t seem to bring myself to get rid of it, ya know? Too many damn memories.” He sighed and claimed the arm chair beside the couch then scratched the back of his head before he replied,” Yeah, I know how it feels. You wasn’t the only one who was that ruined by that relationship, you know?”

I nodded and turned to face him when he looked up at me then I said,”Yeah, I know. But why are you here, Dean?” He sighed and ran a hand through his unruly curls that I missed playing with before he stood up again then answered,”I miss you. So fucking much that it hurts to see you. I want you back, (Y/N). I want to start again. I want to try again. I’m different, I swear. I’ve changed. Please just give me another start.”

I ran my hands through my hair then sighed and looked at him with a bit of a blank look before I tilted my head a little as I spat out,”How many girls since I left you slash kicked you out of my life?”“None.” he answered automatically and I sensed the truth in his words then asked, ”And you completely changed?” 

Dean nodded eagerly, hopping to his feet in front of me, then shrunk down to his one knee and exclaimed, “I swear I have. I’ve never hit another woman and never gotten into an actual fight unless the guy deserved to get his ass beat.” I snickered a bit at the tail end of his sentence then pinched the bridge of my nose and met his pretty blue eyes as I declared, ”Alright, fine. Last chance for you and I. Don’t make me regret it.”

That was eight months ago. Now we’re standing under an arch with Sasha Banks, my best friend since elementary school, and Bayley on my left while Seth, Roman, and the one and only, Sami Callihan on Dean’s right as the pastor declares ,”By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now declare you two man and wife.” Cheers explodes around us as Dean dips me into a breathless kiss then I grin against his mouth when he finally pulls away. 

“See, I told you that I had changed.” He mocks, smirking at me. I roll my eyes then mumble,”Don’t push you luck, I will divorce your ass in a heartbeat.” He chuckles and kisses me again. That’s when I realized that he really had changed for me.  

anonymous asked:

God honestly when I heard the "And all this time I blamed myself" I rolled my eyes so fucking hard because did you really. did you REALLY. you're telling me you actually blamed yourself instead of every single thing around you. miss 'i didn't do anything wrong my husband still loves me!' did you really blame yourself.

alskdjlkajd ANON I love you bc this is the freshly brewed tea piping, scalding hot and I live for this.

LIKE NO! Idk when she’s ever expressed guilt before she’s always just accepted the crappy things she has done but then what has she really tried to make right? As of right now, she’s following Shadow to make herself feel alive again like…..I think tf not you trick ass bish!

There was a time that I was so in love with you. There was a time every moment with you felt magical, every moment was perfect and every moment was one I wanted to stay in forever.

There was a time that I was so in love with you, but I can’t remember that time.

I can’t remember what it felt like to be in your arms, I can’t remember what it was like to hear my name leave your lips at 2am as we danced in our underwear, I can’t remember what it was like to have our bodies intertwined, while simple laughter filled the midnight air.

There was a time I was so in love with you….but who am I kidding? I still am.

—  I miss you dear (10:49pm)