i can't see the rest of you

The way Alec just slams straight into Magnus once he sees him. Magnus’ little rambling about Madzie being safe with Catarina because he thinks that’s what Alec’s worried about. Alec being like ‘Magnus, no, wait, I only care about you right now’. Magnus’ shock at Alec’s confession. Them being afraid to lose one another. The “I love you”s. The “I can’t believe you’re safe and I wanna keep you safe for the rest of eternity” kiss. The forehead touch and soft breaths. The unsaid “you’re here with me now and that’s all that matters” as they hug. 

Random starters: Fainting/unconscious edition
  • "Wake up... please wake up..."
  • "Hey, are you okay? You seem a bit faint..."
  • "N-no no! Stay with me now!"
  • "Keep breathing, you'll be fine."
  • "Oh! You're awake! You've been out for so long-!"
  • "I found you unconscious back there. What happened?"
  • "Hey, are you alright over there?!"
  • "We found you in a horrid state.. but we patched you up as best we could!"
  • "Don't try to move. Just get some rest, okay?"
  • "Oh, I guess you weren't dead after all."
  • "Hey! This one finally woke up! Get me a doctor!"
  • "Shh... take it easy, there's no rush. You were passed out for a long time, you see."
  • "Ow.. my aching-"
  • "Ugh... where...?"
  • "Help me.. someone..."
  • "I can't hold on... fading away.."
  • "What happened? Where is this-!"
  • "Gah! S-stay away from m-me! I don't know who you are!"
  • "Did.. did you save me back there? Thanks.. I guess."
  • "I was passed out for that long?!"
  • "Help me up.. please help me up..."
  • "What happened to me anyways? I feel so lightheaded..."
  • "Am I in a hospital? I wasn't here before.."
  • "Where is everyone? How long was I gone?!"
Seventeen Based Off YikYak Posts
  • S.Coups: I walk around like everything is fine, but deep down, inside my shoe, my sock is sliding off.
  • Jeonghan: Sometimes I think I should get into art, but then I realize that I am art and someone needs to get into me.
  • Joshua: Chem final got me like NaBrO.
  • Jun: Haven't lost my virginity because I never lose.
  • Hoshi: I want to open a coffee shop, but I'm really bad at writing with chalk.
  • Wonwoo: I just looked at my bank account and figured out I can live comfortably for the rest of my life as long as I die Saturday.
  • Woozi: Tried to type "What a time to be alive", but iPhone corrected "alive" to "alone." I can't decide which one is more accurate.
  • DK: Three exams next week and I'm doing a Buzzfeed quiz to see what type of coffee I am.
  • Mingyu: How do people forget to eat? Like, I'm counting down the minutes until it's socially acceptable to have another meal.
  • The8: Your dick was in my mouth last night, the least you could do is wave back.
  • Seungkwan: Why do you think it's okay to take my seat this far into the semester. Dishonor on you. Dishonor on your cow.
  • Vernon: Got her number in Chem class, call that significant digits.
  • Dino: After much research, experimentation, and consideration, I have decided that adulthood is not for me. Thank you for your time.

FROM HERE

TO HERE

THESE TWO  JUST KEEP MOVING FORWARD

 HERE

TO FINALLY HERE BUT

IT DOES NOT END THERE

THEY CONTINUE THEIR JOURNEY TOGETHER!

