i tried to make it similar but not *too* similar

"Anything that Japril get to do together, I’m for it. So whether they are romantically involved,whether they are just living together, where they’re fighting, where they’re working together or loving each other, like she’s terrific to work with. We’ve invested years and years and years into this story and our character traits and expectations and disappointments and that’s when you really get to have fun, when there are stakes, when it really means something.“

~~Jesse Williams on Japril
with Access Hollywood Paleyfest2017

Wonho As Your Boyfriend
  • texts you aLL ThE TiMe 
  • sends you a lot of selfies and always lets you know what he’s doing everyday, where he’s going, what the other members are doing, what he’s ate, how long he slept, how many times he’s been to the toilet (like bro ok thanks for sharing??) 
  • but of course, he ALWAYS asks you if you’ve eaten and slept etc
  • is very content with your relationship
  • never worries about cheating, and he never looks at anyone else
  • because he is happy and relaxed with you
  • I feel like you’d both have matching glasses too 
  • and probably similar sweaters 
  • and you both probably have similar fashion tastes 
  • very supportive of whatever you do
  • like if you’re making toast, he’s there to cheer you on
  • v cuddly 
  • your family loves him
  • he never shows off in front of your family, he’s just very respectable and polite 
  • is probably more a fan of evening dates than day dates 
  • takes you to fancy restaurants and never lets you pay
  • is such a sweet gentleman 
  • but he’s also just a gentle-man too, very cuddly and cute and I love wonho 
  • he tries to be sexy around you, but you make him so soft he can’t help but cuddle up to you and smile
  • likes to watch you sleep
  • his lock screen is probably you sleeping
  • is very amazed by your beauty 
  • can never believe he’s actually with such a beautiful human like you
  • puts everything down to destiny because he could never get that lucky on his own
  • 3am ramen and movies 
  • 1pm ramen and blankets in the winter 
  • 11am ramen and park walks in the spring 
  • honestly just having a three way relationship between you, Hoseok and ramen
  • when he asks you where you want to go for the day/for dinner he holds back saying he wants to eat ramen, but you know if you say anything other than ramen, he’ll be sad and pouty for the rest of the day, and probably won’t listen to you if you talk because he’ll be thinking about ramen 
  • dancing to girl groups all night and laughing so much, but Kihyun interrupts and tells you both to go to sleep
  • doesn’t shower you with things like ‘I love you so much, I want to spend the rest of my life with you’ etc, but he makes sure to tell you he loves you, and always compliments you
  • he’s just very comfortable and happy being with you
  • and he’s probably just really scared he’ll pressure you or something, and make you scared, but he really does love you a ton 
  • A LOT of make out sessions 
  • because even though he is soft and cute, he is still naturally very sexy 
  • you sitting in between his legs, one hand cupping your chin, the other lightly on your hips whilst you’re looking up at him
  • loves your eyes
  • stares at you a lot
  • isn’t embarrassed to admit it either, he loves staring at you and admiring you

this is shorter than some of the others I’ve written, but as explained in the previous post, I’m v tired. So I’ll probably be doing shorter posts and doing multiple parts. But anyway, I hope you’re having a good day :) ~~~ :)))) 

recent bf pics under the cut :) 

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dudefromdenmark  asked:

You said you made the Amonkhet Gods monocolored because it´s less limited compared to if you made them multi og tri colored but doesn´t that in reality just limit what you can do with your own game? Instead of trying something new and exciting you go for what sells best, in this case making the new gods monocolored than making them tri-colored and fresh. Arent you afraid of making cards to similar then?

I can defend optimizing my game so it can be used most efficiently my the majority of my players all day.

As for monocolor ending up too similar - the color wheel is robust enough that we can make a lot of monocolored cards and still have room for players to use them in different ways.

What happens when @its-me-lsp leads the dance? THIS! Hnnnn touching!.. We talked about this! )^F<

( My GOD this was supposed to be a small doodle but oooh I just love these two so much I couldn’t stop there! <’D )

( I wonder when is she going to notice he can’t hear any of the music 8l… )


lifestyle headcanons ➢ germany & prussia

gilbert lives in a guest house in ludwig’s backyard but spends a good portion of his time on ludwig’s couch playing video games and drinking all of his beer. he complains a lot about roderich visiting way too often.

ludwig’s had the house since the 19th century, but the interior is very modern because minimalist design makes him go weak at the knees. there probably isn’t a single speck of dust in the entire house. every picture frame has been meticulously leveled. the appliances are always brand new, to the point that roderich doesn’t know how to use any of them. no one is sure how ludwig manages to keep dog hair off the furniture and several suspect witchcraft. between ludwig and gilbert, there are so many books that bookshelves fill every spare inch of wall space, and they probably have to regularly comb through them and donate old books to libraries to make room for more.

