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[TEASER #5 & 6 UPDATED!] SVT 2017 “Alone/Al1″ Project Prime Number Deductions

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[UPDATED with explanation of TEASER #5 (WOOZI) AND TEASER #6 (JUN) as of May 13th, 04:13 KST]

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Of Matches and Midriffs

Daryl Dixon Imagine

This imagine is brought to you by @love2rhyme’s autocorrect. :D I’m very happpy you made this story happen, it was so much fun to write :D


You’re spending a day with everyone at the pool.

approximated reading time: 7 minutes

word count: 1389


It was a day in June when we finally had what came closest to a normal day since all this started. I was lying on a lounger near the pool, a cold drink in my hand and sunglasses on my nose watching the scenery in front of me. The deep blue water, the smoke from the other side of the pool where Abraham tried to make the best barbecue we had ever tasted, the smell of burned meat in the air as Abraham had to admit that he was a bit out of shape when it came to barbecueing. He was cursing like a sailor while Sasha tried to calm him down and save what was left to save. Fortunately, we had prepared salads and other side dishes to go with the steaks. Side dishes that had been just now upgraded to main dishes as it seemed. I smiled to myself as I took a sip from my drink.
“Watcha smilin’ ‘bout?” Daryl appeared next to my lounger almost out of thin air. His hair was dripping wet. A few drops fell on my bare skin as he bend down to breathe a kiss on my lips. A shiver ran down my spine and I couldn’t quite tell if it was caused by his kiss or the cold water on my warm skin. Either way, I didn’t mind.
“So, who won?”, I asked as Daryl sat down at the end of the lounger. Carol had convinced him to play a round of water polo against Rick and Michonne and Carl and Enid had happily joined them.  
“With Enid in our team, the others didn’t stand a chance”, he said with a big grin on his face.
“So, basically Carl was too distracted by Enid to concentrate on the game?”, I said smiling.

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serafina-constantine  asked:

Priest!Kylo officiates a wedding ceremony. How would that go? I mean I just really need to see him and Demon!reader start to have genuine feelings for each other please o_o im trash

I’ve been sitting on this for like, ever–sorry. I just kept thinking about it. I don’t know if @kylophiliac is in agreement with me, but I imagined it going something like this–


You’d sat through a few ceremonies before. Reluctantly. Never with much investment. You’d arrive, take a pew far in the back, watch him work. Sometimes, you were there because he’d insisted, and you could hardly stand to deny him your company (the greatest gift of all, of course)–but this time, you’d been genuinely curious. What was the big deal about human rituals, really? A few words, a piece of paper–really, how trite.

After the end of the ceremony, after the bodies in the pews had receded like a tide, you observed him–standing at the altar, robes flush with his frame, thick waves of hair curling like crescents at his nape. His brow furrowed, eyes darting back and forth to finish some notation he’d been scribbling. The pen looked tiny in his large, strong, hand. Like a twig. He could snap it if he wanted.

The thought made you shiver.

Your connection failed to filter this thought–he glanced up at you, catching your hungry gaze and frowning. He mumbled your name, and when you didn’t respond, called it louder.

“What?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Kylo shook his head. “Come here.”

“Why?”

“Don’t make everything a fight.” He rolled his eyes. “Just come over here.”

Hiding a smirk, you stood up, brushed out your skirt and tromped down the aisle, face twisted in a faux-grumpy look. Ren’s gaze followed you.

Cute girl.

Your face broke into a full smile, and you threw yourself dramatically over the lectern, batting your eyelashes. “Oh, am I?”

“Yes.” He placed the pen on the altar, sauntering over to you with a grin. “You are.”

He paused, then, studying you–you heard his thoughts, how he admired your eyes, your lips, the light of stained-glass in your hair. But then he shifted, his stare hardening. He considered the words that left those lips–the ones that made him laugh, the ones that made his heart ache. The mind behind your eyes–the mind that kept him questioning, wondering, and yet–still faithful. He remembered the way you looked early-morning, dusted with sleep, curled like a cat into the crook of his arms. And he remembered how your hands looked folded inside of his own, how he found the glimmer of stars in your gaze, even in darkness of midnight. Ren took your fingers between his own. He stared at them, and swallowed.

