i think i actually like how the text looks on this

You know what I’ve been thinking about for forever now?

Sam doing all of the primary looking for Bucky and then stopping so he can join the avengers himself. He thinks it’s a pretty good idea. The guy obviously doesn’t want to be found. He hasn’t actually laid eyes on him once in the past two years. What he doesn’t know, is that Bucky’s been watching him this entire time.

He gets a text late at night when he’s snuggled up in bed. ‘Why’d you stop looking for me?’

The first thing he feels is fear, since the last time he saw Bucky he almost was killed. The next thing he feels (when he’s sure Barnes isn’t hiding in his closet like the boogeyman) is confusion.

'How did you even know?’
'I’m not an idiot’ comes the text. Then right after that, another. 'You’re not very good at being covert.’

Sam laughs. He can’t help it. He knows that both he and Steve struggle in that department.

'So what did I hurt your feelings? I’m a busy man. If you don’t wanna be found then I’m gonna move on.’

'Yeah maybe you did a little.’ Bucky sends him. Sam snorts. He’s so obviously being sarcastic, maybe a little bit flirty. It reminds him of the Bucky that he’s heard stories about for years. 'Maybe I just liked seeing you.’

'It’s not very fair to let you have all the fun. I never got to see you once.’

'I was working up to it.’

Sam doesn’t send a message back for a while. He doesn’t know what to say. Bucky sends another. 'What if I’m ready?’

'Are you?’

'No.’ Comes the reply after a few minutes. Bucky had to think about it.

'You let me know when, then. You have my number.’

And then for the next few months, Bucky texts him. Sam never tells anyone about why he’s laughing at his phone. Sam never tells anyone why he doesn’t leave his phone on the charger across the room anymore. Sam doesn’t tell anyone why he stays up later and sleeps in more than he used to. Sam doesn’t tell anyone that his heart picks up speed every time Bucky texts him, that they flirt, that sometimes they do even more than that, that maybe he’s a little in love with a dude that’s tried to kill him and texts him daily from god knows where.

He doesn’t tell anyone when Bucky’s number suddenly goes out of service.

“Can you move your seat up?”
“No.” Then just a half a minute later. “Can you tell me when you’re going to disappear next time?”

Poor Ciao Ciao…

The song in question.

I’ve had this in my head since reading chapter 8. I cannot really art, and what even are your eyebrows, Cestino?  but I had to get it out of my system, and it wouldn’t have worked as a text post or chat.

I’ve finally depleted my stock of stupid posts about UMFB&MHA, at least until Sunday. Welp. So soon. Am I even ready?

Valentines with Ruby & Charon

Ok, so normally I would just post the images, but I feel like I need to add a little more background to them, so there’s gonna be some text in between some of them.

So it’s Valentine’s day in the Capitol Wasteland, & Ruby has a card she wants to give Charon. At this point, they’re just friends. They do have feelings for each other, they just…don’t really know it yet, lol.

Ruby’s card is neatly written with a cute drawing on the bottom. She kept the message sweet & silly, & not too mushy, since she didn’t want Charon to feel awkward.

Charon loves it, because it’s just so…Ruby. He doesn’t really wanna let on how much he loves it though, so he just says thank you.

Then, Charon surprises Ruby with his own card.

Ruby had NO IDEA that Charon even knew Valentine’s day was coming up, nor did she think that he would spend the time to make her a card, especially since he never liked expressing his emotions. Charon’s card is roughly made, but he actually spent a lot of time on it. He found some red paper out in the wastes & used his knife to cut it into a heart–a very jagged heart, but he really tried. He didn’t want to be too mushy either, but he still wanted to let Ruby know he appreciated her friendship.

Ruby can hardly contain herself.

Charon’s card is so simple & sweet, she can’t help the tears that come to her eyes. Charon is worried that she doesn’t like it, but he couldn’t be more wrong. Ruby is always worried that Charon hates her or finds her annoying & feels that if she weren’t holding his contract, he’d leave her in a heartbeat. So Charon’s card, as simple as it was, really did let her know he appreciated her as a friend, & not just an “employer.”

After a minute or so, she can’t contain herself, & throws her arms around Charon in a tight hug & cries.