  • sai: I still don't understand your bond with sasuke
  • naruto: this again?
  • naruto: look, it's simple
  • naruto: basically, he's my best friend, and the first person to really accept me for myself
  • naruto: we're also rivals because I've always wanted to be his equal, but he made me feel inferior, that bastard
  • naruto: I admire his determination, skills, strength, and the hidden kindness in his heart
  • naruto: I like the way his skin glows like the moon, the way his eyes are so clear and black, I can see my own reflection if I lean in close enough
  • naruto: his lips feel like velvet and taste sour, but also a little sweet
  • naruto: like tomatoes, I guess... huh...
  • sai: and how do you know what his lips taste like?
  • naruto: oh yeah, we kissed a few times
  • naruto: it was mostly on accident
  • sai: but you say you're friends?
  • naruto: no, no, we're more than just friends
  • sai: I see... that makes more sense
  • naruto: yeah, he's like a brother to me
  • naruto: a really infuriating, good-looking older brother
  • sai: I'm confused again
  • sai: so you're not in love with him?
  • naruto: don't be ridiculous- I just told you he's like a brother to me
  • naruto: you can't be in love with your brother
  • naruto: no matter how good-looking he is
  • naruto: that's weird
  • sai: and the rest of this is normal?
  • naruto: um... yeah
  • sai: I understand now
  • naruto: you do?
  • sai: yes, if I was sasuke, I would want to kill you too
  • naruto: sai, we have to work on your people skills

anonymous asked:

I thought I was over of how bad s4 was but I'm not and it's now 4 am and I can't sleep. The thought that's making me loose sleep is why did they have to make Mary part of the team? It's just the two of them against the rest of the world, right? why did they have to love her and include her in the cases? Why can't at least Sherlock see how horrible she is? I know I'm being rediculous but it gets to me it really does

Hey same ridiculous insomniac anon do you know what gets to me too??? John cheating on Mary even if it’s texting… people argue that it’s in character he’s a womanizer after all but isn’t he the guy who’s loyal very quickly? What do you think?

Hi Nonny!

Yeah, I never understood why they went the route of making all of S4 essentially NOT about John and Sherlock. I liked the visuals of T6T and TLD, but Mary REALLY fucking killed it for me, especially the magical redemption arc they chose to give to her. The whole season felt really ooc for me, and Mary being more of Sherlock’s partner than John was REALLY rubbed me and many others the wrong way. The way the narrative was going, it SHOULD have been her being on the run FROM them, not working WITH them.

Because of this, I really, really feel like there is a false narrative at play here, that the entirety of S4 is being told like a blog entry (hence why they stopped the blog AND used the title of one of the entries to clue us into this fact) because of all the OOC-ness, inconsistencies, fourth wall breaking, “scene jumping” and the “fakeness” of Mary’s death and TFP. The season contains a sense of adventure,  is romanticized (though in the wrong direction), and fantastical elements, just like the blog. I found it SO bizarre that Sherlock CONSTANTLY kept saying “I’m Sherlock Holmes!”… just like John’s blog would have done. And TFP for me is John’s TAB, so there’s already an alternative narrative. Anyway, this went way off topic, but you get me. John’s blog is playing out on screen. Why, I don’t know; perhaps to show the general audience that not having John and Sherlock in the picture together doesn’t work, since most of the entries are told as if John is standing on the sidelines watching events unfold – ergo making the season seem very not-our-show. Plus, calling the first episode “The Six Thatchers” after a blog entry on John’s blog and ENDING the season with Mary narrating is so telling to me.

Second part of your ask: I AGREE. It’s really weird to me, simply because we SAW John was essentially done with dating by the end of ASiB because he was happy with whatever he could get with Sherlock. And it took him TWO YEARS to mourn Sherlock before he decided to move on, and for whatever reason, Mary was able to establish that trust with John within six months (I presume she emulated what she thought John wanted, but she’s a professional manipulator). He only stayed with Mary because he didn’t think Sherlock wanted what John wanted, and perhaps also some manipulation on Mary’s part, convincing John that Sherlock would never love him like she loved him.

So then when John is “cheating” I find it really OOC, if only because I just can’t see John ever wanting to get involved with anyone every again after the heartbreak of both Sherlock and Mary. Though, I still hold the belief that it’s really Sherlock John is texting in T6T, and we are told otherwise because of the false narratives (given that I think that the episodes are being told like a blog entry, it’s only natural to assume lies about the things truly happening are present). And maybe it was “just texting”, fine, but it just doesn’t really fit John’s character to me unless that person is Sherlock or unless John is doing another plan behind everyone’s backs with Mycroft (ie. the texting is coded and E is an associate of Mycroft). He has serious trust issues, even an emotional affair with some rando on the bus just doesn’t jive with his character arc they’ve built up over three seasons.

