i just want to leave this here and

Dan's Hobbit Hair | 17.01.17
  • Dan: When I have short hair, I can kind of just shower and leave it, which is like now. And sometimes, I feel like I prefer it to being straight, cause it's kind of hard to control when it's straight as my hair doesn't want to be straight - insert jokes. So here I am, wavy Dan is rising.
  • Outside: *sirens*
  • Dan: Hello. Can you get stabbed somewhere else? I'm trying to communicate with my audience.
  • Someone in chat: We love your hobbit hair.
  • Dan: Thank you.
  • Someone else in chat: Just like you.
  • Dan: Thank you.

imagine how the first few days after moving in with viktor yuuri’d be timid and kinda shy around the new place and constantly ask viktor if it’s okay to put some of his things in the corridor wardrobe or does he mind him leaving some of his stuff here or there until one day after many previous reassurances viktor just gently holds yuuri’s face in his hands and very seriously tells him to literally do whatever you want, take as much space as you want and make any changes you want. this is your place now as much as it is mine.

Now, the sky never stop from being angry, it rain and it rain like his never been this mad before. And I suddenly miss you, not because its cold. But I miss you because the thunders and lightning remind me of you. I want you now, here, at my side, no, in front me. I want to hug you, I want to kiss your neck at the back down to your spine until you say ‘please stop’ then hug you again. But this never happened, I should better say ‘this will never happened’ because just like thunders and lightning, you’re gone, so fast, not because you leave but because I made you leave. And I’m sad, but I guess it’s more than being sad, it’s unexplainable, I’m so unwell. I want you back but just like thunders and lightning you’re gone, you might go back but no longer the same.

I want to be happy with my life. I know that being happy 100% of the time is neither healthy nor realistic, but even 10% of the time would be nice. I’ve decided I need to move, I need to get away from here. It’s partly my fault that im so unhappy here, because I shut off from everyone and isolated myself completely, but also there are too many unhappy memories and not enough opportunities. Even though I want to leave, the idea of moving again really terrifies me. I hate change, but my options are to take a leap of faith and hopefully make something of my life, or stay here and become increasingly more depressed and suicidal. I feel trapped here but there’s nothing physically stopping me… I just need to tell myself I can do this. I CAN DO THIS. I need to just stop writing about it and start doing something about it.

Sis you can’t leave us for too long now! We just got our baby lion back now you about to leave…🙃😭I mean who else we go converse with about O’s fake deepness that I’ve missed so much! If you leave, guaranteed we go pull up on you, Aiesha! 😂😈

@kimmiemichell lmfao 😂😂😂 Nah girl I’m nor leaving for too long..I might take a day or two off here and there but I’m still here if y'all want to make fun of O’s fake deep captions😂

This is just a little play i wrote. would appreciate it if you read it :)

MIDNIGHT (not sure about this title yet)

A smartly attired YOUNG MAN enters an Irish restaurant. A grandfather clock at the back of the restaurant reads 11.45pm. He grins goofily at the only two people there; the owners. They grin back at him. One of them taps his watch and raises his eyebrows. He gives them finger guns.

SPARK: Top o’ the evenin’ to ya! Two strawberry milkshakes please.

CLARK & CLYDE: Why aye man!

Clark and Clyde pour out two glasses. They look back and forth at one another, showing a wider grin each time. Spark gives them four pounds and reaches out for the glasses.

CLARK: Nah ah! We’re not giving ‘em to ya, ’till ya tell us who the lucky lady is.

They laugh loudly.

SPARK: Who says it’s a lady?

CLYDE: That grin!

CLARK:
Can’t pull the wool over our eyes! Wink wink!

Clark and Clyde wink at him.

SPARK:
Oh alright! Alright! She’s Scottish and very pretty. Out of my league in fact. I’m very lucky. That’s all I’m saying.

CLYDE:
(laughing) Scottish!

CLARK:
And I thought our accents together were bad enough! We can barely understand you!

They all laugh.  

SPARK: Sorry, what was that?

They laugh even louder. But the laughter comes to a sharp end as they hear a harsh sizzling noise.