at some point, ludwig had to build a bigger garage to accommodate his car fetish.

they get routine noise complaints for playing rammstein too loudly.

france | america | england | austria | italy | cuba | canada | hungary

Still sad, so have more glad!

aka Chara and Toriel are nerds and Asriel is a sleepyhead

A brief history of me trying to pick my favorite male DigiDestined, Digimon Adventure edition
  • 1999: Matt bc angst and ANGST IS GOOD
  • 2000: Yeah, but Izzy tho
  • Late 2000/Early 2001: tAI MAYBE??
  • 2001-2008: TAI TAI TAI TAI DEFINITELY TAI (and Izzy)
  • 2008-2015: Ok well I'm going to keep SAYING Tai, but really I love them all and can't choose
  • Secret feelings simmering for years, finally boiling over immediately after Ketsui: IT'S JOE
  • 2016-Present: Yeah, but TK tho

delcorsti  asked:

After Bespin will Anakin get his old lightsaber back or will he continue to use his current one?

That’s Luke’s lightsaber now, and Luke is going to keep it. Anakin wants him to, but there’s also the fact that, for a while after Bespin, Anakin will still be undercover, so of course he’ll have to stick with his Sith lightsaber.

After the fall of the Empire, though…he could just replace the crystal in his Sith lightsaber, I suppose, but I honestly think he’ll want to get rid of it, so he’ll probably build a new one from scratch. (So then all three Skywalkers will have an Anakin Skywalker original, since Anakin builds Leia a lightsaber using Obi-Wan’s crystal post-ANH.)

I Love You » Liam Dunbar

Requested: “can u maybe make a shirt story where maybe there is some sort of battle and y/n gets hurt and the pack gives her something to numb her pain and it kinda makes her blurt out everything and she suddenly blurts out I love u to liam and everyone hears…is that ok?” - @dheekshag06

Pairing: Reader x Liam Dunbar
Word Count: 3,348
Warnings: None

A/N: Hope this isn’t too similar to my Scott short story, The Bite. Tried hard to make it different with similar requests, but I suck at doing this. Not really feeling my writing in this one, but hope you like it anyway - feedback is welcome. :)

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11x09 “Oh Brother Where Art Thou”
“I know you’re a warriror and your instinct is to resist. But… I can’t be resisted.”

I know this is most probably the most hated scene of the entire episode, but I need to talk about this for a moment, because it was such a pivotal point of the episode. Not only does this kiss follow up on Amara making unmistakably clear that she can - and will - pull Dean’s strings, which is a horrifying thing, because she is well aware of how very unwanted their entire bond is for Dean and that he does not want any of what is happening between them.

That being said. I think it is all kinds of interesting that right after she tells Dean that she can’t be resisted, it’s either that Dean’s soul was able to resist her or she resisted to take Dean’s soul even though she wanted to. Though of course we cannot be certain if she did not take his soul during that kiss. In any regard, I am really massively curious to know what she showed Dean during that kiss, because it seemed it was much more than just what she labeled as “peace” and “bliss”, because Dean asked “What was that?” and to me it seemed not just to mean “Why the hell did you kiss me and why the hell couldn’t I pull away?”, but was a connected to hers “a look into the future” in which they both are one.

I have talked about Dean and Amara’s “bond” as lock and key and “two halves of one whole” multiple times, so her telling Dean that one day they’d have to reunite sort of valified this headcanon for me. This was further highlighted by the way they were circling one another in this scene imo and furthermore, I think they fully intentional with Emily Swallow found someone, who resembles Jensen in a lot of ways. Or at least I think so. The same high cheekbones with the cheeks hollowing out, a similar haircolour, a similar nose shape. I found this to be most recognizable in this shot right before he tries to stab her.

And it makes sense to me they’d resemble one another, because she is in some proximity a part of him and the other way around. They’re bound, protect each other. She is Dean’s female, darker half and as I have spoken way too often in relation to Charlie and Dark!Charlie one can’t be without the other. How did Marie say in 11x05 “Fan Fiction”? Ah yes, “In the second act Dean becomes a woman for some time” as @sleepsintheimpala had also noted. Not the only parallels and callback to that eoisode though. Essentially as @lost-shoe had speculated Dean may be the scarecrow to Amara’s Calliope…


Oh, just remembered something else I wanted to say here. The way this scene connected to the following was really unsettling and does not bode well for Dean at all, because if I remember right the kiss was followed by a shot of hell with tons of skeletons on the ground, which reminded a great deal of the starting scene when Amara kills the group of bible enthusiasts.

think calming thoughts

a redo for @paynosdick

Day Thirty One:  Kidnapped

2:30 am

“Looks like someone’s tired.”

