it was a feast for the eyes

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Please feast your eyes on the wonder that is Mr. Beef (aka Broccoli Salad)

(does anyone have any guesses as to which breeds he may be? He’s quite tall and has some marvelous speckles)

overwatch starters

 i play to win.  
❝  this is my curse. ❞ 
❝  wait for me! ❞ 
❝  your mother would’ve been proud of you. ❞
❝  let us hope for a different outcome. ❞ 
❝  sorry it’s such a mess in here. i-i wasn’t expecting company. ❞
❝  this is going to make you feel better. ❞
❝  the true enemy of humanity is disorder. ❞ 
❝  a steady blade balances the soul. ❞ 
❝  this is just like old times. ❞ 
❝  even here i feel an outcast. ❞ 
❝  think you can do my job, do you… ❞
❝  all eyes on me! ❞ 
❝  ooh, this is my jam. ❞
❝  got your aim from your mom, i see. ❞
❝  i’ll feast on your soul. ❞ 
❝  cheers, love! the cavalry’s here! ❞ 
❝   our paths cross for now. as to the future, we shall see. ❞ 
❝   we could’ve built an empire together. ❞ 
❝   ah. just setting foot here sets my soul at ease. ❞ 
❝  this time, stay down. ❞ 
❝  can i get your autograph? ❞
❝  why are you so angry? ❞
❝  ever get that feeling of déjà vu? ❞ 
❝  i am a different man now. i am whole. ❞ 
❝  over my dead body. ❞ 
❝   i’m on top of the world! ❞
❝  i’m patched up. ❞ 
❝  kids today with techno music. you should enjoy the classics, like hasselhoff. ❞
❝   what’s wrong? don’t you recognize me? ❞ 
❝   aren’t you warm wearing all that? ❞ 
❝  can’t stop, won’t stop. ❞
❝  i’ll race ya! ❞
❝   mock death at your own peril. ❞ 
❝  this time, i will finish the job. ❞ 
❝  death is an illusion. ❞
❝  look at this team! we’re gonna do great. ❞
❝  i am beyond redemption. ❞
❝   it looks like we will be working together. ❞ 
❝   you’ve rescued me again. ❞ 
❝  i will not be defeated so easily. ❞
❝  treasure? s-sure, i don’t know anything you’re talking about. ❞ 
❝  so this is what has become of you? a pity.❞
❝  you’re so amazing! you inspire me. ❞ 
❝  i miss him greatly. ❞ 
❝  there is nowhere to hide. ❞ 
❝  whatcha’ lookin’ at? ❞ 
❝  woo, nothing’s gonna stop me. ❞
❝  that was your dream, not mine. ❞ 
❝  what you call freedom is an illusion that causes more harm than good. ❞ 
❝  hehe, there’s something on your dress.. ❞ 
❝  you have been judged! ❞
❝   i have the upper hand this time. ❞ 
❝  traitor! ❞
❝  you will never amount to anything! ❞
❝  i’ve got my eye on you. ❞
❝  lot of memories of this place. they weren’t all bad. ❞
❝  the heart of a man still beats inside of me. ❞ 
❝  stay out of trouble. ❞
❝  step into my parlor said the spider to the fly. ❞
❝  one shot, one kill. ❞
❝  don’t think i’m happy about that. ❞ 
❝  now this place? makes me wanna be an atheist. ❞
❝  our world is worth fighting for. ❞
❝  you haven’t aged a day. what’s your secret? ❞
❝  ooooh, shiny! ❞
❝  oh, did that sting? ❞
❝  heroes never die. ❞
❝  where does it hurt? ❞
❝  you’re just a no-good bully. ❞
❝  i’m a one-man apocalypse. ❞
❝  you should look somewhere else. ❞
❝  you said you would arm wrestle me. nervous? ❞
❝  i learned that from my brother. ❞ 
❝  i hope nobody saw that. ❞
❝  on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain? ❞
❝  i’m not a miracle worker. well… not always. ❞
❝  this was once my home. no longer. ❞
❝  sorry! sorry, i’m sorry. sorry. ❞
❝  i remember being here. it was good for my tan. ❞
❝  wish i’d practice my japanese more, konichiwa! ❞
❝  you need a time out. ❞ 
❝  you might not want to tell your friends about that. ❞
❝  guess we know who’s really on top, don’t we? ❞
❝  with every death, comes honor. with honor, redemption. ❞
❝  a punishment for your crimes. ❞ 
❝  i will be on my best behaviour. ❞
❝  you think there’s something worth stealing in that temple? ❞
❝  people should be free. ❞ 
❝  you were never my equal. ❞
❝  death walks among you. ❞ 
❝   last i checked, i didn’t ask for your opinion. ❞ 
❝   you can’t be serious. ❞ 
❝   they’re back. ❞ 
❝   armor? how positively primitive. ❞
❝   now this is my kinda city, everyone’s free to live as they choose. ❞
❝   you need a time out. ❞ 
❝   die! die! die! ❞ 
❝   to think i would have to work with a street ruffian. ❞ 
❝   death comes. ❞ 
❝   one of these days someone is gonna to put an end to you. ❞ 
❝   that which doesn’t kill you…makes you stronger.. ❞
❝   well. you sure take to this bad guy thing easily, don’t ya? ❞
❝   aren’t you supposed to be dead? ❞
❝  i’ll tell you my secret if you give me your coat. ❞
❝   sleep. ❞
❝  never liked you much. ❞
❝  never leave a teammate behind. ❞
❝  together we are strong. ❞
❝  you won’t get rid of me that easily. ❞
❝  i don’t even think children are afraid of you. ❞
❝  i taught you everything you know. ❞
❝  it’s hard to just sit around knowing there’s someone out there that needs to be blown up. ❞
❝  i’ll put an end to your sad story. ❞
❝  you havin’ trouble keeping up? ❞
❝  i have destroyed more of your kind than i can count. ❞
❝ it’s a perfect day for some mayhem. ❞
❝  we’re all soldiers now. ❞
❝  give me your best shot. ❞
❝   you knew exactly what were you doing. ❞
❝   knock me down, and i’ll keep getting back up. ❞
❝   you always did have a high opinion of yourself. ❞
❝   i’m not a young man anymore. ❞
❝  still trying to play hero? ❞
❝  i sometimes wonder if your height is why you’re always in such a bad mood. ❞
❝  this is no place for children. ❞
❝  the world could always use more heroes. ❞
❝  looked in a mirror lately? ❞
❝  Me one, bad guys zero. ❞
❝  i’m gonna have to shoot you down. ❞
❝  this old dog has learned a few tricks. ❞
❝  another one off the list. ❞
❝  i love your glasses, so cute! ❞
❝  if at first you don’t succeed…blow it up again! ❞
❝  that’s for my family back home! ❞
❝  i’ve got you in my sights. ❞
❝  i’m the one who does his job. i’m thinking… you’re the other one. ❞
❝   you weren’t given those guns to toss them away like trash. ❞
❝   i will protect the innocent. ❞ 

