i fell in love with this shit

anonymous asked:

Fandom. I love you. But get your shit together. We are not going to be known as petty ass chickens that started fighting one another and fell apart. If you see ANY shade going on between OT4 stans. Shut that shit down. They are sisters. If you see ANY shade directed at Camila. Shut that shit down. They started as sisters. If you see ANY shade from Camilizers. Shut that shit down by disengaging. Remember all of our faves are only here because of what they built together. All of them.



i don’t know if it’s obvious for others or am I so obvilious

so it seems to be common that people like s1 and s2 noora better than the s3 and s4 noora. and when i was thinking about that, it hit me!

it depends on the person, whose season it is!!

so in season 1, eva’s season, noora is so nice and I fell in love with her character right away. eva likes noora, she finds her awesome and wants to get to know her, eva even looks up to her! we are seeing her as she is to eva! (no shit sherlock) that means she is likeable to us. 

and in season 2, we see world from noora’s point of view, and we get to see her for who she is. and for most of us, even tho she has flaws, we still embrace her.

but! in season 3, isak doesn’t really know her, and she just flies back in to the apartment, and for isak she seems a tad annoying, doesn’t she? he has so much in his mind and noora just making a fuss in his home he doesn’t really enjoy her there. altho it’s not like he hates her! that’s why noora’s so different to us in the 3rd season, because she is being shown in a totally different angle.

and in season 4, the reason noora’s character/actions still aren’t that appealing is because sana is jealous of her! 

so this may be so logical that it’s pointless to write out, but for me it’s the solution why noora isn’t my fave atm, we just see her from different POVs, from the ones that doesn’t show her good sides as well as in s1 and s2.

my-teenage-bs-has-a-bodycount  asked:

Homestuck, ALL OF THEM or just the last 3 if that's too much

send me a fandom and i’ll tell you…

  • the first character i ever fell in love with:

John because he was the first one introduced 

  • a character that i used to love/like, but now do not

Gamzee, I had a different idea of his character back then

  • a ship that i used to love/like, but now do not:

Johnd*ve but lets not get into that

  • my ultimate favorite character™

Jake i lov him i love jake sm

  • prettiest character:

Kanaya shes the Ultimate Babe 

  • my most hated character:

Bro by far

  • my OTP:

Goes between davekat/rosemary/vrisrezi

  • my NOTP:

P much anything pedophilic/incest/abusive bc that shit is gross

  • favorite episode

Since there are no episodes I’ll just say my favorite perterlog: The one between Rose and Jade when Jade tells her her mom died or the one Jake and Roxy had on the quest beds. Oh and my favorite flash is probs vriskagram, y’all know why.

  • saddest death:

Rose after [S] Game Over

  • favorite season:

(Act) 6.

  • least favorite season

(Act) nah i liked them all, even act 1

  • character that everyone else in the fandom loves, but i hate:

I honestly can’t think of anyone bc I love all the characters on some level, besides the ones that kinda deserve to be hated but luckily the fandom already hates them

  • my ‘you’re piece of trash, but you’re still a fave’ fave:

Vriska ilu even tho u a bitch 

  • my ‘beautiful cinnamon roll who deserves better than this’ fave:

Jake by far i love him sm omg

  • my ‘this ship is wrong, nasty, and makes me want to cleanse my soul, but i still love it’ ship

None, if a ship is like that you shouldnt be shippin it, sounds very fetishistic ngl

  • my ‘they’re kind of cute, and i lowkey ship them, but i’m not too invested’ ship:

cant think of any, go big or go home!

Guys I don’t know what I have just created but I like it and it’s kinda cute.
If I won’t FUCKING FORGET how to do it, I’ll maybe do some shit with this.
Btw,I couldn’t decide my own style because when I found one,I fell in love in a another and then another and thus looped. Now I decided that I could use many. I mean, who said that you can only use one? I’ll try to show you the other styles I tried out later one time.

God please notice me right now I’m so proud for one time…SORRY HE OR YOU DON’T HAVE TO FUUUCK





(That…rhymed….OOOH YEAH)

why the heck do people seem to massively hate twenty one pilots?

i mean their lyrics can be kinda cringe-y at times and i used to dislike them… until i drunk-listened to their album and literally fell in love because every song of theirs is a depressing dance song when i am drunk

so yh now i love them. do YOU hate them?

maybe i’m asking for too much but if “it devours” also manages to tell us how carlos fell in love with cecil from his own point of view i will literally leave this plane of existence and subsequently reach nirvana

Favorite Jared Kleinman Quotes

because we don’t have enough

-”You FELL? Out of a TREE? What are you, like, an acorn?”

