he's just so sure

anonymous asked:

do you think jimin has mansized yet... i mean tae... kind of is but i can't tell with jimin and min is older

I mean I know Tae is buffing up lately compared to sweet 2015 noodletae, but I feel like true mansize is about thickening and squaring and plumping and chiseling all over, it’s this feeling, this maturity, this gravitas, something you grow into, and I sincerely believe that he and Jimin BOTH are gonna reach peak man around 25-27, we’ve got several years of thickening and refining left to go. And ain’t nobody ready for mansized vmin. The world can never be ready enough. 

Update / Hiatus

          So, this may be my final message for quite a bit. I am not sure, we are supposed to be moving in tomorrow, and everyone wants to be fully packed by tomorrow morning so we can start moving after we all wake up and I get home from work (kill me please it is gonna suck). More than likely, the internet will be off tonight by the time I wake up, but who knows at this point. If so, I want everyone to know that I hope you all have safe days while I am gone, and do not push yourselves. I am unsure when I will be back, could be a day, could be a few months. We are unsure so far…

          I want to say thank you all for the love, and support through these hard days I’ve been having, and giving all the blogs all the love you have. It’s been great, and I want you all to know I will come back as soon as I can. If the internet isn’t off tonight, and we leave it on till tomorrow, I WILL be doing all my drafts and memes I get from here on. So any I get by the time I wake up, and previous / replies as well. I have a draft box of 64 right now, and will EMPTY IT entirely with replies into my Queue when I figure things out if I have time. If not…well…there will be nothing from this blog or any of my others till I get back. 

          Anywho, some memes are queued, and I want to leave special messages here for a few special people who’ve been with me and been the best for so long. 

@bellvdonna / Baby girl, I know you’ve been busy, I know you dont really check your blog, and I do hate to bug you on discord…so I think I’ll just leave this here for you perhaps to see if you come back when I am gone. I love you, my beautiful Kirsten, and hope you are doing well in your classes. I hope you are having good days, and that your life situation is going better. I hope you also have your infested room free of the spiders and get to return to it once more very soon. You’re never far from my thoughts, my beloved girl, and I want you to always know that.

@ryusxnka / Caleb, you’re amazing. I know we barely talk, and to be honest, it’s my fault entirely. I’ve…gotten nervous to message you anymore? You always seem like you’re so busy, and I dont want to bother you. But you’ve been one of the best brothers I could ever have — like we aren’t even related, but you treat me better than even my own siblings did…and it means the world to me to have you around. Thank you so much. 

@rosesofflame / Little Leopard, I hope you’re doing well. It’s been a while since we last talked, and it’s my fault…but know I am never ignoring you. I just — sometimes either am too busy, or forget to reply. I have a short attention span, and you already know that; it’s not an excuse, of course, but I do feel bad. I hope you are doing well though.

@shindera / Big sissy, I love you with all my heart. You are just straight up amazing, and I adore talking to you. I’m gonna miss chatting with you so much, and can’t wait to get back already so I can blow up your box with love and support, as well as lots of meme replies and stuffs! I hope you don’t miss me too much, and that you keep giving Cinder all the love she deserves. Keep being the best Cinder around!

@essentiavitae / Ahri-mun, I freaking adore your blog, and cant wait to return to give Ichi and Ahri more time! Like seriously, they are so cute together. Cute little playful friends, protective of one another, and teasing and just. It’s adorable! I look forward to our threads when I return!

@headgrab / Jill mun I cannot wait to return to our threads either! I need more Ichigo making Jill feel the weakling, protecting her, whereas they both are just fighting for whoever is the true protector of the other! I need more little interactions, more love and support for these two — I need it all in my life! AND THEN I NEED TO BREAK THEM BOTH DOWN! MWAHAHAHAH! Ahem. Anyways. I cant wait, cause when I return, I’ve ideas :3c

          Anywho…that is about all from me for a bit guys. I hope you all have a great day, and If I can I’ll try to be on just one more night. If not though…I hope you all don’t miss me too much.

anonymous asked:

request: manuel valls' reaction to emmanuel macron being rather affectionate to theresa may during her visit to france

Here you go anon#21 :D 

(it continues under the cut as usual ^^)