CLYDE: That’s not Max getting himself into a tantrum again is it?

CLARK:
(frustrated) That radgie dog! Just because we told him he has to lay off the doggie biccies.

Spark laughs.


CLYDE:
Look after the restaurant for us would ya, pet?

SPARK: Sure
 
They rush out the back door. Spark takes a seat at the back of the restaurant. He stares out of the window and for the first time, looks nervous, as he twiddles his thumbs. A stunning YOUNG WOMAN, dressed in a fancy ruby coloured dress, enters the restaurant. Spark leaps to his feet. The woman smiles warmly.

PEACH: Just us two?

SPARK: (looking around) Just us two!

They laugh nervously. The grandfather chimes very loudly. Midnight. Suddenly, all the lights blow. They are left in pitch black darkness.

PEACH: What the-

They hear heavy breathing.

SPARK: Clark? Clyde? Is that you?

A tall figure ignites a lighting sword. It sizzles harshly and illuminates a masked face in a dark purple light.

WARREN: (in a distorted voice) Where is she?

SPARK: Who?

Warren grunts.

WARREN: What year is this?

Spark gives him a confused expression.

PEACH: (laughing) 2017. You okay?

Warren looks around.

WARREN:
I will be. when I get my emerald…

He turns back to them.

WARREN: But I cannot say the same of you.

SPARK: What? We don’t know anything about your stupid emerald! Leave us alone!

PEACH: Yeah, we’re on a date for god’s sake!

WARREN: You know something.

Warren closes in on them. Spark puts an arm over Peach. A WOMAN suddenly crashes through the window. She looks remarkably like Peach.

FREYA: Step away, Warren.

Warren chuckles.

WARREN: If it isn’t the lovely Freya.

FREYA: If it isn’t the foulest stench in the galaxy.

WARREN: Charming.

Freya pulls out her lighting sword. They engage in a brutal fight. Several plates are smashed, as the restaurant gets destroyed. In the midst of the fight, Spark suddenly feels something jagged in his pocket.

WARREN: This is the end of you.

FREYA:
Oh, give over!

Freya whacks Warren across the face. His mask falls off, to reveal a severely burnt, skull-like face. Warren snarls. Freya stares at him in horror.

WARREN: Goodnight Freya.

Warren stabs Freya. Freya widens her eyes.

FREYA: You bastard.

WARREN: Shame. Such a formidable young lady.

Warren turns his back on her and slowly edges closer to Spark and Peach.

FREYA: (through rattled breath) No. NO!

She pulls a gun out and fires it at Warren. A red portal spirals into the restaurant. Warren groans in frustration.

WARREN: You cannot stop me!

The portal sucks him in and vanishes. Spark and Peach run over to Freya. Peach lifts Freya’s head up into her arms.

PEACH: Speak to us!

SPARK: Yeah, come on! Hang in there, sweetie.

FREYA: (losing breath) It’s. It’s okay, I gave him a one-way ticket to the dis- distant past. But he’ll. He’ll be back. You. You have to protect the emerald. It’s more powerful than you. Than you know. You’re our only hope.

Freya smiles admirably at them.  

FREYA: So young…

Her head falls back into Peach’s arms. Peach sobs. Spark pulls out the jagged object from his pocket. It’s the emerald.

I’m so happy to live this city
I’ve only had fake “friends” here and it feels so good to think that in a few days I’ll put my stuff in my car and leave this place
A “friend” just asked me why I’m leaving to a different city and he was like “do you have a boyfriend there” and i laughed so hard I think I woke up the whole house and i just wanted to tell him to fuck off because he thinks I’m the kind of girl who moves for a boy lmaooooo like I just wanted to tell him “go fuck your blonde bitch you’re with her because she’s driving a Mini Cooper boy and wears cropped tops sometimes and btw she shops at forever 21 so please stop”
I mean when will boys realise we don’t need them??????? TOO MANY PEOPLE HAVE BEEN TELLING ME THAT “ONE DAY I’LL MEET THE RIGHT PERSON AND I’LL BE SAVED FROM DEPRESSION” I mean the right person can fuck me but they sure won’t save me from anything, bitch I’m strong enough to save myself

I want to see Greek gods in the modern era.

