i'm so sorry i had nothing to post ;;;

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Please consider: Dad Might doing the "makings of greatness" speech from Treasure Planet. watch?v=-0Fbfo33mXs

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SO HEY DID YOU KNOW TREASURE PLANET IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE MOVIES WHICH ALSO JUST HAPPENS TO HAVE ONE OF MY FAVORITE FATHER-SON RELATIONSHIPS IN FICTION

i had to draw this nothing in the world could keep me from drawing this

i love Dad Might so much i love these relationships so much ok

(this takes place after Bakugou’s kidnapping)

How I first imagined the opening of "Say No to This"
  • Aaron Burr: There's nothing like summer in the city.
  • Aaron Burr: Someone under stress meets someone looking pretty~
  • Aaron Burr: *straightens his cravat*
  • Aaron Burr: *leans seductively against a lamp post*
  • Aaron Burr: *bats eyelashes*
You went for me
Gatobob
You went for me

Welp, here’s that poem/song I recorded! I wrote it and sang it. I have no instruments / I can barely work garageband so it’s not like.. an actual song X’D

Critique is encouraged, my only request is that you talk to me like you were teaching a kindergartener- I know NOTHING about making music. The only thing I know is ‘higher BPM means I might hurt myself if I try to run to this’

🎉 the official problematic hxh character callout post 🎉


leorio: gone for 60 episodes, doesn’t even send us a text to let us know he’s okay

kurapika: spiders are necessary to the global ecosystem

illumi: takes fashion advice from hisoka

hisoka: hisoka

gon: his hair is tall and sharp and could probably stab someone, also i cry about him at night

killua: is 12 but has an 8-pack. this is unrealistic, as i am 28 and have yet to grow my own 8-pack

alluka: nothing, alluka is pure and good and untainted by the sin of this world

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I don’t know how Tada-nii would react to Hiro dating, because Hiro has never dated.  Huh.  Wonder why.

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(little note, I’m not an ask blog and I usually don’t take requests either >.<  This was just a cute ask I had sitting in my inbox for a really long time, and happened to fit well with something I wanted to draw anyway ^ ^; Thanks for understanding! <3)

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Here are a few Tony Stark icons in honor of pride month!

pastel version

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I don’t think Neil thought for a second that thank you, you were amazing would hurt Andrew. And tbh I don’t think Neil would have even went through with their “this” if he knew Andrew actually cared. Neil was pretty convinced Andrew didn’t give a fuck and still wouldn’t when he died. So when he tells him thank you he still probably thinks Andrew isn’t going to care. But it’s something he needs to say and get off his chest before he dies. Like these are his literal last words. He couldn’t leave without thanking Andrew for making the last couple months the best he has had in his entire life. He doesn’t think that Andrew will even catch on to the significance of it nonetheless care because Andrew has told him this is nothing and Neil is quite possibly the most oblivious character I’ve ever seen in fiction so of course he believes it.

HELLO EVERYBODY

First of all I wanna say sorry for the tags on this post. I know I shouldn’t really tag this with loads of irrelevant stuff, but I really need to spread this post around, so I’m really sorry shshdjsjssj

OKAY it’s me, Brynn, @protectchatnoir! So my account got deleted for literally no reason whatsoever which sUcKs

This is my new account. I’m really hoping it’s only gonna be temporary, because I’m trying to get my account back. I have so many posts on that blog that have just been deleted for no reason, without any warning. And I’d just gone over 2,000 followers. So I’m pretty upset about this, as you can probably imagine. *cry* anyways, if I don’t get my account back, this is my new account, I guess! *shRUG*

Guys, if you could reblog this post to spread the word, that would mean so much to me. Thank y'all!!!! :D

Here are more of my Belle/Adam NSFW headcanons that were actually asked for this time

Quick note: The first two headcanons will probably be familiar, since I already leaked them (and also, my recent fic is based off the second headcanon lol). Enjoy the Sin™

