i said fix it

skam-fest (balloon squad livestream): TRANSLATION

disclaimer: we dunno danish. huge shout out to @maksisskambackwards for norwegian-english translation for the boys and Håkon. (they didn’t want credit and I said hush) grammar fixes by me ;) 

Everybody introduces themselves. And Håkon says that they’re still producing and thats why everybody couldn’t be there. Håkon likes Eskilds character the best.

Mutasim: Hei hei. My name is Mutasim and I play Mutasim. And I don’t know what else to say. My favorite character is Chris - girl Chris. Good actress.

Cengiz: should I introduce myself? I’m Cengiz, its like Ghengis Khan. (pronunciation of his name) I’m 19. And turning 20 today. No yesterday. What else should I say. I’ve never done any acting before. So this is very new for me. But its very fun to be here and speak before you. My favourite actor is many actually. I think like Håkon over there that Eskild has been really good. Chris. Really all, many are good. And I also think Vilde. Of course I like all the characters. Sana is a really important character. I support all of them. All my colleagues are great.

Simo: Hi, I´m Simo and I´m Sana’s brother, Elias. My favourite actor, I wanna say first everyone is amazing. But if I have to choose one it would be Sana.

Yousef: My name is Yousef, and I play Mikael. My favourite character is maybe Even. An (unpredictable?) character.

Adam: Hi everybody, I’m Adam and i play Adam. I’m 18 and really an artist and suddenly I’m an actor. My favourite is Jonas or Marlon. I’ve known Marlon for many years. We used to skate together and are buds. And one day he was like, “Adam I’ll be in this new show on NRK,” and we were like,  “okay… Is that cool?” And it was really fun to watch how it turned out.

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zedsdead1001  asked:

'zero fucks given. Next please' for Eruri if you'd like! Xx

omg you chose the most Levi one lmfao let’s do this


Erwin arrived at the DMV, parking quickly, sloppily, slamming his door and striding inside. First he had to get a ticket and wait for who knew how long for his number to be called. He sat, tapping his foot on the ground, surrounded by other customers just as irritable as him. When “D87” was called, Erwin marched up to the counter.

“Excuse me,” he said, righteous indignation in his tone. “My driver’s license address is completely wrong, and I’d like a refund and a—“

“Zero fucks given,” the worker said testily.

“W-what?” Erwin balked.

The man behind the counter—short, black-haired, with an irascible scowl—sighed. “Next please,” he said.

“I need this fixed!” Erwin said. “Where is your manager?”

“I am the manager.”

“What did you just say, Levi?” another worker asked.

“Nothing, Nile,” this Levi said. He turned back to Erwin. “Okay, I’m not the manager. But I don’t give a fuck what you think. I’m quitting this shit.”

“Levi,” Nile said. “You can’t just—“

“Can it, Pubeface. I’m out of here. Fuck two weeks’ notice.”

Erwin stood there, frozen, as the man tore off his tie and stormed off.

“Well,” Erwin said to Nile. “Can you help me with this?”

 

Half an hour later, Erwin went back out to the parking lot. Satisfied. He was almost to his car when he saw him. Levi, leaning up against a grey sedan, right next to Erwin’s car.

“Shitty park job you did there,” Levi said.

“Yeah. I’d say I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’d ‘give a fuck.’”

Levi snorted. “Nah.”

“I guess I’m not the only one having a bad day?” Erwin asked.

Levi nodded, avoiding his eye. “Everyone at the DMV—the customers, the staff—everyone’s having a bad day. All of them, all the time.”

“So why are you still here?”

“I left my keys inside. I’m trying to find a less embarrassing time to go back in and get them.”

Erwin laughed for the first time that day. “Don’t wanna go slinking back to Pubeface?”

Levi cracked a smile. “Never.”

“Well, when you get your keys, would you maybe wanna…go somewhere?”

Levi looked at him with surprise. “Someplace besides here? With you? Sure.”

