i guess it's for her too

anonymous asked:

What is the hottest hair Hillary has ever had? Least hot?

Hottest is difficult to choose because she has this way of making any hairstyle look incredibly hot, but I’d say for me I think the 1995/1996 style would probably be one of the hottest, when it had so much dramatic volume and layers and framed her face really perfectly

Least hot I’m not really sure….I suppose if I had to choose then I guess I’m not a huge fan of the short cut she had in 1988 but I’m sure it was ‘in’ at the time 

anonymous asked:

I guess my two cents on the whole Ann and sexuality thing is that, while she is kind of designed that way and I like how nobody gives her shit for it, I also feel like her character was treated kind of badly. I mean, she's put up with sexual harassment/abuse from an adult, and after that's dealt with literally the next plot arc has her being nude when she clearly is not comfy. And I feel like Yusuke is OOC by being too forceful and the dudes are OOC by not giving a damn. Its just weird.

I don’t think he was being OOC as all actually, at that point in the game pursuit of art was all Yusuke was really for. As a sheltered kid he hadn’t had a lot of experiences necessary for a lot of social interactions, so I don’ think he was actually aware at the time that anyone (ann in particular) would/could feel uncomfortable in posing nude. Which isn’t a justification but could explain some of it.


Lance pokes fun of Shiro being a merman (not an actual merman unfortunately), and pidge and hunk, defending their father’s honour, dares lance to take some of Shiro’s classes (he teaches people how to become merppl n all that w allura). 

Lance takes the dare and finds out this guy from one of his classes, whom he has a one-sided rivalry with, goes for mermaid lessons as well and *insert oh no he’s hot moment here*

anyway there’s lots of pining and swimming and mermaids and keith being obsessed with the mythical merpeople n lance finding it endearing as hell

[edit:] I’m not planning to write this however I will be building upon this au If you wanna write this or whatever could you link it to me? I wanna see it :D


Daisy Johnson in Agents of SHIELD: ‘Farewell, Cruel World!’

she was a queen
with neither crown nor kingdom,
the most powerful piece on the board
with no moves left to make,
so she overturned the table.
—  l.s.CHRYSALIS © 2016

Asians in Star Wars


·· I was under the impression that quinces were bow-and-arrow using savages…But after witnessing that, I guess they’re quite civilized… ··

                                                           - Happy Birthday @vegeet // 2.28.17


Couldn’t decide whether I liked the original better so I decided to stop worrying about it and just post both…

In which Marinette realizes she might have a crush on her best friend

anonymous asked:

Hi, I just wanted to say the the gods & monsters series is one of the most wonderful things I've read. I know that some already have Hades in them but could you please do one about Hades and Persephone meeting? That would be amazing, thank you

Apollo comes to her, warm and smiling. He likes her body, its gentle curves, the flawless skin, how it shines with the youth and strength of spring. He is the sun and she is the earth, and it is from his rays that she gains her strength, and it would be expected of them to love each other. The god is golden, from his skin to his hair to his mischievous eyes, and there is not an inch of him that is not as lovely as the rays of sunlight peeking through the leaves.

Kore is not stupid. She knows Apollo does not linger, that she will be a wife in name and little else; he will lie with her and worship her and then grow bored of her.

Hermes comes to her, eyes sharp and hands gentle. He likes her mind, her acuteness, the way she views the world as a gem cutter would a raw emerald. He is wings and air and she is firmly rooted in the earth, she is as far from him as one can be, but his skin and hers are the exact same shade and she finds the shape of his mouth pleasing. She likes the way he considers her his equal.

But Hermes is meant to fly, spends his time carrying messages for Zeus and meddling in things that ought not to be meddled in. He may be a fine enough man, but he’s no husband.

She has two offers – each from powerful gods, each attractive and clever. There’s no reason she should find them both as unappealing as congealed chicken fat, yet she does.

“I do not often find you alone,” a deep, feminine voice says, and Kore suppresses a sigh as she turns to greet the approaching woman. She sits deep in the forest under a blossoming apple tree, but this is not her dominion alone.

“I am not often alone,” she concedes, observing the blood soaked goddess. “I’m assuming none of that is yours?”

Artemis doesn’t have enough hair to toss it over her shoulder, but she runs a hand through it, pushing it out of her face and streaking it copper in the process. “Of course not. I hope you weren’t too attached to the bucks of this forest.”

“Animals are not my concern,” she answers, “Besides, I am the goddess of spring, and therefore am born from death. It would be foolish of me to reject that which bore me.”

“Funny you should say that,” she says, “since all of Olympus is gossiping about how desperately you seek to leave the sanctuary of what bore you.”