• Some nights they take baths together, both of them seated in a tub of lukewarm water, rose petals floating on the water’s surface, dim candles flickering soft light onto the dark walls, and Belle between Adam’s legs with her back rested against his firm chest. The atmosphere of the candle-lit room always starts out serene, usually filled with quiet conversations, Adam’s fingers skimming through Belle’s damp hair and grazing his manicured nails along her scalp, as she talks enthusiastically about whatever book she is reading at the moment. She will have the book with her, of course, and Adam will happily hook his chin over her shoulder and let her read to him. Eventually, to no one’s surprise, the once tranquil room comes to life with the sounds of sloshing water, desperate sighs, and smacking lips when Adam can no longer contain the desire pooling low in his belly at the gentle, clearly articulated sound of Belle’s voice. Her intellect—for some ungodly reason—is outrageously alluring. A deft hand between her legs, a teasing mouth at her ear, and suddenly water is spilling over the tub walls and splattering onto the floor, Belle writhing as she comes undone in Adam’s arms with his name on her lips.

• He doesn’t know why it takes him so long to notice, but when she is perched upon his bare chest and tracing a gentle finger over his parted lips, it dawns over Adam that Belle is quite fixated on his mouth. And oh, the fun he has with that. It starts out subtle; him quickly licking the pad of his index finger before turning the page of his book when he knows she’s watching, and “accidentally” missing her lips when he goes in for a quick peck, instead pressing a chaste (but is it chaste?) kiss to the corner of her mouth. It is only when Belle notices a sudden new habit of his, one of which involves dragging his finger across his bottom lip while in thought (and one that has been occurring quite too often), that she starts to become suspicious. Realization strikes when she scolds Adam for saying something crude, and he smugly calls her out.

  • “That filthy mouth of yours!”
  • “You mean the one that you revere so much? Amoureux, your eyes haven’t left my lips since I entered the room. If you’re going to kiss me, please, don’t abstain any longer. I’m sure you’re starving for it.”
  • And she had never kissed him like that before. All tongue and teeth and shoulders slamming into bookshelves. And when she begs him to fuck her, he chuckles and breathes into her ear, “That filthy mouth of yours.”

• Another thing Belle is rather taken with; Adam finishing inside of her. There is something so satisfying in the way the muscles in his back tense beneath her fingers as he comes, the way he settles his hot, heavy weight on top of her after one last, deep thrust. His face always hovers briefly, mouth open soundlessly, until he buries his head against her shoulder and lets out a beautiful noise that is somehow a mixture of a moan, a growl, and a cry. She finds so much comfort in his body trembling in her arms as he tries to catch his breath, her cheek resting against his hair. She would stay there forever if she could.

• The first time they fight—and not just one of their short-lived, trifling quarrels, but a real fight that results in slamming doors and raw throats—Belle and Adam don’t speak for days. Every time they pass each other in the castle, Belle’s shoulders stiffen and Adam sticks out his chin and clenches his jaw. And it is Belle, of course, who makes a snide remark and gets the whole ball rolling once more. The servants make away with themselves when the screaming starts, and Adam is damn near ready to leave himself when Belle gets in his face, the two of them nose to nose and breathing heavily. But there is this superior twinkle in her eyes, and something in Adam snaps. The force of his lips on hers leaves them bruised in the aftermath, and their chests audibly collide when he pulls her flush against his body. They don’t make it to a bed, a piece of furniture, or even a wall, he just takes her in the middle of the floor. And at some point words of anger melt into coos of affection, rough touches turn tender, and the hard snap of his hips slows to a languid grind. That prideful twinkle in Belle’s eyes is replaced by a warm, doting glow, and the two lovers fall into a fit of giggles once they’re through; sweaty, sated, and laughing on the floor in their torn and ruffled clothes.

• Jealous!Adam :-)

• Adam takes Belle in the garden because he knows that the new gardener who has been eyeing his wife is currently trimming the hedges nearby. Belle doesn’t protest at all—she does quite the opposite, actually. If there was any doubt that the gardener didn’t hear her obscene and unabashedly loud cries of pleasure, that doubt was obliterated immediately when the gardener spotted the pair a few hours later and hastily averted his gaze.