“Go get your keys. Then we can finally get out of here.”


Send me a 5 word prompt and a pairing. I’d be happy to write you something.

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ANYWAY, STEVE ROGERS IS ACTUALLY STILL ALIVE & WELL AND A TACTICAL GENIUS, AND THE PIECE OF THE PUZZLE RE: CACW THAT I WAS MISSING IS THAT MARVEL WAS ACTUALLY 100% BANKING ON CEVANS’ ACTING TO CONVINCE ME THAT THESE ASSHOLES CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER (also: don’t befriend me unless you want 1.5 billion text messages re: my sudden discovery that steve might actually give a shit abt tony)

- Ignis, can you… sense light?
- To a degree, yes.
- So when dawn breaks, you’ll know it.
- I should.
- Good to know.

No, I don’t want Dean to kiss Cas...

… as soon as he’s back from the Dead… like the second he’s back. No. That’s OOC and frankly a bit underwhelming and overrated to me tbh.

I want Dean to pull Cas into a hug, one of those tight hugs that may be a bit suffocating to someone just back from the dead. I want Dean to bury his face in the crook of Cas’s neck and just breathe, trying to comprehend that “Cas isn’t dead. Cas isn’t cold like a corpse. He’s warm. He’s Alive”

I want Cas to wrap his hands shakily around Dean, hugging him back, a bit unsure because he just came back from the dead dammit and Dean’s there hugging the life out of him (ironic I know) and after getting a grip of his surroundings, I want Cas to rub Dean’s back soothingly, just wordlessly reassuringly saying “Dean, it’s okay. I’m here. I’m alive

Dean pulls back not too far back, unsure of the amount of time he spent with his eyes closed, just breathing Cas in it was just a few minutes.  And if the trench coat was a little wet, no one mentions it.

“Cas…”

“Dean… I… what happened?”

“You… We came out of the Space Vagina and you followed us out. But then Lucifer was there, he had the Angel blade, and he- You were- Cas man why did you follow us in? You knew the plan. What the fuck were you thinking?!” It should sound angry, it had a right to, but it doesn’t come out that way. Dean didn’t mean it that way anyway. It comes out fearful… pleading…

Cas is explaining whatever ‘the fuck he was thinking’ but Dean stops listening half way through. He just looks at Cas, still not believing that Cas was alive. He’s breathing. He’s back. He didn’t leave me, isn’t gone forever. Dean tears up a little again at that thought.

Of course, Cas notices and stops talking and just tilts his head in that very Cas way of his, squinting.

“Dean…?”

“ ’s Nothing buddy, it’s just…” Dean looks down and trails off, not being able to say it. But, Cas understands. Of course he does, Cas always does.

He smiles. A small, sad smile.

“Good things do happen Dean.”

Dean looks up, giving a half sob, half chuckle. 

Now Dean surges forward and kisses Cas, overwhelmed by his feelings of Love for Cas. Besides, this was long overdue anyway. By 5 fucking years Dean…

The kiss isn’t urgent but slow, deep and intense. It’s full of fear that Cas might’ve been gone forever, relief that he’s back, happiness (giddiness??) that Cas knows just the right things to say that cheer Dean up even if it’s not by a lot it’s the thought that counts and a promise, a promise of more, a promise of later.

And finally, and most importantly, their first ever kiss is full of Love that Dean just couldn’t find the words to express, Dean didn’t want to find the words to express because even a thousand words aren’t enough to tell Cas how Dean feels about him, can’t begin to carry the depth of his love. Besides, actions speak louder than words.

“Yes. Yes they do Cas.”

AoEx Boys Helping Their S/O with Painful Cramps: 

(Requested by @thiscityneedsyounow! I hope these are okay! And I hope you feel better soon sweetie!! ) 

Rin Okumura! 