-”Oh yeah, one of those - SECRET EMAIL ACCOUNTS! For sending pictures of your penises to each other!”

-”Well, my bunk DOMINATED in capture the flag, and I got to second base under the bra with this girl from Israel that’s gonna be in the army, so…”

-”Holyyyyyyyyyyy shit. Holyyyyy fuckingggggggg shit.”

-”His parents think you were lovers, you realize that right?”

-”There is nothing UNREALISTIC about the love one man feels for another!”

-”In fact, it’s quite beautiful…”

-”Is it weird to be the first person in history to break their arm from jerking off too much, or is that some sort of honor?”

-”Just nod, and confirm. Literally nothing I tell my parents is true and they have no idea.”

-”Stop hyperventilating. You’re having considerable trouble breathing. Do you need a paper bag to breathe into?”

On the concept of Soulmate AUs

You know what I’m tired of? Soulmate AUs with the protagonist/antagonist ship as the main pairing that always has the villain who reacts the best to the situation, and the hero freaking out.

What I want to see is a hero who gets it, who understands that yeah, their soulmate may kind of be a murdering psychopath, but that’s cool, they can deal with that, they can live through it, but what’s not cool is them totally looking the other way and avoiding the hell out of them.

Give me the realisation that they’re soulmates in the middle of a fight, when they’re bloody and bruised and tired and they just slip, skin on skin contact, and then the whole world just shifts into place.

“This can’t be happening.”

“Have you every heard of opposites attract?”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“But- Okay, yeah, we’re doing this.”

Give me a brutal fight that ends with a “Since when do my attacks hurt this much?” and the villain slowly realising that they can’t kill themselves out of this situation, that they can’t escape this because they’re soul bonded to a kid with a hero complex who is constantly trying to thwart them and is now for some reason grinning at them like a lunatic because they supposedly belong together. And damn does suddenly being able to feel emotions and pain that wasn’t his sting, because he has enough shit to deal with on his own without the added pressure, thanks.

Give me snarky comments and miniature fights in the middle of the night when the hero catches the antagonist coming back from who knows where, bloody and in pain and maybe a little too bust up, to say they won the fight.

“You usually look happier to see me.”

“You killed someone this morning.”

“What gave it away?”

“You mean besides the fact that you’re covered in blood and I felt every moment of it?”

Give me the villain slowly getting used to the idea that hey, they’re sort of going to have to put up with this little ray of sunshine for a while even though he kind of hates his guts and wants to kill him, but also give me the villain wondering what they ever did to deserve this. What could they possibly have done that was so great, so obscenely terrifyingly amazing that they could be soul bonded to a person like this, someone so innocent and righteous and downright beautiful that half of it seems like a mad dream?

“Not every bad guy has a tragic past.”

“But you do. I’ve seen it.”

“I’m going to punch you.”

“That would be counterproductive to what we’re doing here.”


“That hurt you as much as it hurt me.”

“Worth it.”

Give me tempers flaring and bristling arguments and the hero getting so tired, but still carrying on, not because they think that there’s some good in the antagonist or because they think they can change them, but because this is their soulmate, the person that the fates chose for him, his other half, someone that he had to protect and look after and love, because if not him, then who else was going to?

“I am going to hurt you. I’m going to rip out your intestines and strangle you with them.”

“You’ve been pretty good today. That’s three less death threats than yesterday.”

“Prepare to have your balls removed with a butcher’s knife and shoved down your throat, asshole.”

“I’m still counting this as progress.”

Give me the antagonist not realising the reality that this isn’t someone who wants something from him, who wants to change him, use him, abuse him, but rather someone who just wants to be with him, love him. Give me an antagonist who can’t understand the concept that somebody might actually care.

“I thought this was what you wanted! The sex, the cuddling, the stupid hand-holding. What more could you want from me?”

“I don’t want anything from you.”

“Yes you do. They always do! Just tell me what you want and you can have it. Just leave me alone, please. I can’t take this anymore.”

