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a tiny clip of boy in luv acoustic ver. with jin playing guitar at the fukuoka fanmeeting 😍😍😍

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I finished the set of V emoji’s I wanted to do!!! The one of V crying is just because I like to see my favs in pain.

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Reading Killing Stalking has really opened my eyes to how toxic tumblr can be when it comes down political correctness. Like last year I took it upon myself to watch Sausage Party. Not because I was an anti or anything but because I just wanted to see if everything people were talking about was true. Up until that point I would listen to tumblr to see if a movie or show was to politically incorrect (or vise versa) and I would never come to my own conclusion. Unfollowing and blocking people If they didn’t agree with me.

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soapscumbutt  asked:

Here's some tea: you're just jealous that no real African King wants you in His bedchamber and that's why you're so Bothered. If you'd just open your mind, Third Eye, and legs (but only for your king) you'd finally be satisfied!!

i really hope this hurt you to type as much as it hurt me to read because i have never felt so offended that i had to see these words in that particular order with my own two eyes how dare you

-mod r

EDIT: This was a joke ask.

Okay Sombra, Reaper, and Widow bonding before the mission is my favorite thing because I always imagine them doing their makeup in a tiny bathroom that they all have to share. 

  • Sombra: “Widow, I’m borrowing your eyeliner”
  • Widow: “Why? Don’t you have your own?” 
  • Sombra: “Cant find mine.” 
  • Widow: “Fine, just don’t use too much.” 
  • Reaper: “My winged eyeliner looks fierce. Should I do black under my eyes too?” 
  • Sombra and Widow stare at him for a moment. 
  • Sombra: “Will it really matter? No one is going to see under your mask anyway.” 
  • Reaper: “Yeah but having eyeliner in my waterline always gives me a better chance of hitting my target.” 
  • Widow: “That doesn’t make any sense-”
  • Reaper: “Your lack of mascara doesn’t make any sense. Shut up, Frenchy. I do what I want.” 
  • Sombra: “How do you even know what a waterline is?” 
  • Reaper: “I watch makeup tutorials too, you know.” 
  • *There is a pause as they all focus on their makeup.*
  • Sombra: “Son of a bitch.” 
  • Widow: “What?” 
  • Sombra: “I’ve been doing mascara since I was a newborn and I still get it everywhere.” 
  • Reaper: “Just put on mascara and don’t blink until it’s dry. Or you could get one of those shadow shield thingies.” 
  • Sombra: “God I hate those things though. They’re so flimsy and stupid. Does anyone have any makeup remover that won’t take off my eyeshadow?” 
  • Widow: “Just use coconut oil on a Q-tip. It’s what I always do.” 
  • Reaper: “Speaking of makeup remover, don’t you want to take off that lipstick, Widow? It’s going to get everywhere.” 
  • Widow: “How so?” 
  • Reaper: “Let me rephrase: it’s going to get everywhere when you make out with your girlfriend.” 
  • Widow: “True, but that’s kinda sexy, isn’t it?” 
  • Sombra: “Don’t ask me.” 
  • Reaper: “Whatever. If you want to get lipstick everywhere, that’s not my problem.” 
  • Sombra: “Guys, the mission starts in five minutes.” 
  • Reaper: “Oh, good. That’ll give me plenty of time to blend out my eyeshadow.” 

*ART CHALLENGE!!!*

Ok, first off: Sorry for not posting much art lately
(for anyone who’s actually following me or interested). 

I’ve been pretty wrapped up in college finals, as well as make up work I need to do for two of my art classes, so… yeah.

Though I still have a lot of work to finish, I recently stumbled upon this old silhouette lineup i had on my computer.

And by old, I mean REALLY OLD! I made this thing like two years ago.

 Any who: I made this thing a long time ago in order to practice designing characters from silhouettes, but never really got around to it. 

Now that I’ve found this, I was thinking “why not share this with the internet peoples”? 

Rather than flesh these silhouettes myself, I want to see what you guys come up with.  (that and I’m to busy/ lazy)

Just pick one or more that catch your eye and flesh them out in your own way.
Or rather, use the silhouettes as a launching pad for your own character creations. 