  • he’s at a loss
  • totally caught off guard
  • and a little scared ?
  • he knows that girls get cramps on their periods…but…he doesn’t KNOW
  • you’d have to walk him through it - but he’d do whatever you ask 
  • You want chocolate? Sure - he’ll go get it. 
  • A heating pad? Definitely. No problem. 
  • You want him to rub your back? No big deal. 
  • Need more pads/tampons or pain killers? Just tell him which ones to get and he’ll get it. 
  • (he’ll text you pics of the different ones at the store until he finally has the right one)
  • also he’s always down for cuddling so if you just need affection - he’s THERE 
  • he’ll wrap his tail around your waist and nuzzle against you and its so cute and warm and lovey dovey  

Yukio Okumura! 

  • he’s a 
  • DOCTOR
  • he KNOWS what to do 
  • he’s already got everything you need 
  • likes giving you little facts about this or that revolving around a period 
  • “Did you know that chocolate actually helps ease period cramps because-” 
  • “Yukio - stop. Please don’t talk about it.” 
  • “Well, okay Y/N. But there’s no reason to be ashamed or embarrassed of it - its totally normal and - “
  • “YUKIO”

Ryuji ‘Bon’ Suguro! 

  • oh geez
  • big gorilla lookin muthafucka buyin pads/tampons at the convenience store with THAT expression ^ 
  • he doesn’t honestly have a problem with it 
  • but he has to keep up appearances - you know?
  • constantly worries about you though 
  • if you’d let him he’d wrap his arms around you - his hand lightly holding the heating pad/hot water bottle in place against your abdomen 
  • presses soft kisses to your shoulder comfortingly 
  • stays quiet usually but if you just want to hear his voice he’d recite sutra 

Konekomaru Miwa!

  • bless his sweet little ol heart 
  • he’s not prepared in the slightest 
  • feels useless cause he doesn’t know how to help 
  • probably prays about it when your napping or whatever 
  • is willing to run around and do whatever you say so that he can be of use 
  • its sweet
  • he’s kinda like a puppy 

Shima Renzou! 

  • he ALREADY KNEW when this day would come
  • he’d noticed your habits in class and stuff before ya’ll had become a thing 
  • and could pinpoint approximately when you would start 
  • its kinda creepy Renzou 
  • but he always offered you a water bottle and he always knew when you wanted chocolates and he always kept a supply of pain relievers in his bag when he knew this day was approaching 
  • now that ya’ll are a thing - he’s still the same 
  • he’s still ready for it and he spoils you days in advance 
  • bringing you your fave flowers or a teddy bear and something chocolate 
  • when the cramps happen - it shocks him that they’re so bad 
  • but he stays chill and rubs your back and does whatever you need him to 

None of them ever say anything if there’s blood on sheets/blankets/clothes/towels. They just let it be. They might text their mothers (or girls they know, ex: Shura) and ask how to remove the stains - and if they can’t they might just throw out whatever it is and get a new one (unless its something important to either of you - in which case they just don’t speak about it and eventually they don’t even notice it anymore to be qh). 

A Simple Suggestion

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Originally posted by akumatisedmari

So I had a dream last night. A dream that Ladybug and Chat Noir moved out of their homes into a studio apartment together so they could be around each other and get to akuma attacks quickly and always be alert.

But they never detransformed. They were always suited up and just lived together like two best friends and kept the city safe.

@philosophy-and-coffee said it’d make a neat fic idea and had a few cute ideas to add on to it, so…naturally, I wrote it. 

A Simple Suggestion
Summary: Breaks from patrol often allow time for Ladybug and Chat Noir to talk and be themselves. But when a silly joke starts to seem all that…well, not silly, the two find themselves considering something neither of them had ever before: moving in together. 
The tricky part is still keeping their identities a secret.
Rated: G (might change to T later)
Pairing(s): Ladybug/Chat Noir

Chapter 1 - A joke
Word count: 1,464
Read on: ao3 

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It had started out as a joke.