I want to see Zeus in a tailored suit and shaggy beard, a walking disparity of the loud, brash, post-graduate frat boy variety who can’t pass a woman on the street without catcalls, who has more one-night stands than he could possibly keep in his head, for whom adultery comes as naturally as the weather he predicts on the Channel 4 News—with startlingly accuracy, and an endless wealth of charisma.

I want to see Hera walking tall, six-inch heels and not a wrinkle in her skirt, knowing her boyfriend is cheating, and knowing with equal certainty that she is better, stronger, fiercer than he will ever be, a wedding planner with an eye of steel, spotting vulnerability, slicing it open, teaching every woman who crosses her path to value themselves over any mistake made in the name of men and love.

I want to see Poseidon in Olympic prime, a gym rat who skives off class to shatter backstroke records, who spends his summers lifeguarding at the city pool, who keeps an ever-expanding aquarium in his bedroom and coaxes all the pretty girls up to visit his fish, his charm as impressive as the earth-rending temper he generally uses to fuel his competitive nature.

I want to see Hades, big, hulking, quieter than his brothers would ever think to be, who dresses in neat dark clothes, and polishes his boots, and spends more time reading than fighting, who debates eventuality and ethics, who stoically reminds everyone how enormous, how terrifying, how inescapable a thing like silent inevitability can be.

I want to see Hermes in a beanie, with watercolor splashes of tattoo crawling up his arms and holes in his Chucks, a bike messenger with no helmet, no regard for the rules of the road, all cataclysmic laughter, lock-pick tricks passed along to every kid who thinks to ask, thumbing through his iPhone without a care in the world.

I want to see Athena with reading glasses pushed high on her head, six books in her bag and a switchblade in her back pocket, her clothing as neatly ordered as her mind is feverish, brilliance and temper clashing and blending, doing her best to look dignified—even when her brain chemistry rockets ahead of her well-intentioned plans.

I want to see Apollo splattered with acrylics, board shorts and Monster headphones and a beautiful classic car, busking on street corners, not because he has no choice, but because the sunlight catching on a sticker-patterned acoustic is summer incarnate, because music is blood, because the act of creation is the ultimate in sublime.

I want to see Artemis in ripped jeans and haphazard topknot, star of the soccer team, the track team, the archery team, who rides a motorcycle, and keeps a tribe of girls around her at all times, and does not care for men, for expectation, for anything but volunteer hours down at the local animal shelter and falling asleep under the stars.

I want to see Aphrodite in sundress and scarf, homemade jewelry and lavish amounts of bright red lipstick, who is excellent at public speaking, at theater auditions, at soothing bruised egos and sparking epic fights, who kisses as easily as she breathes and scrawls poetry onto bathroom stalls.

I want to see Ares all but living in the boxing ring, cutoff shirts and sweats, red-faced under a crew cut as he punches, punches, punches until the noise in his head dims, a warrior with no war, all crude jokes and blind fury, totally incapable of understanding what it is to sit, think, plan before running screaming into the fray.

I want to see Demeter with the best garden you’ve seen in your life, with a lawn care business she runs out of her garage, a teenage prodigy grown into a joint-custody single mother, who teaches her carefree daughter all she knows while scaring off the hopeful neighborhood boys with the pet python draped across her shoulders.

I want to see Dionysus with a joint in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, baggy hoodies and three-week-old jeans, who brews his own beer in his basement and greets all visitors with a fresh pack of Oreos and half-stoned theories of the universe, of birth and death and partying mid-week, because why not, man?

I want to see Hephaestus with a workshop taking up the majority of his house, whose kitchen is overrun with blowtorches, whose bathrooms are home to all manner of hodge-podge invention, who walks with a cane and forgets his laundry for weeks at a time, and strings together the most beautiful steampunk costumes at any convention at the drop of a hat.

I want to see wood nymphs fighting against climate change, waving their signs and pushing for scientific progress. I want to see epic heroes sitting down to Magic: The Gathering tournaments, poker brawls, Call of Duty all-nighters with beer and snapbacks. I want to see Medusa working a women’s shelter, want to see Achilles training for deployment, want to see Prometheus serving endless community service stints for what he calls providing necessary welfare with stolen goods.

