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shaladin safe space

please reblog this if you’re pro-shaladin, or at least are not anti-shaladin. i need to know that there are more of us out there, shipping and multishipping and seeing shiro happy with his paladins. also i want more shaladin-positive blogs to follow.

this blog is a shaladin safe space.

I genuinely hope that henrik knows how extremely talented he is, how much we love him, and how much we appreciate what he brought to the role of Even, and to skam in general. I love how much of a team the skam cast and crew are, and how they work together to create something so wonderful and relatable. this season wouldn’t have been the same without henrik and I’m really glad he went out for the audition that day.

Can we please talk about how surprised Mon-El seemed that just being there and holding Kara was enough?

I felt like when he was talking with Winn and he said “what’s left for me?” what he meant was “what’s left for me to do for her?” as in she’s Supergirl - what could she need from him? I think he was kind of afraid to ask and have her realize that she didn’t actually need him for anything.

I think he realized in their last scene that being there, supporting her in the simplest ways, was enough for her and it kinda blew him away. I think he was struggling to see what he could give to someone so incredible and strong and I think those little expressions - the smiles and the soft looks on his face - were showing us that he understands that yes she’s amazing beyond words but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want someone to be there for her at the end of a terrible day. 

He asked what she needed from him and he probably wasn’t prepared to hear that just being there was enough. From what we know about his past there probably hasn’t been a time in his life when just being Mon-El was enough for someone. Especially someone he cared about and that he wanted to comfort and support. He is so new to all of this and I can’t imagine what it meant to him for her to tell him that all she wanted from him… was him.

can we all stop vilifying social media? yes, i’m a millennial, and yes, i’m on social media a lot. i like talking to my sister, five thousand miles away, on facebook, and i’ve got about 300 dog videos saved that i tag my friends in so they can smile. yes, i take selfies, and yes, i love posting them on tumblr and instagram because i love myself and i find no shame in sharing that. yes, i’m on twitter a lot, because i like seeing that people around the world think and say and feel. not only their 4am toilet thoughts, but that of the world around them. i like social media because it connects me and it’s closely related to my job industry.

and guess what? even if i didn’t have a reason for being on social media a lot, even if i just liked it for the sake of liking it, why the hell does that give anyone the right to say that i’m dumb or uncivilized or immature?

Inktober- Day 1

BEHOLD! A Goth that wears white clothing! 

… that’s all.


Sooooo I am really bad at these daily drawing challenges, buuut I will try Inktober one more time. 

And I will fail badly. :D

I decided to do the Goth Inktober challenge (found here) (by the way the blog is super cute so you should follow them if you want) because I just like drawing this little dude. 

I’m probably going to post days late, and also after October is over (since I also have to worry about school and art overload tends to give me art block for some reason) so yeah. Just chill and look at everybody else’s waaaaayyyyyy better Inktober challenges by artists that can actually consistently post art unlike me while I’m dying from Scientific Notation math homework.

Just wanted to get that off my chest cause I always feel guilty when I don’t post these on the right days.

Alright I’m gonna stop blabbering on and on and on and on and on and on and on….

… k bye.


the little dork up there belongs to @nekophy

goth inktober challenge by @daily-goth

anonymous asked:

Waiiiit! You've only ever had one pick up line used on you?! Dramatic gasp. Do your legs hurt? Because you've been running through my head all day! What time do you gotta beback in heaven? Would you grab my arm so I can tell my friends I was touched by an angel. What are you doing for the rest of your life? Because I want to spend it with you! Was that an earth quake or did you just rock my world? There's something wrong with my cell phone. It doesn't have your number on it.

STOP OH MY GOSH WHO ARE YOU????????????????????

There needs to be like a “daily johnlock reminder” blog that just posts one short thing a day to remind you of everything that means sherlock is gay and johnlock is real like:
- the belstaff had a fur collar ala oscar wilde
- sherlock made vitruivan john
- jeanette dresses just like sherlock & said john was a great bf for him
- sherlock knows gay underwear trends but not the solar system
- sherlock restarted his heart for john
- john describes being with sherlock is ‘like a drug’

Perks of Dating a Necromancer

(because I had this conversation with my friend and I feel like I should post this here)

1. Skeleton War will be an actual thing.

2. Your pet is dead? Not for long!

3. Receiving creepily adorable Valentine’s Day presents (eg. “Human blood is red, but some of their veins are blue. Last year I gave you my heart, so this year I’ll give you two.”)

4. Death puns.

5. You’ll be totally safe during a zombie apocalypse thanks to “Control Undead”

6. You’re dating someone who is totally capable of creating an invincible army of undead. I mean, come on.

7. UNDEAD DRAGONS.

8. They’re great if you need to hide a body.

9. Skeleton puns.

10. They’re massive help if you’re struggling with biology..

11. They can fix that poor little dead bird you found yesterday at the park.

12. “‘Till death do us part” no longer applies.

