it's like floating or something

170905 baekhyunee_exo: 진실이 아닌 거짓을 믿지말아요 에리들 인터넷은 믿을수 있는게 많이 없어요. 거짓을 진실로 꾸며내기는 너무 쉬워요 하지만 진실을 진실로 증명하기는 너무나 어렵죠 . 내가 더 직접적으로 말하진 못해요. 알지도 못하는 사람들의 말을 믿지말아요 . 아무튼 우리 다같이 힘내보자구요!👍🏻 #6시#POWER #WeAreOne

Don’t believe in lies that are not the truth Aeris there are not many things that you can believe on the internet. It’s too easy for lies to be fabricated as the truth, but it’s very difficult to prove the truth is the truth. I am unable to tell you anything more directly. Don’t believe the words of people who don’t even know (the truth). Anyway let’s all have strength! 👍🏻 #6 o’clock #POWER #WeAreOne

Baekhyun comments:

#1 I wanted to type . (full stop) but i typed ㅋ instead… ><

#2 Guys, Power is really good

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Is it me or is it just weird that the most annoying attention seekers get the undying attention of the majority of the internet? People trying to make a living of their art barely get noticed and their art is usually 10x better than the people who complain about nothing? Just because you complain and get a lot of followers, doesn’t mean they care. You get a lot of followers then complain about not have friends and abandon those who had a great personality. 

Popular artist who complain then get hundreds of messages saying “oh we care” from people they don’t know should know they don’t. Then complain about getting used for popularity. I’ve been dropped by people because they got popular and thought I wasn’t as good as them because I didn’t have thousands of followers as well.

Everyone has something to whine about but its the internet. Who actually cares? 

Theres things I worry about like how I can’t deal with my bipolar disorder, how I’m afraid to tell my mom I got a boyfriend in Ohio, how much I hate moving constantly, blah blah blah. Y’all don’t care. Y’all don’t know me.

Anyway my whole message is, support artists who try. Support artist who enjoy doing what they do. 

it’s march 20th, 2018. the day has finally come. it’s 413 days past “january 2017”. hiveswap has not been released. homestuck is trending on tumblr, and everyone has their hopes up. another admageddon ensues, getting up to 1000 dollars on this momentous day. the hours tick by. 3 PM. 5 PM. 7 PM. the popular blogs are impatient and all hyped up, all with at least 99 asks about the game. at least 7 people are doing an hour-by-hour of today’s shitposts. that’s when you realize, you are not in hussie’s timezone. if there’s a midnight release you won’t be awake. lucky for you, there isn’t a midnight release. there isn’t a release at all. we must wait until 612 days past “january 2017” instead.

He leaves me these, freely given: a pebble dropped in to an endless ocean, a world blooming crooked on a hill, a fire that burns our shadows and keeps the chambers of my heart warm through winter. Gifts from the trickster boy, with downy hair and a cawing laugh. He offers me a bottle of wine made from maple lies. The sort you say to gently protect yourself from the future. “This is all we have left!” when there is more hidden under the floorboards. This is his fairy gold, sour off the land but sweet by the pebble, the world, the fire, the moons that rolled beneath his feet when he released them from the box, the suns blooming in his hands, daylight still caught in his teeth. This, the only gift that the legends have not prepared me for.  How can this hurt me when so many of these boiled down truths already flow in my veins? They keep my heart beating quiet enough that he can’t hear, a heart full of steam from a forest’s blood warmed by its limbs. Full of something like honey that I can float in and avoid any sudden movements. Swallowed with words is the future I am rooting myself to.

 Don’t give me the bottle,

I say,

give me the recipe, I want to know what I am made of. 

  Tap the trees when their blood rises to your cheeks. Boil truth over the right intentions for 29 out of 36 hours. Bottle while the crows sit on the roof waiting to drag in the morning. Add something alive. Come back 6 months later to find a taste you didn’t think would grow there. Suddenly intoxicating.

Come back,

I want to shout,

I know this already!

I know how to simmer my blood unrecognizable, how to place desire in a jar labeled nothing, how to leave it not quite forgotten under the floorboards. I can tell the gentle lies that bring a better future. I can believe them too. I can know “there is nothing there,” as many times as I must, can say it looking straight into his too-light eyes.  He came back before endless winter had a chance to really get going and I’m dancing barefoot in the snow. His voice is hoarse from holding the future in his mouth and I am teaching him chemistry but calling it transformation. He is unwinding a yarn tied to the southern sky and I am finding that maple wine is a fairy food whoever makes it. I am coming back to away, I am dizzy with returning, I am a maple key to this future spinning to earth, again and again and again. I leave him these, freely given: miles and labor and open windows. Each time I want to be the one to thank him, and with each impulse to do so I feel the balance of debt wobble. He breathes maple smoke sweet against my back and the crows take off. Yes one more spot of night against these skies, before the truthing of maple lies.  I leave the empty bottle when I go. 