Chat Noir had thrown the idea into the air one night when they’d taken a break from patrol. The city was quiet, the breeze that danced through the open sky was refreshing, and the laughter that had accompanied his voice had made Marinette smile all too wide.

“What if we moved in together?” he’d asked with a nervous twitch of his tail. “I’ve been preparing to move out for a while, but…I don’t know. Something about the thought of living alone makes me nervous.”

“You mean-” Marinette’s eyes widened. “Us? Move in together? Like, Ladybug and Chat Noir living together?”

“Yeah,” Chat laughed. “What if?”

At first, she’d given her partner nothing more than a chuckle and a dismissive pat on the shoulder, shaking her head at the simple notion. It had been such a funny thing for him to suggest that the giggles that rose from her throat had been all too hard to suppress. Even if she secretly didn’t despise the idea, she knew it would never work out.

“How would we even manage that?” she asked, swinging her legs over the ledge of the apartment complex they had paused upon and taking in a breath of the atmosphere. She could detect a small hint of food cooking somewhere, and in the distance music played, which added to the comforting ambiance of the city she adored so much. “We’d just walk around in our own home transformed, like it was a completely normal thing?”

Chat Noir offered a shrug, looking a tad sheepish. “Hah, yeah, I guess that does sound kind of stupid.”

A frown replaced Marinette’s smile, and she felt a small hint of guilt for her previous comment. “Well,” she said in an attempt to fix her blunder. “I don’t know about stupid…”

“It would probably be weird,” Chat continued, “and awkward at times…and it wouldn’t be easy…”

Marinette nodded.

“…but I dunno,” he sighed, shifting his gaze. “Part of me thinks we’d be able to make it work.”

Allowing the thought to process, Marinette tapped her finger along the aged paneling of the roof they sat atop, teeth nibbling on her bottom lip as she sought for a reply.

Would they be able to make it work?

After all, she’d been thinking about moving out of the bakery soon due to space, and she didn’t like the idea of living alone either…and Alya was already sharing an apartment Nino…

“Maybe,” Marinette said, a hint of humor in her voice. “But we’d be together all the time, and I can’t exactly picture myself cooking dinner wearing a skin-tight suit. Even if it would protect me from burns.”

Chat supplied a small snort of laughter at her statement. “I guess that’s a bonus. Would living together be so weird, though?”

Marinette opened her mouth to answer with a “yes, of course!”, but paused as she couldn’t exactly find an explanation why it would be so odd for them to live together under those circumstances. Sure, it’d feel a bit off to walk around an apartment with her suit on, but by now Marinette was used to wearing polka-dots for long hours. She felt more natural in her transformation than she ever had five years prior when she was fourteen, freshly new to the world of superheroes and saving the city, and for a brief second the thought that maybe Chat’s idea wasn’t such a stupid one passed her mind.

It would be a hell of a lot more convenient for the both of them. They wouldn’t have to worry about when the other would show up during akuma attacks, or struggle going through a battle alone while one of them was on their way.

(Or, on the rare occurrence that a certain Ladybug slept in late during a rather difficult akuma attack, Chat Noir wouldn’t have to suffer through another hour of holding a violet butterfly within his paws and panicking over what he should do with it.)

A small grin twitched at the corner of Marinette’s mouth before a second thought passed her mind, causing the hint of a smile to fall.

She knew Chat Noir was dying to get out of his house. Nineteen years old and still suffocating under the watchful eye of his parents (parent?), Chat often expressed his sorrows about his home life with a forlorn sigh. Though he never delved too deeply into personal details, Marinette could tell just by the carefully worded sentences that he was having a difficult time staying happy in the house he’d lived in since he was a baby.

And, although she couldn’t relate, Marinette did feel for her friend. There were often times where she had considered begging Tikki to let them reveal their identities to each other just so she could take Chat Noir to the bakery and gift him a place to live that he looked forward to coming home to.

(Too many nights had she found Chat patrolling the city when there hadn’t been a scheduled patrol, after all.)

