idk i did a b&w version and i liked it too :

anonymous asked:

i wanna start stanning pristin, but idk where to start lol

*cracks my knuckles* HERE WE GO

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This is so random, but I just thought of a hilarious hs westallen headcanon where Barry comes home from school, sees Iris making out w/ a boy on the couch, and drops his backpack really loud on the floor.

Startled, Iris & her guy separate, sit up, and turn to look at him.

“Oops,” Barry says flatly.

“Barry!” Iris says. The guy eyes him w/ disgust.

“I’ll be upstairs,” Barry says, still w/ no particular tone to his voice.

He starts up the stairs, the two of them eyeing him the whole way. At the very top, he says,

“Oh, I forgot. Joe is right behind me.”

“What?”
“Huh?” Iris and her guy say simultaneously.

The front door starts to open, Iris’s eyes widen in panic and she quickly shoves the guy out the back door. She’s still back there when Joe walks in the door - a difficulty b/c of the heavy backpack Barry didn’t bother pick up on his dramatic exit up the stairs.

Joe nearly trips over it when he gets in.

“What the-”

He glances down, but Iris is coming back now, all smiles and cheerful.

“Hey, Daddy.” She pops a kiss on his cheek, then glances down at what her father is looking at as if it’s the most offensive creature on earth. “Oh, Barry must’ve left that there.”

“Left it?” He raises an eyebrow dubiously. Barry carries that backpack w him everywhere b/c his whole life is practically inside it.

“It was heavy,” she says, not blinking or giving away anything in the slightest, b/c Barry may have rudely interrupted her make out sesh, but he also informed her her dad was coming home in time for her to get the boy out.

“I’ll go give it to him.”

She lifts it up w/ some effort, Joe eyeing her strangely the whole time, and somehow manages to get up the stairs, clutching at the railing the whole time.

“Welcome home, dad,” she says under strangled breath.

“Thanks, baby,” he says, his eyebrows still scrunched together in confusion & wariness. Eventually he just shakes his head & goes into the kitchen. “Kids,” he mutters under his breath.

Upstairs, Iris barges into Barry’s room that he forgot to lock and drops the backpack, breathing heavily. Barry glances up.

“Oops,” she spits out, but it doesn’t work like his did b/c she’s out of breath and clutching at the dresser by the door.

There’s a stare down for about a minute - him apparently unphased, her annoyed as hell.

“Thanks,” he says uncaringly and returns to whatever book he was reading.

Probably something sciencey she would never understand in a million years, Iris thinks.

But the moment passes, curiosity gets the best of her, and she wanders over to see what’s he’s reading, hesitantly hovering near his bed where he’s sitting.

“Shakespeare?” Her eyes light up. In HER class they’ve just started Romeo & Juliet, and she ADORES it.

“Mhmm.” Barry nods numbly. “Teacher wants us to act it out in class and told us to read it before we start tomorrow. She gave us parts and everything. She’s even bringing in makeshift costumes.” He looks up at her and grimaces. “I’m the lead.”

Iris smiles and bites her bottom lip, which annoys Barry but also has his heart racing.

Iris scoots a little closer and says, “I could read with you.”

He waits a beat, then shakes his head. “I only have one textbook. You’re not in the same class.

She shrugs. "We just started reading Shakespeare in my class too. No dressing up, but we have a lot of the plays in our book. Which one are you on?”

He sees she isn’t going to go away, so reluctantly he looks up and gives in.

“Midsummer Night’s Dream.”

She grins, dashes out of the room and is back in seconds, book in hand & make shift cloaks.

Because every character where’s a cloak in plays, Barry thinks sarcastically.

Iris flips through her book.

“Got it.”

She looks up at him. “Where are you at?”

He blinks. “I haven’t started.”

She leans over, her hair tumbling over her shoulders, and sees that he’s on the table of contents page.

“Are you even doing it?”

“Yes,” he lies because he doesn’t want to blush in front of her.

“Okay then, let’s do it!”

She’s too enthusiastic for him to deny her, and he’s got all of her attention now, so he obliges because he doesn’t want to lose that.

It’s weeks until Iris learns the truth, but the revelation doesn’t go down as bad as he thought it might.

She smacks him repeatedly in irritation, but since he’s taller, he gets the upper hand and tickles her until she’s crying and laughing at the same time and doesn’t care that he lied to her and she spent every night after school practicing dress up w/ him when she could’ve been making out w/ her “boyfriend.”