I don’t know. People say it’s in his character, but I just have a really hard time seeing it, especially since he knows the kind of person Mary is (killing Sherlock for trying to tip off John), like… I can’t imagine he would do that again. Mary’s complete shift from the character she was in S3 is what’s tipping me off the most about a false narrative, and as such we can assume the other characters may not be who they seem to be as well, at least in my opinion.

Don't even try to tell me they wouldn't do shit like this
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Victor:</b> *Over the phone* YUURI, OHMAHGAWD YUURI I NEED YOU TO COME HOME RIGHT NOW<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Anxiety riddled mind pictures blood. From where, he doesn't know, but there's a LOT* OH GOD WHY, WHAT HAPPENED?<p/><b>Victor:</b> I LEFT THE BACK DOOR OPEN AND THERE IS A /FOX/ GIVING BIRTH IN THE LIVING ROOM.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Victor, what the fuck.<p/><b>Victor:</b> EVERY TIME I TRY TO MOVE IT OUTSIDE MAKKA GROWLS AT ME, THEY'RE FRIENDS NOW, I CAN'T JUST PUT HIS FRIEND OUT IN THE COLD, YUURI.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> Not only did you let a fucking pregnant fox into our living room, you managed to get attached?<p/><b>Victor:</b> I called for help, Yuuri, I could've tried to hide her.<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Deep sigh* Well, show Makka you mean no harm, put some water down for her, I'll be home in a bit.<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> *Many hours And 5 baby Fennec Foxes later*<p/><b>Victor:</b> MAKKA LOVES THEM OMG<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> We can't keep 6 new pets to cater to Makka's nurturing needs, Victor.<p/><b>Victor:</b> *Pulling Yuuri's chin to see Makka curled around all five pups while the mama rests her head on Makka's.* You wanna break up Makka's new wife and their babies?<p/><b>Yuuri:</b> *Cringing* That isn't fair!<p/><b></b> .<p/><b></b> That's how they got 6 new Fennec Foxes.<p/></p><p/></p>

Sometime in January when the falconers are flying cross country for a roadie and Jack is sitting quietly staring at the clouds out the window, the thought of his future with Bitty slips casually into his mind. That in itself isn’t unusual. He thinks about Bitty a lot and brainstorms cute things that might make him laugh, but for some reason this time it’s more of a calm, assured feeling of I’m Going to Marry This Boy. It isn’t scary. It isn’t surprising. It isn’t even sudden. It’s a quiet moment of happiness, of accepting that yes he gets to have this and knowing he wants to keep this for the rest of his life. That is the moment Jack decides that someday, however far into their future it may be, he’s going to ask Bitty to marry him.

how i picture the signs
  • aries: tall/slender build, maybe wearing glasses, hands that you can't help but want to hold, friendly looking, someone you see and immediately want to get to know
  • taurus: eyes you can barely see because they're always smiling, energetic glow, probably wearing a hat, messy hair, good at dressing themselves, likes wearing jewelry
  • gemini: icy gazes but kind smiles, "resting bitch face," nice eyebrows, somebody you always want to compliment, beautiful facial structure
  • cancer: a soft face, eyes that make you melt, cheeks you want to squish, reserved and shy smiles, the perfect size to hold close, cutest noses
  • leo: big and dark eyes, hair you want to run your hands through, kissable lips, brightest smiles, look like they were made to shine in the sun, great to wrap your arms around
  • virgo: fairly short, probably freckled, always serving looks, smug smirks, polite and proper, their laughs almost always make everyone else laugh as well
  • libra: sensual gazes, firm jaws, great sense of style, flirty grins, pointed noses, soft floppy hair, lean arms, actual greek gods/goddesses
  • scorpio: typically darker vibes, dyed hair, soft but focused eyes, lush hair and lips, always have some sort of token accessory, trendy dressers
  • sagittarius: tired eyes, pissed off expressions, long hair, nose/lip piercings, sharp winged liner, wearing something dark, warm smiles, probably sipping coffee
  • capricorn: brown/orangey aura, if the autumn season was a person, cozy presences, soft dark hair, seemingly snobby posture (arms crossed, lips pursed, brows furrowed), spacey gazes
  • aquarius: quirky and lively, medium length hair, goth bitch looks, anxious expressions, bold and "different" makeup, weird but cute sense of style
  • pisces: either really tall or really short, always seem irritated, wearing a hoodie or beanie, small but nice smiles, kinda emo, messy brows, look like puppies

