i love seeing them when i'm at home

Finally a take on the girls and a quick one at that. Similar to the first one, I messed around with both the movie and books/graphic novels to get this mess of a scribble. Shh! I hope ya’ll have a good day. Moving on!

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them and why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life that you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me about what the word ‘home’ means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bedroom you had when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or dance in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to give your snowman arms? Or would you leave your snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice that the tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you to tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See I want to know more than what you do for a living. I want to know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other peoples wounds. I want to know about you.
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W廿ω廿) < Sometimes maids and gardener came, but I love cleaning so it’s not really a problem. My parents also come home about twice or thrice a month so everything is alright. …though, sometimes strange things happened.. like when I’m home the room is already cleaned.. or when I sleep someone tucked in my blanket..–ah! No, no. Don’t mind me. I’m just talking to myself.

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Related to that last reblog

(Screencap from 1x03)

Imagine going home with Mike Lawson. THE Mike Lawson. SO COOL! What a story. He’s so hot. You’re walking up the steps to his bedroom, and you see THIS?

SERIOUSLY YOU HUMAN DISASTER FUCKING NARCISSIST YOU NEED TO CHILL

(I love the details put into this show. He mentions his narcissism in ep 1 and we actually see the depth in ep 3)

Also, after a conversation with @tacos we have decided that when Ginny sees it, she torments him ENDLESSLY. It’s just so ridiculous and so him.

Then one day, she gets home after a long roadtrip. She drops her bag at the door, drags her tired self to her bedroom, and drops onto the mattress. Once she looks up, she’s greeted with the sight of THIS FUCKING PAINTING HUNG UP ON HER CEILING BECAUSE MIKE IS MIKE AND OF COURSE HE WOULD DO THIS. He attached a post-it note to the frame saying “to replace the one in your childhood bedroom”.

GUYS

GUYS

I GOT TO REUNITE A PERSON WITH THEIR CAT TODAY

IM SO HAPPY


so a bit of background; I live in a pet-friendly apartment complex, where many cats go out during the day. I know almost every one of them, because I LOVE cats, and most of them like me enough to greet me when I see them. (In fact there’s a big ginger tabby who will actively visit my apartment for pets and attention at this point but that’s another story)

So back in December there was a missing cat ad posted on Craigslist for my area, my sister sent me a link, knowing my penchant for befriending local cats.

Fast forward to about a month ago. I was out on my balcony talking with a housemate when I spot a kitty coming out from beneath the porch of one of the townhouses lining the path behind our apartment. And I freeze, because 1) I’ve never seen this cat, and 2) it is almost DEFINITELY the kitty from the ad from three months before. Big white and orange patched kitty with long fur, red collar. So ofc I’m like ‘holy shit dude it’s the cat it’s the missing kitty!’

Seamus, I remember his name is Seamus.

So I try to go greet him, see if I can get a better look at him, and this poor baby just fucking books it back under his hiding porch. He’s clearly not a fan of strangers. I know the house he’s hiding under is empty rn, and the craigslist ad was taken down months ago ( I’d assumed they’d found him at the time) so I have no way of knowing where his humans are to tell them their kitty is ok; at least not until I get a look at his collar.

It took me a month. He realized the other cats weren’t afraid of me, and in fact the big ginger tabby he’d become buddies with actively followed me around for attention, and slowly he got used to me being around. Finally, after a month of coaxing and talking and cooing, he let me pet him.

And guys, this poor baby fuckin craWLED INTO MY LAP. Just the sweetest, cuddliest ball of fluff and matted fur; he was purring and chirping and rolling around like a baby as soon as I was petting him. By this point he had a lot of Matts in his fur, and he’d lost a bit of one ear, but I was finally able to write down the numbers on his collar.

The first number didn’t work. The second one let me leave a voicemail. And guys, this afternoon I got a call from a woman explaining that Seamus is her friends cat, who lives at an apartment about a block away from where I’d been seeing him, and that he’d escaped in early December and they’d thought he was gone. They had found him right where I told them, he was home safe and they’d be taking him to the vet later that day.

And guys, I almost cried. They were so happy to have him home, they knew he was terrified of strangers and knew it must have taken a long time for me to get close to him, and.

And just


He got to go home guys

He got to go home and literally nothing is more satisfying than knowing that he’s safe and warm and well loved again.

Headcanon Vernon Boyd really loves popsicles. His favourite are apple flavoured and whenever he sees some he gets ridiculously excited and has to buy them. (Erica finds the whole thing extremely adorable, when she isn’t busy making innuendos.)

dylanlovesthemets  asked:

ok but can you imagine Stiles and Derek are dating and then one day stiles is walking home and sees these really nice flowers in a store window so he stops in and buys the flowers and when he gets home he gives them to Derek and Derek's like ????? because before stiles, no one ever did small little things like this for him no one thought Derek was ever worth something like a bouquet of flowers this just goes with the whole Derek hale deserving nice things idea

*clutches heart* Derek Hale getting nice things is what I live and breathe for and oh my god, Surina, this is so cute

But okay, can you imagine Derek’s face when he sees Stiles come home with a really nice and pretty bouquet? Maybe he thinks someone gave them to Stiles and suddenly he’s full of jealousy, because why else would Stiles come home with such a nice bouquet?

