i am so done with your face

  • Lin-Manuel Miranda, sitting on a giant pile of cash, safe in the knowledge that his show is sold out for a year, a person who has always been able to access theatre shows: Stop The Bootlegs I Don't Like Them
  • Poor People: [stare into the camera like they're in the office]
This changes everything...

Okay so all this time I’ve been…. i adore Victor. I adore how we’ve seen more and more of the real him and how his relationship with Yuuri has grown and how he has found life and joy and love. But the way he was all ‘I am here naked TELLING not asking that I will be your coach’ and full on flirting even in the face of ‘wtf do I do and how do I react aahhhhh!’ from early Yuuri was always a bit odd. And I figured just his persona on overload right? We saw less of that as the series went on and they got to actually know each after all.


Victor didn’t know that Yuuri didn’t remember that night.

So far as Victor knew, Yuuri had done all those things, been that openly sexual and humped his leg whilst asking Victor to marry him be his coach. So Victor was responding in kind. It isn’t just that Victor had a crush (and it was a crush, not love, they didn’t really know each other yet) as others are saying. It’s that Victor didn’t know Yuuri didn’t remember all those things and so was acting in keeping with them.

Also, this possibly explains why he was so amused by the ‘I find Eros in food because I am incapable of understanding it in any other way’ thing at the start.

i should have done more but this is all my attention span would allow ahaha

@terror-in-the-dream​ - yo i AM LIVING for your style, the spacing between your features is like so different but PERFECT like im crying, and DON’T even get me started on ur colours ;-; its like im in a foggy kaleidoscope daydream whenever i look at it, like im teleported into a soft warm summer haze.

@eightmonkeys - your style is so unique, you pick certain features and exaggerate them and like????? it always looks so good???? and all your faces are so different and i can always tell exactly who it is???? also the way you draw Laurens is AMAZING <3 A++++++++ so good

Oh joy..the “Discourse” (??) about Women in Magic is back...

First of all..this shouldn’t be discourse. It pisses me off.

Second of all, if you have something to say, things like “But everyone deals with the issues,” or “just get over it,” or “don’t be so special snowflake,” or “this isn’t even an issue,” or “feminism doesn’t belong in Magic,” or “but but, I’ve never seen a woman be disrespected!”or “women are actually the problem in Magic,” or “actually men face the same issues as women” or ANYTHING LIKE THAT

Just. Don’t. Freaking. Say. Anything. Keep your mouth shut. 

Seriously, I am not usually this blunt or mean,I try to be nice to everyone, polite and kind I hate being confrontational, but just keep your mouth shut, you’re making yourself look like an idiot and you are the problem

I. Am. Done. Dealing. With. It.

Imagine Dean being jealous of how close you are with Stefan.

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

“Really now?” Dean’s groan was heard behind you and you blinked several times at him when you took your eyes from your phone.

“What?” you asked the older Winchester as the younger didn’t even blink. Too focused on finding information on your newest enemy.

“What what?” he scoffed “Don’t you ever stop texting or what?”

“I’m just getting done Dean.” you huffed, rolling your eyes.

“That’s what you said about half an hour ago!” he exclaimed and Sam snickered slightly, only to get a bitch-face from his older sibling.

“Dude what the heck is wrong with you?!” you raised your arms “I am talking with Stefan and he is informing me about the sirens and everything that is going on there!”

“Right. Informing you.” Dean pursed his lips “For an entire fucking hour! And let me guess, him talking to you about how those bitches killed so many people made you giggle right? Because don’t deny it-” he pointed a finger at you “I heard you giggle (Y/n)!”

“So what if I did?!” you scoffed “Geez Dean, what’s gotten into your pants anyways?”

“Apparently nothing- or a least not what he’d want. That’s why.” Sam muttered but then groaned when Dean hit him hard in the head. He gave him a look, warning almost of something, and Sam only rolled his eyes.

“Whatever with you.” he mumbled, focusing again on what he was previously reading.

“And just so you know I didn’t giggle at that. Stef is just positive because everything seems to be going better and he just you know- he was just saying a joke.”

“Stef? He is Stef all of a sudden?” Dean’s eyebrows shot up and for what seemed like the millionth time you rolled your eyes.

“What joke?” Sam asked bored but still interested as he rested his chin on his hand.

“It’s one about sirens and-” you started with a giggle but the hard look on Dean’s face stopped you and you got serious again.

“Really?” Dean hissed, giving his brother a look of disbelief.