“You have to be punished,” she says after she’s finally caught her breath and he’s relented.

“Oh, yeah?” He’s grinning. “With what?”

Iris dashes up to her room and returns with a very dusty looking videotape that he wonders if she stole from some dusty chamber at school.

She blows the dust off it and then shoves it at him.

“You watch it with me.”

He takes it and looks - Midsummer Night’s Dream.

He smiles slowly. “THIS is my punishment?”

She smacks him once, so he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Okay, okay, I’ll watch,” he laughs through every word.

“I’ll get the popcorn,” she says, flouncing away from him into the kitchen without looking back.

He’s still smiling when he goes towards the TV, slips the video tape behind it and pulls out the updated version of the movie in DVD form and puts it into the player.

He enjoys seeing her jaw drop when she returns and endures the squealing b/c she didn’t know this version existed.

She plops onto the couch right next to him and leans her head on his shoulder and he decides dropping his backpack dramatically out of jealousy all those weeks ago was about the smartest thing he’s ever done.

Double trouble

(Ok I had to, this white hair and fangs Keith gave me an idea so here’s a short thing that if I see people likes it I’m gonna continue)

“Wow that wormhole trip was a thing from outer space” Lance said “Lance you did not make that joke” Pidge said making a face palm “yes I did” Lance said proud of himself “what in the world was that?” Keith said rushing in he was on the trading deck when they made the jump “i don’t know something happen to the wormhole is everyone alright?” Allura ask everyone was alright Lance looked at his boyfriend it’s been a month since Keith and Lance have been dating and Lance could still not believe it but it was true “well I’m gonna head to my room I need to refresh myself” Lance said and leave while his team chuckle behind him walking to his room Keith run to him “Lance what in the world was that?! What happe?” Keith said Lance blink twice shook his head and rub his eyes staring at Keith or well whoever this was that looked like Keith he had the same face but red eyes long fangs and a white mullet.

Lance stare at Keith for a whole dobosh until Keith snap his fingers “hello earth calling Lance? What happen the castle suddenly shake” Keith said “y-your hair” Lance said “Lance enough with insulting my hair” Keith said letting a grow out “Keith your hair is white!” Lance say Keith just gave him this odd look “did you dye your hair…wait you where back there with us in the control room how did you came from in front of me?!” Lance ask staring to panic “Lance what are you talking about one my hairs always been white, two I was going to the control room right now, three I came from the training deck” Keith answered, Lance slap himself “wow what the quiznak Lance!?” Keith said “I’m not dreaming” Lance said “Lance…ugh you know what I’m talking to shiro” Keith said and walk away but Lance pulled him to his room shut the door and lock it “ok ok the wormhole did something odd” Lance said looking at Keith “Lance what the fuck you’re acting weird” Keith said Lance thought that he might be hallucinating or the wormhole drove him insane.

Lance let out a couple of questions to white hair Keith questions only Keith could answered…he didn’t fail a single one “ok you are Keith but Keith have always have black hair purple eyes and normal fangs” Lance said “ok ok hold on so you’re saying that your ‘Keith have black hair but if you need me to refresh your memory you always joke that I look old for my white hair and when we discover I was half galra it all made more sense” Keith said and the worse part was that LANCE KINDA REMEMBER THAT!! He didn’t know why but it was little flashes of thing that white hair Keith describe “ok I can’t handle this on my own I have to tell this to shiro” Lance starts hyperventilating “ok so I’m gonna try to walk in normal I hope no one has their Bayard they’re gonna attack you if they see you oh geez why me? why me?” Lance said and Keith pulled him close and hugged him “babe shhh you’re gonna be able to explain them just fine ok?” Yep this was defiantly Keith Lance took a deep breath and head out of his room.

Once on the door he took another deep breath “ok stay out until I tell you ok? They might freak out or stay in shook like I did” Lance say looking at white hair Keith “I’ll wait” W Keith nod Lance walk in with a pale face “well hello Lance your refresh took longer than expected” Pidge mock Lance “yeah Heh heh” the team instantly notice the force laugh and turn at Lance, Keith walk at him “Lance? Is everything ok?” Keith ask grabbing his boyfriend by he shoulder “yes! Yes….kinda…No” Lance said “what’s wrong?” Hunk ask “Keith go with shiro for a tick” Lance said Keith just walk to his older brother never taking his eyes off Lance “so you all notice the wormhole was weird right?” Lance said “Lance did something happen did the wormhole do anything to you?” Allura ask “no no I’m fine the thing is while I was going to my room I found someone who…just see it by yourselves” Lance said “ok come in” Lance said and when he did the door open and a white hair Keith walk in.

