idk i can't do this right

haggar is literally so interesting like her magic is so powerful and yet she still stays loyal to zarkon and lotor when she could idk??? fucking control the empire herself????? also with the bomb drop that shes altean it makes her past and connection to altea and her origin story so fucking interesting….. why do we even have prince snortor when the real powerhouse is literally right next to him……… when lotor drops dead quick i can’t wait for haggar to be the main villain……….. shes to powerful to not be it at one point……….

I’m pretty late lmao but happy may the 4th y’all

I’m not better, okay? I’m not better! And I keep waiting for someone to figure that out, and - they don’t! I mean, of course they don’t. ‘Cause as long as I say the right things and I act the right way, they’re happy because that means they cured me, right?
—  How did we get here? - Red Band Society
  • Jason: Oh, feelings? Yeah, I don't have those anymore.
  • Tim: What?! You can't just do that! What's the point in living if you can't feel happiness? Wonder? Love?
  • Jason: Or the sweet taste of revenge! You're right, Tim! What's the point in living if I can't enjoy such simple things?
  • Tim: Eh... close enough.

I grew up among those who sold the illusion of love, and then I was trained to make my heart cold in favor of the kill. Everything I have been taught says what I feel is wrong. Yet I cannot help it.

anonymous asked:

(1/3) ALLY!! Okay, i wanna write down a list of things that i really like about you just cuz. 1) your hair, it's such a soft brown and your highlights bring compliment it so well, 2) your eyes, they're the prettiest shape and they're so warm, 3) your smile, which is brighter than my ideal future, 4) your height, which is so petite and melts my heart, 5) your accent, which reminds me of home, 6) the way you draw eyes, which is just so unique to me, 7) the red tones of your art ofc

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Sanvers (4C) 

for you, my dear

Soupery’s Original Couples Meme

[Requests Closed]

the signs as texts taylor has sent me about sleeping
  • aries: "I'm going the fuck to bed lmao put me in a coma"
  • taurus: "nothing can tear me from the sweet embrace of sleep"
  • gemini: "it's 4am i can't deal with this right now"
  • cancer: "i feel like it'd be a waste to sleep but i wanna do it"
  • leo: "don't act surprised i love sleep"
  • virgo: "i hope i can take a nap i deserve this"
  • libra: "why am i still awake"
  • scorpio: "if i fall asleep idk how long i'll sleep for"
  • sagittarius: "it's 10 so it's acceptable to go to sleep now"
  • capricorn: "i'd rather be asleep"
  • aquarius: "okay i'm done i'm going to burrow into my bed and sleep"
  • pisces: "i could go for a nappy nap"

Clarke Griffin  Ishtar, goddess of love, war, sex, and power

“You wanted the Commander of Death. You’ve got her.

(inspired by @spacexualkids and this post)



“Fucking unbelievable.”

“You’ve said that more than five times today, Baz,” Simon answered him, “It’s not that bad.”

Baz simply huffed and kept writing the orders. This was unbelievable, they were making them work even under the warning of a storm coming their way. What kind of monster do that? Who do they think they are?, “I should sue them. I will sue them.”

“And how exactly will you do that?” asked Simon while he poured milk into a cup.

“Did you already forget why am I in this shitty job?”

“Oh, right” Simon smiled, “You want to become a lawyer” he thought that Baz was going to be a great lawyer one day. Give a lot of juries severe headaches. “Everything will be fine, okay? We’re in this together.”

Baz felt his stomach jump at the last phrase. He looked out the window and saw the tree’s branches moving in the wind, people running around with umbrellas under the light but non-stopping rain. The storm wasn’t the problem, he liked rain, liked to stay in his house reading a book or watching a movie while the rain poured outside. What he didn´t like was having to stay in a coffee shop until late in the night because his boss said so.

Yeah, he’s definitely going to sue.

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I knocked a tooth put yesterday and now I can't stop imagining natsume doing the same thing as he's running from a yokai - just tripping and knocking one of the front two put and everyone else freaks and gets super worried about him whilst he's just ???? (Idk mini thought)


Natsume falls abruptly, like his legs were swept out from under him, there one moment and gone the next. It’s a little funny, the way he’s always tripping over thin air, except that this time he lands with a sickening crunch. 

And doesn’t get up right away. 

And when Tanuma peels him off the ground, there’s a rock the size of Nishimura’s fist where Natsume’s face met the grass, wet and sticky with a smear of obscene red. 