“I want you to trust me, to believe me when I say that I love you.”

“You’re only saying that because of the bond.”

“No, I’m not. I’ve seen everything that you have, felt what you feel, heard what you’ve heard. Maybe at first, a little, it was just because of the bond, but then I fell in love with you, the real you, the one behind all the fronts that you put up.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I didn’t expect you too, but you will, one day. I’m not giving up on you.”

Give me the hero facing shit from their friends and family, because they don’t understand why they’re trying so hard and putting up with so much shit, even though he’s his soulmate, but the hero just shrugging and smiling because they get it, and it doesn’t matter if everyone else doesn’t.

“He threatens to brutally mutilate you constantly.”

“I like to believe it’s how he expresses his affections.”

“He tried to kill you so many times.”

“There was only the once after we found out about the bond, though.”

“You’re making excuses now.”

“It’s just that there’s so much anger in him, all of the time. I don’t know how anyone could live like that. I want to help him.”

“You’re going to get yourself killed.”

“That’s not my biggest concern anymore. He is.”

Give me a hero who tries so, so hard, and a villain who, despite everything, slowly gives in. Give me quiet nights laid in bed or watching the stars, no words and only their hands touching, just the sensation of palm against palm enough. Give me heated arguments, rage, unsteady headiness at the realisation that they’re not going to leave each other, no matter what happens.

Give me a soulmate AU where the hero doesn’t react badly, isn’t scared or hateful that their soulmate is their arch nemesis, the big bad guy, the villain they can never seem to get rid of, because really they should have expected that all along. Because no one hates that much without there being a little something more behind it.

The tale of the Bard and Goblin.

Bard: I want to try and seduce that Goblin.
DM:But why though? You’ve just slaughtered all its friends.
Bard: I don’t care, I want me a piece of that sweet Goblin tush.
DM:Fine, roll me a charisma check.

*Rolls Charisma*
*Rolls a critical fail*

DM: you have failed to Woo the heart of the goblin, but instead you have a strange feeling, it makes you shudder. It might be those long pointy ears or those tender Goblin hands. Oh how you crave to fall into those scrawny arms on cold winter nights. His eyes, they muddy browns make your heart flutter. You have Indeed been seduced by the Goblin.

And that’s the story of how Derek the Bard fell in love with his future partner Greasebag the Goblin.


I didn’t know I could fell more in love with Bellamy/Bob but LOOK AT THIS GLORIOUS GIF

it’s all sad and shit but it simply BREATHTAKING…what is art?

gif not mine, credit to the owner (raise your hand if this is your gif so I can credit you and also give you a million claps because its beautiful and THANK YOU)

lol can you believe Hannibal did the pretentious equivalent of drawing hearts on his diary except he made a heart origami instead

he’s so gone lmao

remember when he used to think getting caught was the one thing to avoid at all costs because what’s the point of living if you can’t enjoy it freely, then he met Will Graham and all his priorities got maimed, killed and served to his sorry ass

remember when he literally fell in love at first sight and didn’t even remotely see it and then it progressively ruined his life and made it 856% better

remember when he saw Will again and in that moment Hannibal was so fucking happy to see him and Will was so beautiful that Hannibal got all mushy and poetic and he was like fuck even if i saw you every day for literally the rest of my life this is the one time I’d remember holy shit

and Will looked all like “jesus the shit you say to me” with a smile this fucking big he couldn’t have kept in check even if he’d wanted

send help


working on aqua’s look when he still lived on and served homeworld and his backstory a lil. (EDIT: i added one w no color correction so u get a better idea of his past palette)

summary: a less valued cousin to other beryl gems like emerald and bixbite, aquamarine is still a very sturdy and appealing stone making them just bordering upper middle class. most aquamarine’s are used in navigation and anthropology/biology, specifically exploration of other galaxies and solar systems and are tasked with studying the culture and appeal of other species. a natural dauntless aura, strong intuition, and the curiosity of a child make these gems resilient and the perfect specimen for astronomical exploration and cultural anthropology and an innate leader.