Everyone was shock no one said a word they just stare at White hair Keith even shiro was confuse “wow you weren’t joking when you said I had black hair and purple eyes” white Keith broke the silence and bring everyone back to reality “WHAT THE QUIZNAK?!” Pidge yelled “Lance who’s that?!” Hunk ask “he’s…Keith” Lance answered ohhhh man this was bad “oh no HE is Keith” hunk said pointing at Black hair Keith “well yes he is but he is also Keith there are two Keith” Lance said everyone slowly staring to panic Keith stare at his white hair version the red eyes the white hair it was so weird it was a form he never imagine he will be in Keith snap out of his shock when Lance start to freak out trying to calm his friends down and explain Keith had to help his boyfriend to calm down before he get a panic attack “wow Lance Lance here calm down” White hair Keith said grabbing Lance hand ohhh hell no! Keith walk to Lance and pulled him “excuse you keep your hands to yourself” Keith said to W Keith.

“You mean your hands?” W Keith said the team looked at them “wow wow ok don’t start a fight you two” Lance said “ok let’s try to calm down” shiro said the team went to the dinning hall Keith walking with Lance really close to him it was uncomfortable walk this way but Keith rather trip that let that guy close to Lance, the team procede to ask some questions to W Keith he answered all of them correctly “yeah I did questions too he is Keith well not Keith Keith but he is a Keith” Lance said “I’ll do some questions” B Keith said “how old I am?” Keith ask “18” W Keith answered
“When I was born?”
“October 23 at 15:31”
“Where I was born?”
“Do you really want me to answer that?”
“Yes”
“Texas” W Keith whisper
“Fuck, yep he is me” Keith said walking to Lance “but how? How is posible for us to have two Keith?” Pidge ask “I don’t know all I know I was at the training deck then the castle shake everything was shining and I was on the floor I run to the control room but found Lance on the way” W Keith said.

“Wait you say everything was shining?” Pidge ask W Keith nod the team looked at Pidge she adjust her glasses and looked at Keith “you’re from an alternate reality”

TO BE CONTINUE(?)

(Idk maybe maybe not we’ll see)

anonymous asked:

i know this is like highkey unlikely and probably punched through with plot holes but for an extra angsty twist on Gansey being described as made of his friend's memories and all that debatable j a z z, it's possible that with Cabeswater's contribution, he is made fully whole as he's assumed to be in the books. but given his Gansey upon Richard upon Dick upon Known masks, it's safe to assume that his friend's assumptions and opinions on him would be varied and Never Quite RightTM (p1) >.<

So does Gansey now have different instincts and feelings at war with each other? Like, maybe even the simplest of things like responding one way to a joke when he means to respond another way, because he wasn’t paying attention and Ronan’s memories of him are at war with his own, and there’s two sentences locked and loaded in his mouth but only Ronan’s gets fired? Big things, too, like maybe he’s honestly ready to unload his emotions for once in his tiny, eventful life, and someone’s (p2) >.<

assumption that he would keep everything bottled up, or that he’s stronger than the rest of them, any basic kind of thought or understanding they had about his mental fortitude, is tying is tongue in knots and he’s getting so frustrated on the couch with Henry because he actually w a n t s to share in secrets and work through things he feels are slowing him down, but not even Henry can truly k n o w him now because he’s n o t him anymore, him is just a part of many he’s and it’s mortifying (p3)

Maybe, he thinks it’s just a frazzling side effect of death at first, and the lives he’s lived and the uncertainty he feels now that he’s back for Good? This time? With who he’s going to become and what he will take from the friends he admires??? But full days after his death, he’s still tripping over himself in four, five different directions, and oh no, everything makes as much sense as this can make, tell me again how you brought me back) (p4) >.<