Your heart thumped in your throat. “What?” you asked, quieter this time. “What is it?”

“Would you…” His cheeks flushed. “Would you…”

Just say it, Ren.

You fought back a smile. “Would I ever want to get married?”

He deflated, dropping your hand. “Yes,” he said. “Something like that.”

You snorted. “No, of course not.”

If he was attempting to hide his hit-by-a-freight-train look, he was failing. But he nodded, throwing up his palms. “Sure. Yes. Right. Very stupid idea.”

What are you thinking? You’re a priest, you moron–

“Wait.” You snatched his hand, tugging him toward you. “That’s not what I meant.”

He blinked. “Then…”

You sighed. Why would you want to get married when you had something so much… more? You were bound–spiritually, inexorably, eternally. How could you entertain the idea of a sunrise when every morning you opened your eyes to a supernova? Why possess a star when you already owned a galaxy? What else would you need to sign when you already knew his soul? And how could you explain this to a human–a human who fought with the very nature of his existence from the minute his day began?

A long breath escaped you. “I meant–” You pursed your lips. “I meant that–” Dammit, why was this hard to say, now? There was a knot in your throat. “In my mind, Kylo… we already are.”

Kylo met your eyes, his lips parting. His other hand brushed over his chest–the place where you’d left your first scar. “Oh,” he said. He wet his mouth. “Oh.”

You smiled. For some reason, your face felt hot. “Yeah.” You brought his knuckles to your lips, ghosting them with a kiss. “Oh.”

Hello! Happy Holidays to everyone here! ^o^ 

This might be my last Christmas thing I’m gonna draw, but I’d like to dedicate it to those I’ve met this year, who have changed me for the better <3

To everyone here, I hope your holiday is as merry as many of the songs we sing put it out to be. As always, enjoy!

(Fun fact: Isabelle’s birthday is December 8th! So she’s very little in this image ^o^)

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anonymous asked:

I know everything Steph does is a pure gift but what are your favorite All Time Greatest Steph moments?

TOP 5 STEPH MOMENTS (no specific order)

1. The Slap™ . iconiqué, talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same,

2. when she dragged bruce 

3. WHEN!! she took cass’ place for a fight and she just

4. WHEN SHE BECAME ROBIN SHE WAS SO HAPPY!!! BOI!!!!!!!!! NOT BAD FOR THE DAUGHTER OF AN OLD FAILED BANK ROBBER EH

5. WHEN SHE HAD TO FACE HER WORST FEARS AND STILL!! KICKED ASS!

BONUS:

When she sticked her tongue out at bruce i love her so much

when she took damian to a bouncy castle im gonna cry

harold…

tfw a boy gives u an opinion u didnt ask for

(and the following #clapback, “let’s not throw stones, boy wonder, im not the one dressed like dr mid–nite”)

this got too long but lets leave it there

Humans crave melodrama, they crave fiction. When you’re sitting alone and texting, it’s because you’re bored. Our imagination is our greatest gift, and our greatest curse. Because we’re bored all the time. And that’s what fiction does for us. It gives us a sort of simulator for bigger stories, bigger emotions. That’s what ‘Lord of the Rings’ is, that’s what 'Phantom of the Opera’ is. That’s what 'Goodfellas’ is. That’s everything, it’s us watching, and feeling. The human capacity for empathy, through imagination, that’s why we have stories.
—  Max Landis, ‘Wrestling Isn’t Wrestling’ (2015)

Justice smith is, no argument, the single cutest lead in anything, ever, and his performance in the get down is so inspiring and breathtaking. the sensitivity and openness and frankness portrayed as a black teenage boy with his black teenage friends? That’s a revolutionary role and his acting is phenomenal, his rapping is amazing, his entire character is the greatest gift to my laptop screen of all time. I love him a million times over (and also- I’m so happy for him? Like the last thing I saw him in was paper towns and that was a manic pixie dream girl shit fest with two poc as side characters, and to go from that to the get down? Must be an amazing experience. I love him I would die for him)

Headcanon: Prompto’s Chocochick

Once upon a time, an anonymous benefactor bequeathed the greatest gift of all unto Prompto.