And it was the best Valentine’s day ever! (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

i’ve been thinking a lot about smol ambiguously biracial harry and the mirror of erised.

because he’s spent his whole life with the dursleys in their proper square house in their proper square neighborhood with their uniformly manicured lawns and their contempt of anything other.

his aunt glares at him when the barber fails to tame his hair and yanks at it too hard when she takes her own scissors to it later. he sees the brief flicker of surprise in the eyes of the teachers at school when they find out he and dudley are cousins. he looks at his pale blonde aunt and vaguely wonders how her sister could produce someone like him (olive skinned? that’s what an old woman at the grocer’s called him once anyway) but he doesn’t dare to ask these questions. it’s just how it is, harry thinks, maybe he’s just different (he’s used to being different).

when he’s ten he gets a letter addressed especially to him, and when he’s eleven he looks up into a strange mirror it feels like he was meant to find and he’s looking at his parents for the first time in his life and his mother is the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, prettier than he’d even imagined, and his father…his father looks like him. james is darker and taller and sharp with adulthood but his hair sticks up at the back and his hands are so very familiar and his cheekbones are the same ones harry’s seen in the mirror every day of his life and something deep inside him falls into place.

because he doesn’t look exactly like his mum and he doesn’t look exactly like his dad but now he knows why. he looks like a bit of both of them and it’s proof that they lived, that they came together and made him, with his dark hair and light eyes and skin that he’s never felt quite comfortable in.

and maybe he never belonged with the dursleys and maybe that hurts more than he’s willing to admit but he suddenly thinks it matters just a little bit less, because now he knows for certain that he damn well did belong to james and lily potter.

“You have sent the fanbase into a frenzy! And why’re you wearing like three layers of clothing? It’s barely cold out.”

Harry looks at his surroundings when he receives the text whilst simultaneously unlocking his car door.

“What do ye’ mean? I’ve not done anything! But how do you know what I’m wearing? I’ve not even started the drive to yours.”

“I think you underestimate my fifth sense when it comes to you, babe! Haha no, woke up to tweets about your long-expected-finally-showing curls. But seriously Haz, aren’t you burning up under all that?”

“Oh, I knew I wasn’t walking alone! You’d think I’d be used to it by now. But not really. Feeling a bit under the weather actually.”

“Harry, meeting my parents can’t be that bad that you’re faking being sick. They’re gonna love you, trust me.”

“I’m not trying to get out of going to your parents, kitten. M'really not feeling well. Been taking medicine so hopefully I’ll be better before we make our trip out.”

“Uh huh, let’s hope you’re not lying to me! It’s probably just anxiety, you’ll get over it.”

“M'not! Promise. Heading over now though. I’ll see you in a bit, pet. Love you xx”

“‘Kay! Love you, too! xo”


“Should have really at least taken the hoodie off, babe. Your hair’s damp and I don’t think it’s from rain!”

Y/N opens the door as soon as she hears his car alarm beep, Harry making his way up the steps to her place. He’s wearing his beanie, hair curling out from under it, and she can see why his fans went crazy.

She opens the door further to allow him to step inside, receiving him with a peck to the lips before shutting the door and helping him with his bag.

“Yeah, feeling a bit hot now, actually.”

She watches as he toes off his shoes. And she really shouldn’t gawk at how broad he looks as he raises his arms up and reaches to grasp the hoodie from behind, ridding his body of the thick garment in one swift move as he pulls it over his head. And then again to remove yet another sweater, leaving him in a white tee.

She walks over to the sitting area and sets his bag on the sofa when Harry throws his shorts over her head, chuckling loudly before walking over and engulfing her in a hug, pecking her head in adoration.

“Harry!” She whines, grabbing the shorts and aimlessly throwing them on top of his bag.

But her whines are drowned with the sudden press of Harry’s lips on hers, pecking lightly at first. One peck. And then he pulls away to look down at her, her lips pulled up into a smile now. Another peck. And he pulls away again, this time earning a light giggle. On the third kiss, he keeps his lips on hers a bit longer, his hands now on the small of her back, pressing her flush against him.

And for a minute Y/N had forgotten Harry is wearing a pair of white tights, but she’s suddenly reminded when she feels his bulge pressing against her, not in a sexual way or anything, but it makes it all the more…innocent? Having Harry so close. Being able to reach out and wrap her arms around his neck, playfully tugging at his beanie until she finally takes it off and puts it on her own head.

And it’s then that he breaks the kiss, with a light whisper of “m'gonna get ye’ sick, too, poppet.”

But she disregards the comment, instead she looks him over. The crinkles by his eyes from how he smiles down at her, puffy for some reason, his lips plump and pink from having just kissed her, his hair just a tad disheveled from having just taken the beanie off.

“If you’re as sick as you say, on you go for a shower!” She pecks his lips one last time before bringing a hand down to his bum and giving him a playful pat.

“M'not fakin’ t'get out of meetin’ ye’ parents, kit'en.”

Harry knuckles at his eyes, his other hand running down her arm to take her hand in his, his rings cold on her skin. He brings it up to his lips and kisses the back of her hand lightly before taking a few steps backwards. And he smirks when he sees Y/N’s eyes linger down south. But she doesn’t even try to hide it, eyes dancing on the verge of lust at the view of Harry’s outlined cock. Tights much too tight that it leaves little to the imagination, and they surely outline it perfectly. It’s when Harry clears his throat that she finally comes back out of her own thoughts.