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When you wish upon a Star ^^

I did this as an example for my art students on Friday when they were trying watercolors. I did it during lunch and it was a lot of fun even though the cloud is kinda meh. I like painting space. The original paper was more pale like the second one, but I darkened it and then couldn’t decide which I liked better, so here’s both :D

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His uncle Gerion liked to set him on the table during feasts and make him recite them. I liked that well enough, didn’t I? Standing there amongst the trenchers with every eye upon me, proving what a clever little imp I was. For years afterward, he had cherished a dream that one day he would travel the world and see Longstrider’s wonders for himself.
Lord Tywin had put an end to that hope ten days before his dwarf son’s sixteenth nameday, when Tyrion asked to tour the Nine Free Cities, as his uncles had done at that same age. “My brothers could be relied upon to bring no shame upon House Lannister,” his father had replied. “Neither ever wed a whore.” And when Tyrion had reminded him that in ten days he would be a man grown, free to travel where he wished, Lord Tywin had said,No man is free. Only children and fools think elsewise. Go, by all means. Wear motley and stand upon your head to amuse the spice lords and the cheese kings. Just see that you pay your own way and put aside any thoughts of returning.”

Jack first notices Bitty on Halloween. 

He doesn’t know who the kid is, at first. All he sees is a small, blond first year with bright eyes and a frown frozen on his face as he picks at the pies on the table. All the other Hufflepuffs are happily digging into the feast, but this first year is upset and displeased and Jack is all the way at the Gryffindor table, but he wants to go over and make the kid smile.