I’m interested to see what you do with my little “challenge” if you even want to call it that, so feel free to send me a message or reply with your results if you do decide to use this. 

If you’ve read this far, thank you. You’re awesome. I wish I could give you a cookie. 

The novel...

I’m very happy Kubo is making an illustration of Ichigo falling in love with Orihime. I’m glad because I am not really an fan of reading novels without any imagery. I want to see Ichigo and Orihime with my very own eyes along with the love dialogue. And to hear that Ichigo and Orihime will be illustrated in the novel makes me even more happy about the upcoming novel.

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The Librarians + My Favorite Dynamics: Ezekiel Jones & Cassandra Cillian


Ezekiel: “I’ll be your other senses. Shut your eyes and see the map inside your head. I’ll lead you through.“
Cassandra: “You really trust me to do that?“
Ezekiel: “I’m the thief that bails on everyone. I’m sure you’re the one trusting me.”

I never posted about this on Tumblr, but it’s been about four months since the incident occurred and I think I should talk about what happened. This event is the reason why I was on hiatus and then semi-hiatus for so long.

I am a huge fan of Johnny Depp, I don’t think I really have to state that. He has helped me through so much in my life. I’ve seen every one of his movies, bought posters, phone cases, t-shirts, etc. When my life felt like it was falling to pieces, his inspiration mopped me off the floor.

When the Hollywood Vampires went on tour, I was ecstatic. I wanted to see Johnny on stage so bad, be in the same room as him, witness his performance with my own eyes and remind myself that this is why I fight every day. I heard the band was performing at the Borgata in Atlantic City, NJ, and I knew I could make it. I spent $200 on reserved riser tickets, one for me and one for a guest as I am under 18 and needed a legal adult to join me so I could enter the concert.

However, Atlantic City is a long drive and my family is very poor. We have medical insurance through the state, food stamps to get by, and both of my parents are working three jobs. I wanted to take the pressure off of them. So I got a job at a local amusement park and worked every day that I could. If they called and needed a last-minute replacement, I was there. I saved all my money, and I was only making $6.55 an hour because I was under 16 at the time. I put it all aside.

When the time came, I paid for my own hotel room. I paid for my food, the gas to get there, the turnpike fees, everything. Including the price of the tickets, I spent about $600 on this trip out of my own pocket.

While on our way, the unthinkable happened. We were driving down the turnpike when suddenly, our tire fell off our car and we spun out of control. Luckily, my mother’s boyfriend kept us on the road and safe until we could pull over. Turnpike workers came to help and we waited about an hour for a tow truck to tow us off the turnpike. My sister and her boyfriend went to retrieve the tire, which fortunately had not hit any of the cars behind us.

I even documented the moment, thinking it would be a funny story to tell once we made it to the concert.

Finally a tow truck arrived and drove us about a mile off the turnpike. This cost us over $100 that I didn’t have, so my mother’s boyfriend had to pay for it. After that, we waited. My mom called her insurance company because she has a deal that if you ever break down on the way to a vacation or event or something, a tow truck will come to tow you to the nearest rest stop and you will get a free rental car to use until your own car is fixed. Well, it turns out, they couldn’t do that for us. They could only tow us to a Pepboys nearby.

So that’s what we did.

A man from the church behind those trees came to see what was going on and offered to drive us to the Pepboys because the tow driver could only have 2 passengers and we had 5 people, including myself. So my mom and her boyfriend went with the tow truck and my sister, her boyfriend, and myself went with this man. He was very sweet and didn’t charge us a dime. He told me to have faith that everything would work out because at this point, I was sobbing uncontrollably. At first, I had thought everything would be fine. But the concert start time was getting closer and closer and I still was 2 hours away.

Once at Pepboys, the workers informed us they didn’t have the tools we were looking for, and they didn’t have the time to work on the car themselves. So we rented out tools that we hoped would work. We tried different methods off the internet and my mother and her boyfriend worked tirelessly to fix the issue. For about 3 hours, they worked. And I cried and called the Borgata, trying to get an answer to my issue. They said doors would be open until 11pm although the concert started at 8pm, but as it says on their website, there would be no refunds or anything of the sort.

