it was gonna be longer

pio-pio-arts  asked:

Do you enjoy so much to see gravity falls all the day?

is this asking why?? or if i just do?

well the answer the second, ive got gf on the mind 24/7 so i love lookin at stuff all the time

as for why, i dont really have a definite answer lol, i just really love gravity falls. the show, the story, the characters, everything. it hits all my sweet spots and i just cant stop loving it. (specifically stan and ford, just everything about their relationship and their pasts and their personalities, its the kind of stuff i crave and i love it)

like this for something bloody! length to vary. get something random or specify:

  1. your muse finding a Hannibal kill/kidnap/installation in progress
  2. your muse finding Hannibal injured/hunted/in danger
  3. your muse becoming a Hannibal kill/kidnap/installation
Going to get fired Zig x MC

Warning: Mature Content (not outright NSFW mostly nakey body parts)
Summary: MC is walking Zig out of the suite in the early morning, but he’s gonna be late for work anyway, might as well stay longer.

He followed her from her room out to the living space of the suite. It was both late at night or early in the morning, he wasn’t aware exactly how long he had been over for, but darkness still covered the sky. He had shown up to her door the previous afternoon with a venti iced coffee prepared just the way he knew she liked. After showing her gratitude inside her bedroom, they were now both walking toward the kitchen. She looked so gorgeous, he thought, her bare torso covered only by his almost translucent white v neck. Her long legs sensuous in each step swaying through the furniture as she’d glance back at him every once in a while. Her hair perfectly messy after the long night, adorned her face, making her irresistible.

When they finally reached the kitchen he remembered why they had trotted there to begin with. He looked over at the microwave that showed the time to be 5:59AM, man he was going to be late for work again. The gal he had been following stopped near the front door, her back arching on the left wall adjacent to the door, standing on her right leg she brought her left leg on the wall too. He couldn’t help but laugh at her “You stand like a flamingo” he quietly said between giggles. She rolled her eyes at him with a smirk threatening to appear on her face. He stepped closer to her and her fingers worked their way into the belt-loops of his jeans, knowing she didn’t want him to leave, his shirtless chest grazed his shirt she was wearing. Her lips reached up to kiss his jaw, he wanted to stay too, but if he called in now he would surely get fired.

He shook his responsibility back into his brain and stepped back, extending his hand out curving his fingers asking for the shirt she had on. She hesitated for a moment but understood he had to go to work, a second later she was pulling at the hem of his v neck. As she pulled higher and higher he stared at the skin his girlfriend’s small striptease was leaving exposed. Her skin still vibrant and naked from the night’s activity, his shirt was now over her head and off her body. As he stood there with only his bottom half dressed, a bit of realization hit him, they were in the kitchen of the suite she shared with 5 other students and she was completely nude.

Before he could react she folded out her arm and handed him his shirt, taking the white garment in his hands he quickly extended it to cover her body. Her laughter broke the silent suite as he pressed his body around hers to keep her from being exposed to anyone else. One of his arms now around her shoulder blades and the other covering her buttocks. “Everyone is asleep” she whispered into his ear, “Still” he affirmed “what if..”. A smile filled her face and her eyes closed tightly, “then there’s still a few feet until my room…anyone could see me from here to there”. “Now why didn’t you think of that before?” he teased her. She pouted her lips and moved her left leg around his leg almost to his waist, she pulled the thin barrier of cloth from between them and laced it around his neck. Now he moved in closer to her so her bare breasts were on his chest pressed against his dog tags, he chuckled and looked over at the microwave again. 6:03AM “Well it looks like I’m gonna get fired because of you” he whispered, bringing her right leg around his waist too. She adjusted herself as he peeled her off the wall, “Brandon is back from Peru” she joked mid biting his neck. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked back pretending to be offended at her witty remark. “That I’ve got you all to myself” she whispered raising both eyebrows and smirking at him.