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  • luke skywalker is terrifying. 
  • no, shut up, come back.
  • you have to understand:
  •  to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
  •  Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
    • so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
    • the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
    • because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
    • and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –

Don’t forget Gorillaz fans, Jamie Hewlett exist! He made all you’re favorite band members come to life in the music videos, shorts, ect! He continues drawing them countless times and works day and night to give you new content with the band members! So please appreciate him!!! ❤❤❤


Haechan teasing Mark with his own rap 😂 ❤️️❤️️


Even “casually wearing my boyfriend’s clothes long before we were official Bech Naesheim


It’ll all work out in the end, I won’t leave your side

Jungkook: You should wear my jacket

Jimin: Why?

Jungkook: You look cold

Jimin: *suspiciously puts on oversized jacket*

Jungkook: *starts giggling*

Jimin: What?

Jungkook: *still giggling* You…look like a marshmallow.

Jimin: *pouts*

Jungkook: A cute marshmallow




Keith and Red

It’s me. Keith.Your buddy. It’s me! Keith, your– I am your paladin! I’m bonding with you! Hey! 

Happy father’s day!! friendly reminder that keith’s dad:

  • abandoned him “so many years” ago, and never even told him why
  • raised and left keith in a run down shack in the middle of the desert 
    • said shack doesnt even have a bed, so keith likely slept on this decrepit looking couch thing with this thin cloth for a blanket
    • because keith had no other relatives or place to go, and due to the shack’s location, enlisting in the garrison was likely one of keith’s only options 
  • his absent father also seems to be the root of all his abandonment issues, which is probably a big part of why he’s also so affected by losing shiro and has trouble opening up to people 
  • mr kogane also never told his son anything about being half-alien that could’ve possibly helped him understand why he feels so lost, or to help prepare him for anything that might happen with the galra in the future 
    • instead, he just leaves keith with the bom knife and tells him nothing about it
    • doesnt tell him anything about his mom either
    • this ensures that keith’s only way of finding out his past would be to endure a perilous cult-like initiation that either ends in “knowledge or death,” which could’ve totally killed him  
  • it might just be because keith’s having this weird nightmare vision, but his dad in bom sure seems…strange. like, how he keeps the windows blocked off and keeps telling keith everything will be fine if they just stay inside. if those lines were pulled from like a repressed memory or something, then the implications just…arent very good…

ya i just…. i would fight keith’s dad


Draco feels a tremor tear through him. His fists are clenched, his jaw muscles tense, his chest tight, his knees wobbly. He’s breathing heavily as his stomach twists viciously, the hot feeling inside it beginning to spread, infecting the rest of his body. Like venom. He stares down the empty corridor, lit by torches. His vision blurs, little spots appearing in front of him. He feels dizzy. He wants to scream. He wants this feeling inside of him to take physical form, so he can punch it, destroy it.

He wants the rage to leave his body.

Well, what Draco really wants is the cause of his rage to go away. How many letters from his father is he supposed to receive calmly, while Lucius keeps going on and on about how disappointed he is in his son, not sure if he can be even called his son any longer.

Draco feels sick. His stomach gives another twist, but Draco refuses to show weakness. He will not be sick. No. He hears, rather than feels, his jaw cracking as he tenses his muscles further. His arms are shaking now. Unthinkingly, he turns to the wall and punches it. Hard. He feels no pain, but there’s another cracking sound.

Draco feels his eyes sting, which only makes him angrier. This will not make him cry. He will not spill a single tear over this. And yet, he can’t seem to stop the hot tears from running down his cheeks.

He startles when he hears footsteps echoing off the walls. He hastily wipes the tears away with his sleeve and looks up. Of course. Of course it has to be Potter!

“Malfoy.” He sounds puzzled. “What are you doing here?”

Draco doesn’t answer and averts his eyes, in fear of Potter noticing he just had a moment of weakness.

“Malfoy,” Potter repeats. Draco feels a new surge of anger course through him. He wants to hit Potter. Hexing him wouldn’t be gratifying enough. He wants to physically injure him with his hands, his whole body.

Before Potter knows what’s happening, Draco lunges at him. His fist connects with his jaw and Potter stumbles backward. He blinks a few times, obviously flabbergasted and blinks at Draco stupidly. After a moment, he frowns.

