hand flip

chaoticsawyer  asked:

HOLLY I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS, BUT YOU GO AND SHOW ME 'THAT' STILL AGAIN, THE BETRAYEL, I TRUSTED YOU!!! *over exaggerated painful yelp, hand on forehead, dramatically flips hair, walking away*

I refuse to suffer alone anymore. You signed up for this.

No lie. I’ve been watching it for 5min straight. It’s been months and i’m still not over it.

OKAY but real talk I love how extra dan is with everything. when he wins, he celebrates by shouting and pointing finger guns and doesn’t drop it for 10 minutes. when he loses, he pouts and rolls his eyes and grumbles. when he’s intrigued he questions it for half an hour and goes on a wikipedia spree. when he’s disgusted he flips his hands up and yells and scrunches his face while shrieking. when he’s happy he grins using his whole face and he laughs loudly and claps his hands together. when he’s embarrassed he covers his face and curls into a ball and wails loudly. when he’s angry he yells and points his finger and furrows his eyebrows and steams abt it for several hours. when he’s entranced he stares for several seconds and takes it all in, appreciating every detail. he just expresses his emotions so unapologetically and I’m so happy for him and I love his unashamed way of showing emotion.


Even if skills activate they can still miss, so you’re better off hoping an anvil falls from the sky.

a list of things that remind me of you:

turtleneck sweaters / violin cases / eating chocolate icing from the jar / the entire score of Wicked  / honeybees / hot chocolate / cinnamon / 7am / writing letters / checking the mailbox / checking the mailbox again / black ankle boots / minivans / bad parking jobs / gelato / the gaslight anthem / mumford and sons / anything played on the ukulele / custom lingerie / fake red roses / post-it notes / German / naughty schoolgirl contests / nuns / obscure indie music / Ohio / 9:30 Club / E.E. Cummings / Avatar: The Last Airbender / holding hands at the movies / flip phones / ordering chocolate milk at a restaurant / ferris wheels / 22 / drunk voicemails / Birdies Coffee Shop / honey spice rooibos tea / polka dots / pianos / pool tables / the way it feels when you ache and ache and ache and then sink to the bottom of the bathtub and for just a few minutes it doesn’t ache anymore
—  trista mateer
Zen Picks Up A Call From MC’s Ex

(Third installment on “RFA Picks Up A Call From MC’s Ex”, this time with Lovely Zen! In all honesty, I think that if MC hadn’t been so close and expecting a call from a friend, Zen would have been more… Savage. But MC was home and was expecting a call, so he had a much more tame reaction. Check out the reading tips for PC and please reply or put in the tags with your opinion ^^)

Word count: 1166

Pairing: Zen/GenderNeutral!MC

Warnings: alcohol mention, ex lover mention, also Zen does the thing where he compares people to wolves lol

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some doodles from tonight of @oztrichbunz‘s precious water-themed Genos who I’m absolutely going to draw more of in the futureヽ(´ヮ´)ノ

@anjelzjelly129 I’ve fallen in love with your drawings of Genos with an undercut and I used that concept here except with a ponytail (which I am,, very bad at drawing,,,, I have almost never drawn hair pulled back uughhguh)
now that the artblock is gone, the laptop is fixed, and I’m no longer sick (surprise, I had a 48 hour flu) I can FINALLY DO THINGS AGAIN

holtworks  The 1, 2.
300 Blackout Pistol
@vortexoptics Sparc AR red dot optic
@hogueinc chain link G10 grip and trigger guard
@ballisticadvantage 9" Performance Series 300blk barrel
@vg6precision Gamma 300blk muzzle brake and CAGE device
@aimsurplus E3 black nitride BCG
@davinci_arms 8.5" Leggero Hand guard
@aero_precision flip up iron sights
@strikeindustries_si SI Curve fore grip, enhanced mag release, bolt catch, takedown/pivot pins and charging handle
@radianweapons 45/90 ambi safety
@trigger.tech 3.5lb curved drop in trigger
@inforce01 Gen 2 WML weapon light
@lancersystems Hybrid mag from @themagshack loaded with 220gr HUSH subsonic ammo from @freedommunitions.
Battlefield Green Glock 19
Slide work by @mod1firearms
@vortexoptics Viper red dot
@ameriglosights suppressor sights
@s3fsolutions threaded barrel
Frame work by @gnptactical
@overwatchprecision FALX trigger
@etsgroup mags

Everything about us was electric. From the moment we met, shy eyes peeking past the people that separated us, it was like falling through the sky. Topsy turvy and clutching hands and flipping stomachs. We touched each other like we might never have another night, tip toeing around words like forever. We only understood this moment, that moment. Here, now. But we called it love, and those moments never drifted too far.
     Electric. Late nights of too much vodka and other lonely souls that smoked with us in silence and skin that screamed for more and more and more. But mouths that screamed, too. At one another because that boy looked at me for too long, and you forgot your credit card again, and commitment was a word you never understood. Screaming for more and more and more. More than this and that and here and now. Blood rushing from our hearts to our heads as we fell and fell and fell through the sky. Love, we called it. As if a four letter word could keep us from crashing.
     But it took me a long time to realize that love isn’t falling. Or crashing. Or electric. It isn’t uncertainty and pain and being so scared you forget why you jumped in the first place. No, love isn’t falling at all; it's landing.
—  A girl who spent too much time in the sky

and she says that she misses the way lips like to curve into a smile– her favorite shape. a reason to be happy because someone gives her just the right amount of attention. intoxicating, she says. you can feel a smile through the phone– when someone likes you back, there are no questions– just more answers. like did she smile today? check. did she get a text from him? check. did he paint her soul today? check. did he make her feel safe? check. and when she says i missed you like a hand misses holding a pencil, she doesn’t know that he understands the need for affection– so he draws her into tomorrow. why buy flowers? a drawing of a flower never wilts. she misses him like a book misses the feeling of the reader’s hands flipping through each page in search for an ending– she doesn’t know that he enjoys the feeling of brand new books and the way they smell. so when he opens a poetry book, he reads it to her. she’ll never have to skip a chapter ever again. she misses him like a silly poet that misses the recent supermoon– there’s always a chance to see it again. so he talks to her every night. she doesn’t have to be afraid of nightmares– his mind is built on dreams. she’s just a dreamcatcher– and he’s just caught. she misses him like the moon eating ice cream to get over the sun– 24 hours in a day, it’s just not enough. so i’ll add more hours into a day, i’ll make the impossible something real. she says that she’s grey. deprived. colorless– he sees none of it. he only sees the burgundy. he only sees art where she sees chaos. he only sees light when she sees different shades of a bruised nightfall. the twilight star– and still she says– i miss you. everyday. she misses something that’s not quite perfect. i would say missing someone that much is simply crazy. but that’s the thing… isn’t it? you do crazy shit when the chemicals in your brain implode into a palette of poetry. that’s the thing. she knows that he misses her too. each i miss you… counts.

| Dec 6 |