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Hey guys!!

A little unrelated to Steven Universe (cuz I know that’s what this blog is about), but my absolutely amazing boyfriend isn’t doing so well..

We’ve always stuck together through thick and thin! We’ve been best friends for two years, partners for almost a year, and soul mates for life! ~ <3
Lately he’s been feeling really depressed and he’s been telling me very terrible things about himself that are absolutely not true at ALL…

I’m only asking for one small favor:
Can you give this post a like and/or reblog if you support him?
I think he can do ANYTHING he puts his mind to, and hopefully you guys will think so too!
Thank you guys for taking the time to read this! <3

Except for the few, adorable moments he dedicated to kids, he walked that red carpet as if there was fire burning under his feet. Of all people, he had Simon Jones attached to his hip the entire time and that was only part of the horrible company he had to endure throughout the evening. And yet no Danielle, who’d be always so very willing, alongside him. Beautiful, but tense, dedicated to nicest fans but mostly detached, he might have nothing to promote but a dubious girl band project coming up and yet he could have made a good use of such a fitting opportunity to bask a bit in the spotlight, get a little more attention, spread his enthusiasm about his personal and professional moves. Instead he ran faster than Forrest Gump, chose not to discuss anything of what is publicly associated with him at the moment. Why? Is he as private and shy as Danielle shielding the wrong side of her face from the mean mean paps? 

One day it’ll end, but today isn’t obviously that day. And calling that a happy, free, willing Louis is like attending a Donald Trump convention and judging him a wise, competent, upright person.

Just bros havin’ hot pot

Phichit and Yuuri are very clearly good friends. Friends who have history and who facetime. Friends who haven’t seen each other in a long time. 

Which makes the scene where they’re all having hot pot so much more in-your-face Viktuuri. 

Viktor and Yuuri are just 2 bros eatin’ n chillin’ at a 4 seat table. Viktor’s taken off his grey jacket which is folded over the free seat beside him. Got a full bottle of alcohol in front of him. He’s comfortable, relaxed. The boys are seated against the wall with the other two chairs keeping them and the rest of the restaurant apart. It’s more private and intimate that way, so that they can chill in peace. 

Why did Yuuri not think to message his other good bro Phichit and invite him to join? Well, it’s the night before a competition and Yuuri’s already feeling nervous, it’s fine that he just wants to keep things cool with Viktor for now.

But Phichit shows up all the same, so might as well all sit together and have a nice meal, right? Right.

And oh look-y here, there are two free seats right by Phichit, it’s going to be real easy to just sit down. But wait, Viktor’s jacket is over one of these seats. That’s a social no-no, a sign that says ‘seat-sorta-taken-unless-you’re-pregnant-or-injured’. No biggie though, the other chair is free and yey, it’s right by his buddy Yuuri!

Hang on a minute. 

When Celestino “Ciao ciao” Cialdini shows up to join the party, Phichit is seated where you’d have expected but Yuuri has moved?

That’s right, Yuuri changed seats.

Instead of just staying put, and having his pal Phichit sit down next to him with literally zero fuss, Yuuri thought ‘hey no, I’m gona go sit next to Viktor now that I have the excuse to since there are more than 2 people here’. 

And wait, what’s this? 

Viktor has taken off his black shirt at this point, and it’s folded over Yuuri’s (occupied) seat beside him. But then, what happened to Viktor’s grey jacket that was there before?

So basically, when Phichit arrived, Yuuri: 

  • got up, 
  • shuffled over the empty seat beside him,
  • moved around the table,
  • removed Victor’s jacket from the chair,
  • and then sat down.

Socially, this seems like a lot of obstacles to go through just to sit next to Viktor. But hey, it’s just sitting next to Viktor. It’s not like anything special happened from Yuuri being next to him. I mean, who knew Viktor was gona get hammered? The bottle of alcohol on the table that Yuuri had no intentions of drinking before a competition certainly wasn’t a sign of that. Not like Yuuri had any idea how Viktor behaved drunk, he’s obviously never drunk anything back in Japan…

And Yuuri was surprised by the pic Phichit uploaded? How could the boy not when Yuuri was being so obvious? Clinging and naked he may have been, but Viktor had the ‘drunk’ card in his arsenal of excuses for this. Viktor wasn’t the one who moved round the table in a clear effort to sit next to you. That was all you, Yuuri, and Phichit couldn’t ignore that when you were being so very obvious about it. He couldn’t! He your bro.

