after taking me over thREE HECKIN WEEKS TO MAKE my first animation meme is finally done!! :0 chose to do Posin’ with Knockout and Breakdown since I thought it fit them well pffffftt. This was lots of fun to make (albeit really challenging too) and I’m really happy with the way this came out!! you can totally expect to see more of these from me in the future!!
*all proper credit/links to originals are given in the video’s description
I just had the best idea ever; Tony Stark has a fan-wall, where he puts up pictures his fans made, sent him or letters. Just everything his fans did/do. It started as a couple drawings he was given by kids in the streets, but it grew into something bigger because People!!! Love!!! Iron!!! Man!!! and Tony loves it, because it means he matters. And what started as a small wall of pictures, turned into its own little room full of drawings and pictures and fan-created things. Because Tony loves his fans, and it makes him so happy every time he looks at it. Because he matters! He really does!
The violin scene at the end of The Final Problem is truly one of the most impactful moments (if not the most) in all of BBC Sherlock. I honestly am still speechless that Moftiss wrote something so profound. Eurus was beyond communication with the outside world after the events of this episode, back to the untouchable genius in her glass cage. But Sherlock. Sherlock, this incredible and kind man, who had lost so much to this woman, understood her and still reached out to help. He wasn’t encouraging her to play her own song, he was initiating a duet–so she wasn’t alone, even in her music. It was a conversation, it was understanding, it was connection. This man went beyond words, where others had failed and stopped trying, and showed her that she wasn’t alone. Sherlock has become- or perhaps he always was- one of the best men I’ve ever seen.
“Sam, you and dad, you’re the most important people in my life. And
now… I never should have come back Sam, it wasn’t natural, and now
look whats come of it. I was dead and I should’ve stayed dead. You
wanted to know I was feeling, well thats it. So tell me, what could you
possibly say to make that alright?“
zayn is 24 years old. sometimes i forget just how young he is and like it’s just crazy that he’s managed to accomplish so much in such a short amount of time. he’s breaking/has broken so many walls and has made a name for himself in both the music industry AND the fashion industry which are both two industries that are hard to make it in. zayn is so important and i am so proud of him and everything he’s done/is doing and i am so glad to support him mkay
He smiles as if
The world is not made of glass,
As if I haven’t shattered a thousand times,
As if I am not countless shards,
Stained with blood and seawater,
And he wraps his arms around me,
Pulling the fragments together,
Warnings: angst (a given), implied (more like hinted) smut, vague mentions of miscarriage, mild violence
A/N: This is for Angst Appreciation Day 2017. It’s been sitting in my word docs for awhile, just waiting to emerge and make people cry. Not the most intense angst I’ve ever written, but still a quick slap to my feels. Thanks to @wheresthekillswitch and @hannahindie for reading this first through their tears (haha ;) love you both!)
She was at the end of the bar, tight jeans, low tank top, leather jacket, steadily drinking a whiskey. He’d slid down to join her and tried a few of his famous lines. He flirted shamelessly with the hope of a motel room and close encounters. But she’d only smiled, shot back the remaining liquid in her glass, and flipped him the bird before walking out the door. He watched her leave, her hips swaying and middle finger held high. And he knew.
Gray feels bad. Guilty, almost. He knows he shouldn’t take advantage of Natsu’s intoxicated state but the opportunity is too good to pass up. Besides, if Natsu hadn’t been so reckless during their mission his leg wouldn’t have gotten all messed up and he wouldn’t be on magically enhanced pain killers strong enough to make him drunk.
“So,” Gray hums. “I’ve noticed a lot of the shirts I shed at the guild hall end up at your house. S’up with that, Ashes?”
Natsu blinks at him slowly. He’s very alert and focused for someone who can barely speak properly. Natsu grins lazily. “I hoard them.” He grabs Gray’s hand and brings it to his mouth. He brushes his lips over his wrist and buries his nose in his palm and breathes in deep. He purrs. “They smell like you. I wear ‘em when you go on long missions.”
Gray gapes for a moment. He wasn’t expecting the reason to be cute. He was expecting something stupid and possessive like so no one else can take them. He squeezes his fingers around Natsu’s. “Is that so?”
Natsu nods, once, twice, then decides the room spins too much that way. “Mhm. I have a pile you can have back. They don’t have much of your scent on ‘em anymore.” Gray stifles a smile. Natsu is already so affectionate when he’s sober. When he’s drunk he’s a full blown sap. “And the scent’s the best part,” Natsu slurs.