“Can take a shower with me if ye’ wan’, poppet. Wouldn’t mind it at all.” And he brings his fingers down to the top of his tights, thumb sneaking past the waist band to adjust himself.

“Harry, stop!” Y/N’s laugh echoes through the house and she glares at Harry, but he just winks at her, “but as much as I’d love to, I have to finish packing. Now go!”

With out another word, Harry begins his walk to her room, but not before wiggling his bum her way, earning a giggle.

And Y/N can’t believe that after all this time, Harry still has the power to make her feel weak. Heart thumping, chest tightening, butterflies in her tummy weak.


The drive to her parents has been nothing less than a nightmare. Y/N would have counted on a complying Harry, but all he seems to be doing is complaining. At first, the car is too hot and the air is barely “breathable.” Then, after turning on the A/C, in which moment Y/N has to put on a sweater because even though Harry is hot, she is rather chilly, he complains about a headache. And after that it becomes too cold, and not only does Y/N have to take her sweater off for the third time, but now she’s also having to take her top off. And she would’ve appreciated Harry’s comment about how much he loves when she’s not wearing a top any other day, but at that particular moment the compliment’s only made her all the more frustrated.

So now, the drive’s become more of a chore than she would’ve liked. She doesn’t wanna press on Harry’s illness, knowing he’s probably just feeling anxious. But she does think he should maybe tone it down a bit and stop being so melodramatic.

Harry’s really beating himself up though. Doesn’t want Y/N thinking he’s actually trying to avoid meeting her parents. He’s been eager to make the trip ever since he first pitched the idea, and c'mon, if he didn’t wanna meet them he wouldn’t have even brought it up. Y/N was always going on about how she thought it might be too soon. How she didn’t want her parents to over step their boundaries and judge him because he’s Harry Styles and he might not be living the lifestyle they’d want their daughter to surround herself with. But after much convincing, she’d caved, and Harry’s been ecstatic since then.

So yeah, he really doesn’t like upsetting his Y/N, and he’ll prove he’s not backing out from this even if he ends up in the hospital.

After hours of silence, they finally arrive, but Y/N still doesn’t utter a word. Instead, she opens the car door as soon as Harry’s pulled into the driveway and putthe car on park.

She opens the boot and helps out with the duffle bags, leaving Harry to carry the bigger suitcase. And he has to find the strength in him to pull it out of the boot, stumbling back a bit from the force, his eyes blurry and head woozy. But he takes a deep breath and continues to lock the car before catching up behind Y/N, who’s leading the way to her parents’ home.

From the moment he steps foot inside, he feels it. He feels the warmth that a home should have. Pictures decorate the walls, personalising its surroundings. Y/N’s parents meet him with tight hugs and comments of how happy they are to finally meet Harry. Y/N’s mom makes a comment on how handsome he is, and he swears she might have even blushed when Harry smiles at her. Her dad greets him with a ‘son’ and Harry likes the sound of that.

Y/N excuses them after a moment, telling her parents she’s gonna settle them in her old bedroom real quick before having to head down for an early dinner.

Harry trails behind her, luggage in hand. She sets their stuff down on the end of the bed they’ll be sleeping in, shuffling about to unpack the necessities. Harry just watches her body move around the room, clearly still remembering where everything should go. He stands by the door quietly, fiddling with his rings and biting the inside of his cheek because he really just wishes she’d stop being mad at him, wishes she can just look at him at least. And he can feel the worry lines begin to form on his forehead, his lips pulled into a line in thought of how he’s gonna make this up to her. Not that it’s any of his fault, but he just can’t stand to see her upset.

But he continues to stand there, fingers running through his damp hair, eyes drowsy. And it’s not until he yawns that Y/N finally pays him any attention since they left her place.

She walks over to him and brings a hand to cup his cheek. She stands on her toes and brings her lips to his forehead in a light kiss. “Take a nap, babe. I’ll come get you when the food’s done.”

Harry complies easily at that, toes his shoes off and sneaks under the covers.


Y/N isn’t sure why Harry’s still asleep. She dragged making dinner as long as she could so he can rest longer, but for some reason Harry’s still upstairs.

“Be right back mum, gonna go get Harry.”

She makes her way to the room, peeking the door open, the room just a bit brightened by what’s left of daylight seeping through the window curtains. It’s odd, when Harry’s asleep there’s usually a wheezing sound, a sound that soothes her ears when they’re laid in bed. But the room is oddly quiet. She sees his body stir a bit, and it’s when he painfully grunts that she walks to stand over him, peeling the covers back just a bit.