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I have no idea if I’m doing this right…

anonymous asked:

ok but the other thing is like, the clips this week have been pretty long, and this week's is meant to be similar to last week's in length, so like ... we only have 3 mins of footage?? maybe a bit longer but what?? was not expecting to have this much this early on ....

its probably gonna be a longer ep? like.. it has to be, friday clips are always the longest??

anonymous asked:

Do you know how many more stops they're going to make/how much longer the tour is gonna go for?

Probably the tour will end in 2018. If so, they will release more tour dates

slavic languages gothic

You see a sentence written in cyrillic. Some of the letters are familiar. You see the meaning shimmering underneath the surface. You almost grasp it, but it slips away. The letters on the page mock you silently.

You know this Czech word. You’ve already learnt it in Polish. It is not the same word. It is a grave insult. Your slavic friends are shocked and embarassed for you when they hear you speak it.

There is a sentence in Croatian. There is a sentence in Serbian. There is a sentence in Bosnian. They are all the same sentence.

You have to write about your day in Slovak. You spend the night polishing the draft. You fail your assigment. It’s written in Czech. You don’t know Czech.

P is not what it seems. You have to remember that.

The Croatian sentence does not mean what the Bosnian sentence means. They both mean the same in Serbian.

That word has a diminutive. The diminutive has its own diminutive. The diminutive of the diminutive also has a diminutive. Nobody knows what the final diminutive of a word is. Some say the knowledge had been lost in centuries past and matrioshkas are the echo, the tangible warning left for us to remember. No living creature should hold the means of diminishing something into nonexistence.
Others say you may still find some of them in old soviet textbooks, if you dare to look in abandoned schools of Chernobyl.

Someone is speaking to you. Is that a he or a she? You aren’t sure. It’s an abstract concept. Why does it have gender.

You see a word in a dictionary. It has seventeen letters and only one vowel. You close the dictionary very carefully not looking at the phonetic transcription. The shape of it haunts you in your sleep. You wake up face damp with tears, a bitter taste on your tongue. The clock blinks 3:03AM. You do not dare look up that word again.

This word means the same thing in the five slavic languages you’re familiar with. You use it in the sixth one. That word does not exist in this language. It never did. There is now a word-shaped void in the fabric of this language. The natives look at you uneasily. There is a new quality to the silence and your palms start to sweat.

H is not H. H is not H. H is not H. H is not H.

One day you flip through your dictionary. A page is missing. What was the word? You can’t remember. There is pressure building at the back of your head. The clock blinks 3:03AM.

You write my name is in cyrillic. There are shadows dancing on the walls. They grow longer with each letter you write down. It is not cyrillic you’re using. You keep writing my name is. The shadows now bleed from the tip of your pen. It’s irrelevant. You need to remember the right letters.

N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not N is not… If only you could remember the letters. The letters are important. What was it, that wasn’t N?

There are nine different prefixes you can add to a verb to change its meaning. There are fifty three different suffixes you have to add to a verb to make it work. In the end the only thing left of the original is a vague shape of one of its middle consonants. You can feel the anguish radiating from the verb’s mutialted form. A desperate sob escapes through your clenched teeth. You’re so, so sorry, you didn’t meant to. You didn’t. It doesn’t matter.

You now read a text in Russian. You’ve never learnt Russian. Why are you reading that text? The words burn your eyes, the meaning searing your mind.

There’s a shot of vodka in front of you. You don’t drink alcohol. You don’t care. All existence is meaningless, your soul’s in eternal pain. A broken matrioshka lays at your feet. There is no salvation, she says boring into your eyes. You open your mouth to answer, but there is only a burst of harsh rustle. It dies in whispering echoes a moment later. Your glass is empty again.

kent parson has a reputation of being almost like a vegas cryptid. people will talk about the time kent parson thought they looked sad and let them vent to him for an hour or that time they saw kent parson give his flannel and sunglasses to a stray cat. theres also people swearing that kent parson challenged them to a burger eating contest. one person said he asked if they liked ducks and when they said yes he said “hold this for me” then gave them a duckling and walked away. he came back after five minutes, said thanks, then retrieved the duckling and left without explanation.

it’s 3 am and i should be sleeping yet here i am making klangsty videos lmao ¯\_(ツ)_/¯  

from the first 2 chapters of HGAPFY.

lyrics:

They couldn’t think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions

and all their might

and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls

against your rules 

against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors

Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, 

sleepyhead

(song)

in a world where you have your true love tattooed on one wrist and your sworn enemy on the other, and you dont know which is which...

