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–i love you!!!!
–hi i love you!!!!!!!!!
–hey!!!! you’re super cute!!!!! i like you a lot!!!! just lettin u know in case u forgot how rad you are!!!!!!!!
–AAAAAA I LOVE THIS BLOGAAAAAA
–I would die for you
–You are so handsome I just love you so much
–Present Mic!! I will always say Heys! and Yeahs! every times you call out to us listeners!! <33

“THAAANKKK YOUUUU LISTENERRSSS!!!!!!!!!”

clefa  asked:

stolen-century era barry and lucretia nerding out together 💕

we call this, the author demonstrates her brief interest in cell biology combined with a penchant for emotional headcanons about our favorite characters’ families


The world the Starblaster encounters during cycle eleven is filled with beings so long-lived as to be practically immortal. Finding the Light is no trial - with age comes wisdom, and the ancient beings populating this world hand it over with little difficulty, wisely parting themselves from such a destructive force, handing over the Light and earnest well-wishes.

Lucretia’s spending the day with Barry, in his lab. She’s tired of spending so much time outside, because this planet has three suns and despite Lucretia’s darker skin she, eventually, burned as well. Today, Barry’s looking into - well, immortality.

Lucretia is a relatively unobtrusive observer. For the most part she listens patiently as he explains his research, puts up with his tangential ramblings and long pauses for thought, and skillfully steers him back into explaining whatever point he’d lost in his own distraction. He supposes she’d rather need interview skills, being a biographer and all.

She wasn’t trained as a scientist by any means, but she asks the right questions, and that’s more important than any amount of schooling, in Barry’s opinion. That and genuine curiosity, and she’s already a sight more fun to bounce ideas off than half the researchers Barry encountered during his time in university.

She’s not asking many questions today, though, which is strange. Barry’s rattling off the basics of chromosome generation, using human biology as a basis, and she takes notes astutely, her pen skittering unfettered over the paper.

“So, uh, basically what I’m looking for is - like, in all of our bodies there’s this thing that kinda…prevents our chromosomes from being destroyed before they age properly.”

“Telomerase,” Lucretia fills in without looking up from her notebook, and Barry says “Yeah,” before he really processes what she said.

Then: “Wait, what?”

“Telomerase,” she repeats, and her pen pauses its movement. “You’re talking about this - the equivalent of telomerase in whatever version of cells these people have, right?”

“Yeah,” Barry says slowly. “Yeah, how did you know that?”

It finally seems to occur to Lucretia that Barry is impressed. “Oh,” she says, flushing. “That’s, um, not a story for the lab, I think, but I’m just - if I had to guess, they’ve probably got too much telomerase, so their chromosomes aren’t being degraded fast enough, right? Too much telomerase and you’ve got immortal cells and functionally immortal beings,” she says, looking pleased with herself, before her smile drops. “Well. In most cases.”

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doodled a human orisa idea and efi as a lil’ warmup!! i know this is gonna be a popular thing to draw but i wanted to give it my shot!

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I feel like Link needs more hugs than he receives in game (which is nearly none).

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sorry, I actually went a bit overboard with this AHAH 
So, I wasn’t really planning in expanding the ‘lovechildren’, but I ALREADY BROKE MY VOW so here you go, JJ’s children. 

Jean Jacques Junior is the firstborn. He’s also a skater, he’s the same age as Mamoru and they debuted together. His nickname is Jr, and he’s actually the total opposite of his father. He’s responsible and cool and has a real ‘big brother’ air surrounding him.
On the contrary, his two little siblings, twins Jasmine and Jean, are JJ’s exact carbon copy. They skate as a pair and debuted the current season, snatching away all the golds. Their motto is ‘it’s double JJ’s style!’  
The twins are very fond of their big brother and he also loves them very much (even tho he has to go and stop them from doing unnecessary things cfr.) 
All the children have two names with J and all have at least one name from their father-but I think y’all already noticed-

Bonus: 

the not-so-little Noah is the secondborn of Giacometti’s household. Save him as he has a terrific crush on Jr since junior days. (he also has an older sibling, still deciding whether male or female)

Yuri on Ice Lovechildren AU

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yoongi’s adorable gummy smile for @agustdulce​ (happy birthday, mi amor!)

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archer with a sword

finally hauled ass to draw bnha for the first time!! which happened to be on lil beansprout’s special day by sheer coincidence! happy birthday midoriya ♡

anonymous asked:

buck do you have plans for thanksgiving?

yeah, i have a plan. well, it’s technically more of a scheme, i guess. and you guys have to swear not to tell…anyone with common sense, really.

i’m gonna make a Trashcan Turkey. 

what is a Trashcan Turkey, you ask? let me enlighten you to possibly the most brilliant, terrible, wonderful bird-cooking method i have not yet tried. i’ve talked clint and johnny storm into helping me with this, it’s gonna be a disaster. 