“Oh my god, babe,” her heart just about stops at the sight of him. Paler than usual, lips a bright pink against his complexion. “You’re soaked in sweat.”

She removes the cover all the way then, tugging at his arm for him to sit up.

“Harry, why didn’t you tell me?” The worry in her voice breaks Harry’s heart, he thinks he really should have taken more medicine.

“Tried t’.” His body is weakly slumped, head hanging because he doesn’t even have enough strength to hold it up.

She’s working to get his drenched shirt up and off, tossing it elsewhere before pulling the covers around his shoulders.

“Oh I’m so sorry, sweets. Crap I’m really really sorry. You did try to tell me.”

“S'fine, kit'en.” He’s rubbing at his eyes tirelessly as Y/N walks away and back, towel in hand. She runs the soft cloth over his face, down to his chest, and wherever else she can reach before bringing it up to his hair. Seeing how week he is, she then helps him put on another shirt.

“It’s not.” She takes her hand to his forehead, and she almost loses it at how hot he feels. And god does she feel awful. Knows she should have believed him, or at least made sure and checked him.

With out a single word, she runs out of the room, and explains to her parents how sick Harry is before running back and taking a seat next to Harry who’s now lying back down, covers tucked under his arm.

He feels her tap at his shoulder to get him to face her, and gulps down the spoonful of medicine she gives him before she tells him her parents have called their doctor over.

“M'sorry for ruinin’ our first day here, lit'el one.”

“Oh no no,” as if she hadn’t felt bad enough, now HE’S the one apologising for being sick, that’s just like Harry to do that.

She wraps an arm under and around Harry’s shoulder, shushing him as she pulls his body closer to hers, her fingers trailing under where his eyes have swollen before tangling in his hair in soothing strokes. She kisses where his eyebrow arches, and Harry can only bury his face in her neck then, pursing his lips to lay a gentle kiss on her neck.

“G'na take care o’ me now?” His glossy green eyes look up at her, the lines on his forehead prominent.

“Until you’re all better, babe.”

Harry hums at that, and even though he’s sick and feeling awful, having Y/N with him, fingers running through his hair, help more than he can ever ever express.

@people who think that the discourse over belles dress is childish

please recognize that it is really disrespectful and a huge slap in the face of entertainment technicians everywhere that the studio allowed emma to take such a big role in the design of the dress over the actual designer who is already known to have lots of experience in period pieces and this kind of treatment of designers and technicians honestly makes people like me, a young person who really wants to work as a technical designer one day really scared of the reality that faces us when we enter the work force. its not acceptable. im sorry i just really needed to get this out bc i keep seeing how people are making it about “oh im sorry this doesnt look just like ur childhood” and its. not. about. that.

more out of context sentence starters.

of course feel free to change pronouns as necessary. and yes, these are actual things i have heard / said

  • “Your 2 year old kid is tanner than me”
  • "Are you rapping in French?!”
  • “Don’t tell dad I just did that.”
  • *gives you puppy eyes while holding a mango*
  • “I hat him so much. LOOK, that’s how much I hate that character, I can’t even type right.”
  • “I liked making jokes about being a corporate sell out.”
  • “Generally people say ‘bless you’ when I sneeze but, sure, 'ew’ works too”
  • “You think this is a game, mom?”
  • “Wow, you have surprisingly good hand writing”
  • “It’s bad man… I have a pair of socks that remind me of him.”
  • “I’m getting a headache and that’s not good”
  • “If I hear the name Kardashian one more time I’m going to flip my shit”
  • “Is the tea okay??”
  • “Get in the bush”
  • “[name], do NOT dance”
  • (Sadly) “he’s a waffle”
  • “I will never die. I AM DEATH”
  • “[name]’s in a permanent mid-life crisis”
  • “Oh god, it depresses me when people eat pizza with a fork and knife.”
  • “I just quacked at them loudly" 
  • “No, you should take the last one”
  • "Fuck you and your goldfish" 
  • "To tall people we short ones still look human so we are probably creepy fetuses crawling amongst them while they scream '’ANOTHER ESCAPED THE WOMB’ " 

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wildbloodstormer  asked:

What's your opinion on the interpretation that Lady Macbeth is a young girl? I've always been under that impression based on her deep-set ambition and her possible psychosis after the implied death of a child or loss of an unborn child. Of course it's known that girls had little to no power, and were viewed only as objects for men and mothers, nothing more. It may just be my interpretation of her character, but I would like to know a more... academic stance on it.