anonymous asked:

LOVE YOUR POST about your favorite TV shows but where's the one about your favorite movies? I can't find it on your blog.. by the way first time here but I'll definitely come back! Enjoy the rest of your day and thanks for sharing your tastes with us!

Oh sorry my darling, I removed the post a few days ago but if you really want to see it, here’s a new one just for you! It took me two hours to do it so have fun, haha.

40 movies (yes I know, it’s a lot) and you’ll find the titles of each of them at the end of this post. Kisses(:

Sin City / 30 Days of Nights / Blue Valentine / The Silver Linings Playbook / Dansgerous Liaisons / The Handmaiden / La La Land / Heartbeats / Moulin Rouge / The Neon Demon / Pulp Fiction / American Beauty / The Breakfast Club / The Perks of Being a Wallflower / 500 Days of Summer / The Sixth Sense / Edward Scissorhands / Eyes Wide Shut / Ex-Machina / Her / 8 Women / Drive / The Faculty / Leon / Royal Affair / Agora / Stoker / Black Swan / Mulholland Drive / A Swedish Love Story / Love Actually / Super 8 / Love, Rosie / Kaboom / Gone Girl / Mommy / Shutter Island / Gladiator / The Grandmaster / The Life of David Gale.

anonymous asked:

Just had a really cute fic idea but I can't write for shit so it's up to you. So, Dan has these recurring dreams about this cute boy with black hair and light blue eyes. Almost every night the boy shows up and Dans upset when ever it ends because he wants to spend more time with him and get to know him. Until one day, Dans sees him (at like a café or something) and decides to talk to him. You can make the rest up. Idk if this was already made. Sorry if there is any spelling errors.

//uh whoops i was in a mood sorry this is so dramatic o shit //

Dan opened his eyes. His somewhat blurry vision settled on the white ceiling, the lightbulb that hung rather precariously from the ceiling right above his head.

He blinked, trying to collect his thoughts. He had lost him again.

He was more like a vision than an actual person; a ghost in Dan’s head that he couldn’t expel even if he tried. Even if he wanted to try.

Dan sighed, blowing away a strand of brown hair out of his eyes. He lay still, unable to summon the energy to move.

He found himself excited to go to bed every night, he had started falling asleep early after several cups of sweet dreams tea. He just wanted to see him again, whatever it took.

The boy wasn’t directly the center of his dreams. Dan would be dreaming normally, anything from walking the streets of London with his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath evaporating in the air before him like smoke… and he would see him. The boy with dusty ocean eyes, like a swimming pool reflection of the sky. His hair was black, really black, which was a contradiction to the rest of his features. His skin reminded Dan of porcelain; the delicate plates and tea cups that his mum would never let him touch when he was little, because they would shatter at a butterfly wing brushing them, she used to say.

He would just be there. In the back of a crowd or looking through a cafe window, it didn’t matter what the dream was, he was there. Sometimes Dan had to search for him, he had to look for the now familiar sparkling blue eyes and pale fingers. Once he was hiding in a tree, just sitting there, the branches intertwined with his limbs. But when Dan tried to run to him, speak to him, he woke up.