“I’m not that…tired.”

“Uh-huh.  But Princesses need their rest for exciting interviews in the morning.”

“Chaat… the interview is after school.”

“I know, I know.  I’ll be over tomorrow to see how it went, okay?”

“You’d be over anyways.”

“You know it.”

Laughter.  The rolling of eyes.  General happiness.

“I guess I’ll take my leave then, Princess.  I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you tomorrow, Chat.”

Good night kisses.

7:30 am

“We’re so proud of you, ma petite!”

“You look so grownup! Don’t forget your portfolio, dear.”

“Thanks, papa! Thanks, maman!  I’m off!”

“Don’t forget to call us when you’ve finished!”


12:30 pm

“I’m sorry I can’t go with you, Marinette.  Peré scheduled a  last-minute photoshoot for me…  I didn’t even find out about it until this morning.”

“That’s okay!  Wow, I’m so nervous…”

“Don’t be.  I know you’ll do great!”

“Th-thank you, Adrien!”

“Oh, there’s my ride. I probably won’t make it back to school before it lets out, so good luck, Marinette!”


3:15 pm

“Um, hello! Marin—I mean, my name and—well, Monsieur Agreste sent for me?”


“Oh!  Uh, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.  I—”


“Oh!  Okay.”

7:45 pm

“This design could use work.”

“Oh, I-I see…  what sort of…”

“This collar needs to be flattened and the stitching here could be blended into the design more fluidly. You wish to make the design stand out, but too much flair is incredibly risky.  Shall we take a break?”


“I’ve prepared some tea.”

8:23 pm

She did not understand. Not one bit of it.  The facts were before her.  The dots were only too simple to line up.  Despite the glaring connection to be made, her brain did not connect the two.

Refused would be a more correct word.  Or perhaps the drugs were keeping her from making that last leap.

She heard mutterings from the other side of the room, but could not discern any real words.  A small white object fluttered to her side, flapping its wings with the utmost innocence.  It was a white butterfly.

She shook her head, willing herself to come into full consciousness and awareness.  The butterfly landed on her arm.

An arm which was tied to a chair.  She jerked. No movement.  She looked to her other arm only to find it bound in a similar fashion.  She tried to move her legs.  Also bound. Her torso.  Bound.

“Refrain from making too much noise, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette turned toward the man who had spoken.  He was tall and dressed to the nines in purple.  A large mask—similar to a ski mask—bound his face while he stood with his cane amidst the fluorescent butterflies.

His voice was exactly the same.

“What am I doing here?” she asked, biting out the question.  “What good do you think I can do for you?”

“Lady Wifi, broadcast a single screen to the north,” the villain—wait.


“What do you mean by Lady Wifi?!”

Marinette pushed against her restraints with renewed vigor.  The ropes would not budge against her efforts, but that did not stop her from trying.

“Do it or you will never see your friend again.  Remember that I am watching your every move.”

The young girl’s face drained of all color when a screen showed before the pair, a masked Lady Wifi looking anxious and furious at once.  Masked brows that had been familiarly narrowed in perpetual anger were now furrowed in anxiety.  She worried her lip as she was broadcasting and she held her phone protectively to her chest.

Alya!” Marinette yelled.

“Marinette, wherever you are, please—argh!”

The young hero watched in horror as her friend began to convulse.  The screen’s image blinked on and off for a moment before the villain spoke.

“Lady Wifi, you have but one opportunity to save your friend.  If you wish her to remain unharmed, then you will do as I say,” Hawkmoth said lowly.  “Set the bait.”

“I…” the girl huffed. “Need an image of Marinette.  Live feed.  Unharmed.”

Marinette cried out as her friend was tortured once more.  Where was Tikki?  She needed to transform and take this man out. She needed a plan.

“You will say what I’ve ordered you to say and do what I have instructed you to do.  That is all,” Hawkmoth ordered.  “If you do not, Ladybug and Chat Noir will be quite unable to find Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng before I am through with her.”

“You ba—ARGH! Okay, okay!” the girl whimpered. Marinette watched helplessly as her friend shot an application icon in front of her, and then broadcasting app in a different direction.  She cleared her throat, but did not hide her trembling hands.  Whether they shook from anger or from fright was something Marinette could not tell.  “Ladybug and Chat Noir.  My name is Alya Cesairé and I’ve been selected to inform all of Paris that due to your careless actions, an innocent girl has been abducted this night.”

“Alya, please don’t—”

“If…if the heroes of Paris wish to have her returned to her home unharmed, they will come alone to fetch her in exchange for their miraculouses.  Chat Noir, in particular, will guide you both,” the girl finished. Marinette’s heart filled with dread. The only way Chat would know her location was if she had not been moved from where she said she would be.