I’ve never actually seen that interpretation, but as far as I know there’s nothing in the text to dictate specifically how old they are. The Macbeths are often depicted as childless and middle-aged, which I (personally) think makes a certain amount of sense, because it makes their desperate power-grabbing that much easier to understand: they have no children and they’re looking to leave a legacy. Why else is Macbeth so horrified at the idea of Banquo’s offspring taking the place of his own? Dynastic inheritance is not something you usually see anxiety about among Shakespeare’s younger characters, because they have plenty of time to make babies. Similarly, Macbeth spends a lot of time in the play drawing attention to his superior age and rank (notice how many times he calls Malcolm and other, younger soldiers “boy”), which would imply that he, at least, is not that young. Of course, sometimes there was a wide gap in ages between wife and husband, but personally I don’t see anything to suggest that here. I have a hard time reading Lady M as a young girl simply because she is so strong-willed and ruthless, and because she’s clearly been in this position of power (i.e., Macbeth’s wife) long enough to know exactly what her role as wife, hostess, etc., should look like. She also knows exactly how to manipulate him, which implies that they’ve been married a while, and if she’s oh-so-young you’re going to run into a wobbly timeline with that. However, the great thing about Shakespeare is that so much of it is open to interpretation. So, there’s nothing here saying my personal reading is the right reading or the only right reading, and if you find Lady M more convincing as a young wife with a lot to prove, that’s totally okay.


a/n: Hey, this is acutally my very first post - bare with me please, I’m still learning. Feedback and opinions are always welcome :) thx xx

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I looked at my watch. 5:34pm. Realising I still had to sit in this class for a good 30 minutes made me sigh in exhaustion. 

I took a sip of my water bottle before looking out of the window and watching a squirrel climbing up a tree in front of the school building.

The buzzing noise of my phone woke me from my daydream.

Hi sweetheart. How are you? I miss and love you lots xx Shawn

I smiled reading the text. I missed him. It actually hurt thinking about it too much.

Hi babe. I’m fine, just tired, school is getting on my nerves like always. I miss you too! Love Luna xx

After what felt like a life time I finally opened the door to my apartment. Coming home was always one of the best feelings every day. I put my bag down next to the door and walked straight into the kitchen to cook myself some dinner. 

I’m starving!

While chopping vegetables my phone buzzed. I quickly cleaned my hands before answering the phone.


“Hi darling, it’s me, Shawn”

Hearing his voice let me smile immediately. I turned off the stove preventing my food from getting burned.

“Shawn! It’s so nice to hear your voice. How are you?” I asked him excited. 

“I’m great. I just received an important e-mail” He answered back. I was a bit confused. Why was he telling me this? It’s not like I didn’t care about his e-mails, but I was more interested in him and his well-being. 

“Would you open your door for me real quick?” He asked me.

“Err… Sure?” It came out more like a question than an answer due to my confusion. I walked to the door and open it. On the floor in front of me laid a bouquet of flowers. 

“Is it there? It should be”

“Shawn… it is beautiful!” I picked it up and smelled. 

Wow. This boy is crazy. I shook my head in disbelief. 

“Babe you know you don’t need to get me stuff all the time. I don’t want you spending all your money- “

“Well I do like spending money on you.” He laughed but it died off rather quickly. “Honey, I’m sorry I’ve got to go. Meetings…” He sounded a bit disappointed.

“I love you Shawn. Thank you for everything” I told him honestly.  

“Love you too, baby.”

We hung up and I made my way back inside again. I put the flowers in a vase and smiled to myself. 

It’s crazy how much you can love someone. He is the love of my life.

A few minutes went by with me eating dinner and watching TV when suddenly my doorbell rang. I walked to the door and opened it.


I was shocked. He’s here. Shawn Mendes was standing right in front of me while he should have been on the other side of the world. 

How? Why? What? I was so confused I couldn’t even say anything.

He pulled me into a big hug and kissed my forehead. “Hey Luna.” I hugged him back and started to cry. I was so overwhelmed I couldn’t control my emotions anymore. He held me tight. 

Oh how I missed this. He smells so good. 

“I missed you so much Shawn.” I sobbed whereupon he nodded understandingly.

“But what are you even doing here? Didn’t you say you had to leave for a meeting?” He chuckled. “That was a little white lie actually. I’m sorry.” I looked at him and smiled wide. “You’re such a dork Shawn, I swear. What am I supposed to do with you? You’ll be the death of me.”

“Oh no I hope not!” He looked at me in shock but it formed into a smile very quickly.

He took my hand in his and walked into my apartment straight to the couch and shut the TV off. “I couldn’t take it anymore. I missed you so much so I just booked a flight and made my way to you.” He looked at me and pulled me closer.

“You know what I missed the most?” He smiled cheekily and I shook my head a bit. He closed the distance between us and let his lips meet mine. His lips were soft and he tasted like mint and watermelon. 

Oh how I love this. 