Dan ran his hands over his face and through his hair, listening to the sounds of cars and wind outside his window, and forced himself to sit up. His room was too empty, too white, but when you live by yourself without any real friends it’s hard to motivate yourself to decorate.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed, letting his feet touch the cold wood floor before standing. His legs felt wobbly but he walked over to his window, pulling the grey sweater he had fallen asleep in around him tighter. His legs were cold, and he felt himself regretting wearing only boxers to bed.

The sky was cloudy and drizzly, the window glass dotted with small drops of rain. Everything seemed wet and cold outside his window, tiny ant sized humans scurrying about on the ground, off on their business. Dan smiled, taking a deep breath and tapping the glass with his finger, feeling the cold seep through his skin. It really was his favorite weather.

He stepped lightly over to his mirror, biting his lip and looking himself over. His hair was messy and his eyes glassy; he noted he seemed to be getting a bit too skinny. His oversized sweater draped around him, hanging off his shoulders and exposing his collarbones.

He tried to remember who the boy was in his dream the night before. It was fuzzy, but he faintly recalled a coffee shop, glasses, and a flower decorated button up. The rest was evaporated, somewhere hiding in the back of his mind.

He really needed to get out of the house.


~


It was cold outside, as he expected, but he had prepared. He had changed into a black t-shirt, and put his grey knitted sweater back on, because it was warm and he really didn’t want to pick a different one. On top of it he had pulled on a fluffy black jacket, one that enveloped him in a feeling of warmth and protection from the world. And finally, black jeans.

Dan watched his shoes hit the pavement in a light slapping sound; the wet cobblestones felt hard underfoot, and he couldn’t remember the last time he just went on a walk like this.

People passed him hurriedly left and right, but he took his time. He wasn’t in a rush, he liked the icy sharp air and brisk wind that blew his (still messy and curly from sleep) hair around his face.

His mind was still centered around the blue eyed boy from his dreams, he was always there, in the back of his mind. Because Dan was falling in love with someone who didn’t even exist.

Dan stopped in his tracks, hurdling himself out of his thoughts, freezing in place.

Across the street was a building he had never seen before, which was odd considering he had lived here for a few years. It didn’t have a sign or any distinguishing features, not even a shop name or some form of decoration out front. There was one display window though, but the only thing is it was a cactus and an odd collection of mugs. For some reason it seemed homely, though, and Dan couldn’t help feeling drawn to it.

He looked right and left, rushing across the street and pausing in front of the building. He took a deep breath, pushing open the door and smiling as the bell rang out, all rosy cheeks and smoky breath.

Dan stopped, looking up and meeting the gaze of two beautiful sky blue eyes.

Dan’s heart stopped in his chest, his eyes widening. Him.

He was right there. He was standing behind the counter, a soft smile melted onto his features, black thick rimmed glasses balanced on his nose. His shirt was a navy blue button up, decorated with small pink roses, and suddenly everything came rushing back.

He flashed Dan a smile, going back to trimming a small plant, his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth; his brow furrowed in concentration.

The shop was small but flooded with warmth; there were soft looking sofas and arm chairs scattered around the room as well as coffee tables. There were a few other customers, just going about their business; working on computers or reading thick hard covered novels.

Dan sat at one of the sofas, glancing up at the boy every now and then. His mind was whirling too fast for comprehension, unable to cling to any single conclusion. All Dan knew was it was him, it was the boy who’s face was constantly haunting him, flitting about his thoughts like his own personal playground.

Dan thought of what to do now. He was highly tempted to go right up to that counter, grab him by the shirt and kiss him, never let him escape again. He was also half tempted to shout at him. ‘Why are you here? How do you find it fair to torture me like that, and just disappear every morning?’

Or he could be sane, and just talk to him. Dan shook his head, laughing at himself and pushing himself up from the chair.