Well, 8pm came and went and we were still at Pepboys.

Eventually, we got the tire back on the car and drove the rest of the way to Atlantic City because we’d already spent money on the hotel rooms and we hoped that we could make it there for the concert, even if we were a bit late.

By the time we arrived in Atlantic City, it was 10:45pm and there was no point in going to see the last 15 minutes of a concert. So we drove to our hotel room and I cried myself to sleep that night.

This was my 16th birthday present. I paid for it all, but my mother drove me there and that was supposed to be my gift because my birthday was only 3 days after the event. I didn’t want a Sweet 16 party or a big expensive gift. I just wanted my mother to drive me out to Atlantic City so I could see the man whom I love so desperately. And I lost that chance.

Those of you should know that seeing Johnny Depp is a very limited opportunity. It doesn’t happen often. He’s notoriously private and incredibly famous, which makes it difficult to even be in the same room as the man. Especially when he lives on the opposite side of the country from you. I lost my only chance to see him. And there was nothing I could do.

As I sit here crying while I type this out, it hurts even more. I spent $600. I had my family and their boyfriends sit in a car for 12 hours. I wasted my Sweet 16 for nothing. And I’ll probably never have the opportunity to see Johnny Depp again.

That’s what happened on my trip to the Borgata. I’ve done everything I can. I’ve called the Borgata, I’ve written Facebook posts and tweets, I’ve sent fanmail to Johnny Depp, e-mailed the Hollywood Vampires, even e-mailed Ellen. I’ve tried everything to get one more chance, but nothing has worked. It’s been four months, and I am still just as torn up about it as I was that day.

So please, if you ever meet Johnny Depp or go to a concert or a premiere or anything of his. Know how lucky you are. And Johnny, if you ever read this, know how much I love you. Even if I never get to see you in person, know that I tried and that I will always be your biggest fan. I wouldn’t be here without you.

Thank you all for reading this. I just really needed to get it all out and tell the story. Thank you.

Confession

my pet peeve is when Frisk cosplayers take photos with their eyes closed. I personally headcanon Frisk to be Asian, hence why their eyes are slitted and their skintone yellow. Maybe it’s because I’m Asian but whenever I see Frisk cosplayers closing or squinting their eyes, I get kind of offended. I know it’s not anyone’s fault and their own personal portrayal of the character, but I can’t help but feel really uncomfortable when I see it. I don’t blame the cosplayers or anything. Just something I wanted to share. 

Does anyone feel the same? Sorry if I offended you.

anonymous asked:

Did they make gaston not an idiot? He is supposed to be Disney's first gay character and since he's the village idiot in the original, the gay community has been pissed that they decided to make the first gay disney character "the village idiot". But did they not do that? I just recently fully realized that i am gay, so im really hoping there was good representation, i just dont want to see bad representation at the moment with my own two eyes

Gaston isn’t so much dimwitted as he is psychotic in this one but he’s not the first gay character in Disney. Rather, it’s his longtime friend Le Fou who’s gay and I think it was tastefully done. Without spoiling too much, Le Fou being gay isn’t played up for jokes and I rather like how his character arc ended up in the film. This Le Fou is more sympathetic rather than a butt of jokes abd I think most people enjoyed him.

anonymous asked:

So ur still doing advice? How to care about someone? I feel so empty, none of my friends ever ask to hang out and I'm so detached from my emotions that I can't even bring myself to love my own mother,, I made her cry today and I didn't even bat an eye. I just want to feel different, feel anything at all really,,

I guess it is because you never felt an emotional attachment with someone before. Find some better friends or perhaps see a therapist. I hope you get better soon ^^

i think when people see me they are seeing something else.

either through me or in between me or anything besides the space i take up.

they tell me i am driven but do not realize in that same drive i am drowning. it washes over me, grains of sand etching  'you are not enough’ in supple skin.

i always feel a foot shorter than i really am. when i finally stand up straight and someone says, taken aback, ‘oh, i didnt know you were that tall’ i am tricked for a split second into thinking there is only one version of me.

boys whisper in my ear they never want to let me go. want to know me in five years. in ten years. want to see where i’ll go. think i can do everything.

i want to faint. i am doing nothing.

i’ve spent hours staring back at my own eyes. the ground is littered in sketches that resemble me but i don’t quite recognize. something tells me i exist but never why. never where. never with whom.