And bro got your back. Now you’ve got a picture of yourself with a naked Viktor Nikiforov. There’s something you’re gona wana frame and put by your nightstand. You’re welcome.

Every Vote Matters

To all our USA followers:

Don’t forget to find your polling location if you haven’t already and find some time to vote today. I’m sorry I’m bringing this up on this blog but it is very important and shouldn’t be overlooked because you think your vote doesn’t matter. This is a very close race and you could be the difference.

Thank you and stay safe out there.

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How could anybody ever see me and Lucas as a couple? 

Everybody does!  they’re like f i r e.

I want so badly to believe that I don’t have these feelings for you.
—  2.26.15
The Cricky mood.

A serious condition.

When you get into that mood, you’ve got a few options.

First, AO3, of course.

BUT THERE ARE LITERALLY 3 CRICKY FICS.

Okay, let’s calm down.

Second, tumblr. Obviously.

There, you’ll find a whole lot of material. Pics, gifs, heated anons trying to cancel your opinions and most of all, NEW FRIENDS.

Hi @cr7cky & @cricky-renaldo :)

Few examples.

(BABY)


So like, you get into that good vibe, yeah ? You start feeling like this :

And then you see this :

And you literally squeal. And probably look like this :


BUT.. it’s never enough, alright ? So you just wander through Cristiano’s IG posts. 

(Nobody forced him to.. HE DID IT ON HIS OWN.)

(DATE NIGHTS)

And you see those pretty faces every-fucking-where together, laughing, smiling, taking care of Junior (!!!!!). Working or not, they’re attached at the hip.

(Daddy and papa.. DON’T FIGHT ME.)

(Breathe, Cris.)


But then. THEN comes the real deal. Then comes the moment you go back to twitter, you type your own @ in the search bar and the # with it..

Oh how you freaked out about it when it happened..

.. again ..

.. and then again in the finale. You’re not sure you’re over it just yet. (Not sure I’ll ever be anyway.)

(THEY JUST LAID THERE.)

(Can you see him saying OBRIGADO ?!)

(THE HAND, THE HAND)


And you end up looking pretty much like this.


But you end up HAPPY. Happy crying because honestly.. aren’t they gorgeous ?

💜

I Put A Spell On You

Summary: [HarryPotter!AU] This is a story about how a lonely girl found out she was a witch and how her entire world changed after she went to the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry at the age of eleven, the place she’d found the ones she love, and more importantly: herself. [Two-shot]

Originally posted by somegirlfromhogwarts

(Another HarryPotter!AU because of reasons, but before you proceed, I’m sorry but there’s this big-ass Author’s Note. You can skip it if you want to where there’s the “#”, it will signalize the beginning of the story.)

I’m painting the thing. 8)))) Because I really really really don’t draw/paint Sera enough and I really like her face??? It’s both easy AND tough to capture at the same time and I love it very much. <3 SHe’s so CUTE.

this is a very WIP so

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Thank you for congratulating my birthday.
I received a lot of congratulations for the first time in my life.
Thank you very much. @shead01 @higgsburyscience @wizardlydragons @justavampirelady @chaogongoozles @its-hip-to-fuck-bees-ok

I can’t answer it one by one. So, Tag like this
to say thank you.  I drew it in a hurry.So there is no Charllow 8ㅁ8 Sorry there… But, I’ll post it later. I’m working right now>:3

I will continue to drawing Maxwil and Charllow.
My Lovely Children~U3U

I stopped writing about you all the time and stopped thinking of us as much.

So why is it that when I do, it hurts so bad? It feels like every single mistake I’ve made crashes down on me at once until I can’t breathe anymore.

It feels like goodbye.

But babe I miss you so much. I’m not ready to say goodbye yet…

—  I guess this is it.

mysdrym  asked:

’ What am I looking at here? ’ For a character of your choice. :3

Omg this is the first prompt I’ve gotten ^.^ I had to change the wording a bit, hope you don’t mind!

I decided to write something for my inquisitor, Lily Trevelyan and Cullen.