“What?!” Sam exclaimed.

“Shut it Sam, you are just- not helping.”

“Not helping in what? If you mean supporting you in this crazy moment of jealousy then thanks but no thanks.” Sam huffed, grabbing his computer and leaving the two of you; after giving you a comforting pat on the shoulder.

“Wh-what?!” Dean’s voice rose an octave as he stared in disbelief in Sam’s way “I’m not- I’m- not- Shut up.” he grumbled, running a hand down his face.

“And you-” he pointed a finger at you and you straightened your back “Jokes? Really? And about sirens? What’s next? Jokes about the devil?”

“I actually had a good one-” you looked down at your phone but before you could realize it he hd grabbed it and turned it off completely with a kind of satisfaction you had never seen before.

“Hey!” you exclaimed and he grinned, proud of himself for what he had done.

“Now we really get to talk.”

“Stefan’s gonna think I am ignoring him Dean!” you pointed to the phone and he shrugged, his smile getting bigger.

“Let him think! I don’t give a crap. Just ignore him for a little bit. Youve been ignoring me for the entire week!” he huffed little a little child and you blinked.

“I-Ignoring you? I- I wasn’t Dean!” you defended yourself, because truth was that even if it has happened you had never meant it.

“Yeah right. That’s why you were texting non-stop with- with fangs boy! I can’t even believe I am saying this!” he made a gagging face and you frowned at him.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you sighed, tired of his bitching.

“He’s a vampire (Y/n)! He’s a freaking vampire! And not only have we let him live but we are also helping him with his problems!”

“Alright, first: his problems are ours too. Those sirens are killing people and we need to stop that no matter the case. And second: you were best friends with a vampire yourself! Why can’t I too?”

“Because you’re freaking flirting with him!” the words left his lips before he could stop them but for a moment he didn’t seem to care about stopping them.

“What?” you scoffed.

“Just what you heard.” he clenched his jaw “You are flirting with him, and he is too and you are just letting him be.”

“And why the heck does it matter to you huh?” you huffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest and he was takenaback for a moment “You’re not my boyfriend, are you?”

“I- I’m- I’m your friend!” he said as if it was some excuse when he wanted (and you really wished that) to say that he didn’t see you as just a friend.

“And that’s suddenly supposed to give you the right?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I’m your best friend!” he huffed slightly, an adorable frown on his face that almost made you smile but you held it back.

“I know, and I’m not going to replace you.” you shrugged “If I get a boyfriend-”

“A what?!” his voice came out high pitched and you literally struggled to keep yourself from giggling.

“I’m just saying.” you raised your arms in the air. Although truth be told the friendship you had with Stefan wasn’t all that innocent either. There was always some underlining tension but he was just too sweet to be too forward about it.

“Wh-what?” he scoffed “Salvatore guy?” he frowned and you shrugged.

“Yeah, why not? I mean he is a great. Nice, sweet-”

“He’s a freaking vampire (Y/n)!” he exclaimed, as if it was supposed to be a deterrent “We are supposed to hunt vampires! You are supposed to hunt vampires! Not- not go and- and make out with them!” he made a disgusted face.

“Sheesh don’t get your pants in a twist.” you huffed, rolling your eyes “So long as I don’t have to put up with your jealous ass-”

“I’m not jealous!” he almost squeaked out “I’m- I’m just not!”

“Yeah Dean, keep trying to convince yourself.” you sighed and he gave you a look.

“I’m just- I’m not ok?” he huffed “Who should I be jealous off? The guy is practically dead!”

“Well, if you think about it-” you shrugged “So are you, right?”

“Not the point!” Dean exclaimed, shifting awkwardly in his place.

“Right, the point is that your eyes are more green than ever just because you are not jealous of Stefan.” you rolled your eyes as you snatched your phone from his hand “If that helps you sleep at night.” you shrugged as you walked past him.

And he kept huffing and puffing like a little child “I’m not… jealous.” he mumbled.


… when skellies get elctricuted? idk man.

hah, fuck anatomy, I am having a helluva fight with this artblock, so just getting something stamped as DONE is a fucking miracle

also - I have too many different ways I want them to look as humans, I had such a hard time picking a design… and then, out of my hands this crap came to be. Im sorry, it’ll be better next time pfffff

White people I am begging you one last time:


Forget about congress. Focus on your local government. See previous post for information.

 I need you to cast your whiteness and shield me by having Nazi’s hear them through your face. To help drown me out as I am shouting, with this constant fear that I will be silenced by your brethren.