No, it wasn’t eternal life or endless wealth or approval of all those he sought it from. 

No, he was granted but a simple wish he hadn’t ever thought to voice; a small chocobo chick of his own was placed into his care.

He might be a city boy, born and bred, but he’s doing decently at raising this little chocobo who likes to act more like an overgrown cat and sassmaster made of feathers than a regal bird who’ll bare them upon her back once she’s full grown.

She likes to hide in his vest, and sometimes she’ll ‘kweh’ from within, letting you know she’s there; she’s quite fond of tucking her head beneath anyone’s arm and snuggling there for the night– she also adores  being picked up and carried around, like chocobo royalty.

She won’t grow out of this habit, and will still try to get into her ‘father’s’ arms when she’s full grown– he’ll let her.

Throughout her life she’ll acquire a myriad of names, beginning with Rutabega and transitioning to Rhubarb and then to Rhuby, for her feathers are as red as the sunset over the hottest sea, bright and jewel toned.

Other days her name is the longest version of ‘Hey You You Can’t Eat That Get Your Beak Out Of The Trash RIGHT NOW Young Lady’, amongst other things. She’s a smart girl, despite this, and knows when she’s doing wrong.

Prompto doesn’t give her up even when the daemons swarm Eos, and, really, she was truly the best gift from a face he’d never seen– He doesn’t question her origins, and she doesn’t question his.

Just Like Heaven

okay so lightly based off of this video and for misha7collins who i love dearly. also the song in this fic is this
ao3

A sharp rap of knuckles on his bedroom door stirs Castiel from his thoughts. He blinks slowly at his reflection in the mirror and slowly turns off the running water. Another year older, he thinks grimly, might as well accept it.

“Coming.” He calls to whoever is behind the door. He wipes his face on the fresh towel and makes sure all the shaving cream is gone before he steps out of the bathroom.

Before opening the door he gathers himself and takes a deep, calming breath. All of the attention of birthdays always makes him nervous. Coupled with surprises, which Dean has a penchant for, Cas’ stomach is a knotted wreck. He exhales through his nose. He’s okay.

He closes his eyes as he opens the door, steeling himself for the crowd of people Dean has likely gathered on the other side. But as the door swings open with a quiet squeak there’s nothing. Cas opens his eyes cautiously.

There’s nobody there. His hallway is empty. He carefully peers around the corner, making sure there’s no one waiting to jump out and surprise him. There’s no one, and besides, Dean’s likely learned his lesson after the first genuine surprise party and the black eye he had a week after. The only thing is a small whiteboard placed at Castiel’s feet. He squints at the words neatly written there: “Greenhouse.”

Cas’ eyebrows crease together in confusion. Well, this is different. The greenhouse is certainly a staple in Cas’ life and it holds a very special place in his heart for more reasons than one, but he can’t imagine why Dean wants him to go there. Oh shit, he thinks, stopping in his tracks. If Dean is throwing a party in the greenhouse Cas is going to have his head. His plants will be ruined. He grits his teeth and briskly walks to his backyard with more urgency.

He’s prepared to yell at Dean as he rounds the corner, ready to see a huge crowd of people fogging up the glass in his precious greenhouse but he falters when it comes into view. The doors are open, beckoning, and there are old Christmas lights strung up along the inside, bathing the interior in a soft yellow glow. Castiel’s heart clenches, how long has Dean been out here working on this? He can’t see Dean anywhere and decides to venture inside.

Inside it’s even more beautiful than he could imagine. He trails his fingertips along the leaves of his plants as he always does.

There’s a chair in the middle of the central aisle. Castiel comes to it and lifts up the iPad sitting on the seat. There’s a post-it note with the words “play me” on it. Castiel rolls his eyes. Dean is definitely pulling out all the stops for this birthday.

Cas sits down and sighs contentedly as he looks at his plants bathed in the warm light. The night sky is dark and the stars are twinkling through the glass panes of the greenhouse. It really is a lovely night, he thinks. If only Dean would show himself and they could spend it together. He supposes the only thing he can do is follow instructions.