And now the words were on the tip of her tongue; the confirmation she knew her partner was secretly hoping for notwithstanding the fact that he was writing it off as a joke.

A joke that tugged at his lips in a sort of dejected smile that did not—would not—reach his eyes.

“I wonder how that would work,” Marinette whispered, eyes falling to the city streets below, where cars trailed lazily down the two-way street in a pale river of yellow lights. “Maybe we could make it work.”

One of Chat’s velvet ears twitched against his shaggy blond hair, and his eyes met hers for a fleeting moment. Even in the second of shared eye contact Marinette could see the tiny spark of hope that glowed within them, and she couldn’t stop the smile that began to spread across her face.

Maybe they could move in together. Sure, she’d have to talk to Tikki about it first, and they’d have to find an inconspicuous apartment in the middle of the city together, and it would wouldn’t be easy…

But…

But…no. That was just silly.

A silly, silly idea. It wouldn’t work out. How would they keep their identities secret? How would they be able to live life as normal civilians and go about their daily duties—work, university, grocery shopping—without revealing themselves?

You’ll never know until you try, a little voice peeped in the back of Marinette’s mind. What could be so bad about it?

What could be so bad? Well, they could accidentally come home destransformed, or sleepwalk in their pajamas, or both walk up to the front door at the same time without their suits on, or, or-

Or…what?

All of those situations could easily be avoided. They could set rules. Marinette could make masks so they wouldn’t have to be transformed all of the time, or they could turn out the lights every now and then. Or maybe they could set certain days where they would stay transformed so they could hang out.

Huh…the whole idea was beginning to seem a lot simpler than it had been three minutes ago.

Yeah, Marinette replied to the earlier thought, what could be so bad?

She knew of plenty of things that could be bad, as her anxiety had ways of creating the most outlandish situations. For now, however, she ignored them.

Looking over to Chat Noir, Marinette smiled, giving his back (which was slumped over in a sad sort of way) a gentle pat. He responded by sitting up straight, a question on his lips and hope in his gaze, ears perked up in interest. They stared at each other for a breath or two before Marinette exploded into a fit of laughter, her stomach clenching with the force of of her chortle.

Chat flinched at first, obviously surprised by her sudden outburst, but a second later he joined her in the ocean of giggles that had flooded between them. His smile was so wide that Marinette could see the white glint of his teeth and lovely crinkles around his eyes, as well as the shake of his shoulders and a single tear—whether it be from laughter or relief—that slid down his cheek.

And that was how Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ladybug, nineteen-year-old baker’s daughter found herself transformed and heaving box after box into a two-bedroom apartment smack dab in the middle of Paris a month later with a black cat trailing just a step behind her, placing a few of his own boxes on the wide, empty wooden floor.

It had been a crazy, crazy idea.

But sometimes, Marinette knew, the craziest of ideas were the best of all.

rain0fashes  asked:

What do you think the most visually beautiful scene or episode is?

oohhh, good question!

In terms of the most consistent visually stunning episode, I believe it’s Futamono. 

It begins with Hannibal’s music, something that runs throughout the whole episode, it’s one of the first times we get to see his composition, where as previously we’ve seen him dance to someone elses tune as it were, here he’s singing his own song. Not only is the music beautiful but it sets the tone for the whole episode as we descend further into Hannibal’s world than we’ve ever been before (and Mads looks wonderful doing so.)

We move into a wonderfully visceral scene with Hannibal and Alana cooking, with Alana so unsure about where she stands with Will, as she skewers pieces of heart and tomato (which Hannibal has previously woven into roses for her) and they discuss what happened to Hannibal in Mukozuke. After the recent loss of Jonathan Demme, I think it’s also important to talk of this shot with Caroline Dhavernas, which is so similar to some of the shots of Jodie Foster, which helps to ensure empathy with the character, as opposed to just viewing the women of horrors and thrillers as objects, which is so typical of the genre.