We pulled apart and I smiled wide. “Thank you, Shawn, this really was a super cute surprise!”  

anonymous asked:

Ok but i just noticed Saihara is singled out in Ouma's board , what does the text near his image says? (It would be hilarious if it had some hearts lol)

I’ve actually been trying to figure that out myself! Sadly, without much progress. It’s impossible for me to clear the text up all the way up until there’s an even clearer image, I think (maybe from someone recording off of the PS4 instead of taking a picture of the Vita screen or television).

Either way, it’s undeniable that Saihara is singled out on the board, and none of the characters seem to resemble either kanji or hiragana that would spell out words like “mastermind” or “ringleader,” so he definitely seems to have mostly discounted the idea that Saihara could be behind it all.

My best guess is that he probably wrote something like “possible ally?” (it does look as though the word ends on a question mark). Given how much he’s checked and double-checked that the game does, definitely end if it comes down to only two people, and how he posed multiple offers throughout Chapter 4 trying to force Saihara’s hand into ditching Momota and the rest of them but teaming up with him, it would make sense.

I think despite his cynicsm and inability to really, fully trust, Ouma thought that if he could pick any ally he wanted from the remaining members, Saihara was clearly the best pick. In addition to being a detective and a huge asset to the group, and “useful” as Ouma has emphasized so many times, he was also someone Ouma found incredibly interesting and fun to be around.

Of course, he kind of ruined his chances there because he and Momota both were practically trying to pull Saihara in half for all of Chapter 4′s trial, and it turns out Ouma doesn’t know how to say “be my friend” or “work together with me” any better than he knows how to flirt.

This is basically what I’ve been speculating on the matter. I’d love to see a higher quality image of the whiteboard if one ever comes out, so if anyone can find one with the Japanese by Saihara’s picture in good quality, please let me know!

“Let’s play and play, niichan!”

Waaaa, seeing so much fanart gave me a little courage to post something that I have been working on lately so even though it’s messy (I cleaned just a bit in Photoshop), here it is! My dear Gilberto (my current crush xD) that I tried making him look badass while he is preparing to attack with his skill “Forbidden Lover” and wow, did I like that one single panel where the water took the shape of dragons.
I’m actually proud how they turned out because I really tried to make them appear fluid. Rarely do I feel proud about my drawings but I gave it my best for this one (I’m thinking of making it digital some other time), because I wanted to practice more of his features, like his hair (which I noticed that looks a bit different every time in the manga…), but I’m kind of used to make it like above.

On another note, I almost made holes in the paper for how much I erased the patterns on his scarf xD (I’m not sure what to call them…they kinda look like the sun in a way, or camera flashes? xD They could be since they could be connected to Ray’s ability and also the fact that Gil as well can use it together with him)
So uhmm, yeah I’m rambling a lot because I always like to point out what I went trough when drawing something.
I just love Gil so much now and I can’t wait too see him and Ray in the next chapter, hopefully! ♥

reviews for the red heart emoji on emojidex

not a big fan of artistic choices made here, like how there’s the impressive combination of both pillow shading and a gradient, but it makes up for that by being a highly recognizable classic. definitely the first thing i would think about when it comes to a heart emoji.

i really like this one. it reminds me of the ace attorney character april may, both in color and in… shape. overall, very lovely, although not actually red.

for some reason, the red heart emoji does not strike me as something that should be drawn in a geometric style, but i suppose it’s better than an asymmetrically drawn heart. its thick black outline contributes to the visibility of this emoji, which is a thing i appreciate and admire.

i’m not a huge fan of the shading, but i’m more distracted by the fact it’s asymmetrically shaded. i’m not sure if i’m seeing this right or if it is an optical illusion, but it looks like there’s a hot pink streak over the right side of this emoji, while the rest is all in red gradient. while i’m not sure what to make of this asymmetrically blushing (?) heart emoji, it is one of the most visually intriguing ones on this list.

while usually i think gradients are unnecessary, the shading on this one is particularly charmingly executed and gets away with it. it looks like a glossy candy heart, and i would like to eat it. my only complaint is that it isn’t quite red.

i really like this one! it’s a very soft and round sort of heart, without sharp edges, while not compromising its recognizability as a heart shape (unlike for example LG). the contrast between its border and body is low, but the outline still adds a lot to the overall shape.

this heart feels a little off-balance: i suppose this is facebook’s way of shading the heart, but it just looks like the heart’s body isn’t set within its border right, rather than being nicely cell shaded. it also isn’t red either. that said, the overal silhouette is a very classic and recognizable heart shape, and i like it a lot.

not one of my favorites on this list. the shading adds very little to the shape, and it feels like the bottom isn’t aligned with the top of the heart, so it wouldn’t quite be mirror-symmetric even if it wasn’t tilted away from us. even the shines on this heart don’t match each other. overall a wonky heart, but with a load of personality and a very nice shade of red.