(this is not to be confused with the Dumpster Bird incident, where sam and clint both wound up in the same dumpster, and then hulk thew the whole thing at an evil giant crab, not knowing they were inside. but don’t worry, they were fine. eventually.)

anyway, a Trashcan Turkey is exactly what it sounds like: a turkey cooked inside a trash can. you take a long, sturdy wooden stake and drive it into the ground (or better yet, take some rebar and weld a crossbeam so the turkey can’t slide down) and then cover the stake and the surrounding ground in tin foil. if you wanna catch the turkey drippings, you can put a bundt cake pan on the ground with the stake in the center. then you mount the turkey on the stake, all seasoned however you like. 

then you take a new–and that part’s key–NEW metal trash can and put it top-down over the turkey. 

and then you light a bunch of charcoal on fire. 

you heap the burning charcoal around the base of the trash can and put more burning charcoal on top. i’d recommend a shovel for that job, if you don’t have a fireproof metal hand or a really flammable inflammable dude to just grab them directly. thanks, johnny.

then you keep it all burning for awhile. i’ve been told that the formula is 1 hour for a 10 pound turkey, plus ten minutes per additional pound. 

when the time’s up, you remove the coals and the trash can. that part can be a little dangerous, because everything’s very hot, but again: fireproof friends/hands. 

you should have, at that point, a perfectly cooked Trashcan Turkey.

i’m sure why you can see why this is appealing to me. there’s fire, food, potential for disaster–it’s all the most important parts of life combined in one family holiday event.

there’s no way this goes well. 

it’s gonna be awesome. 

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It’s without surprise that Logan’s preferred dance style would revolve around Popping and the likes, right? :^)

Many of you figured it out in advance! I’m so glad you did!!

A round of applause for the dancers that inspired me: one, two, three.

Songs I was listening meanwhile: * * * , as well as every Harder Better Faster Stronger version there is.

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Favorite moments from Drunk History with Impractical Jokers Q and Sal.

the thing about Bakugou is that, in the limits that his personality allows, he’s soft for Kirishima - he calls him by name, listens to him and always answers him, tries to help him out as best as he can, accepts his help when Kirishima offers it, actively works to make him feel better when he’s down, never yells at him unless it’s an answer to Kirishima’s teasing, has no problems in complimenting him and pointing out his strength, he’s soft for Kirishima

he openly considers him a friend and treats him as such, he cares and doesn’t really try to hide it, though his inexperience in showing that sort of feelings does make him come off as awkward now and again 

I guess what I mean to say is it’d be nice if the fandom could remember that, instead of writing him as angry and prickly and downright offensive and uncaring when dealing with what has been recognized by the canon as his best friend and someone he does enjoy the company of over and over again

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jace herondale lightwood + last appearance in season 2

Fanart for @zanimez’s fanfic Barrel 

anonymous asked:

Akira is just 707 in disguise

Reblog if you think the boy on the left is just as beautiful as the boy on the right.

This Life Is Fine

Originally posted by shxwnmendess

A/N: I really don’t know where this came from but i wrote it bc i couldn’t start another piece so here. thanks to @sourshawn and @holyhotmendes for writing such good shit & giving me inspo to better my own, i love u guys :’)

enjoy guise x


She loved seeing him in one of his most vulnerable states. Splayed across his mattress, legs parted, and short breathy pants falling past his bitten lips. She loved him with every bit of her heart, sometimes it ached. Y/N loved being the reason he laughed the loudest and grinned the brightest. However, she loved being the thing that made him moan the loudest the most.

“Fuck it, I’m done waiting.” Shawn sighed in relief as he slammed Y/N back down against his thighs. She yelped, reveling in the feeling of his hips stuttering against her heat.
“Again, please.” He granted her request, gripping her hips in his palms and pulling her off his throbbing cock. She screams when he drops her again, the tip of his cock hitting her deepest spot perfectly. 

She rolled her hips over his own, picking up speed with every rotation. Shawn thrusts his hips up, meeting her gyrations in sync. His fingers bite into her hips, leaving reddening bruises that’ll still be alive in the morning. “Come on honey, I feel you clenching.”
“I can’t.” Y/N cried. Every single one of her sense were on high alert, exceedingly hypersensitive to everything. She’s teetering on her fifth orgasm of the night, Shawn already having ripped three from her with just his tongue and the most recent with just his fingers. She really felt like she couldn’t.

At least she thought she couldn’t. The moment Shawn’s lips encase one of her breasts while in his large hand and his left thumb relocates to her clit, it’s no longer impossible. Another orgasm tumbles out like the cries now floating from her throat and her body convulses in his lap.

Her arousal leaks over his pelvis like the sweat dripping down his neck and it starts a bolder, fiercer fire in him. His hips thrust briskly, chasing his release through a tortuous maze. He can feel it coming, he knows it’s gonna take him; take every last puff of air from his lungs. It’ll snatch the lasting remnants of energy from his veins and he tries—he tries so fucking hard to prepare so maybe it won’t—but it catches him unsuspectingly.

The burn in his throat after the loud “Shit!” he screams is nothing compared to the ache of his bones as he cums, holding her body flush against his own. His hips stumble, riding out the last of his orgasm and he just sits there, Y/N in his arms and a goofy lazy smile slowly finding its way on his face.

He’s so fucking gone. He could think of a million and one different ways someone else would say to spend the night, but this was fine for him. This was enough and he wouldn’t like it any other way.