Kore raises an eyebrow. Artemis is clumsy with her words, but she supposes the woman has never had a need to be otherwise. There are few as transparently straightforward as the huntress. She smiles, “Perhaps it is more funny, dear cousin, how easily the words prison and sanctuary become entangled.“

Artemis crosses her arms and sucks her lower lips between her teeth. “No,” she says finally, sobering, “I don’t think that’s very funny at all.”

Kore arranges her skirts around her, the green of the thread and that of the grass nearly identical. “If you’re here to plead your brother’s case for my hand, I’m willing to listen.”

The huntress snorts, derisive, and Kore raises an eyebrow. “I would not recommend my brother’s hand,” she says, “There are other parts of his anatomy which leave many satisfied, however, if that falls within your interests.”

“I am a more desirable bride as a virgin,” she answers instead of saying that the thought of touching a man she does not love makes her skin crawl. Artemis laughs as if she just told a joke, but if so Kore is ignorant of the punchline.

She does not know if she could love either Hermes or Apollo, at least not for the eternity that marks a god’s impossibly long life. It would result in a rather lackluster love making, which is presumably their main goal in pursuing her.

She dislikes her options. Behind her is the gilded cage of her mother’s overprotectiveness, and ahead of her lies the gilded cage of a loveless marriage.

“Kore,” Artemis says, frowning, “if – if you are to defy Demeter, you must go someplace that she cannot enter, a place where her magic cannot reach you.”

“Where might that be?” Kore asks dryly, “She is as I am – all that grows from this earth is our domain. Perhaps in the sea I could hide from her, but Poseidon is no friend of mine and has no reason to grant me asylum.”

Artemis shrugs, a wry twist to her lips. She cracks her neck on either side and walks back from where she came, but not before calling out over her shoulder, “I guess there is no such place Kore, goddess of spring, born of death and Demeter.“

Kore is still for a long time, staring at the place where Artemis stood.

Perhaps she is not so clumsy with her words after all.


Slipping away from her mother’s watchful eye is always monstrous task, even more so since the rumors of her proposals, but she manages. She finds the River Styx and follows it against its current, walking past and through all the warning sign that she’s gone too far, ignores the prickle along her skin as she crosses the threshold from this world to the next.

Almost immediately she comes across a hooded figure standing besides a small boat. “Charon,” she greets confidently. She tries to catch a peek under his hood, but he tilts his head away from her and manages to give the impression that he’s frowning at her even though she can’t see his face. “I need passage across the river.”

“You are not dead, lady goddess,” he says.

She holds out a shiny gold coin, “I can pay.”

“You are not dead,” he repeats, “You may not be ferried across.”

She nearly snaps at him, but instead takes a firm hold on her temper and thinks. Charon did not say she was not permitted to enter the underworld, only that he may not ferry her across. She peeks into the rushing river. It’s so powerful and fast that it churns grey foam and the water itself looks black, or perhaps that is simply whatever lies beneath. She skims her hand across the surface and the skin of her fingertips comes away burned and blistering.

“May I swim?” she asks.

“There are no rules preventing the impossible,” he tells her, but his shoulders stiffen as if he’s grown nervous.

Kore is not nervous. Either she survives and manages to enter the underworld, or she dies and Charon will have no choice but to ferry her across.

She sheds her gown – it will only weigh her down and get in her way. “My lady goddess,” Charon says, and Kore would almost say he sounds panicked. “Please do not –”

She jumps into the river.

It burns all over, white hot pain that makes her want to scream, but she has no interest in discovering what would happen if she were to swallow any of this supposed water. The current fights against her at every turn, and her muscles bunch and strain to not be swept away. It’s improbably difficult, the most difficult thing she’s ever done, but she grasps the edge of the shore with peeling hands and heaves her bloody body unto the ground.

Her entire body is one throbbing wound. Perhaps she should have listened to Charon before diving headfirst into the river, but it’s too late for regrets.

“Are you insane?” a thunderous voice demands, and then she’s being lifted by strong arms until she’s settled against a muscular chest.

She forces her eyes open, and the man glaring down at her has hair the color of the night sky and skin as pale as bone. His nose is long and sharp, his mouth wide and thin. The only bits of colors are his eyes, a green so dark that at first glance they look black. She raises a hand and cups his face, and the water clinging to her doesn’t seem to hurt him the way it hurt her. “Hades,” she says, and everything pains her just as much as before but his skin soothes hers. The skin on her palms comes away healed.

He’s angry with her, but his touch is gentle. There’s not a stitch of clothing on her, but he doesn’t glance or grope, only pulls her against him and uses the sleeve of his robe to clear the burning water from her face. “Yes, insane goddess, I am Hades.”