And instead of taking action you will weep for me and sigh and move on.
So look at me. Look at what you’ve done. Look at the choices I am being forced to make. I challenge you to make them for yourself even in the littlest ways.

March with your words as well as your bodies. 

Hate speech is the lowest but most powerful form of Fascism. You normalize it. You joke about it. It has impact because your whiteness is so powerful it gives it impact.

Give your voice productive imact. Know that poc and jewish people and muslim people and people with disabilities, and lgbtq+ people already know this. And we defy fascism with our existence but now we are vulnerable. 


People marched in Germany. They marched on Hitler, but you stopped. And your white gentileness condoned it. And Jewish people, and people of all related intersections died for it. Because as much as we shout your voice will always overpower mine because of your whiteness.


I challenge you to use it now, like you are dying. I need you to step outside yourself enough to know your neighbor is about to die if they haven’t already. Know that I could possibly die for imploring you to FEEL MY HUMANITY. You’ve co-opted my stories in media. You used white faces. Even when poc are in it we are shunted and ignored and broken. I am dangerous to Nazi’s because I am challenging you to unlearn and resist fascism in every breath by FEELING MY HUMANITY.

But Fascists at their cores are cowards. They will hide until you are silent. Their whole movement and ideology is based on you using your whiteness not to shame them, until you condone it with your actions. You are always the last to know, so I need to do what yu can to wake others up cause so many of you are still sleeping. And you let your friends sleep. And you reward bigots with your friendship. And tell me that’s their opinion. YOU STILL EXPOSE ME WITH THAT DANGER.

I am still waiting for your silence. I am still waiting for you to turn me in because you think using violence to protect myself and my neighbor is the same as violence itself. I am waiting for you to use MLK as a trope and tell me to sacrifice myself cause it makes you sad to think about. And know I will drop you. Do not burden me with your white guilt cause if I find out you voted for Trump I will drop you. Because of the risks you are forcing me take just by speaking out.

And know if you are silent now. I will be mad as hell. I don’t care if you take my words. Use them. Adopt them. Mess up. Unlearn. TRY AGAIN. But if you are silent, I will forever believe that whiteness is irredeemable. I will forever believe that you will always prioritize your whiteness over everything else. And if you feel guilty I will relish in it. Because this is your fault. You made this happen.


Again white people. Add your voice. Share this and feel free to add on, change this, break this, shame me, but talk about this. Show me and others you are committed to protecting us. Do not stop trying when you mess up. Where you can. When you can. Be our shields when you can because I have to prepare for the real consequences of your silence. 

When they see you in your bathing suit for the first time.

Request: Can you do a reaction of Got7 or bts seeing you in a bathing suit for the first time. 

A/N: I am going to do both but I haven’t done a Got7 scenario just yet so I am gonna start with them first! 

Originally posted by jackseunie


He would be shocked at how much skin you were showing, you weren’t one to show off your body but he would complain. He would be staring at you the whole time you were walking to him with this shocked face but the initial shock wore off he would be such a flirt about it.

“STOP IT!” You looked at him with a half serious face. Out loud you hated it but inside it made you feel really attractive.

“I can’t! You just look really great.” He said emphasizing really.

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Dear Future Me,

Remind yourself that you do not want to let your kids go through the same heart ache you felt because of your parents. Learn to tell them I’m sorry, when you are wrong, to tell them you are proud of them to their face and not to other people just to brag. Tell them that you love them regardless. Listen to their needs. Don’t hold what you’ve done for them over their heads. Don’t repeat your parents mistakes. 

Supergirl 2.16

I’m weeping for that show, truly.

Pros :

  • Sanvers (so much cute Sanvers scenes)
  • Winn (all the Winn tease and humor, very much needed)
  • James/Guardian is back, fancy! (about time too)
  • The Funny Face reference at the beginning
  • Mon-El’s mother, telling Kara to let him go (YAY YOU)
  • The break-up, aka the HIGHLIGHT of the whole episode

Cons :


  • Mon-El
  • Mon-El and a tale of abuse and bad example
  • Mon-El and his entitled attitude
  • Mon-El and the many many lies
  • Mon-El and the “please tell me what to do” (seriously dude …)
  • Mon-El and the breaking into Kara’s place (SERIOUSLY?)
  • Mon-El and the fake waking up call (the ending scene with his parents, LOL)
  • Alex, defending Mon-El (IT KILLED ME)
  • Winn, defending Mon-El (not you too, come on)
  • Mon-El
  • Did I say Mon-El?
  • One more for the road

Originally posted by gif-weenus

dem tomato faces :U

so… since i am the unofficial official Tomato Biologist™ i thought i’d make a quick post about them tomato-faces.

with all their tomato glory *-*

Originally posted by gostatisfy

*sigh* let’s just get this done.