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freaking-isadorkable  asked:

i have a huge ass family so every year we do this big secret santa thing on the 25th. last year, the kids were able to join in the fun and my little 8 year old cousin said all he wanted was food and that his favorite one was sausage. when he opened his present and saw it was THE BIGGEST package of sausage ever, he started screaming and running around claiming he had won the greatest gift of all times. i love that little weirdo

omg this is adorable

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Muhammad Ali in his own words: Ten greatest Ali quotes

As renowned a boxer Muhammad Ali was, “The Greatest of All Time” had a gift for words. Ali’s eloquence has resulted in phrases like that still resonate in society and transcend sports. 

The former heavyweight champion died Friday night at the age of 74, finally succumbing to a long battle with Parkinson’s disease. 

He was never shy and was always able to drop a memorable line. Here are 10 of his best quotes.

1. “Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.”

2. “I’m the greatest thing that ever lived! I’m the king of the world! I’m a bad man. I’m the prettiest thing that ever lived.”

3. “I hated every minute of training, but I said, ‘Don’t quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.’”

4. “The man who views the world at 50 the same as he did at 20 has wasted 30 years of his life.”

5. “It’s just a job. Grass grows, birds fly, waves pound the sand. I beat people up.”

6. “I know where I’m going and I know the truth, and I don’t have to be what you want me to be. I’m free to be what I want.”

7. “I done wrestled with an alligator, I done tussled with a whale; handcuffed lightning, thrown thunder in jail; only last week, I murdered a rock, injured a stone, hospitalized a brick; I’m so mean I make medicine sick.”

8. “Champions aren’t made in gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them — a desire, a dream, a vision. They have to have the skill, and the will. But the will must be stronger than the skill.”

9. “The best way to make your dreams come true is to wake up.”

10. “Friendship … is not something you learn in school. But if you haven’t learned the meaning of friendship, you really haven’t learned anything.”

starburning  asked:

kid meme: arya x tristane and arya x gendry :^)

IF  THEY  HAD  A  KID.   |   @starburning.

Name:  nymeria  martell.    (  called  miri,  to  avoid  confusion.  )
Gender:  female.
General Appearance:  miri  has  dark  hair,  that  when  she  was  growing  up  she  used  to  keep  in  a  scruffy  braid,  but  as  she  grew  up  she  cut  short  for  ease  of  fighting  &  travelling.  she  has  sandy  olive  skin,  &  grey  eyes—    so  dark  they  might  count  as  black.  black  like  her  soul;  she  might  drawl,  sarcastically.  she’s  lithe  &  athletic  &  has  intricate  tatoos  along  one  shoulder  &  arm  that  she  had  made  out  of  scarring  she  had  suffered. 
Personality:  wit  is  Miri’s  greatest  gift.  she  is  sarcastic  almost  all  the  time  &  prone  to  hiding  her  true  feelings  whatever  they  are  as  well  as  any  negative  feelings  such  as  worry.  she  is  a  fighter,  &  learned  her  mother’s  water-dancing  but  has  a  love  of  wild  horses  &  exploring  old  ruins  out  in  the  sands.  yet  her  major  strength  is  her  intelligence. in  all  other  ways  she  takes  after  her  mother  yet  she  is  bright  as  a  button,  quick  &  plotting  like  her  father  &  grandfather.   Doran  would  be  proud—  at  least  he  would  if  she  had  any  care  for  Kings  &  Queens  &  the  great  game.  she  hates  it.  she  dreams  of  riding  dragons  and  slaying  them  both,  and  riding  wild  horses  naked  by  sunset.  wise  women  don’t  seek  the  cages  of  thrones.  but  some  of  her  family  dislike  her  distaste  for  duty.
Special Talents:  water  dancing,  horse  riding,  intellect,  sass.
Who they like better:  her  father.  she  enjoys  their  games  &  their  discussions.  though  she  drives  him  crazy  sometimes  by  not  taking  them  seriously.  with  Arya  finds  quite  funny. 
Who they take after more:  her  mother  mostly.
Personal Head canon:  in  Dorne  they  call  her  the  wolf  of  the  plains. 
Face Claim:  naomi  scott.

i’ll  do  a  Gendrya  bby  in  a  bit  but  I  just  love  Miri  &  need  to  stop.  lol.