• I have mentioned this concept a few times before, but let us just consider it again; Adam getting so overwhelmed while he is dancing with Belle, that he drags her away in the midst of a ball to an alcove just off the ballroom so he can have his way with her. He cramps her into the corner of the already confined space, pressing hot, sloppy kisses to her lips and husking out words of molten desire into her open mouth. Having her husband’s tongue inside of her is oddly much more exhilarating when the chatter of their party guests can be heard from only 15 feet away, and Belle’s orgasm takes her by surprise when she hears her father’s curious voice creeping closer to the alcove, the possibility of being caught distending between her legs and washing through her whole body in a new and alarming form of euphoria.

• Having sex in places where they can easily get caught becomes a thing for them, because hey, we all know they be kinky as hell.

• Also, um… balcony sex… (o˘◡˘o)

ON A FINAL NOTE, BELLE TOTALLY PUT ON A SHOW FOR ADAM ONE NIGHT BY WEARING NOTHING BUT HIS BEDAZZLED CORONET UPON HER HEAD, AND SHE MADE HIM CALL HER “HIGHNESS” AKLFHLAKHLKAF (I DON’T FUCKING CARE IF HISTORY SAYS FRENCH PRINCE’S DIDN’T WEAR CORONETS, YOU CAN’T CONVINCE ME THAT ADAM DIDN’T HAVE SOME SORT OF CROWN)

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New ARG?

Ok everything started with a dm I got this morning

This is the image

Looking a little closer, there’s a very faint url

This is the url in the image:

sggkh://ddd.ivwwrg.xln/fhvi/Xizmv_FGXR/klhgh/

But it’s kinda cryptophied, here’s the rule:

(sorry for my ugly writing adsgdjgs)

So the actual url is:

https://www.reddit.com/user/Crane_UTCI/

It’s a reddit user page(duh) and there’s only one post:

Because I’m an uncultured pleb, I had to google and found out it’s a Pink Floyd song

Knowing nothing about music and Pink Floyd, I’m now stuck x_x anyone care to continue the journey for me?

the actual file name of this pic is “Jon but like George Washington Werewolf”

I don’t really like how this turned out but??? the important thing is that I tried instead of giving up, so go me. Dynamic lighting is hard :( but the only way to get better is practice.

But the most important thing is the pun.
*wipes tear* i’m so proud.

Rule Number Four

Once upon a time, there was a trio of adventurers. Every adventure was always the same.

Two would walk away with treasure in their hands and laughter in their eyes, and one would walk away with his life and call it a good day. Two would win, and one would lose. One would lie awake and wonder why he was always the expendable one.

One day, that one walked away.

Because of that, nothing was ever the same.

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Imagine #1

Pairing: Peater x Reader

Summary: You have a nightmare where Peter dies and when you wake up he comforts you

Warnings: It’s my first ever imagine that i’ve posted, and it’s in bullets. Death but then there isn’t 