Taki looks like she’s about to cry. Nishimura isn’t too far behind her.

“Oh my god, does it hurt?” he asks, hovering uselessly while Tanuma mops blood off of Natsume’s chin with a handkerchief he dug out of his pocket. “It looks like it hurts. Oh my god, Natsume.“ 

Natsume muffles something around Tanuma’s grip on his face and a mouthful of blood that sounds a little bit like “I’m okay.” Nishimura feels personally attacked by it. 

“So, from now on, you’re not allowed to say that while you’re bleeding. I’m putting it to a vote.”

Looking dazed, Natsume nods in the manner of someone who has no idea what they’re nodding to. His cat returns at that point from whatever place it took off to so suddenly, ruffled and disgruntled. It makes a beeline straight for its wayward charge, crawling over Tanuma’s lap to perch on Natsume’s knee with a proprietary air. 

Nishimura half-expects Tanuma to tell the cat it’s in the way, but all he does is quietly adjust his hold on Natsume and work around it. He even says, “Ponta’s back, everything’s okay now,” like that’s supposed to be comforting. 

It is comforting, though, somehow. Natsume curls his hands around the fat cat looking visibly reassured, and tension Nishimura didn’t even notice drains out of his shoulders, and he even manages a crooked smile when Taki reaches over to card long bangs out of his eyes. 

“Oh – your tooth!” she says, stricken. “You must have knocked it out.”

Natsume looks like a missing tooth is the least of his concerns, and Nishimura is with him there, in all honesty. But Taki starts searching through the soft grass, insisting Nyan-nyan-sensei come help her look, and some of the hard lines in Tanuma’s face start to ease away into warm relief when Natsume’s face is finally clean and the cut in his lip is no longer bleeding. 

He holds Natsume for a few seconds longer, anyway. Like there’s a tiny possibility that Natsume will fall again the moment he lets go. Nishimura pretends not to notice, carding absently around in the dirt for his friend’s missing tooth, and only glances up when a shadow falls over him. 

“I was gone for five minutes,” Kitamoto says, looking some complicated combination of exasperated and incredulous. “What could have happened in five minutes?”

“I tripped,” Natsume says thickly. He looks embarrassed, but nowhere near as mortified as he might have back when they were newly navigating friendship. He rubs a hand through his hair sheepishly, eyes light in the afternoon sun. “It’s always something, huh? I’m sorry.”

Taki smacks his knee with all the force of a falling autumn leaf. “Don’t you start, it’s not your fault you fell down. And look, I found your tooth!” She holds it up with a beaming grin, and Nishimura’s stomach twists as he takes in the tiny bloody thing between her fingers. 

“Ugh,” he says eloquently, and then, “That’s – that’s gross. You’re gross.”

Which isn’t something he would usually say to the girl of his dreams, and he winces the second it leaves his mouth. She gapes at him, and says, “I am not! The dentist will be able to put it back in if Touko-san takes him right away. Honestly, Nishimura, this is no time to be queasy.”

“I’m not being queasy, I’m just – okay no, no, get it away from me! Taki!”

When Natsume stumbles again, it’s because he’s laughing too hard to walk properly. But this time, with Tanuma on one side of him and Kitamoto on the other, he’s in no danger of falling. 

170310 Tae, Hoseok, Jimin CH+ Chatroom

* = typed in English

> No, someone made me a fool out of that game Rapmon hyung is.. (Tae)
> I won’t play it!!! I can’t!!! (Tae)
> hi* (Tae)
> I miss you (Tae)
> I’ll come back later, so let’s chat then (Tae)
> goon night* (Tae)
> d* (Tae)
> i’m chillaxing* (Tae? Hoseok?)
> rap mon me too soon soju call* (soon soju was typed in korean/Hoseok)
> let’s go all the way* (Hoseok)
> sojoo* (Hoseok)
> do u have recommendation? sojoo (Hoseok)
> I don’t know who are you, but it’s 4 AM in Korea. Go to sleep. Soju? What soju are you talking about? Who is this_Jimin (Jimin)
> The person that is sitting next to you right now (Hoseok)

trans: jhope-shi

I’ll never be able to move on as long as the air between us still lingers with the possibility of a future. I’ll never be able to look for a new happiness if there’s even a chance it might be standing right in front of me.
—  it’d be easier if you’d just said it’s done.