this heart has a mature look and color to it, and is very nice and round. its simplicity makes it easy to recognize, though also a little plain. i like it

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similar to microsoft’s geometric heart, but with a nicelier drawn shine, and without the outline that sets apart microsoft’s emojis. the color is very, very good, one of my favorites on the list, and i like how its sharp edges and indents are slightly curved off to create a more gentle look.

my favorite, which means i must now take back all my complaints about red hearts that werent actually red, because this one is definitely pink. scientifically speaking, its shape and color are perfect, and it should be easily recognizable even at a small size.

it turns out there were a lot more heart emojis than i was expecting, and at this point i am mostly glad it is over, actually. this emoji looks like an anatomical diagram of the abdomen, where the stomach is highlighted. thats not right, since hearts themselves are organs and do not have stomaches inside of them, but i think it looks cool anyway. thanks for reading

anonymous asked:

Lolibrary has/is getting a new look! What do you think of it?

Are we sure it’s done? I mean… I realize it has just been a donation page for a little while and now it’s an actual website but it’s not very user friendly. Is the only way to look for things really the search bar now? And when I go to an item page and try to click on any of the text that appears to be a link it doesn’t do anything… I’m very confused by the whole thing. Their search system used to be really great and super helpful. I liked having the option to choose specific elements of pieces to help look for them if I didn’t know what something was called. Maybe it’s just minimal right now because they don’t have the money to keep up with how it used to be? I hope it gets some updates to be closer to how it was before because this is a serious downgrade.

It actually pains me that I am incapable of traveling back in time.

I love history, I love the fashion, culture, art, music, etc from so many different eras.

I think it’s so wonderful how the human race grows and changes through time, and how looking back at our history feels like looking back into an alternate universe.

Watching old movies and shows and reading old magazines, books, looking at old pictures. It all happened. And it’s magical to me.

I’ve always said if I was granted 1 wish it would be to live a year in every Era. I think I would be the happiest girl on the world.

Another Theory

So my friend @skypillar pointed out that there’s a word on the chest

It’s either Xsuper or Ysuper (gonna go with Ysuper for now). As to what this means well you know how

Invi - Invidia - Envy
Gula- Gluttony
Ira- Wrath
Aced- Acedia - Sloth
Ava- Avaritia - Greed
Luxu- Luxuria - Lust
Master of Master - Pride by default

Well the Latin word for Pride is Superbia which looks like a Ysuper. 

Case in point: I think the Master of Masters real name or whoever represents Pride is named Ysuper and this is his chest. 

I mean either way it’s probably a name given that with the availability of google I don’t think they would misspell an actual English word. 

My favorite trope in the miraculous ladybug fandom for fanfiction is when Adrien Knows™ that Marinette has The Crush™ on him but he’s still an awkward cup of butter and he doesn’t know how to actually handle it bc he just wants to be “Friends” and
“no Nino I do not have a crush on Mari I just think she’s super cool and I want to have the Friendship™”
“wait why is she laughing at what Nathanael said, my puns are funny, oh golly gosh she sure is cute when she laughs”

“Oh boy a lot of Ppl have crushes on her, I can see why…I mean I DONT have a crush on her but I mean she is really pretty and super nice and did you see how many freckles are on her face? Even the sun loves her! Look at all those sun kisses….I’m a little jealous ….”


“I just want her to like me..wait no I mean I want her to like-like me..WAIT! I mean I know she likes-likes me bc she has the Crush™ and I just want her to like me so we can be talk and be friends bc I like her and NINO STOP LAUGHING YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN”

And finally they become friends and its him just spending all this time being in denial about his crush on her until Adrien looks at her one day and she just gives him The Smile™ and his heart does the Thump-Thump-You-In-Love-Bud™

“Nino, I have made an error”


Jungkook Insecurity Girlfriend Argument Request

Part 1 of 1

Request by Anonymous: Hello! I would like to request the reader insecurities texts with jungkook? I am curious with his version? Thank You! I enjoy reading your text posts :)


Thank you so much for the request love and for saying you enjoy my texts🙊😘 I actually enjoyed doing Jungkook’s version and planned and made this faster than normal, I just happen to be OCD about all my texts though so I’m sorry if it took a while but here it is and I hope you like it!🙌

I’m getting so close to 700 followers and I still honestly cannot thank you all enough to show how much I love and appreciate that, you all are AMAZING!😭💖

Let me know what you think,and as always feel free to make requests (HERE)😋

Please also have a look at the last update of Heartbreak Girl (HERE)😇if you follow that series, and keep your eyes peeled for another update coming soon… ish😏

I will update my Masterlist soon and my next request is also in the works so hopefully you look forward to that!😊


I have a lot of thoughts about Eliza Hamilton and how other people perceive her is so different from how I do. SPECIFICALLY, how in almost all discussions of her from both fans (and those involved in the musical) her selflessness is played up but this is not actually reflected in the play, like at all. In fact until the very end of the show she’s very briskly self-centered! This is not at all a criticism. A little benign selfishness in a gal always gets me swoony.