specifics: when aquamarine lived on homeworld he was more reserved and refined, but only somewhat. a captain of a ship and leader of one of blue diamond’s exploration teams, aqua was like an informant to blue diamond’s court on possibly habitable planets and the behaviorism and societal tendencies of any intelligent species he and his team came across. but when sent to earth to take a few organic samples and do a routine “check up” on the evolutionary progress of humans, he fell in love with everything he saw. he had only ever heard of earth before and what he witnessed humans create with their own minds and two bare hands had him completely baffled. homeworld was centuries, posssibly even millennia ahead technology wise but homeworld’s sole purpose was to conquer and grow like a hive. he fell in love with how humans went from relying on what they created to keep them alive and knowing only practicality to inventing and building just for shits and giggles. having a strong curiosity for all things new and unique aqua felt right at home. he kept his distance at first but over time adapted to what he saw and started to take on more “human” mannerisms, explaining the sarcasm and horrible fashion taste of current aqua.

A Little Something About The Tangy and The Tart

I cannot believe it has been so long since I posted and I’m sorry, truly, that it’s taken me forever and a day to get my ass in gear. But due to recent events, I felt inspired to write something and I’m actually really, really happy with how this turned out!

Also, I owe a huge thank you to @permanentcross for giving me advice and reassuring me this wasn’t crap and to @canistay-haz for being her wonderful, loving self and telling me I don’t suck. You both are so, so lovely and I’m lucky that I can ask you for advice when I’m not confident in my writing.

That being said, enjoy!

Warning: NSFW


Normally, Saturday mornings would be reserved for sleeping in, lazy kisses, and barely audible gasps filling your ears. Today however, you and Harry had to be somewhat functioning adults. You were having one last get together with Harry’s closest friends and family before his life was sent into the spotlight for who knows how long, and he didn’t get to be as free and open with his time as he had been. 

You woke up about half an hour after Harry did, knowing you had things to do and people to see but you were having none of it. All you could think about was the slight yet very-much-still-there tingling sensation between your legs thanks to yours and Harry’s late night rendezvous. You smiled to yourself, rolling over and letting your face collide into Harry’s pillow, inhaling his lingering scent that made you want him all over again… 

You made your way downstairs to your boyfriend, legs bare and torso covered in his ridiculously baggy pink shirt that was littered with the white polka dots, your rear just barely peeking out at the bottom hem. Harry was sporting only a pair of grey joggers that hung much too low on his hips, not that you were complaining. 

“Morning, sunshine.” You wrapped your arms around his waist, peppering his back with tiny pecks.

“G’morning, poppet. Sleep okay?” Every morning after, without fail, he asks how you slept. He asks because he knows when you’re both in the heat of the moment, sex isn’t gentle. Not that it’s animalistic, but you and Harry like what you like and making sure you’re comfortable and properly taken care of after is an essential part of his aftercare routine; he’ll be damned if he doesn’t take care of you and pamper any part that might be slightly bruised or extra loved on. He does love a routine after all…

“Mhm,” you purr into his back, pecking his skin once more before he spins around in your grasp, your arms falling to your sides while he places one hand on your cheek and encloses your mouth with his.

“Good,” he smiles down at you, pecking your cheek before turning back to the countertop where you can see he’s been preparing a dessert for the get together later that night. 

“Whatcha makin’?” you ask, hopping upon the countertop, legs swinging back and forth while eyeing the bowl of plain raspberries and the graham cracker crust that was still sitting in the tart pan Harry insisted he needed.

“How does a raspberry tart for tonight sound? Bought the pan, figured there was no use in letting it sit in the cupboard.”

You couldn’t help but stifle a giggle. There was nothing comical about the dessert in and of itself, but you were feeling some type of way this morning and you couldn’t help but think of it in a provocative way.

Harry rolled his eyes, trying not to grin, “Why is that funny?”

You just giggled again and reached to kiss him on the cheek, “Maybe I wanna be your little raspberry tart. I already have the perfect shirt on.” Although you’d been sitting on the countertop for a good minute already, Harry had just noticed how his shirt had ridden up your thighs and he swallowed hard, also taking in how you had only the bottom two buttons fastened and there was little, if anything, left to the imagination. What Harry didn’t know was that you didn’t have anything covering the part of you that wanted him the most; he figured you’d just thrown on something skimpy just to torture him but no, you were completely bare, apart from the bottom of the hem under your bum, and sitting on your boyfriend’s counter. Harry didn’t have a prayer. 

You smirked at him cheekily and even though you’d had him not even eight hours before, he could tell you still had an appetite for something else, something that filled you in a different way. 

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