Give me modern mythology. I could play for hours in that sandbox.

You know after everything we’ve seen so far, it got me thinking, how Victor’s FS Program, “Stay Close to me” might be foreshadowing a possible ending, my total guess here, but just listen to the last few verses of the song. It’s like Victor’s narrating his final feelings for Yuuri. Feelings he’s got the chance to understand not only after the banquet night, but after all those 8 months spend together.

“Stay close to me
Don’t go
I’m afraid of losing you

Your hands, your legs
My hands, my legs
The heartbeats
Are fusing together

Let’s leave together
Now I’m ready”

Victor is ready to leave, he’s ready to retire, but he wants Yuuri to be willing to become part of this new future. And you get Victor’s afraid, afraid of losing that one precious thing he’s manage to find. “Stay close to me. Don’t go. I’m afraid of losing you.” And this is something which can be interpreted from both Yuuri’s and Victor’s perspectives, they share the same fears, and at the end they want the same thing. “Let’s leave together. Now I’m ready.” It presents this idea of the start of a new life, the start of a new beginning, which they are no longer afraid to face, they see things clear now.

And we know about the duet version of “Stay Close to me”, meaning the song might be telling a story, since they met and now after 8 months the song can finally come to an end, with both men standing side by side. The series starts with this song being an individual routine, while at the end it changes itself into a duet. Them standing together has change the complete sense of the song, it’s like the verses are adding up and the gears are starting to fit. Their time together and what they plan on doing for their rest of their lives is sum up in those two lines of the final verse. Their heartbeats are now one, they stand together, now they are ready.

autistic bodhi rook??
  • he has disorganized speech unless he’s talking about his SI in ships
    • when he’s trying to communicate that he wants to talk to saw gerrera he’s all over the place
    • towards the end where he just blurts things out to the admiral without making sure they make sense
  • he can’t tell when people are lying/have ulterior motives
    • he didn’t pick up on why cassian wanted to stop and “look”
  • he also can’t read some more subtle nonverbal communication
    • on eadu when cassian told him to leave, bodhi didn’t understand why hence the “we came here to look” “well i’m looking by myself”
  • he’s really bad at lying
  • com transmissions are hard for him unless he as a script, when he does have a script, like the scripts it takes to be a pilot he does fine
    • when they’re leaving and he has to come up with a callsign, he keeps blanking and losing words and looking to jyn for prompting
    • but when he’s getting into scarif he does fine because he’s used to the scripts for incoming ships
  • he’s bad at controlling the volume and speed of his voice
    • towards the end when he’s transmitting to the alliance and talking really fast
    • towards the end when he’s talking really fast to the people on the ship with him
    • towards the end where he starts yelling because he doesn’t think people understand him
  • he also doesn’t always pick up on rhetorical questions
    • when jyn says something like “who’s with me?!” and no one replies, except bodhi, who says “i am!”
  • he makes noises sometimes as ways to show emotion without words. 
  • he also does a lot of gestures, like when he’s describing the master switch.
  • his goggles could totally be some kind of comfort item because he barely ever takes them off

that’s all for now!! bodhi rook is autistic and i love him. please add stuff on if you want to!!

Ways to say I love you (Philkas Edition)
  • Ily: I love you
  • Ilysm: I love you so much
  • Imya: i mean, you're amazing
  • Ifyft: I fixed your flat tire
  • Bykily: because you know I like you
  • Ityhtrtb: I'll teach you how to ride the bike
  • Bilyi: because I like you, idiot
  • Yltpr?: you like taking pictures right?
  • Lpohtwidih: liking Philip out here the way I do, it's hard
  • Twgtya: they were gonna take you away
  • Ybnlt: you better not leave tivoli
  • Dysh?: does your stomach hurt?
  • Ificw: it's fine, I can walk
  • Ilteenty: I lie to everyone else, not to you
  • Idwag: I don’t want a girlfriend
  • Imuap: I made us a playlist
  • Uo?my!: u okay? Miss you!
  • Irh: I'm right here
  • Pwu: please wake up
  • Wp?: where's Philip?
  • Iwatywgwu: I was afraid that you weren't gonna wake up
  • Ihdltbarowy: I've had dreams like that before about riding off with you
  • Arbc: all right, be careful
  • Iwwcjhhf: I wish we could just hang here forever
  • Rlingwy: right, like I'm not going with you
  • Omgyai: oh my god you're an idiot
  • Mbigyl: maybe, but it got you laughing