So he does.

Well, after the feast.

“Hey!” Jack calls out as he runs to the kid, as Shitty and the rest of the Quidditch team stare at him like he’s been possessed.

And maybe he has been possessed. He’s kind of a shitty Gryffindor, all shy and insecure and gruff and an introvert. He’s the complete opposite of his best friend and his team. He never approaches new people, barely approaches people he knows. But there’s something about this kid…

“What?” the Hufflepuff asks defensively, tensing up at Jack easily catches up to him. Merlin, he’s so small.

And wow, Jack really didn’t think this through.

“I-you-um…” 

The Hufflepuff raises an eyebrow, but he relaxes. “Are you okay?”

“Yes! Are you okay, though…I mean, you were frowning all through the feast and you’re a first year-”

“…Why were you staring at me during the feast?”

Shit, that made him sound like a creep. “You were the only person frowning.” Nailed it.

The Hufflepuff shrugs, looking down at his feet. “The pies were all wrong.”

“What?”

“The pies!” the kid huffs, glaring up at Jack, “they were stiff and bland and lukewarm and those aren’t pies.”

Jack blinks. “Have you tried talking to the elves about it?” That was an easy fix.

“Elves?” the Hufflepuff blinks, “elves exist!?”

I- are you a Muggleborn?” That would explain why he hadn’t recognized Jack. It’s usually the muggleborns that don’t recognize his face that looks too much like his father’s sometimes. Great Bob Zimmermann, savior of the Wizarding World and Quidditch player, and his son, just Jack.

“Yeah?” the kid looks at him with trepidation. “Is that a problem?”

“No!” Jack exclaims, “no, it’s fine! You just seemed surprised! But yeah, there are house elves that work the kitchen! They’re…actually right by the Hufflepuff dormitory if you want me to show you.”

The kid smiles for the first time that night. “That’d be swell!”

“Right,” Jack starts to walk towards the kitchens, trying to walk slow enough that the kid can keep up. “By the way, my name is Jack. Gryffindor.”

“It’s Eric, Eric Bittle!” the kid, Eric, says, walking with a spring in his step. “But you can call me Bitty. It’s what, uh…Johnson, it’s what Johnson calls me! I’m a Hufflepuff, obviously. Johnson is my prefect and you probably already knew that-”

“Nice to meet you, Bitty.” The babble was kind of cute.

Wait shit.

“Pleasure to meet you, Jack!”

Jack first notices Bitty on Halloween, but it wouldn’t be the last time he’d notice him.

o n e  d a y

                                                              - October 31st, 1971 -

      Lily couldn’t fall asleep, her eyes were still shining from all the beautiful things she has seen tonight. Her first wizard Halloween… She was going to remember it for years. A huge smile covered her face as she recreated, in secret, every minute of the night. The ghosts. The feast. The joy. The laugh. Tomorrow she’ll write it all to her parents. Finally, she drifted to sleep, exhaustion taking over even with her best attempts to fight it.

                                                              - October 31st, 1972 -

      Lily was angry when she went to bed. Everything was ruined. Her favorite day of the year. Ruined. For some idiots’ amusement. Who could think that an explosion of pumpkin juice in the Great Hall was a good idea? Who? The Marauders of course. Potter of course. They earned their detention all right. Stupid boys and stupid Potter and stupid Potter’s comments about her needing to have fun for once. She would have had fun if not covered in pumpkin juice. Stupid Potter. Sleep took her as she cursed his name once more.

                                                              - October 31st, 1973 -

        If Lily could have stayed in Hogsmeade forever she would have. This first trip to the small village had been almost as good as the first time her feet walked the Hogwarts’ ground. She first went to Honeydukes with Marlene who heard about it from her cousins and dreamed to go since she was five. The girls hadn’t been disappointed a bit. Then they simply walked through the streets of Hogsmeade and stopped at each shop that seemed interesting. Then Lily joined Severus at the Three Broomsticks. They talked for hours before moving back to the castle. It had been so simple but so great. Lily couldn’t wait for the next trip there. That night all the girls of the dormitory talked and talked about how great the place was while eating all the sweets they bought. The excitement slowly quieted down and the girls felt asleep one by one. Lily probably was the last one to but the last thought she remembered was how lucky she was to live in this amazing world, like the ones she had dreamed about when she was little. She was smiling when she fell asleep.