Then you have one of the most elaborate kills in the series, which I believe was done for the most beautiful reason, because the victim destroyed the habitat of songbirds to create a completely empty car park.

I always adore the autumnal scenes in Hannibal, for this reason Potage is a highlight, the scene with Larissa, Abigail and Nick for example is lovely in colour. In Futamono you get one of these such scenes. I love autumn, so this is a super personal thing, but it certainly adds colour and texture to an episode.

Over the course of Futamono we see Hannibal preparing for a dinner party, this whole process is as beautiful as usual, but the scale is insane. It’s gourmet in the most incredible sense, and the idea that this sort of food is being made for a TV SHOW?! It’s incredible, and I don’t know whether it’s ever more apparent than it is in Futamono.

Then, as if they feel they didn’t already achieve enough during this episode they create three new stunning rooms in Hannibal’s house. Previous to this, we’ve only really seen the kitchen and dining room (and a bit of hallway) in this episode we get to see a drawing room, or entertaining space, a foyer and the bedroom *winky face* and all of these rooms are insane, stunning and so totally Hannibal Lecter.

And then even Gideon’s kidnap, with those beautiful almost gossamer and heavenly curtains, (and Mads in scrubs, did I mention Mads?)

and then if you thought that that enormous dinner party wasn’t enough cooking, you get that wonderful scene with the sculpting and the autocannibalism. I also love that they have to smash their way into their food, I think the open violence of that mirrors the hidden violence of Hannibal removing Gideon’s leg well. And all of this mirrors the amputation of Miriam’s arm which becomes important at the end of the episode.

The episode ends as it begins, with Hannibal’s melody, this has been an episode where Hannibal has come back out into the open after re-assessing the situation post framing Will, and the torment of Mukozuke (having to kill Beverly and nearly being killed by Matthew) the Chesapeake Ripper has returned and is ready to play.

Sorry for the long post, but there’s lots of elements which are beautiful visually, narratively, metaphorically and cinematically. I think Futamono is a journey through many elements of Hannibal’s life, and Hannibal’s life is one of aesthetic excellence and that is why the episode does so well aesthetically!

Jackson: I love black culture & they are a lovely peoples thnak u love you lemme just
-puts on dreads-

Black people: hey can you please not do that…it’s offensive

Jackson: lmao fuck black people I did nothing wrong and everyone who call me out is hatter!!! 😩🤧🤧🤧💪

some of the things i've been told since coming out as asexual in 2015

-“you’re too pretty to be asexual”
-“you just haven’t met the right guy yet”
-“you’ll change your mind once you’re in a relationship”
-“if you ever get in a ‘relationship’ your partner will just cheat on you so he can have sex”
-“is there something wrong with you?”
-“it’s just a hormonal thing. doctors can help you fix that”
-“so… you’re gay?”
-“here’s the name of my doctor you should see him about your homone levels”
-“that’s not a real thing”
-“there must be something wrong with you”
-“you’re probably gay but too scared to tell anyone”
-“i can fix that ;)”
-“i called my pastor and he said he’s going to put you on the prayer chain”
-“the bible doesn’t necessarily say that asexuality is wrong, but it’s wrong because it’s an identity thing. you should just identify as a child of God, regardless of whether or not you actually get these feelings”
-“you’re basically just straight”
-“so you’re just gonna be alone forever?”
-“so you’ve never loved anyone?”
-“ohmygosh is this because of your past trauma?!”
-“i’m so sorry, this must be because of all you’ve been through”
-“you don’t look asexual”
-“so you probably masturbate a lot then…”
-“asexuals aren’t part of the lgbtqia community… the A stands for 'ally’. stop pretending like asexuals are descriminated against”
-“isn’t that a plant thing?”

(feel free to add some of your own experiences)

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au where jungkook is a singer/dancer and jimin is a dancer. they’re both openly flirting but no one knows if they’re actually dating or not. 35/?