She had not meant to meet him, only to hide among his realm until she could think of a better plan. But she likes him already, an instantaneous and childish feeling, one she can’t remember having before.

She turns into his chest and lets out a pleased sigh, content to go wherever he brings her.

“They call me Kore.”

gods and monsters series, part vii


Because who doesn’t love drawing Gugu Mbatha-Raw as a Disney princess? ;)

Also because Belle’s updated ballgown for the live-action film is pretty enough, but also…baffling. I understand that it’s supposed to make Belle “look like a modern woman” which feels like producer code for “make it marketable because we don’t trust 5-17 year-old-girls to appreciate the style of anything more than 5 years old herp derp der” but anachronistic style aside, it barely draws inspiration from the original dress, and perhaps more importantly, it doesn’t mesh with the rest of the film’s costume design. I’m loathe to place too much blame on the costume designer because the other costumes in the movie are pretty great, a fun stylistic storybook-take on 18th-century garb–ain’t nuttin wrong with that! But whether the designer made some odd choices on their own or these issues are the product of executive meddling, I feel like Belle got shortchanged in almost all of her dresses; surely there are more coherent and consistent ways to set her apart from the crowd without making her stick out like a sore 21st-century-prom-dress thumb. Not to mention that kids LOVE elaborate poofy princess dresses–why take that away from them? So here’s a poofy sparkly damn Belle gown for those of us who missed it!

(”But MBB,” you may say; “Your dress is no better! Its lack of sleeves is an egregious anachronism for the rococo period and her bare arms offend mine sensibilities!” To which I say “GUESS WHAT TURDBAGS IT COMES WITH SLEEVES TOO”)

/end rant


wanted to draw a DjWifi comic but got carried away too much (mostly with coloring, omfg) 
its also partially Volpinino? (or how is it called??) i guess…. this awkward moment when you think that one superhero is as hot as your girlfriend and you hate yourself for it

*goes away*

ah, no, theres bonus:

Arachnoids are weird af

So I had set up this campaign with some friends who’ve never played before, with me as the dm, since I’m the only one who knows shit. Well one of my players continuously asks if the can be a spider/human hybrid, in which this happened.

PJ: so can I be the spider centaur lady or not?
Dm: yknow what, its 11pm I’m exhausted and I’m too tired to say no.
Pj: sweet. Wait til you hear my weapon.
Dm: which is?
Pj: her left leg.
Dm: her left…im sorry what?
Pj: she has a knife on the second left leg from the front
Dm: …well sure I guess she does.
Pj: but if I roll a critical Miss or just don’t hit please just let me gently caress their face with my leg.

I have worries going into this campaign

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8 Things I Love About Sun

1. Sun and her dog

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We miss her dog, too. It was such a short reunion.

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We hope to see her living happily and peacefully with her dog…and also with detective Mun, maybe. But I’m guessing she’ll probably love her dog more than Mun.

2. Sun and her cellmates

The most brave and honest women,

who showed Sun what family means.

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Giving a new meaning of home.

3. Let us not forget she is an awesome businesswoman

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Who can literally punch the table (whoa…)

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Who doesn’t put up with sexist bullshit.

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and obviously knows how to react to an ignorant father-slash-boss. Sassy.

4. She is a fucking terminator

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And all she needs is a glittering silver pants.

5. The way she asks for help

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Sun says she doesn’t need anyone’s protection. But sometimes, when she needs one, Sun does not hesitate to ask her cluster for help. Asking for help is not weakness just as showing off one’s power is not strength.

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Sun uses her strength for good. And Sun asking for help shows how much she feels comfortable of showing her vulnerability as well as how much Sun trusts her cluster.

6. Big sister of the cluster (Go away Joong Ki)

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Sun shares pain with Riley, discusses strategies with Nomi, gives advice about life and what’s it’s like to be a woman to Kala.

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Sun gives spirit of Jean Claude to Capheus, protects the cluster with Wolfgang, and have mutual trust with Will.

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…and then, there’s Lito, a drama queen slash little brother who sometimes annoys her. But she loves him for sharing her pain and crying for her.

7. Her tears because she has a heart as soft as a baby bird

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She fought in tournaments using different names because of her father. It may seem like she’s obsessed with winning when in fact, all she wanted was her father being proud of her.

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After her mother passed away, Sun had to take care of herself along with her brother, and later her father’s company. She needed a family and their love, but couldn’t have either of them. She’s been all alone. She may be tough, but deep down she’s afraid of loneliness and yet she couldn’t cry.

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Her tears are, therefore, heartbreaking but at the same time precious. Because it proves she still has hope in home, family, and love.

8. Her smiles

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And of course, my favorite is when she does Wolfgang-smirk.