The boy looked up when Dan cleared his throat, raising his eyebrows, his eyes crinkling as he smiled widely.

“Hello!” He greeted him happily, his voice as deep and kind as Dan expected. And suddenly he couldn’t speak, his mouth was dry and all thoughts ran from his head.

The boy tilted his head slightly in question, his brow furrowed but the smile still softly plastered to his face.

“Er…” Dan stuttered finally, his voice breaking. “Hi.”

“Hi…” The boy said again, laughing, but it was too light hearted to feel like he was laughing at Dan; he seemed the kind of person to make you feel like he’s always laughing with you, even if you aren’t laughing.

“What is this p-place?” Dan muttered, glancing around. His face lit up.

“It’s my new shop!” He said excitedly, and then shrugged. “Technically my brother’s, but I help too.” He grinned, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, we haven’t got a name yet.”

“It’s nice,” Dan blurted, and the boy’s face brightened even more, if it was possible.

“Really? You think so?” He asked eagerly, and then drew back a bit. “Sorry, Martin says I’m far too…” he shrugged, scrunching his face, searching for a word. “…a bit much, for the customers.”

Dan laughed softly. “I think you’re just enough.”

Phil’s eyes twinkled, his grin widening. “Thanks! I thought I was being a bit too eager, I don’t want to scare anyone off.”

Dan licked his lips, his eyes flickering between Phil’s eyes and his lips, frowning.

“Okay, this might sound a bit strange…” Dan began, glancing at his hands. Phil leaned forward on the counter, resting his chin in his hands.

“I love strange.”

Dan chuckled. “I kind of…” he took a deep breath. “I see you in my dreams. Literally every night.”

His eyes widened, and his mouth fell open slightly. “You do?” He asked softly.

Dan nodded.

“Woah,” the boy muttered, standing up straight and gazing off into the distance. “That’s so weird.”

“I know,” Dan said, watching him, still somewhat shocked that he even existed. “Do you know anything about it?”

The boy bit down on his lip, frowning and nodding slowly. “I might. I’ll be right back.”

He rushed off, leaving Dan shocked, standing at the counter with wide eyes.

When he got back he was clutching a book to his chest; a dark blue hard back with tiny gold lettering etched into the cover. He smiled at Dan, holding it out.

“I was just reading this,” he said, leaning forward. “It’s… interesting. And it might have something to do with this.”

Dan nodded. “Alright. Well, thank you.”

“Of course.” Phil grinned, and winked. “See you in your dreams,” he said, giggling and moving to help another customer.


~


Dan opened the book that night, curled up on his couch with a cup of tea.

The inside cover read “Soulmates; a study”. Dan frowned.

There was a slip of paper that fell out of the book when he opened it, fluttering to the ground at Dan’s feet. He picked it up, unfolding it slowly.

“Our universe grants every soul a twin—a reflection of themselves—the kindred spirit – And no matter where they are or how far away they are from each other—even if they are in different dimensions, they will always find one another. This is destiny; this is love.” It read, in quotations. And then, below it; “come by again sometime, maybe we can get some coffee :) -Phil Lester”

It occurred to Dan he had never asked his name.

The next day, Dan went back to that street, the one he had seen every day without that damn shop.

He stood in front of the building, his hands shoved in his pockets and his breath puffing in the cold air before him as he stared at where it should be, between a laundry mat and a sushi restaurant.

It was gone.

He never saw Phil again.


~

He read the book, start to finish, in the next month. At the very end, in bold, scribbled in a way that suggested it had been added in, read ; “Even if they never see each other, if they never even meet, they are connected in their hearts and in their souls, and they’ll always find each other.

Even if it’s just in their dreams.”

