do you know who the real MVP is? kinoshita hisashi, that’s who. #7 for karasuno. the kid with light brown spiky hair and cat eyes. do you know what he does? he encourages narita and ennoshita during the rare instances they do get to play. he wholeheartedly vouches for ennoshita as next year’s captain. he cheers karasuno on in every single game. he performs all the penalties, all the flying receives and sprints up grassy hills, all the drills and all the practices. and yet, he’s always just watching from the sidelines. he has literally never played in an official match since we have come to know him. he gives his everything to karasuno and his team despite never having played. not even once.
Funny how antis call Kylo a ‘rapist’ because of a single line he said when the one who truly had those vibes was Unkar Plutt. He had a creepy if not obsessive sexual interest in Rey and tried to take her by force with him at Takodana if it wasn’t for Chewie saving her. It’s in the novelization btw not the movie.
Hideki Kamiya was asked by a fan on Twitter which of the characters he has worked on would he like to see in Super Smash Bros. His reply? Well, he would like to see every single character he has worked on make an appearance in the beloved franchise. If you could pick one character that Kamiya has worked on in the past who would you like to see battle it out in Super Smash Bros?…
Stanford is the first case Sam doesn’t want to solve. Whispers reach his ears when he’s alone in his small dorm room, deadly silent and accusing. There is no heartbeat answering his own, no light snoring to be heard, no tossing around. He’s in a single bed and misses cold feet slipping under his thighs. When morning comes, the mattress is heavy and stained with his loneliness. His sheets remember his dreams, he never does.
There’s a saying. When you’re in love you see the object of your affections everywhere. Sam sees Dean everywhere. But he’s not in love. He’s mourning. He’s grieving a brother whose heart he can’t reach with a look anymore. He misses the fingers that always knew how to touch him, the lips that left silky promises on the back of his knees, between his shoulderblades, in the hollow of his throat. He misses the warmth of being whole.
There’s a gaping hole inside his chest, thousands of paper cuts that make him bleed all over his ribcage. And yet he doesn’t want to leave. Never wants to leave this place, the lectures and the routine, people he can call friends and can commit to his memory. He has his own place, not home, never home, but a place he has the keys of. His entire life does not fit into a duffel bag anymore. He writes himself into existence again, and finally, finally, people know who Sam Winchester is.
The shivers run deep. Maybe he’s haunted. He doesn’t want to hunt the ghost that follows him around. He doesn’t want to solve this case, and make Stanford just another name on a map of first dawns. He looks at kids who wear band shirts, Zeppelin, Motörhead, Metallica, all not worn or soft enough to pass as true reliques. There is nothing in the lore about this. Quiet ghosts, peaceful monsters. The claws that dig into his stomach are tender, press insistently but they’re only trying to hurt him out of love. There is no spell to cure heartache. Silver and holy water are useless against loneliness.
There’s no space in his room but there’s plenty between his bones. Day after day, Sam dutifully fills his mind with stolen memories, jeans ripped at the knees, light freckles on plush lips, warm and innocent laughter. He’s not home, but he can’t go back. So he waits for home to come to him.
There was something about the way she looked at him. Something about the way she talked and smiled at him. Felicity was a pretty outgoing person, but with Peter she wore her heart on her sleeve and was completely herself. She was never so open to anyone but him. And that made him fall harder. It’d been a long night of fighting crime, and stopping petty criminals, and he absolutely loved coming home to this. He single bedroom apartment he shared with his beautiful red-haired girlfriend, and at the end of the night, he could watch her sleep and cuddle against her. He ran his hand across her face as he watched her sleep and drew closer to her. “I love you.” He whispered softly against her lips as he kissed her goodnight and fell asleep cuddling against her.
Bucky And Steve Have been married for 4 years. The happiest years of their life…they can’t get enough of each other. To be Honest they can’t breath without each other. So what happens when Bucky gets into a horrible accident erasing every single memory he had. How will Steve take it…and well how do you make your husband fall in love with you all over again…when he doesn’t even know your name?
*Yes damn it I saw The Vow last night…I had to…don’t you dare judge me*
I feel that if Harry goes solo & releases a single, a new era will begin. Everybody's going to go nuts. We're going to be sent to heaven ad then back to buy the shit out of his stuff. I mean every single person he touches *becomes gold* loves him.
Traits: Good Sense of Humor | Social Butterfly | Inappropriate | Hopeless Romantic | Charismatic Favs: Stu Surprise | Hip Hop | Spice Brown Sign: Virgo
Male, early 20s. Sims University freshman, majoring in Business. Has a family full of women: His mom and three elder sisters. Due to his home environment, he knows when to shut up (and listen) when talking to girls. His good sense of humor and easy adaptability in new environment and around new people helps boost his popularity around campus but people tend to back away once they found out about his inappropriateness. Ollie is a hopeless romantic and thinks every girl he goes out with is “the one”. Currently though, he single and ready to mingle.
Common sense. Kissland used two hard songs as singles, so they didn't get as much exposure. Beauty behind the madness used more "radio friendly" songs that made it easy for the other singles to get more play and exposure. Simple math.
Fuck yo simple math hoe. Don’t talk to me like I’m a fucking 3 year old. All I was saying was that Wanderlust should have been just as big as cfmf and itn. I don’t need a goddamn lesson on why he released the singles he did.
Another townie makeover done! This handsome fellow is Maru Mango and believe it or not he lives on Mango Way. lol The last name & the street name must be a co-inkydink, yeah? I think it’s a bit silly but anyways, he moved to ST for work and runs the Island’s military base, and he is single. Look out ladies!
Before and after shots as usual. This lot is pretty small and I swear this is like the smallest lot I’ve ever had to build on. I felt really restricted of space so I built a second story. :)
This post is about an event that happened a few weeks ago while talking to a supposed “ally.” But first let’s go back a week further. I don’t hide who I am at work, but I don’t flaunt it either. I’m asexual and aromantic. And if someone is complaining about their wife, then I’m going to chime in about never having wanted one. I haven’t told everyone the word asexual, but if they figured it out, then I wouldn’t lie to them. Which is exactly what happened with Steve. The day of everything was fine, I told him to google the Ace flag (which is black/grey/white/purple). I happen to wear a purple/black/grey flannel shirt most days to work, and I thought he’d get a kick out of it. Boy was I wrong.
The next time I saw Steve a week later he was (in his eyes) trying to give me a compliment, but every single word he said was offensive. He started out with, “I think it’s cool you chose to be asexual.” I immediately looked at him and returned, “I didn’t choose to be asexual, I found a word that describes my experience, so I use it.” He was all, “Right, right, sure.” Then he said he thought it was cool I “didn’t do this halfway.” Which of course confused me to no end, does he think asexuality = celibacy? Or that it should? What the hell? I tried to ask him what he meant, and he got really defensive, saying how it would be like a gay man having sex with a woman. And I tried to explain that sexuality does not equate to whom you have to have sex with, but he wouldn’t hear it. I was obviously uncomfortable, and he was getting mad, so I wanted to get back to something positive. I asked if he had googled the ace flag. He looked at me like I was a speck of dirt on the ground and said, “I’ve had an asexual friend before, but they didn’t wear purple every day.”
That’s when I left feeling like a piece of trash.
It was weeks ago, and I still haven’t gotten over it. That’s why it’s taken me so long to post this. If an “ally” isn’t willing to learn, they are not an ally. If an “ally” puts others like you down, they are not an ally.