13. Neither does ‘YOLO’

14. They usually dress in black, so if you like that too, you can steal their clothes if you want. (oversized hoodies that smell a little like death, but only a little ftw)

15. They can make a few skeletons/zombies do a wide variety of silly dances to cheer you up.

16. Halloween.

17. They may tell you what happens after death.

18. Hearing them do an impression of Frankenstein when raising the dead. (”IT’S ALIIIIIIIIIIIVE”)

19. You know the skeleton rave from the music video of “Hey Girls, Hey Boys” by Chemical Brothers? Yeah.

20. Watching horror movies together and hearing them complain about how such-and-such is a wrong way to raise the dead, and anyway that’s not how the human skeleton works etc. etc.

21. “Are you a graveyard? Because I’m dead inside and want to bury myself in you.”

22. The whole ‘skulls, bones and old books’ aesthetic

23. Want to meet J.R.R Tolkien? Terry Pratchett? Christopher Lee? No problem!

24. The same as above, but with family members.

25. Hearing random facts about the human body/bones/life/death etc. everyday.

26. They can probably bring back extinct animals as long as they have the skeletons (I think)

27. “Jurassic Park: Skeleton Edition”. Only the dinosaurs aren’t trying to kill you.

28. Quiet walks through the graveyards.

29. Throwing a mini zombie apocalypse on Halloween and/or April Fools.

30. Since they stay among the dead for so long, they usually appreciate any living creature staying close to them. (ie. extremely adorable cuddling sessions. Necromancers make the best cuddlers, shut up.)

al would never talk to ed that way

there’s this trend in fma fic, and it drives me up the wall, and it’s in lots and lots of otherwise really good fic.

and it’s where al … is kinda a dick to ed? like he talks down to ed and says these witty and sarcastic one liners while ed flails and acts like a dumb older brother while al is all wise and oh poor ed, so ruled by his emotions? and its always surrounded by ‘the brothers love and protect each other always!!!’ and yes true of course.

but. al would never do this? like it wouldnt be one sided? they’re brothers, they fight and argue of course, and snipe at each other. but edward carries both their guilt, would sacrifice anything and everything for al. also, edward is not an idiot? which is another separate issue i have with a lot of fma fanfic. like ed doesn’t always get along with people but he almost always understands them.

and i feel like this cool holier than thou alphonse that people write is like, fun and all. but it’s not accurate. al is a kid and ed is a kid and they love each other more than anything. and when alphonse belittles ed in fic and it’s treated like normal and okay and no big deal because ed’s not upset by it, and hey ed needs to hear it because he’s a dumb alchemy freak who only understands fighting and science, it makes me want to pull my hair out.

it was ed that figured out izumi’s instruction, ed that first knew roy wanted to be fuher, ed that connected with rose. he’s not an idiot. and if alphonse ever heard someone talking to his brother the way some people have him to talk to ed in fic he would beat them up.

alphonse loves and respects his brother more than anything in the world. and ye sure, he’ll absolutely call edward out when he’s being irrational and an idiot but that certainly isn’t nearly as often as people seemed to think.

tldr: al would never casually belittle ed in everyday conversation and it’s the most ooc trope in existence. al is just as devoted to ed as ed is to him and dont any of you forget it.

Breathe

Request: Hello! I simply adore your imagines. Could you do a NewtxReader where the reader has severe anxiety but Newt doesn’t know until he finds her in the middle of a panic attack. And he calms her down and loads of fluffy moments. (Ps. I love your angst imagines. They make my heart ache, which apparently I like. Who knew?)

Word Count: 1,325

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by @aceandawkward but also tagging @red-roses-and-stories @dont-give-a-bother @caseoffics @myrtus-amongst-the-stars @ly–canthrope @thosefantasticbeast2 @benniesgalaxy @whatinbenaddiction


The world works in facts, standards. X + Y = Z. Multiply 5 by itself and you’ll earn 25, no matter the circumstances. Throw something solid in the air and it will come back down regardless of its weight.

It’s comforting, this certainty, to know that if X happens, Y will follow without fault.

You wish as you sink to your knees that humans worked the same way. That every situation resulted in only one outcome, one feeling. You know it’s impossible – emotions are messy – yet as you land on the cool tile of the bathroom floor, your last coherent thought is about how nice it would have been to know that watching seven strangers and three friends walk in that door would be the terror’s invitation, that only minutes later some unseen antagonist would waltz on up from its nest in your gut and take over everything.

You lie down, the cool tiles a welcome break from the sweat beading up on your face, ordering yourself to breathe.

Breathe.

Breathe.

Merlin’s sake, just breathe.

A knock at the locked door interrupts you. “Love, did you want me to put the chicken in the oven now or in a few minutes?”

Newt.

You suck in air and muster the last of your strength. “Now.” A lie. It’s not supposed to cook for ten more minutes, but saying that takes far more breath than you can draw in.

“At 425?”

You drop your head onto the ground, gulping in breaths as the world spins around you, a whirling mess. “Yes.” The word’s quiet, little more than a whisper, as you shut your eyes.

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This set is dedicated to all my followers who are going through hard times right now. Never let anyone to tell you how to life your life, you have the power in you to make anything you wish possible, so if something makes you happy, go for it! 