Guardians of the Galaxy Roleplay Sentence Starters
  • "You'll die! Why are you doing this? Why?"
  • "Well that's just as fascinating as the first 89 times you told me that."
  • "Well I tell you what, that's gonna wear real thin, real fast, bud."
  • " I just wanted to tell you how grateful I am that you've accepted me despite my blunders. It is good to once again be among friends."
  • "This dumb tree is also my friend."
  • "I have lived most of my life surrounded my enemies. I will be grateful to die among my friends."
  • "Aww, what the hell, I don't got that long a lifespan anyway... "
  • "Well now I'm standing. Happy? We're all standing now. Bunch of jackasses, standing in a circle."
  • "We've already established that you destroying the ship I'm on is not saving me!"
  • "That is the most real, authentic, hysterical laugh of my entire life."
  • "Finger on throat means death!"
  • "They got my dick message."
  • "His people are completely literal. Metaphors go over his head."
  • "That dude there. I need his prosthetic leg. "
  • "God knows I don't need the rest of him. Look at him. He's useless."
  • "Well, supposedly, these bald bodies find you attractive, so maybe you could work out some sort of trade."
  • "That's for if things get really hardcore. Or if you wanna blow up moons."
  • "You just wanna suck the joy out of everything."
  • "Who put the sticks up their butts?"
  • "I am going to die surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy."
  • "Fine, but I can't promise when all of this is over I'm not going to kill every last one of you jerks."
  • "See, this is exactly why none of you have any friends!"
  • "Oh she has no idea. If I had a blacklight, this would look like a Jackson Pollock painting."
  • "You got issues."
  • "He thinks I'm some stupid thing! He does!"
  • " I didn't ask to be torn apart and put back together over and over and turned into some little monster!"
  • "When I look around, you know what I see? Losers."
  • "You're an imbecile."
  • "I can't believe I got taken down by a raccoon."
  • "Raccoon? What's a raccoon?"
  • "Ain't no thing like me, except me!"
  • "We're just like Kevin Bacon."
  • "I live for the simple things... like how much this is going to hurt!"
  • "Dance-off, bro. Me and you."
  • "I like your knife, I'm keeping it."
  • "Oh, I was just kidding about the leg. I just need these two things."
  • "He said that he may be an... a-hole. But he's not, and I quote, 100% a dick".
  • "Well, I don't know if I believe anyone is 100% a dick."
  • "Let's see if you can laugh after five or six good shots in your freakin' face!"
  • "Creepy little beast!"
  • "I don't learn. One of my issues."
  • "Look at this thing. It thinks it's so cool. It's not cool to ask for help! Walk by yourself, you little gargoyle!"
  • "Hooked on a Feeling, Blue Swede! That song belongs to me!"
  • "Hold on a second, you're being serious right now?"
  • "I can't believe I'm taking orders from a hamster."
  • "You're a good looking girl. You should try to be more nice to people."

anonymous asked:

Hi! I know you're a busy toaster so this is to be chewed over at your leisure, obviously, but would you ever consider doing anything with if the rest of the paladins found out that Shiro tried to get Allura and Coran to agree to kill him in With Every Broken Bone? Because I can't see any single one of them taking that shit well -at all-. (Sorry if you've been asked this/have done this before and I missed it! Disregard this, then.)

This has not been asked, so enjoy!!


Shiro rested his cheek on his palm, watching the scanner run over his Galra arm with detached, vague interest.

This, at least, didn’t bother him.  No one was rooting through his arm or pulling out any kind of equipment for messing with the mechanics.  At least, not yet.

On screen, a model of his arm started to appear, shifting with the slight movements of Shiro’s fingers.  Real time, it seemed.  Shiro started to move his fingers, making a fist and then counting up, just to watch the wireframe version on the monitor match it half a second later.

Pidge’s hand came down and rapped him on the knuckles, not hard enough to hurt but certainly enough to startle.  The wire model version jolted and hazed, then steadied.

“Quit that,” Pidge told him, pointing a screwdriver at him threateningly.  “You’re messing with my data.”