—  are bodies built of skin or sketches? 
Darkness

Daryl Dixon Imagine

I wanted to write something but I couldn’t really bring myself to write something happy so here’s this…dark and probably a little confusing but I really hope it’s at least somewhat ejoyable. :D


The group is captured by Negan. In a desperate attempt you try to rescue them by convincing Negan to take your life instead.

word count: 1224

approximated reading time: 6 minutes



“Where are you?”, I whispered into the dark, there was no light around and it was barely possible to see my own hand in front of my eyes.
“Just say something”, I hissed groping my way through the darkness. I was lost. Tears started to dwell up in my eyes and I had to bite my lip hard. This was not the right moment to cry and most certainly not the moment to collapse to the ground. I tried to fight down the panic that was slowly crawling up inside of me leaving a tickling sensation all over my body.
“Daryl, please”, I pleaded. The darkness was rigid, not even the faint idea of light could be seen. I had to find Daryl… or the exit… a flashlight… anything to get me out of this darkness.
Was that a noise behind me? The faint rustling of fabric sliding across the dusty ground? A walker? My heart started pounding faster, I could almost hear the blood rushing through my veins as I stood glued to the spot listening into the dark room. It was almost impossible to hear anything, as if the darkness was not only swallowing the light but also every idea of sound that would tell me where to go or where not to go for that matter. If there were walkers inside with me… I had better not run into them.
“Daryl, pleeease.” I couldn’t hold back my tears anymore. “I’m so scared”, I breathed. “Help me.” My hands were trembling as I started to move again. No matter how scared I was of moving I knew that doing nothing wouldn’t change anything either. I had to get out of here and I had to do it myself. Daryl wouldn’t come to my rescue, not this time. Maybe they got him. The thought struck me like lightening. What if they got him and I was alone? What if he was….dead!? It was almost unbearable to even think of it, but there was a possibility that I was now alone in this world. They had been right all along: there was no escaping Negan. I had told him, I had told Rick not to mess with him, I had told him that it was a stupid idea to hide in here, but he just wouldn’t listen. The terror on his face when he shoved us all inside. I swallowed hard. Why was I still here? It wouldn’t be fair if I lived, no, I wasn’t supposed to live.

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anonymous asked:

I will confess that I'm disappointed that you'd prefer to not show your face and sad that you think so lowly of your own appearance. That being said it's your choice and I will respect it, I just wanted my opinion heard on the matter. Ah, also, while we can't see your face you're still a wonderful person and have stunning eyes and gorgeous hair, friend!

Sephtis: “Really?! Th-thank you very much. That’s very kind of you, but unfortunately I’m always scared people will shame me for being ugly again. I never thought I’d hear those words from somebody besides my parents, thank you…”

((Looks like made Sephtis speechless, they don’t get many compliments. Who knows, maybe one day we’ll get to see the face Sephtis hides under the mask.))

a list of things that should be fanfic but are actually canon

-kagami and kuroko spend a lot of their free time together like thats confirmed
-kagami cooks for kuroko
-kuroko said kagamis food is delicious
-kagami motherfucking feeds kuroko like not only makes him food but actually FEEDS HIM
-kagami plays, walks and talks to Nigou and helped in searching for him when he was lost
-kuroko expressed the will to go to America and kagami was SO EXCITED AND WANTS THEM TO GO TOGETHER????
-kuroko won kagami a plush Tiger from the claw machine
-people comment how they are always together like?????
-matching phones matching cups????
-kagami really wanted to see kurokos middle school photo
-KAGAMI WANTED TO GIVE HIM MOUTH TO MOUTH JESUS
-kuroko gave kagami the popsickle winner stick