I’m thinking about “That Would Be Enough” here. I’ve seen several JOKE POSTS about how Alexander swears she’ll never feel helpless and haha, look at Eliza’s very next song!! As if Hamilton is  wrong here and Eliza right, rather than just two humans with very different, and as we know with foresight, sadly irreconcilable views of what their marriage should be. Eliza: “So long as you come home at the end of the day, that would be enough.” Hamilton: that wouldn’t be enough for me, actually. ELIZA IN NON-STOP: “WOULD THAT BE ENOUGH?” She knows Alexander’s legacy and ambition matters to him, but what matters to Hamilton doesn’t really matter that much to Eliza, and she kind of tells him so over and over. Which is fantastic. Eliza isn’t wrong to want more, but neither is Hamilton wrong for requiring more than domestic bliss to be fulfilled. This is why dating is a snazzy invention and knowing each other for more than two weeks is a great idea.

BUT ANYWAY. Nothing about “That Would Be Enough” is actually about selfless, saintly wife-hood. Eliza is going after her emotional needs using the self-effacing language available to her. It’s all about what SHE wants and what SHE needs dressed up as angel-in-the-house devotion. I love it, I love her ability to make emotional demands. She wants to be part of the narrative! She wants to be the center of Alexander’s life as he is of hers! If she actually only wanted to be the peaceful refuge from his cares or whatever the song would take place with Eliza singing alone while Alexander is on some faraway battlefield. Men will be men, the war is important, she’ll be waiting when he’s through with his great endeavors. But no! She GOES OVER HIS HEAD and writes to his BOSS, GEORGE WASHINGTON, and has HIM send Alexander home!!! Eliza wants him with her, and thinks the world should oblige her. She does believe he deserves to meet his son, so much so that she believes she knows better than Hamilton where he needs to be and what he needs to be doing and tries to make that vision a reality.

The other thing is this widespread belief that Eliza’s marriage was one long dreary march of neglect and frustration. Which is simply not reflected by anything in the show. While Eliza spends a lot of time exasperated with Hamilton’s refusal to be her dream husband, she’s never actually SAD until the end of the show when absolutely everybody is miserable, so.

This is driven home by “Take a Break” for me. First of all, and a tangent, oh my God in the stage production Eliza is SO THIRSTY. SHE WANTS HER SEX VACATION SO BAD GUYS. “I came all this way!” “SHE CAME ALL THIS WAY!” Eliza is not above using her husband’s hots for her sister to her own advantage, amazing. Further tangent a small but yet not insignificant part of her rage post Reynold’s pamphlet is DEFINITELY how much sex Alexander had that summer and how little she had. I do feel sorry for her there. That’s rough, buddy.

Anyway, watching the mumble mumble it struck me how little self-pity she has here. She’s RADIANT throughout. Her efforts fail and she looks a little disappointed, but she walks off stage arm-in-arm with Angelica, smiling, Alexander slightly forgotten. It’s really creepy and a strange brand of suffering porn to imagine she spent two decades of marriage pining at the window for Hamilton. Just going off my knowledge real Eliza Hamilton’s life, she had a large extended family she adored and who adored her, friends, a small army of children to raise, philanthropic efforts, and Jesus. Thinking of her life post-duel it seems obvious she was a person with a great deal of internal resource and an ability to craft meaning from her life.

But all this to say: to imagine Eliza as a purely selfless being takes away all meaning from her arc from “Burn” on. To take her forgiveness as a foregone conclusion because she’s just wired that way makes it meaningless. For me I always read “It’s Quiet Uptown” as a transformative, transfigurative moment for Eliza, something she could have never imagined herself doing. It’s a defining moment of her life, and internally so. The enormity of Eliza’s soul becoming apparent in the moment of  action. And it’s made so moving by what comes before, when she is pretty tightly blinkered and forgivably, humanly, wonderfully self-interested.  “Who Lives, Who Dies, Who Tells Her Story” is the final fulfillment of this; Alexander’s legacy never mattered to her and in fact injured her, but she upholds as an act of love for him. Which if you don’t take Eliza as a being made of PERSONIFIED FEMININE LOVE could be taken as a negative subsumption or Eliza learning the self-effacement she never before demonstrated. But I find it incredibly moving. Recognizing the needs and inner life of another person, even those we love most, as equal to our own is one of the hardest things to do as a person. Both Alexander and Eliza are pretty bad at it until they aren’t. Eliza has the chance to get it even more profoundly than he does. Which I think is pretty great.