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  • You had dreamt that Peter died. 
  • It had taken place in the beach and Peter was fighting The Vulture.
  • You could only stand there and watch everything unfold. You tried to move, but you were stuck in place. It never occurred to you once that you could have been dreaming. 
  • For a moment it looked like Peter was going to win, but suddenly The Vulture tripped Peter then grabbed him by the neck. 
  • You saw as the he lifted Peter while the latter struggled against the grip, but then Peter stopped struggling. The Vulture flew away effortlessly.
  • You called out his name, a heart wrenching scream that rang across the beach. 
  • You were finally able to run to him then dropped at his side. You held his face between your hands and stared at his glazed eyes. He really was gone. 
  • You called out for him, your words barely a whisper, but then escalating in volume as the truth set. 
  • You felt the tears form while you stood over his body and sobbed. 
  • You stopped when a quiet whisper was heard.
  • “Wake up” your forehead was wrinkled in confusion and suddenly Peter shot up and grabbed at your shoulders “Wake up!”
  • You awoke in a cold sweat and your eyes welling with tears. You blinked blearily and kicked off the blankets, not being able to deal with the suffocation and heat they brought. You saw a blurry figure in front of you. You blinked and finally focused. 
    • Peter was standing over you, a look of worry clear on his face. 
  • After that your body relaxed immediately with relief. Knowing that Peter was safe was all that you needed. Subsequently, you started sobbing. Both sobs of joy and sadness at the prospect of knowing that he was alive, but he was always in so much danger.
  • “(Nick-name), what happened? I woke up and found you crying. I assumed it was a nightmare and woke you up too.”
    • Peter looked so concern and scared that you couldn’t help but be so grateful that he was your friend that the tears just came all over again.
  • You immediately tackled him with a hug, basically straddling him and attaching yourself to him like a sloth. He stiffened a bit, but as you buried your face in his neck he relaxed and rubbed at your back while his other arm was around your waist. 
  • “You died Peter" 
  • "Oh… I see. But don’t worry, okay? I’m right here.” He pulled back so you could stare at him. Grabbing your hands, he placed them on his face “I’m all right, not fighting The Vulture and certainly not dead.” Too shocked, all you did was nod and Peter sighed. 
  • “Mind telling me what happened?” he asked carefully.
  • “It was so terrifying, having you die right in front of me? I couldn’t bear it, I could never bear having my best friend die like that” You hugged him a bit tighter, still afraid that you could maybe be dreaming.
  •  "I’m so happy you’re alive"
  •  Peter pulled back and you felt a peck on your forehead
    • “Thank you”
  • Let’s just say that Peter was very glad that you stayed over this time
    • “I would’ve felt so bad if you woke up and I wasn’t there”
    • “I’m pretty sure I would’ve shown up at your door with bloodshot eyes anyway just to make sure you were okay”
  • You both laughed at that
    • “I’m also glad that I chose the top bunk because I’m pretty sure that we might have fallen”
  • At least the mood had lightened.
  • “Also I’m sorry I straddled you”
  •  "I thought that you were more like a sloth"
    • “I’m gonna detach myself now”
    • “Aww, but you’re so nice and cuddly”
        • “Five more minutes then.”

♡secrets out♡

*warnings: swearing

*type: the fluffiest fluff in the land

*pairing: tom holland x actress!reader

*summary: you and tom have been working on a film together for a few months now and at the premier you had went as each others dates, but while doing an interview toms tendency to say something he shouldn’t comes out again.

*other info: (y/s/n) means “your ship name”

*authors note: the picture below has nothing to do with this, it’s just my favourite pic of him because HE LOOKS SO SOFT!!! also I’m sorry this is so bad and rushed, the next thing i post will be better…promise :)

*word count: 1,069

♡masterlist♡

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“So what was your favourite part about filming this movie?” the interviewer asks the both of you. You were stood next to Tom on the red carpet of a movie you and Tom were both in. Never in a million years would you have thought that you would be working on a film with Tom Holland or that during the time of filming you two would start dating.

“Mine was probably that I got to have this lovely lady play my love interest,” Tom said wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into his side, making your face heat up a bit.

“Oh stop.” you said playfully exaggerating the last word.

“I mean come on look at her, she’s anyones dream to date and I got to do it for eight months everyday on set!” he went on. He was playing it off pretty well, considering his nickname is ’spoiler-man’.

Tom nugged your arm not-so-subtly, “This is the part where you say it was great to work with Tom too.” he whispers loudly enough so that people can hear him earning him a laugh from the interviewer and yourself.

“Well my favourite part was also working with you Tom.” you say sarcasm dripping from your voice.

“Well seeing as this is a film where there aren’t many action scenes, would you say that you felt sort of out of place?” the interviewer asks putting the mic back near your faces.

“Not really because I had my girlfriend on set with me the entire time so that helped a bit-” only after Tom said that he realized what he had said.

“Oh? And who is the lucky lady if you don’t mind me asking?” Tom looked at you and back to the interviewer.

“Well um we’re not sure we want to make the relationship public right now.” he said nervously while you stood next to him trying to look unbothered by the whole situation. In reality you felt like you were going to sweat through this dress if you didn’t get inside soon.