Gray looks up at the ceiling to hide the giddy smile that breaks out over his face. “I see.”
“Why’re you all the way over there?” Natsu pouts at the space between them on the bed. “C’mere,” he says, tugging insistently on Gray’s hand.
“Only if you answer another question.”
Natsu sighs. “You said that would be the last one.”
“Just one more.”
“Okay but you come closer first.”
Gray chuckles, but obliges until they’re shoulder to shoulder, hands still clasped tightly together.
“So?” Natsu looks at Gray expectantly.
Gray bites his lip. He knows what he wants to ask. It’s been at the back of his mind the six months they’ve been together, but the words are stuck in his throat. He’s pretty far gone, Gray reminds himself. He probably won’t remember in the morning anyway.
Gray takes a deep breath. “What was it like for you,” Gray starts tentatively, “when you… fell in love with me?”
Gray’s gaze is still fixed on the ceiling, but he can see Natsu struggling out of the corner of his eye. He shakes his head. He shouldn’t have asked. “Never mind. You don’t have to answer.”
“Shut up, Snowflake. I wanna.” Natsu bumps his shoulder against Gray’s. He thinks for another second. “I guess it was like falling asleep.”
Gray’s brows furrow. “Huh?”
“Like, it happened slowly at first, right? Then just.. all at once,” Natsu explains.
Gray’s stomach flips. “Oh.”
“And as you always point out, I’m basically a big kid, so I fought it at first. I think I knew deep down it was good for me, but I still tried not to fall.” Natsu laughs. “And that was dumb of me. Struggling against it. But it happened in the end. And it made me feel-” Natsu purses his lips.
“Rested?” Gray asks, hoping a joke will ease the swell of his heart.
“No! Mavis, shut up.” Natsu snatches his hand away to softly whack Gray in the chest. “Well. Maybe rested. In a way. But that’s not the word I was looking for.”
Natsu falls silent and Gray focuses on keeping his breathing even, on not letting the race in his pulse make him more nervous than he already is.
Gray looks at Natsu. “At peace?”
Natsu smiles. “Yeah. I’ve been happy for a long time, but the way I felt when I figured out you were mine- that you’re my mate-” Natsu leans forward and nuzzles into Gray’s neck for a moment. “I felt more at ease. Like I was home. Even though I’ve been happy at Fairy Tail, I hadn’t felt that since I lived with Igneel.” Gray bites down on his lip to keep it from trembling. “That’s what it was like for me.”
Tears prick at Gray’s eyes, warmth blooms deep in his chest. He pulls Natsu closer, until his head rests on his guild mark. He buries his face in Natsu’s hair and smiles. “Thanks, Natsu.”
Natsu yawns. “Any more questions?”
Gray squeezes his arms around Natsu. “No, that's… that’s all I needed to hear.”
Natsu hums, kisses Gray’s chest, and falls asleep.
I should probably explain what I’m actually criticizing about Thomas here.
Someone replied to this post saying that the anon was passive aggressive, which is fair, and that I’m making it out to seem like Thomas is a terrible person.
Now, I don’t think Thomas is a terrible person. HOWEVER; starting an argument with a paragraph the way he did, claiming that he knows this person must be struggling with their identity and he hopes they find support, none of which was ever implied by the anon, is an emotionally manipulative tactic to set himself up as The Good Guy. I don’t care about the anon, but I expect better of someone like Thomas Sanders. He’s famous, and lots of people look up to him. Him using this tactic makes it seem acceptable.
The paragraph setting him up as The Good Guy makes it to where, if you disagree with him, you’re an asshole. He even implies that the person that disagrees with him in the first place has something wrong that causes him to disagree, that he’s struggling with his identity. That’s a dick thing to do because you’re implying that people can’t disagree with you without having something wrong with them.
His actual argument itself is flawed it that he uses the acronym as LGBTQIA+ and the anon uses LGBT. They have to establish a common ground in the already existing community to go further, which Thomas doesn’t do. Then he says the community isn’t about oppression, but… the LGBT community is made up of groups of people who joined together to fight the oppression against them and support each other. Then, he virtue signals about how accepting his is, which is another emotionally manipulative tactic.
If you want to argue that asexuals should be included in the LBGT community, sure, go ahead, have at it! But leave emotionally manipulative tactics out of it. Make good points instead of guilt tripping people into agreeing with you.