CINDER
-k so her wrists are obviously kai and levana
-and when she was little she thought Kai was some terrible person she would loathe bc true love could mean romantic love or platonic love or familial love and Aunt Levana would never hurt her!!! Right???
-So she would follow around Levana, trying to spend as much time with her as possible, bc she knew her and Aunt Levana would have the most incredible aunt-niece relationship ever.
-hahaha but post-almost being burned alive, Peony is obsessed with Cinder’s wrists bc Kai!!! Like the prince!!!!!!
-meanwhile Pearl and Adri scornfully remind her that Kai is a common name, its probably some peasant
-and Cinder tries her best to stay impartial. Her gloves not only hide her cyborg hand but her tattoos as well, and she actually forgets about them for a long period of time….
-and then she meets the prince. And oh shit. Ohhhh shitttt
-cinder isnt the best at romantic interaction, and she cant tell if that was flirting?? He probably hates her, shes a cyborg…
-and the mission to figure out whats on his wrists begins
-but why is he always wearing long sleeves??
-and the night of the ball, she finally sees one of his wrists! and it says levana. Oh dear
-so all of a sudden shes in jail and kai and levana are getting married and her place is quite clear…but why is levana the other name on her wrist?
-so what keeps cinder going, all throughout scarlet and cress, is that they have to be soulmates. Theres no other way.

KAI
-hes got Cinder/Levana
-and when hes a little kid and hasnt met either, he always kinda hopes cinder is the true love because the name just sounds so much…warmer
-then the whole arranged marriage starts happening and kai’s like…idk bout this…but the wrists dont lie…
-but then he meets cinder and its just!!! marry me!!!
-and then he realizes it…one of these girls is his sworn enemy…
-shit shit shit shit shit shit shit
-but things seem to solve themselves when Cinder is arrested and becomes known as a terrorist
-except levanas definitely not his soulmate? Bc most soulmates dont want to kill you…
-and so its an internal battle because besides the wrists he knows both have glamours powerful enough to control his feelings
-some nights he lays in his bed and just kinda cries bc he doesnt know whats real anymore
-but when they kidnap kai from the wedding and theres finally some time to talk to cinder, she shows him her wrists
-and theyre like “either its u and me or we re fighting to the death over levanas affection”
-so that becomes an inside joke of theirs, and kais always like “hahaha im winning” leading up to his marriage w levana
-but they act like in love idiots throughout winter bc they now theyre soulmates

Thats kaider for yall, imma do the other ships on other posts to avoid longness

Don’t mind me, I’m just sitting here contemplating the difference between I don’t take orders from you and If I’m on the list, you’re on the list because just, like, think about that.  By the time Finn died, Bellamy knew he loved Clarke, right?  You can argue about it being romantic love or not, but she was definitely his Person by that point, and he when suggested going on a suicide mission she shut him down.  And he snapped I don’t take orders from you because, well, he loves her but his life is expendable and this makes the most sense.  And then she says because I can’t lose you too and he doesn’t really have a response.  He knew what she meant to him, but Clarke saying no your life matters to me is still a little too much for him to fully process.

But in 403, Bellamy has already announced his intention to participate in a slow-motion suicide mission by declining a place on the Ark.  He delivers the news as if it’s already been decided and Clarke once again challenges him, but they don’t really get into it until later that day.   He says okay, you want me to live?  Then you live too.  We’re a package deal now, and when Clarke can’t bring herself to agree, he writes her name for her.  He agrees to let her save him only on the condition that he gets to save her too.  He’s not even that surprised that she wants to save him and I suggest it’s because because he knows she loves him.  And now it’s Clarke’s turn to be just a little bit speechless as Bellamy makes it perfectly clear how much he loves her.

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m i n y o o n g i

Your image that has been neglected
Even then I didn’t know your significance
No matter where I am
You always defended that spot

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