“I won’t pry then, I hope you two have a lovely evening and we all can’t wait to see the film.” the interviewer smiled.

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After the premier you and Tom went home tired and on edge because Tom almost let it slip that you two were dating. But even though you two were extremely tired Tom wanted to do a live stream and talk about how happy he was with how the premier went.

Your walked out of the shower with a towel wrapped around your body and heard his scratchy, exhausted voice answering questions and making comments.

“Well I’m going to end the live here because (y/n) just got out of the shower and we’re both quite tired so we are going to go to bed.” he said sleepily laying his head back and closing his eyes. Without thinking you walked over to him and planted a soft peck on his lips.

“Oh shit.” you covered your mouth as your face began to heat up with embarrassment. His eyes widened when he started to read the comments that were quickly flowing in.

“OMG ARE YOU TWO DATING!!”

“I ship it”

“We all knew this would happen sooner or later, we just all thought you would be with Z”

“AHHHKKSKJD (y/s/n) IS REEEAAL!!!!”

“Just to clear up any confusion, we are dating but we are going to keep our relationship as private as we can.” he said with a tired smile on his face.

“Who’s the one who cant keep a secret now?” he said with a laugh.

“Shush!” you shouted half joking. He hit the ‘end stream’ button.

“Did I do something bad?” he walked over to you with half lidded eyes and pulled you against him.

“No, I mean our publicist’s are gonna be pissed but you didn’t do anything wrong love.”

Tom gave you a quick kiss on you head moving to rest it on your shoulder, but all exhaustion left him when he seen that you were in only a towel. With his bottom lip between his teeth he lifted you up throwing you over his shoulder like you were light weight, because we all know that boy has some strong arms, and started to walk towards your room.

“Tom I still need to get dressed!” you laughed when you got in the room.

“Fine, I’ll put you down- IF and only if, you give me a kiss.” he joked placing his hands on you back before putting you down on the bed making you land with a bounce. You pulled him down into bed by his shirt pushing your lips into his. This lasted a good while before you realised you were only in a towel.

You felt his eyes burning into your back, you turned around and looked at him before grabbing one of his shirts and a pair of underwear.

“I’m changing in the bathroom.” you said flatly.

“Damn.” he sighed before turning to face the wall and be swallowed by the covers. Once you came out of the bathroom you seen only his head was poking out from beneath the duvet. You gave him a kiss on the head before snuggling up next to him. He turned and pulled you into his chest planting chaste kisses on your neck and shoulders.

“How did I get so lucky?” he whispered.

“I don’t know, maybe you got a wish from a genie.” you joked.

“Jokes on you,” he interrupted himself with a yawn.

“Genies can’t make people fall in love.”

“Whoever said we were in love?” you said raising one eyebrow higher than the other.

“Don’t deny it, you love me.” he said before nuzzling his face into your neck and falling asleep.

anonymous asked:

I've been feeling really lonely lately for some reason. I'm usually okay with being alone but now the loneliness has really been getting to me. I never really had a lot of friends and it's hard for me to make friends. I'm 20 and I honestly don't know what to do. I really feel worthless sometimes because of it. I'm really not sure where to go from here..

Hey love, I am so sorry to hear this! Humans are very social beings, we need interactions, there is nothing wrong with that!

I have some posts for you to read through:

Social - Making Friends After Moving

Social - Making Friends While in College

Friends - Making Friends

I also think that you should try switching up your life a little, that may help things not feel as “stuck”:

  • Go on a vacation, mini-vacation, or road trip somewhere you’ve always wanted to go
  • Join/start a new club, group, or organization
  • Do some charity work or volunteer
  • Take a class or learn a new skill that will be useful in later life
  • Challenge yourself to experience something new every week (even if it’s just driving home from work a new route or trying a new flavor of pizza)

I’m sorry, I have no idea what I’m doing and I probably totally mucked up this beautiful pose by @kiruluvnst and it looked nothing like it’s supposed to…. but I had so much fun because editing always helps me relax :)