Ok, I’ve just read about how some people are leaving the LazyTown fandom because it’s starting to be seen as an ‘old meme’ and that Stefán Karl has become irrelevant and I had to write down my thoughts because I’m really upset by this.

I basically understand if you were just a ‘casual’ fan, here for the memes and a funny quote or two, but if you want to leave the fandom do so respectively, for fucks sake. Stefán is a real human being with an immense sense of kindness and appreciation for his fans. Don’t you fucking dare treat him like a fad that you can cast aside or mock as being irrelevant or boring or most disgusting of all, not important anymore. The man is battling cancer. That’s what was so wonderful and inspiring about the We Are Number One memes, that it was spread and built upon an overwhelming desire to help him and bring awareness to his plight. Now, the idea that some people think that that’s no longer important, that he’s no longer important and should stop posting things and being a presence online ….. leaves me absolutely speechless…..and heartbroken. I’m literally shaking with emotion as I type this.

I’ve written a bit but sorry not sorry, if you mock Stefán or write vitriolic comments about him and his supposed irrelevance, especially on his own posts, I will personally come at you with the burning force of five thousand suns.

the signs as boyfriends

aries ❤ : loves to joke with you.  you guys are always laughing together.  jumps out from behind things to scare you but picks you up and holds you when you scream.  always suddenly wants to leave the house at 2am.  human heater that always keeps you warm.  touches your butt 24/7.  he loves it when you play with his hair.

taurus ❤ : sappy traditional romantic.  would actually do the “put this on i’ll be here to pick you up at 8″ thing.  takes you out to dinner at least once a week.  loves to take you shopping and buy you things.  100% the boyfriend in sephora spending $200 dollars on his girl.  netflix and actually just chilling and napping.

gemini ❤ : always has you laughing.  you hardly ever just hang out at home because he always wants to go somewhere and do something.  has like 50000 anecdotes to tell you and just when you think he has to be out of stories he has another.  full of surprises, surprise gifts and surprise things about him.

cancer ❤ : big ‘ol whinebaby.  texts you ‘i miss you baby’ 5 minutes after you left.  will spend the entire day with you cuddling and napping and cuddling.  makes you mac’n’cheese before you come over without you even mentioning you’re hungry.  can always tell if something is wrong.

leo ❤ : super over-the-top with all the dates he takes you on.  hot air balloon rides and shit.  literally the biggest baby ever, he always wants to give you a backrub and always wants to be the little spoon.  constantly touching you, playing with your hair, holding your hand, touching your waist.  shows you off to his friends.

virgo ❤ : art museum and aquarium dates.  he makes you watch documentaries with him and won’t take no for an answer.  always well-dressed and lookin sexy and you don’t know what to do with yourself.  folds your laundry and calls you hun.

libra ❤ : literally wants to go to the grocery store with you.  he’ll call you up because he’d rather go pick up milk and bread with you than by himself.  buys you flowers and calls you pretty all the time.  constantly holding your hand everywhere you go and kisses your nose a lot.

scorpio ❤ : wants to share all his favorite things with you.  he wants you to love his favorite TV show and wants you to love his dog.  very vocal about how much he loves you, will send you paragraphs via text about how much you’ve made his life better.  loves to jokingly tease you but if anyone else does it he’ll knock them down.

sagittarius ❤ : you guys have a money jar labelled with the places you want to go together.  will honestly tell you if those pants make you look fat or not.  always up for anything, seems like he never sleeps and if you text him at any hour he’ll always offer to come pick you up.  