Ice settled over her stomach.  She was still in the Agreste mansion.  Hawkmoth was…

“Hawkmoth, they will get you!  You hear me! They won’t—ARGH!”  The screen disappeared.

“Alya!” Marinette shouted, eyes wide in worry for the reporter’s safety.

“Do not worry for your friend.  I have merely removed her powers from her,” Hawkmoth stated.

“Why am I not encouraged by that fact?” Marinette asked dryly, glaring at Hawkmoth with all the venom she could muster.  Which was quite a lot, actually.  “By the way, your design is atrocious.”

“I have no control over the design of my suit, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng.”  His jaw flexed.  She had hit a nerve.

I just need to distract him until Chat gets here, she thought.  She had to get this perfectly right on the first try.  As long as he had no idea he had captured Ladybug—his announcement seemed to imply that he had no clue—she had the upper hand.

She just needed to get out of here and find Tikki.  And she could only do that if Chat were here to back her up.

“When were you going to tell your son about being Paris’s most wanted villain?” the girl spat.

“I refuse.”

“What makes you think I won’t tell him after Ladybug and Chat Noir kick your—”

Marinette’s words were cut short when Hawkmoth…when Gabriel Agreste pointed his cane directly at her throat.  The slightest amount of pressure forced her to catch her breath, but she refused to back down.  Her eyes narrowed into slits.

“Adrien will thank me once this is over with, and the rest of Paris can resume their peaceful lives once I get what I want,” he said simply. “It is the fault of Ladybug and Chat Noir that this has gone on for as long as it has.”

“Yeah, like you’re not hurting innocent citizens with your temper tantrum,” Marinette seethed. “To think I honestly used to think better of you…”

“You have no right to judge me, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng.”

“Watch me,” she snarled.

“I could silence you now,” he threatened.  His cane pushed further against her throat, making breathing more difficult but not impossible.  Her eyes narrowed into slits as she stared her kidnapper do—

A sudden crash. The smashing of glass.  The thud of an impact.

“Step away from Marinette.”

Chat!  Her leather-clad boyfriend had just broken through the window, a severe frown on his face and his baton at the ready.  He looked angry.  He looked dangerous.  Yet Marinette could not find an ounce of fear within her.  This was Chat, and he was a defensive kitty who held all of his friends close to his heart.  Of course he would come to her rescue.

Even if he had to know it was a trap.

“Chat Noir.  Where’s Ladybug?” Hawkmoth asked.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize you couldn’t hear all that well,” Chat Noir apologized.  He looked anything but sorry.  “Step away from Marinette.”

“Don’t be foolish, boy. If you don’t want her harmed…” She felt the cane lodge just a bit deeper into her throat, but the pressure soon relieved itself with a loud thwack.

Marinette watched as Hawkmoth was launched into the other side of the room, effectively knocking the wind out of him.  In the next moment, her bindings were shredded as a courtesy of Chat’s claws.  She rubbed the soreness out of her wrists as she made her way to her feet.

“Thanks for coming,” she smiled.  “I should probably—”

“Take this and get out of here,” Chat said, cutting her off.  He placed something in her hands.  Something red and very familiar.  Her breath caught.


“Go.  Ladybug should be here any minute now and we’ll take care of this guy.”

Before Marinette could say another word, Hawkmoth was on his feet, scowling horribly.  “You impudent little—”

“Marinette, go!” Chat yelled, taking a defensive stance.  The poor girl could only nod as she held Tikki close to her chest, turning tail and leaving the room with hell on her heels.  When the two reached the second story of the house, Tikki blinked herself to life once more.

“Marinette!” the kwami gasped, going in for a face hug.  Marinette returned the hug with as much force as she felt comfortable exerting on her friend.  “I was so worried!”

“You got Chat?” the girl asked.  Tikki nodded.

“As soon as I realized your tea had been drugged and that M. Agreste was Hawkmoth, I knew you needed backup.  When I told him you’d been kidnapped and Ladybug wouldn’t be much help he pieced it together so quickly.  Marinette, I am so—”

“It’s okay, Tikki. But for now, we’ve got a hero kitty to save,” Marinette said, a look of determination passing over her features. “Let’s go take Hawkmoth down! Spots on!”

It was later in the night that they discussed the day’s revelations.  Chat, while having been dealt a harsh blow only an hour earlier, was glad to know that his Princess and Lady were one in the same.  Marinette, while grieving on the behalf of her friend, was shocked to know that the same friend and her boyfriend were one in the same.

They had crushed on each other.  Become each other’s best friends.  Fallen in love with each other.  And now that the threat of Hawkmoth was gone and M. Agreste promised to therapeutic help, they were free to be together on both sides of the mask.

They had each other, and they had their futures to enjoy it.  For now, that was enough.