Biting back a smile, Shiro straightened professionally.  “I apologize,” he intoned, just shy of being full on dramatic.

On his other side, Hunk chuckled.  “You should be scared, not sorry.  Getting between a Pidge and her data?  You’ll be bulldozed.”

“I can be both,” Shiro replied, shrugging.  “At the risk of causing more trouble, can I ask how long this is going to take?”

“No,” Pidge shot back, turning back to her screen.

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anonymous asked:

Did no one ever take a look at Mofftiss' scripts and say: "No, you can't do that, it doesn't make sense"? They really, really are in need of beta readers. That's like ... writing 101. The author doesn't see the mistakes they made, for them everything makes sense. That's why one should let the text rest for a while, give it to someone else etc. The basics of writing!!!

This is bugging me from January. I mean seriously. Was there no one, or no one dared?

anonymous asked:

The best thing about watching the old and new eps is that you can truly see the differences in Richonne's relationship (which was always close anyway but now is way more different) Michonne always had influence over Rick but it was never truly focused on. Michonne was JUST 'a queen' in his family like Mags and Carol & one of like three deputy's in his tribe. But now you can see that he now thinks of her as HIS queen and official co-leader and ultimate partner. Every seed SG planted has bloomed.


#you put this so perfectly i have nothing to add

anonymous asked:

oh tHANK GOD you're speaking about all the langst problems because i'm so tired of how the fandom makes the others seem abusive just to highlight lance's insecurities. at one point i remember seeing a post about shiro yelling at lance to shut up and i just?? he would never?? why can't people realize that insecurities represent a war with your own person and that if you want to explore that kind of character development you shouldn't make the others treat him like shit

it bothers me so much because i can personally relate to Lance with the insecurities he has, so i feel like i know whats going on with him and when i see people making out the rest of the team to be mean and abusive to him….it’s like……

i don’t really get the point of it? it’s like kicking a puppy who’s already hurting??  and the team aren’t like that at all, they would never

sure, with the way Lance’s insecurities are, maybe it can cause him to think the rest don’t care about him but that’s not true, they do care about him. they don’t treat him like shit. 

ofekma  asked:

"wait, you can't be her cat! That's my thing!" (fixed the sentence)

“Wait. You can’t be her cat! That’s my thing!”

“Sorry, kid.” Plagg grinned up at him, cheese pastry half-eaten in his paws. “But this is way better than Camembert.”

Adrien scowled. “I know that. Everything’s better than Camembert! I thought you said that was all you ate.”

Marinette chuckled and gently patted Adrien’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, kitty. You’re still my favorite.”

Adrien smirked down at Plagg. “See, I told you.”

“Okay, fine.” Plagg frowned and popped the rest of the treat in his mouth. “But, you’d better marry her, cause this is all I’m eating from now on.”


Send me a sentence, and I’ll write five (or so) more!

anonymous asked:

Is there a new SU episode? I keep seeing screenshots from a new leaked episode but I can't find it anywhere. Do you know where I could watch it if it's out already?

there will be on the 17!

oh those are from a leaked 1 min clip at the beginning of the episode, the rest isn’t available ahh

anonymous asked:

During chapters 8 to 10 did Victor ever make the connection that Yuuri had been cold/angry towards him whenever Victor surpassed him for gold and more civil when Yuuri was the winner? If yes, did he feel bad about it, or was he logical and all " Yuuri is lovely but that's some poor sportsmanship that I hope he gets over", or was he like "I wish I could lose to you on purpose if that would keep you from hating me but I can't afford that and I think you'd hate me even more if I did that anyhow"

I’m going to answer this by giving you a quote from chapter 12 just after Viktor win gold over Yuuri and goes to see him in his hotel room and letting you work out the rest for yourselves ;)

“Congratulations on your short program.” Yuuri added and Viktor seemed to relax fractionally, a little tension that Yuuri hadn’t realised was present leaving his shoulders in a breath.