And then, ignoring Derek’s frown, Stiles hands him the bouquet, kisses his cheek and says “These are for you,” which only confuses Derek even more. And maybe Derek panics a little bit because now he thinks he’s forgotten something, maybe an anniversary or something else important

But he hasn’t and Stiles tells him that, tells him that he saw them and wanted to give Derek something nice. Because he loves him and he wants to give him all the nice things he can for the rest of their lives

Derek is stunned and he just stands there and stares at the bouquet of gorgeous flowers in his hands. He can’t believe someone would actually do something like this for him for no other reason than “I saw them and thought of you.” He can’t believe that he has someone in his life who loves him enough to think him worthy enough of giving flowers to. He can’t believe his luck for having Stiles treat him with so much love and kindness, because no one else has. Not before Stiles

Maybe Derek tears up a little bit as he carefully puts the bouquet down, but you just know the hug he gives Stiles is so tight, that Stiles can’t breathe for a second

And Derek puts the flowers in a vase somewhere you can’t miss them when you walk inside, and he takes good care of them, treasures them because they mean a lot to him. And he doesn’t throw them out until the petals are falling down onto the table, because he wants to hold onto them for as long as he can

(but of course Stiles gets him another bouquet like a week after their place has been flower free)

anonymous asked:

WHERE HE LIVES AND WHO HE LOVES!!!!

(I’m responding to this hours late because holy shit, processing time. A few hours ago, I was just making incoherent whale noises so I hope this is more coherent than that). 

It starts with him holding a tray of souffles. Oliver Queen, peeps, is holding souffles. Two souffles. Ready to come in and surprise Felicity with them, when he sees the visitors in his house.

The first thing that popped in my head after seeing this?

This scene from 1x15, on Oliver’s disastrous date with McKenna. Sneaky writers. Very sneaky. Anyways, what I found really interesting was how they began the promo this year. The 20 second promo last year?  

Exactly how 3x01 began too. But this season, it is evident from the 30 second promo itself that things have changed. The contrast is deliberate and stark. Oliver Queen- master archer;

Expert gunman,

Excellent combatant 

is cooking and carrying souffles for a tiny, blonde midget of a woman who tries to cook for him but can’t. How adorable is that!

But there is more. There are things that were shown in the trailer that become cemented in split seconds of scenes (god bless gifs) from this small promo, things that need to be talked about.  

The second thing, after the souffles, that I noticed was very, very interesting. 

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One of my favourite things about Peggy and Angie’s dynamic, is the reoccurring elements and themes of safety, familiarity and home.

Within their first scene together, there’s this automatic (AUTOMATic, see what I did there) sense of familiarity between them. Angie is calling her ‘English’ like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and Peggy doesn’t bat an eyelid. Then Angie is able to tell when something is wrong with Peggy simply by her actions alone and just slides into her booth to comfort her even though she’s at work. Add this on top of the ‘doesn’t matter when you got legs like yours’ comment, and their first scene alone just shines with comfortable familiarity.

Peggy always finds herself coming back to Angie through the season. Someone who she can talk to in order to escape her hectic and sexist filled life, allowing herself to feel relaxed and without care of judgement. Hell, she even uses the automat as the meeting place for her and Jarvis, where the talk about things that shouldn’t really be talked about in such a public place tbh, probably because the place feels familiar - Angie feels familiar.

Peggy feels comfortable enough to drink schnapps with Angie, to talk about horrible coworkers, and to just talk and relax in general. Angie slowly becomes her home throughout the season, and that’s only further insinuated within the finale, where Peggy herself invites Angie to live with her.

Angie didn’t need to move homes. She didn’t really have to leave the griffith. But Peggy 'I’m afraid I wouldn’t make a good neighbour’ Carter, decides to invite Angie anyway. She’s come to love their talks and their special bond, and home isn’t really home without Angie Martinelli anymore.

Home wasn’t the automat, it was Angie Martinelli.
Home wasn’t the Griffith, it was Angie Martinelli.
Home wasn’t Howard’s mansion, it was Angie Martinelli.

Just like how Los Angeles won’t be her new home, because her home isn’t four walls, it’s a person. Angie Martinelli. That perfect cinnamon roll who has been with her and supported her since the day they met.

I just can’t stop thinking about that moment in This Is Us when Louis said (referring to us) “It’s just a teamwork between us and them”. Nothing can describe our relationship with them better than this sentence. We have each other’s back, we know them and they know us and we work and we fight together. And if their team doesn’t do a good job we organise these kinds of projects to promote their music, and if they see that we’re suffering because of the stunts and we’re getting confused they come up with the weirdest plans to communicate with us. 

I’m so grateful to have them, I really am. 

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When you look into my eyes
And you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
It always comes as a surprise
When I feel my withered roots begin to grow
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That’s all right, my love, ‘cause you’re my home

When you touch my weary head
And you tell me everything will be all right
You say, “Use my body for your bed
And my love will keep you warm throughout the night”
Well I’ll never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone
Whenever we’re together, that’s my home


Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
That’s all right, my love, 'cause you’re my home

If I travel all my life
And I never get to stop and settle down
Long as I have you by my side
There’s a roof above and good walls all around
You’re my castle, you’re my cabin and my instant pleasure dome
I need you in my house 'cause you’re my home.
You’re my home.  


Perfect song choice marcguggenheim

A few weeks ago I mentioned to my Mom that I don’t remember having girly parties growing up. I had plenty of Disney themed parties but I never really liked pink when I was little, so I had parties themed to Pocahontas, The Lion King, and 101 Dalmatians. Not complaining! I loved my parties growing up and totally wouldn’t change them! When I got home from my birthday Disneyland trip with my boyfriend last night, I walked into my apartment to see that my Mom snuck in while I was away and decorated my house. She knew I was having friends over last night and wanted me to have the pink Minnie Mouse party that I had mentioned. How sweet is she???? Look how cute it is. Ignore my clutter. We have a lot of things and not a lot of space.