Words: 1,185


Lily lay on her side, watching as the morning light grew steadily brighter through the closed balcony doors in her quarters.

It had been another sleepless night.

Another night of tossing and turning, of trying to forget the new events and memories that haunted her from her latest trip to the Hinterlands. Every time she closed her eyes she would be taken back to a place filled with fire, the air tainted with the smell of burning flesh. Nothing should have fazed her after she managed to escape the nightmare that was Haven, but every mission brought new terrors. She should not have turned down the healer’s potion – she wouldn’t last very long without sleep, especially on the battlefield.

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Cassteria Colony

Thank you, Anon! I’m so glad you liked it! :) And I did. I’m really horrible at taking care of myself, but I’m trying to eat at regular hours (your message prompted me to try harder, and it’s really helped me, so thank very much!)

I made a little jot with affection for you, and am here to deliver it. Hope you like it! <3


Cassandra was on the ground. It wasn’t an odd thing, really, to be on the ground. Bugs were on the ground. Plants were on the ground. Alfred told her that bacteria were on the ground so she couldn’t eat her food when she dropped it, but Tim told her that there was a “five second rule.” Cass wasn’t sure which was true. Did bacteria wait five seconds? Were bacteria governed by a moral code, like she was? Was Cass bacteria?

No, she decided as she stretched out her legs. She wasn’t.

And she was being silly. She scrunched her nose. It was the fever’s fault. The fever does things to people. It was like fear gas, a little. Made you see things that weren’t real.

However, she was quite positive that a baby with an unraveling diaper was painted on the ceiling.

How that was allowed in the Manor is beyond her.

It looked…stupid. Yeah. Stupid.

Titus yipped, ears drooping as he lowered himself near the young woman. His collar jingled. He groaned and looked at her with mournful eyes.

“Yeah,” Cassandra replied, placing an arm over her eyes. “Same.”

Titus flopped over, shielding her from the elements with his fur. She appreciated it, but truly desired to be closer to the cold floor.

The floor.

Where bugs were.

Cassandra tucked her knees to her chest and rolled over several times. She was a beetle now. A Cass-beetle. Maybe she would live off fallen cheese hors d'oeuvres and pinch people’s ankles for their crimes. She snipped her fingers. Pinch pinch pinch.

“Cass?”

She quirked her head, looking over at the doorway. Tim “five second rule” stood gazing at her with a funny expression on his face. His body screamed curious, but concern remained in him as well. She lifted up a hand and waved. He walked over and settled down beside her, sidestepping Titus.

“What are you doing on the ballroom floor?” he murmured, crossing his knees beneath him.

“Being a bug,” Cassandra replied. She reached out and pinched him.

Tim tried not to jump, but her tiny fingers had a lot of pinching power. “What kind of bug?” he humored her, lying down beside her and resting his arms under his head.

“A Cass-beetle. You’re a Tim-beetle.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

They let the silence take the reigns, drawing comfort in the soothe of quiet.

After several minutes of shifting, Tim (her brother was too skinny for this kind of lifestyle, bugs needed non-knobby spines) turned to her and asked, “Why are you really on the ballroom floor?”

She patted it affectionately. “Cold.”

His eyebrows sprang up. “I thought you had a fever,” he mused, laying a cool hand over her forehead. She closed her eyes. Family was something she never had, never thought she’d have. She had seen it in action, seen the emotion, seen what it was. It was…different being in one. Felt better than being outside it. Tim removed his hand, and she opened her eyes to see him nodding analytically. “Yeah, a fever,” he concluded. “We have to tell Alfred.”

“Yes,” Cassandra agreed. “In a minute.”

“Cass…”

“Minute. Tired.”

“All right.”

A beat passed, each young adult gazing up at the gold-leafed ceiling.

“Is that…a baby?”

“Yep.”

A snort. “Stupid.”

“Yep.”

Tim shifted his head, catching her brown eyes. He smiled. “Love ya, Cass.”

She smiled back, warmth exploding in her chest. This warmth wasn’t like the fever. It was a good warmth. “Love you, Tim.”

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눈 감았다 뜨니 어느새 27 years old
- Happy Yonghwa Day

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Still going by Devereaux?