i've needed this lately

i’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. it can be so lonely being a lesbian and that loneliness is amplified when you’ve never kissed a girl or been in a relationship but we are amazing and beautiful and so so so strong to survive on our own. we will find someone one day and it will be beautiful and amazing but until then i love you all.

  • some random people: Arya and Gendry reunite? Nah, and if they do it'll only be as friends
  • some satanic show watchers: Gendry and Sansa forever!!!
  • joe dempsie, an intellectual: Gendry would probably marry Arya

“Women shouldn’t be valued because we are strong, or kick-ass, but because we are people. So don’t focus on writing characters who are strong. Write characters who are people.”

(quote by @madlori | insp. by @blessedyuki

i know marichat window kisses are a thing but you know what else should be a thing? ladrien window kisses

i want everyone to know that at this very moment, inej has just left her ship in the ketterdam harbour and is on her way to the slat to climb through kaz’s window for old times sake.  the wind is in her hair and slavers know and fear her by name.  kaz is building his empire, building and burning what he pleases, and he leaves the window open for inej.  nina and matthias are somewhere quiet, it’s just them and they have all the time in the world.  they’re kissing, sometimes, and sometimes just sitting together, breathing, living.  they have time to do this now.  nobody will ever take that away again.  jesper and wylan are in the van eck mansion, and instead of fear and silence it’s now filled with light, the smell of burning food they tried their best to cook, the smell of gun powder, marya’s paintings lining the walls.  they make it a home.  kuwei is in ravka.  they’re making a lot of progress on a parem antidote, for the first time in his life he’s safe and happy and next week he’s going to go on a date with a cute boy who smiles at him like the actual sun.  they are all living and building something new, and it’s not always perfect or happy but day by day it’s coming together and they’re going to be just fine

Glare - Edward Elric

Finally I made something decent with my new art program. I’ve been obsessed with FMA again and I also missed drawing Ed. So here is a veeery lazy drawing of him. I think it looks decent but it could definitely be better. Unfortunately I can barely use the new program so that’s all I could right now xD Hopefully it’s enough. 

Made by jiyu-koya. Please do not repost, do not remove source

Happy birthday Sam <3

“How do you even get into that?” Sam complains loudly, gesturing at T’Challa’s Black Panther suit.

It comes out a tad too dramatic, maybe, but it’s already bad enough that Pepper paired him up with Mr. Tall, Dark and Deadly for the photo OPs, Sam shouldn’t also have to suffer through 2 hours of that ridiculous and stupidly tight cat costume.

Not that normal, non-superhero clothes would’ve been much better – T’Challa could probably make a pair of old sweatpants and a floral print shirt look regal as fuck. His clothes seem to always hug his muscles in all the right places, no matter what he’s wearing, so a suit or a jeans & black Henley combo weren’t going to make Sam’s evening any easier.

The problem, really, is that Sam wishes he could be the one hugging T’Challa’s muscles.

The problem is the goddamn suit looks like it’s been painted on, and Sam’s already starting to feel all hot and bothered in his own uniform, and they haven’t even stepped out of the waiting room yet.

T’Challa shoots him a smirk, and that, too, is deadly.

“You ask me nicely,” the man replies.

Well, fuck.

It’s a joke.

It’s very clearly a joke, and Sam’s too fond of teasing people himself not to appreciate it, but fuck if it isn’t putting images in his head, and god, that’s the last thing Sam needs right now.

He tries to cover the fact that he almost just choked to death on his own spit with a derisive snort, but he’s pretty sure it comes out too high-pitched to be convincing, and his sweaty palms aren’t helping.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” T’Challa asks when Sam fails to come up with a witty response. And god, Sam wishes. It’s getting really fucking hot in here.

T’Challa’s obviously enjoying poking fun at him immensely, if the way the corners of his eyes are crinkling is anything to go by. If he wasn’t so drop-dead gorgeous, Sam would punch him.

“Are you always such a smartass or is it just ‘cause it’s my birthday?” he grunts.

T’Challa blinks, and then raises an interested eyebrow. “It’s your birthday?” he asks. Sam just shrugs. “And you’re here doing this?”

“Pepper offered to change the date, but whatever man, it’s just a few hours,” Sam says. “It’s cool.”

T’Challa doesn’t reply right away, just stares at him like the cat that ate the goddamn canary, killer smile still on his lips and doing all kinds of things to Sam’s stomach. “I didn’t know it was your birthday,” he tells him a moment later. “I would’ve gotten you something.”

“You don’t have to—”

“In Wakanda,” T’Challa cuts him off, taking a few steps in his direction, “we have this way of wishing people a happy birthday.”

“What way?” Sam asks. But before he can stop to think about how close T’Challa is all of a sudden, or about how it’s getting a bit harder to breathe, there’s an arm wrapping around his waist and a big, strong hand at his throat, tipping his chip up.

T’Challa kisses him unhurriedly, but firm and hot and claiming, swallowing Sam’s gasp right up and then licking into his mouth just right while his hands keep him securely in place. Which is good, because god, without them Sam would probably just slide down to the floor.

When T’Challa pulls back Sam can’t help but try to chase his lips, and even whimpers a little at the loss of him. Later, he might worry about how pathetically desperate he probably seems, but right now he can only think of how pleasantly dizzy he feels, and maybe lament the fact that he didn’t use this chance to let his hands roam over T’Challa’s magnificent chest.

“Wow, I… Dude, I think I want to move to Wakanda,” Sam manages to let out.

T’Challa laughs softly. “Happy birthday, Samuel,” he says, thumb still stroking Sam’s jaw.

“So, um…” Sam tells him, because hey, it is his birthday after all. He might as well. “If I were to ask you nicely… would you be okay with that?”

“Well,” T’Challa says, smiling. “This was just a happy birthday wish. Wait until you get your present.”

“Can’t wait to unwrap it,” Sam jokes, and then forgets how to breathe, because T’Challa is kissing him again.

wlw who used to strongly identify as lesbian but are starting to think they might be bi, or those who used to strongly identify as bi but are starting to feel like they may be a lesbian, you’re human. it might be a passing feeling, it might be compulsory heterosexuality, it might be all sorts of things that pass away with time, but it might not be. we’re human. sometimes we get it wrong. follow your heart and understand that your sexuality may be confusing, but it can’t ever be wrong! and sometimes, the people that protest “but you already came out as x!” just aren’t worth your time. even identifying as “questioning” forever has its own beauty, because it’s unique to you; no one can ever take that away from you.

-mod Whitney

  • Wylan: Alright, I call this...wonderful spot.
  • Kaz: You didn't bring a tent?
  • Wylan: Well I don't really go camping ever, Kaz, so I'm not gonna spend 150 kruge on a tent. I'm just gonna sleep on the floor.
  • Matthias: It's called the ground when its outside.

hux: *sneers in every photo, is greasy, full of bitterness and rage*



The Exalted Plains, Orlais 

“Dareth shiral, Tillahnnen.”