Come Back to Me (Part Eight)

Fandom: Marvel
Ship: Peter Parker x Reader
Requested: Yes
Genre: Neutral
Warnings: None??

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Nine Part Ten

Originally posted by tomhollanderr

You were much more aware of your surroundings now than you had been before. You checked every ally while walking, you kept your earbuds in your pocket as you rode the bus, and you hadn’t taken any more late-night trips anywhere. 

And whenever you went out, you made sure to call Peter as you walked to your destination and back. He stayed on the phone with you, distracting you to keep you out of your worries but not too much so that you could still stay aware of your surroundings. It comforted you, and it stayed true to his words.

“I’ll protect you.”

You smiled whenever you remembered it, and the look on his face as he said so. And maybe you were getting too caught up in that other world where Peter was in love with you, but you could handle it. It was nice to imagine.

But still, it became harder and harder to pull yourself out of it each day. When you saw Peter in the hallways, walking towards you with a smile, you forced yourself to remember he wouldn’t be wrapping his hand around your waist and kissing you on the cheek. He wouldn’t hold your hand as you walked to your classes together, and he wouldn’t walk you home while holding you close to him to protect you from any hidden villains.

“Hey, (Y/N),” you heard Peter’s voice from next to you. You turned, looking at him with a smile to see him smiling at you back.

You’re not together. You’re not together. You’re not together.

“Hey, Pete. Ready for lunch?” You asked, shutting your locker and beginning to walk. He followed next to you.

“Yeah,” he said, and you noticed him look down at his feet nervously. “So, uh-”

“(Y/N)!” A voice yelled from in front of you guys and you looked from Peter to see Ned frantically walking towards you.

“Hey, Ned,” you said, a confused tilt to your head. “What’s up?”

“I need to talk to you, now,” he said, looking between you and Peter. You looked to your side to see Peter’s eyebrows furrowed. He was biting his lip, and he too was looking between you and Ned.

“Okay,” you said slowly, and now you were looking between the two. “I’ll meet you at the lunch table, Peter. Don’t wait up.”

His head snapped to you, a slightly betrayed expression on his face and you weren’t sure what it was doing there. “Yeah, okay,” he said, before walking past you and Ned quickly. You stared after him as he rushed through the many people in the hallway, not looking back at you or Ned.

“What do you want, Ned,” you looked back at him, slightly annoyed that he interrupted your time with Peter. 

“I need to talk to you,” he said, grabbing your arm and dragging you into a nearby supply closet. 

“Yeah, you mentioned,” you grumbled as he closed the door with a slam.

“You need to tell Peter you like him,” he said when he turned around, and your jaw dropped.

“What? No!”

“You need to,” Ned practically begged, putting his hands on your shoulders and shaking you lightly. “Please.”

“Why do you want me to so badly?” You asked curiously, pushing his arms away from you. You wouldn’t do it even if he gave you a reason, but it didn’t make sense for Ned to be so invested in this.

“I need him to stop talking about you. It’s driving me ins- oh no.”

When your eyes widened after he spoke the words, so did Ned’s as he realized what he had revealed. “He talks about me?” You said, voice high and airy.

He talked about you? What did he say?

Ned stayed silent, and this time it was your turn to grab his shoulders. “Ned, what does he say about me?”

“He, I, uh,” Ned stumbled over his words, and you weren’t sure whether it was because he didn’t want to reveal his friend’s secrets or because of the barely-any space between you two. “I, can’t, really, say?”

You groaned loudly and let your hands fall to rest on your hips as you glared at him. You were about to speak when he began again.

“But if I’m telling you to ask him out, then,” he paused for dramatic effect, moving backwards towards the door. “Do with that information what you will,” he finished and then opened the supply closet door, moving into the hallway.

You stood there by yourself for a few seconds, thinking about his words, about what they could mean. And you knew what they were implying, you knew, but you didn’t want to get stuck in that world again. You might never come out of it if you did.

“Wait, Ned,” you said, following him out into the hallway. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged at it for him to turn around. “Are you saying Peter likes me?”

And you wouldn’t get your hopes up, you didn’t want to, but when Ned turned around and said, “You know I can’t tell you the answer to that,” you felt them slowly built up on their own. 

You turned around and closed the closet door, taking a moment to close your eyes and breathe deeply when Ned couldn’t see your face. You turned back around and said, “Come on, let’s get to lunch.”

He nodded in response and the two of you walked side by side to the cafeteria silently, you being trapped in your own thoughts.

You had dreamt about it for what seemed like so long, for Peter to want you back, and you had been stuck in that imaginary world where he did so often recently, but now. Now that world could actually be the one you were living in.

Maybe you would ask him out, you thought. You hoped you would soon gain the guts to do so.

As you felt yourself grow excited to see Peter in just a few minutes at lunch, you were unaware of his presence a few yards behind you and Ned, watching you guys exit the closet together and walk down the hall together with angry eyes.

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I’ve had such a block on this part because I know where I want to go with this story but this part got me stuck. But I hope you guys like it!! Let me know what you think. Only two parts left after this one, guys! Requests are open :)

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