Probably a fuckton mord but i cant type rn bc of the tears in my eyes so feel free to add your own

yahiro and kuon are so good to me they’re genuinely one of my fave relationships in all of durarara and i spend hours every week just daydreaming about where their story will go and how well narita pitched them as shizuo & izaya #2 and then managed to make them into something completely different and new and engaging… gosh i just adore them and i think i’ll die if an anime adaptation of SH ever comes out. like yesterday i was thinking about what a drrr SH opening would like and i started tearing up at the thought of seeing those two meet and become friends and heal each other with my own eyes

yahiro and kuon are so good… 😢  i don’t flip out about them as much as i want to because most of my friends haven’t read SH so i can’t really share how i feel without being annoying or spoilery but god they are So Good and yahiro is genuinely one of the best characters i’ve ever had the pleasure of reading in my entire life. my sweet son, loyal and terrifying

Stranger at the library

I originally posted this on wattpad, thought I should post it on here too

Its Saturday. Im at the library enjoying the quite and all the books around me. Some people might think libraries are boring and too quite, but I think their an escape from the real world, its where I go to get away from school and my family. Dont get me wrong, I do have friends, but sometimes I just want to get away from it all and enjoy a good story.

Im just sitting at the table by myself reading divergent. The character tris really inspires me. She’s different but in a good way. She chose her own path. She got away from her old life and is starting a new one. I wish I could do that. Just get away from it all and be free…

Im at the part where tris is climbing the ferris wheel with four when out the corner of my eye I see a boy about 20 feet away looking at me. I turn towards him and he just slightly smiles and looks away. I cant help but look a little longer…hes just so attractive. He has brown hair and electric green eyes. I could just melt in them. His eyebrows…just…wow. But his clothes are a little weird. Something tells me he likes green.

He turns and looks at me again and our eyes meet. He raises an eyebrow and smirks, I smile slightly and then went back to my book. I can still feel his eyes on me and I start to become nervous, I just feel a bad vibe coming from him.

To get away from his gaze I get up and walk to a random section. Pretending to try and find a book so it wont look like im hiding, I realize im in the fantasy section. Theirs a lot of cool books to check out, I reach for one but then theirs a tap on my shoulder. I tense up and turn around. Its the same boy, I look into his eyes and I melt inside. He smiles and raises an eyebrow, im at loss for words.

“Hello, Love”

“Um, H-hi” I say in a nervous tone.

“So, find any good books?” he asks

“No…not really. Do you know any good ones?” I ask. He doesnt seem to creepy but theirs still something about him that doesnt seem right.

“Yeah, how about this one?” he says pulling out a book and handing it to me. I take it and see that its peter pan.

“I love the movie but i’ve never read the book. Thanks.” I say, now that I think about it he kinda looks like peter pan. Maybe hes some crazed fan or something.

“Yeah, its my favorite. Peter and I have a lot in common actually.” He says.

“Well I should be going, Thanks for the book.” I say turning to leave.

“You’re welcome love, I trust I’ll be seeing you again soon.” He calls out to me

I might see him again, but I dought it. I check out my books and leave the library. Afrer walking for a minute I feel someone grab my arm. I turn to see its the Peter Pan boy.

“Hey I didn’t catch your name.” hes says

“Oh, sorry, my names (y/n) whats yours?” I ask

“I’m Peter Pan, and you, my dear, are coming with me.” He says with a devilish grin on his face.

Hes Peter Pan…what? I dont believe this. This is crazy. Wait Im not going anywhere with him! Who does he think he is?

“Uh, excuse me, but im not going anywhere except home. now im not sure why you think your peter pan, but you better leave me alone or you’ll regret it.” I say in a irritated tone.

Suddenly he slams me into the side of a store and leans in next to my ear.

“You’ve got fire, I like fire.” he whispers

He backs away and says, “now, your coming with me.” he says and grabs my arm pulling me to him.

“where?” I ask

“Neverland of course.” He says with a smirk

“Why, this doesn’t make any sense.”

“because I like you, and I want to have some fun.” He says with a devilish grin.

This is getting really creepy. I try to get out of his hold but he tightens his grip and leans down to my ear.

“your not going anywhere love, your mine and im not letting you leave.” He says

Im about to scream when he puts his hand on my mouth.

“goodnight, love” Is the last thing I hear before everything becomes black.