[x]

anonymous asked:

Ok so my friends and I have a question about Mel. If he picks something up does it appear like it's floating to others since only Ganz can really see him? Or can he just not hold things?

Mel is forbidden to grab stuff.
Only, he play around with Ganz’s floof

(((DOES GANZ FLOOF ALIVE BECAUSE MEL WAS PLAYING AROUND HIS FLOOF?)))

anonymous asked:

So I've always had a thing for rare pairings in Harry Potter, like Draco and Ron, and Luna and Ginny (MY QUEENS), and Harry and George recently, because of agentmoppets latest few fic recs (great taste, that one) and when I told my friend, she thought I was on the extreme side of things, so she came to class one day, dropped a stack of papers in my hand that she printed from a school computer, and said, "I wrote you a fic about Ron/some Devils Snare" and honestly I still haven't recovered.

AHAHAHA BRO THIS IS TOTALLY SOMETHING I’D DO don’t even worry bout it

Actually tho what an amazing friend? She wrote you Ron/Devils Snare bc she knew you liked rare pairings, even though she thought it was extreme?? SOLID

My Lover Smells Like Fish (3)

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Alfred’s not really a pro at fish body language, but the merman seems kind of down the next few days. It looks a little bit happier when Alfred talks to it after work, but otherwise it just sort of lethargically floats around in its tank, like it’s given up on something important.

It kind of bothers Alfred and it sucks, but what are you gonna do?

“The cleaning staff aren’t in today, so take out the trash.”

“Alright,” Alfred agrees, kind of grossed out. It’d be one thing if it were normal trash, but it’s aquarium trash, which is its own level of nasty.

It’s early morning, crack of dawn stuff, before a lot of the main staff are in, so Alfred goes around the public areas and takes out trash that the cleaning crew didn’t bother with last night, which he knows is probably what annoyed Ludwig the most about them not being here today. After hauling out a dozen large bags of tourist garbage, he starts making the rounds in the employee only areas.

It’s pretty easy-going, smelly work, but it’s not very interesting.

At least, not until he lets himself into one of so many rooms he’s never been in before and finds the walls plastered with stuff about mermaids.

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there’s a real divergence in conspiracy of kings, since we stop seeing inside eugenides’ mind just as he’s at his most asshole-ish. so we have to either accept that gen’s kingship changed him, or blindly trust that gen will come through, like he has in the past. and, of course, trusting him works out pretty well, as it always does. but i find it so interesting to see the difference between readers who trust gen will come through and readers who accept him as a changed man, now disloyal to his friend

  • ochako pretending to need a tutor bc she is curious about bakugou and sort of wants a repeat to the sports festival to prove something 
  • she bribes him with spicy noodles the first few times along with some surprisingly helpful tips of her own (bc she actually knows what she’s doing but he’s too dense to notice) 
  • she thinks his anger and outbursts are funny and maybe kind of cute and he Doesn’t Like That ok 
  • bakugou thinks her quirk is kind of useless at first (bc he is a judgemental asshole like that) but they spar a few times and she’s improved a lot and has more tricks than he expected 
  • she uses her quirk like it’s an extension of her body, like its something normal everyone has, that floating bullshit, and fighting with someone who has so much potential gives bakugou a thrill he hasn’t felt in a long time 
  • she doesn’t hold back at all, laughs fully when she wants, eats everything in sight, fights like she’s dying and has to win, seems totally comfortable in her skin and its fucking annoying 
  • ochako feels so much exhilaration fighting with bakugou, he goes 100% all the time, she thinks she might actually be hurt every time his explosions reach too close, and it’s refreshing to be around someone who doesn’t tip toe around her because she’s a small girl, she can hold her own like the best of them 
  • he asks one day why she doesn’t train with deku and she could say all kinds of things, like how deku’s weird about his quirk and who mentors him, a bit secretive actually and she’s def curious about it
  • instead she says “because I like you, kacchan” with a big smile just to piss him off 
  • but instead of getting angry bakugou just goes quiet and flushes so badly, making a dismissive sound and avoiding her eyes

Golly, everyone’s got the scarves going on around here!

…this new one of Mirai’s looks oddly familiar though

Where have I seen-

-ah ha!!

anonymous asked:

PLEase lets talk about the way Louis walks. Hes just so graceful and elegant, its like he floats.

I KNOW I KNOW. There’s just something about the way he moves idek. 

Maybe it’s the way he walked straight into my heart and stole it.

He’s just kicking a ball but he does it with so much grace. He makes it look like art.

He glides. How?

He’s beauty and he’s grace

This honestly ruined my whole damn life and I want a refund. Look how he saunters over to the camera. What the fuck

Walking with a purpose. They look so powerful. It’s mesmerizing and I am intimidated.

And lets not forget, Louis not only floats on the ground, but he can also float in the air apparently Peter Pan!Louis is canon. Faith, trust and pixie dust.

Basically what I’m trying to say is Louis Tomlinson is magic. That’s the only explanation I can think of. It would explain why people swoon and coo over every little thing he does, even the simple act of walking.