                                                              - October 31st, 1974 -

        They didn’t exactly know how, but all the fourth years Gryffindors found themselves in the common room after the feast that night. They all get along well and they all loved Halloween so it seemed natural to continue their celebration. Even if it only involved some sweets from Honeydukes and tales of ridiculous but so funny stories. James was in the middle of telling one and he talked with his hands, all his body was animated. He was laughing before telling the good parts and his laugh was infectious. The boys were laughing at him and the girls were laughing fondly. Lily was somewhat mesmerized by the boy. She couldn’t look away from him, the way he really got into his story, the way his hands moved telling the story on their own way too, the way his eyes were bright, with laugh in them, the way his lips moved perfectly when he talked. Lily was in her own world for a moment and when she went to bed, she dreamed about his eyes and lips.

                                                              - October 31st, 1975 -

         Lily wasn’t sure how the Marauders managed to bring butterbeer and firewhiskey back into the castle but she couldn’t care any less. The Gryffindors threw an after-feast Halloween party this year and she was having fun. She probably had drunk a little too much butterbeer but it was fifth year and she was a prefect and teachers already drowned them into homework. She could have a night off. Just one night off. She felt more than she saw James approached her. All right, Evans? And she swore she could hear his smirk in his voice. Peachy. And she giggled. And she saw James’ smirk turned into a real, bright smile. She was very warm suddenly and when she locked her eyes on his, she smiled back, all teeth.

                                                              - October 31st, 1976 -

      The feast had ended and Lily was trying to make her cries unnoticed. Hiding in an empty classroom she was hoping nobody would come. But of course her wishes couldn’t be respected. Of course one James Potter would find her and come to her. She tried to wipe her tears but she reazlized that it was useless, he had already noticed she was crying. Never in her life she heard him speak with such a gentle and soft voice. Are you okay, Lily? Do you need anything? Please tell me how I can help you. He had settle down next to her and made an awkward attempt to confort her rubbing his thumb on her shoulder. She leaned her head on his shoulder, whispering through her tears that Severus Snape was a real idiot. He didn’t respond and she was glad. He just hugged her on the side and let her cry. They finally went back to the dormitories. Before climbing the stairs, Lily pressed her lips against his cheek, a silent thank you.

                                                              - October 31st, 1977 -

      Her heart was racing and she couldn’t sleep. She still had butterflies in her stomach, she was both nervous and perfectly peaceful. The novelty of everything still affected her. She took a deep breath to calm her heart, she repositionned herself so she was in a more confortable position. The blanket was lift then and James joined her on the bed. She shifted, they were both on their side, looking at each other. James wore a small and calm smile and he was looking at her with such adoring eyes that all nervousness left Lily’s body. She leaned, still a bit unsure, and pecked his lips. James’ hand immediately cupped her cheek to keep her there a little longer and she sighed against his lips. Everything was still very new but everything was wompletely worth it. She opened her eyes when the kiss ended and smiled at James. He whispered a soft ‘goodnight Lily’, she rested her head on his chest and his hand found her waist. She never slept as well as that night.

                                                              - October 31st, 1978 -

      Before Lily could fall asleep, James was knocking on her window. Of course she let him in. It was her last night in her childhood room. It was her last night in her house, her home, for she was to leave the next morning, finally beginning auror training. But she got used to sleep in James’ arms and she had missed it. When he showed up at her window, she opened it in hurry and kissed him immediately. She told him to be quiet, her parents were sleeping in the room next to hers. They just went to bed, side by side, legs tangled, holding hands, starring into each other’s eyes. They smiled as they drifted to sleep.

                                                              - October 31st, 1979 -

      Lily didn’t fall asleep. She didn’t try to. She was waiting for James. She was waiting. She paced, looking at the clock every few minutes, worry only increasing with each of them passing. She cried too. Because she was afraid. Because she was tired. Because she just wanted to hold him in her arms, make sure he was okay and with her. He came back at 6 am the next day, looking more exhausted than Lily has ever seen him. She threw herself in his arms and tightened her embrace as much as she could. He ran a hand through her hair, softly murmuring words of reassurance. They fell into the sofa and spent a day there just hugging each other, glad to be okay.