The facial features found on Sith Purebloods can be categorized into one of three* things:

  • Ridges
  • Spurs
  • Tendrils

*Brow-Stalks are also a thing, but those are technically a subcategory of Spurs.

In the past, the ridges and spurs would have been bony and their shape could be seen in the individual’s skull. However, after hybridization, there is no true “bony facial structure” left. Instead, the Sith have excess cartilage that define and shape their facial features, which won’t be seen on their skulls.

Ridges: Indents, grooves, lines, or whatever you wanna call them. Common in males and females, can be on brows, cheeks, chins, necks, foreheads, nose, etc. Ridges can either use a cartilage base under the skin, or simply be a result of the epidermis hardening and folding onto itself on top of the dermis. 

Spurs: Hardened, pointed edges that protrude out of a Sith’s face. Usually common on the chin, cheeks of males, or on brows in the form of stalks. Spurs always use cartilage as the base for its structure and support, and can be pressed and bent in the limited ways human ears and noses do.

Note how the spur turns into a ridge as it goes up, along the side of the face.

Tendrils: Found almost exclusively on male purebloods. They’re fleshy, they dangle, and are very sensitive to touch when compared to spurs and ridges. Because tendrils are fleshy and soft, they are filled with blood vessels and nerve endings. This means that you can either cause a great deal of pain or pleasure to the individual with tendrils… depending on what you do… obviously.

The tendrils are distinct from the spurs since the spurs are hard and immobile while tendril can be voluntarily moved by the individual.

Brow-Stalks: The brow stalks are technically another form of spurs. However, they are different in that the Sith can voluntarily move them. The movement of these brow stalks function much in the same way humans use their eyebrows: to aid in spoken and unspoken communication via facial expressions. This means that the cartilage in the brow stalks are much softer and more flexible than the ones found in other spurs.

The “spurs” on the brows can and will be moved at the individual’s whim, the spurs on the chin cannot.

It should be noted that brow ridges are just another form of ridge and do not fall under the brow stalk category. And although the brow ridges can also be moved to signal facial expressions, the ridges are formed just the same as every other ridge and does not protrude out of the face in a pointed manner.

Quick! Quiz Time!

Name the Facial Features on the Sith!

If you answered:
Ridges and spurs
Ridges, spurs, and tendrils
Ridges and spurs

Then congrats! You are now a tomato face expert! :3

Sirius Black - Brave and Mighty

Originally posted by potter-imagines-here

You two began noticing each other in your fifth year. You had always been a quiet friend of Lily’s who Sirius very much overlooked. It was only when Lily and James began really talking that the two of you hit it off. 
“So,” Sirius began, “what house are you in.” 
“I’m a (your house name) through and through.” 
Sirius smiled. “I am, of course, a Gryffindor home of the brave and mighty, like myself.” 

“Oi mate,” Remus called from his nook in the corner. “Didn’t you get startled by the bin this morning?”
Sirius looked at you dead in the eye. “Very scary bin.” 
You laughed. The two of you talked for quite a while before families got brought up. Sirius’s face clearly fell and you tried to change the subject, but the damage was done. 

“I’m from a Pureblood family,” Sirius stated, fiddling his fingers. “I’m currently living with James and his parents, though. They adopted me, really. Nicest parents I’ve ever met.” 
“Well,” you began. “I’m a muggleborn, so my parents initially threw away my Hogwarts letter, thinking it was junk mail.” 
“What happened, I mean, you’re obviously here.” 
“Well, the letters kept arriving and they wrote back and then Dumbledore showed up and bam, I’m here now.”
“It must be nice to have parents who don’t care about blood type.” 
“They’re really nice. Maybe you could meet them sometime over the summer?” you asked. 
“It’s a little early to be introducing me to the family, isn’t it (y/l/n)?”

A book closed and Remus came over, whispered something in Sirius’s ear, shot you a wink, and then departed like nothing had happened. You didn’t have time to question what had just happened before Sirius pulled your head up to his and kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and began to kiss him back. After this went on for some time, the both of you came up for breath. 

“See, brave and mighty,” Sirius said with a wink.