capricorn ❤ : buys you roses super often.  shows how much he loves you with the little things; picks up stuff that reminded him of you in the store and watches your favorite movie even if he doesn’t like it.  loves cuddling, believe it or not, and likes to lay on your chest and kiss your chin.

aquarius ❤ : takes you to the absolute best parties and doesn’t leave your side the entire time, is always standing there holding your waist and kissing your cheek.  shows you all the places he loves to go to, his favorite restaurant and his favorite park.  loves going on walks with you.

pisces ❤ : you literally receive “hey, thinking about you, you okay?” texts before you’ve even mentioned that you’re upset about something.  loves telling you about his ideas and dreams.  little spoon 100%, wants you to hold him and kiss his head.  always complimenting you and telling you how much you mean to him. 

consider: lance has never kissed anyone before and he really wants to and so one day hunk is just like “you can kiss me” and lance is freaking out a lil cuz he’s definitely got a crush on hunk, who just offered to KISS him and he tries to play it cool and is all “dude really?? u would do that for me??”and hunk is like “i would do anything for u bro” (that makes lance’s heart flutter like crazy!!!) 

and so they’re sitting on lance’s bed and it’s kinda awkward and lance is trying to keep himself together cuz holy moly he’s about to kiss HUNK his best friend and crush and hes just “so um…im gonna kiss you now” and hunk says “okay” and they close their eyes and lean in all slow and nervous and then their lips touch and they’re both so tentative with each other and it’s really short and soft but when lance pulls away all he can say is “wow” bc WOW he’s kind of wanted to do that forever 

then lance notices that hunk looks kinda nervous and that makes him nervous bc what if hunk thinks this is a mistake and he’s ready to suggest they just forget about this when hunk asks “do you wanna do it again?” and lance’s heart just… flies out of his chest he never thought he’d get to kiss hunk once and now he can do it TWICE?? so they kiss again and this time it lasts longer but it’s still just as soft and hunk puts a hand on lance’s cheek and lance’s heart is Out Of Control 

when they pull away they’re both looking at each other, hesitant and unsure and lance swallows his fear with a nervous laugh and says “hunk, you’re a 9 and i’m the 1 you need” and now hunk is SMILING and it’s so beautiful and lance feels So Warm when hunk just goes “lance that’s ridiculous you’re a 10″ “you’re a 10 too” and anyway please just consider… HANCE

Inspired by @linddzz’s adorably chaotic fic: http://linddzz.tumblr.com/post/154043407348/man-i-hope-you-werent-hoping-for-newt-sitting in which Newt, our blessed protagonist who does not, and never will truly understand self-preservation, tries to fly on something that is not a fantastic beast. Credence must, as always, protect this man from himself.

I’m the girl
half asleep in the grass
watching you play guitar.
I’m the girl thinking
surely
this is all just a dream
because how could any mortal boy
be so beautiful
I swear
there’s this halo
glowing around the perimeter of your body
you are holy
you are holy
you are holy
I am drunk.
Everybody thinks I am
too drunk
but I want to say
no
you’ve got it all wrong
I’m too drunk
but not on rum just on love
I’m too drunk
and I could fall asleep right here,
could stay here forever
just watching you
Because there is so much to see
in your eyes
goodbye
I’m in heaven now
and I never
want
to leave.
Torturing Starter Pack
  • “Hush now. It’s not that bad.”
  • “I’m only doing this because i love you!”
  • “Does that gag need to be tighter?”
  • “Make another sound and I’ll shoot you right here!”
  • “Have fun chewing your food with no teeth!”
  • “Is that blindfold too tight?…”
  • “Stop squirming!”
  • “Do you want to keep your other eye?!”
  • “You would NEVER understand my reasoning..”
  • “Hate is a strong word, but.. It’s not stronger than my steel pipe, is it?”
  • “I’M PLAYING ANOTHER EPISODE JUST FOR THAT!”
  • “Don’t be scared.. The cage will eventually feel like home, it’s okay…”
  • “Cry for me! Beg for me!”
  • “You’re NEVER leaving ALIVE!”
  • “I’m sorry, your highness, do you want lighter chains?”
  • “You’ll NEVER escape!”
  • “Do you think i like this?! You couldn’t be more right!”