But given time and concentration, the urges and contradictions quieten if he manages them, and it’s just like having multiplied voices of fight and flight, which he tries to liken to his experiences with anxiety. Ever the optimist, Gansey attempts to further understand his friends using their innermost views of him, and it’s not all terrible. Despite it feeling for the first forever long like a constant, skin-crawling invasion of privacy, it helps sometimes to look in the mirror and hear (p5)

Henry’s own voice tell him he looks distractingly like a dreamboat, and Blue’s aggravation at his beloved shoes. In some ways it makes him feel less intrinsically lonely, and some things they did get right about him. Blue always understood his emotions on the phone, and Ronan was the only one who had truly s e e n On Fire Gansey and felt that energy radiating off him, like there’s definitely things that he feels as Right in his heart and smile-cries his way through the night over (p6) >.<

Though it’s hard, and he feels absurdly guilty because this isn’t just their voices in him, it’s him owning their voices and consent is a really tricky thing, though they all Literally Could Not Care Okay Gansey You’re Alive That’s All That Matters End Of Story, he tells them all about his difficulties as best he can describe it, and they know to back off and give him time if he stops suddenly, reflecting on his words or an action with that furrow between his eyebrows (p7) >.<

What’s more is they know to distract other people from his sudden faux-pas! No one is used to Gansey’s humour he shares at midnight with Ronan being something that may just slip out in social situations before Richard Campbell Gansey III can step in, but they play it off like masters, and he’s so g r a t e f u l ok im really emotional right now (p8) >.<

and the gist is that sometimes Gansey needs to be reminded of who he is truly, and who he can grow into but he has really good friends and he’s trying and i love him and i just needed some angst on this good night, thank you for being a beautiful blog on which i can unload the gratuitous gansey centric and njfknaskjfn i hope you’re having a lovely day! ~ It’s inappropriate due to context, but I swear my IRL nickname is Bee (p9/9) >.<

Boi, you know Gansey-centric angst is my jam

There’s a LOT here, and there is so much potential for post-trk exploration whoo boy. B/C yes!! I feel that it is very unlikely that Gansey is “back to normal” after his second death and subsequent Cabeswater-related revival. Gansey has so many different masks, different faces and version of himself, that each of his friends most definitely do not have the same Mental Idea of him.

Like, just imagine Gansey sitting with everyone at Nino’s, packed tightly into their usual booth now that Henry has joined and Blue is on her work break. Gansey’s squished in the middle of Blue and Henry, facing Adam and Ronan and the multiple greasy pizzas laid out in front of them, and Adam makes an offhand comment about, idk, some Cabeswater-y theories, so Gansey goes to rub his thumb along his bottom lip in deep thought, as per usual. 

However, an inch from his lip his hand pauses, and his eyebrows furrow in confusion. The talking dies down as the group eyes Gansey warily, although Gansey doesn’t react to their curious gazes just yet. He’s too busy deciding if he should retreat inwards to think and theorize or instead jump at the opportunity to talk with excitement, eyes wide and hands gesturing frantically about magic and ley lines. 

He knows he’s done both before; he knows those are both reasonable, Gansey-like reactions, but… he can’t pick. It’s like he’s lost the ability to react instinctively. Or, more likely, he’s lost the ability to act on instinct because there are three or four instinctual moves he feels obliged to follow. Outwardly, he ends up frozen with a dead gaze for a solid fifteen seconds, unmoving and eerily silent, and then as if rebooting, his gaze clears and he launches into a long-winded lecture on ley line fractures. Nobody brings up his little moment, but nobody forgets it either. 

(whoop, there’s a quick lil snippet/ficlet? idk it’s short. BUT!! Feel free to send me HCs about this cause it is INTERESTING!!! I want to explore it further!! Also here’s big hug; I’m glad you enjoy my angsty, Gansey-obsessed blog :’D )

FOETUS TO THE MAX A'IGHT

tbh its not finished but i had to post it :)))))

okie to start we will begin with bradley will simpson

i thought id ease you in with a lovely smile bc holy moly u fine

i think someones been doin the marrajuanna

I MEAN LIKE FOETUS BRED WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER JUST LOOK AT THAT MUSHROOM

Y SO SIRIUS BRAD THIS ISNT YOUR JAIL PHOTO OR ANYHING

OH BRAD YOU REBEL PULLIN THE MIDDLE FINGER N ALL

IM PEEING OMG BRAD AND HIS CLIQUE  LOL THEYRE ALL CHAVS 

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