“What the hell, Malfoy?”

Draco lunges at him again, trying to land a punch. His vision blurs once more, making it difficult to see where to hit Potter. But it doesn’t matter. Draco doesn’t care which part of Potter he will injure, as long as it hurts. He wants Potter to hurt as much as he does.

But Potter is fighting back. He hits Draco in the stomach, making him flinch. He welcomes the sharp pain. It numbs the other sensations in his body. It doesn’t last long, though. Once again, he feels detached from his body.

Draco’s not sure, but he thinks he got Potter on his shoulder and punched his chest, knocking the breath out of him. When Draco starts whirling around again, striking out in an uncontrolled manner, he suddenly feels arms encircling him, clutching him.

“Damn it, Malfoy, stop,” Potter shouts. He tightens his grip, trying to get Draco to stop moving. Draco fights against the restraint, tries to break free, but Potter is apparently stronger than him.

“Bloody hell, I heard you’ve been starting fights lately for no apparent reason,” Potter squeezes out while Draco still tries to get him off him. “What is the matter with you?”

Draco just grunts and tries to shove his elbow into Potter’s side. He fails. When all his attempts fail, he finally slumps down. Potter, surprised by the sudden extra weight, tumbles and they both go down.

Draco needs a moment to realise he’s half sitting in Potter’s lap, his body still somewhat encircled by Potter’s arms. It’s too much. Draco can’t take this. The hot tears he spilled earlier are nothing compared to what’s happening right now. He’s choking on his own sobs, every inhale torture to his lungs.

He can’t even win a fight against Potter, Draco thinks bitterly. Is his father right? Is Draco really a disappointment? Draco is faintly aware that he’s heaving and puffing, his chest aching.

“Malfoy,” Potter says quietly, uncertainty clear in his voice. He hasn’t moved his arms and Draco wants to slap them away, because the warmth that’s seeping through his robes is too bittersweet for him to bear. It’s not Potter’s intention to comfort him with this proximity.

“Your hand,” Potter suddenly mutters. Draco looks down at it. His hand his bruised and swollen, the skin on his knuckles cracked. He still doesn’t feel any pain. He’s just numb, like most days lately, not in control of his own body.

He hates that he can’t get up and just leave. He’s still sitting in Potter’s lap, sobbing like a child. Draco feels a tentative finger under his chin and tries to jerk his head away, but Potter’s grip is firm. He forces Draco to look at him and Draco can do nothing against it. He stares at Potter as several emotions pass over his face. His eyes are wide and his mouth opens to release a warm puff of breath. Draco feels it on his face and it’s like Potter has struck him.

The aching in his chest worsens and Draco breaks down completely. He lets his head fall down, not caring where it lands. The fingers under his chin disappear, as Draco’s head hits something solid. Potter’s shoulder, he realises, when something soft tickles his ear. Potter’s hair.

Draco knows this is wrong. He knows Potter is getting a glimpse of something, Draco has been trying to hide from everyone. He can’t show weakness. He just can’t.

He isn’t sure, at first, if he’s imagining something pressing into his back and the warmth on his cheek, until he tries to turn his head and finds that he can’t. Because Potter’s cheek is pressing into his, his arms are around Draco once more. He’s drawing circles on Draco’s back with his palms rather awkwardly.

Draco really does know this is wrong and he has no idea what possessed Potter to actually try and comfort him, but when Draco feels a warm hand move over his head and begins stroking his hair, Draco closes his eyes and decides that, just for tonight, he will forget about everything that is wrong.

I can’t get over… how GOOD Tony looks… in Spider-Man: Homecoming… like… he looks so put together… he’s working with the government to create programs to clean up superheroes messes… he’s still saving the day as Iron Man… he’s mentoring the future New Avengers young superheroes… he looks Hella Beautiful in that black suit…

Tony is becoming Ultimate Avenger Leader Tony Stark…. like, full offense, he’s blossoming without Steve Rogers the other Avengers… he doesn’t need them to Get Shit Done… he doesn’t need them

I feel so happy and vindicated we have been blessed friends.


okay but how funny would it be if, after all this build up, Sam is the one to use the grenade launcher