                                                              - October 31st, 1980 -

      Lily found sleep in a minute that night. It was cold and her blanket was warm. Her husband next to her was sleeping already when she went to bed. It was both his warmth and his soft snoring that drew her to sleep. She was asleep in a minute, fully aware that their little boy was going to wake them up in a few hours. Already far into torpor, she snuggled up to James, his arms instinctively wrapped aroung her and put her closer. She signed in contentment. Life was hard but life was also beautiful. She was happy.

                                                              - October 31st, 1981 -

         She saw a green light that night and she didn’t exactly fall asleep. Lily just fell, like her husband before her.

Crash

@talortut​ asked:  Hi! I love your blog <3 If you’re still taking requests, I would love to see some sick/hurt/exhausted/whatever Lance with the line “You’re gonna crash" from the starters. :)

((Thank you for the prompt SOMEHOW THIS TURNED INTO A 2400K LANGST/ KLANCE FIC BUT LMAO))

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If you click around on YouTube long enough, you’ll stumble across a weirdly specific genre of videos with absurdly high view counts. Like this one, which opens with a crudely rendered Spider-Man standing atop a building while a woman recites “Itsy-Bitsy Spider” over and over and over.

Keep watching the video, and you’ll soon feel like you’ve fallen out of the world and right into some strange, Dadaist nightmare. Feast your eyes on Spider-Man seducing Lightning McQueen before taking him out for a spin around town.

It appears the video was made using a GTA IV mod, but the way all the pieces are put together is unnerving, to say the least. It’s more than the fact that the walking animation they used for Spider-Man is clearly a female one, or the unblinking presence of the Lightning McQueen car, or that Spider-Man’s main mission in the video is to go shit his tights in a Cluckin’ Bell restaurant with that sing-song nursery rhyme playing the whole time.

But let’s not stop there – we’ve come so far. Here’s the Hulk performing an exotic dance for Spider-Man, Batman, and Superman to the tune of “Do You Know The Muffin Man,” before he realizes the madness of the situation and throws a couple of Cars characters off a roof, because why the shit not:

And there are so very many of these freaking things, each one an orgy of infantile earworms and copyright violations.

5 Mind-Meltingly Creepy Corners Of The Internet

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Countdown to Owaranai Seraph 4 in 2…
Guren+Shinya edition.

Here’s your laughing Shinya ヾ(≧∇≦)ゞ
My gifs, please don’t repost anywhere, thanks.

i. You are beautiful. No, not pretty. No, not like just the flowers. You are beautiful like the ocean. Deep and full of hidden beauty underneath.

ii. You are the best thing that happened to me. Like a celebration, like a feast. You are a daily event that I would never get tired of. You made everything worth the fight.

iii. You are enough. Or more than enough. Like an overflowing excellence. Whatever you do is magic to my eyes, you are magically clearing out hates and curses.

iv. You are a gift from God. A spinning cloud of surprises. You are a gift. You are my present and we are the future.

v. You can do it. You are the most beautiful competitive beast. Go on, reach for the stars, no one can stop you.

—  Keith Torres, 5 Things Every Girl Would Love To Hear
I am the girl who wears rose-colored glasses. Child-hearted, with birds inhabiting my ribcage and the porcelain rungs of my spine. Flowers grow out of my eye sockets and mouth. I breathe out lavender, I breathe out poppies, I breathe out violets. At night, I put my rose-colored glasses on the nightstand. I feel like an empty milk carton, remains curdled. I talk to the moon, I talk to the butter yellow ceiling, I talk to the sway-swaying trees that cast shadows on the walls that look like long, spindly arms that want to snatch me away. I can feel my heart, vibrating and shaking and alive. I grit my teeth. My heart feels like a wide open mouth, feasting on youth that tastes like bubblegum and spit. And in the morning, I put on my rose-colored glasses and I am a lamb, a saint, a good witch.
—  Zoë Lianne, “a lamb, a saint, a good witch”
a yuri on ice post if it were 2012

when yuuri makes last place at the GPF and cries in the restroom

whenever yurio speaks

whenever victor and yuuri have a scene together

when yuuri angrily responds to victor asking if he’s had a lover before

when yuuri says they should end things

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when season 1 ends and you have to wait for season 2