just-a-few-of-my-favourite-things

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Simmons-Bond Inn - exterior

On our second night here a summer storm passed over.  I was finally staying somewhere with an outside, a nice view, AND there was a summer storm.  I couldn’t resist, I had to go out and sit on the porch swing for a while.

A while turned into a few hours.  I put on some swing music and got out a book, and eventually @purrdence and @penguinated joined me and we chatted into the sunset.

When people ask me what my favourite part of the trip was, despite there being many great things, I usually mention this evening.  It was just a chance to breathe and relax.

And to think, if I hadn’t developed an obsession with paratroopers, we would never have even known that this place existed.

Toccoa, Georgia
27 August 2016

My new meds make my skin throw a fit. It’s not terribly bad, just a few things here and there, but it’s bumming me out because I’ve never really had too many run-ins with acne.

My four-year-old sister, however, is under the impression that it’s just “3D freckles”, and that they look very, very pretty. She wants all of my freckles to “pop out”, especially the ones across my nose; they’re her favourite.

And it puts me in this weird position where I can’t say, “No, this is acne, and it’s bad,” because I don’t want to teach her that it’s a bad to have unclear skin, you know? I tried to tell her that my skin was sick because of the new medicine, but she was having none of it. She didn’t think they were any different than all of my literal, actual freckles, despite my efforts to delicately tell her otherwise.

Kids are weird.

The more I think about interactions I have with children, the more I realise that children will consistently compliment “flaws” until they’ve been taught not to.

Like, a kid at the library, whose sister has vitiligo, saw my scars once and suggested that his sister and I should be cats for Halloween, since I have “tabby skin” and she has “calico skin”. “I can be a black cat,” he immediately added. “It’s not AS cool, but they’re the spookiest.”

When I started losing weight, my little brother immediately demanded that I gain it back, because I wasn’t as comfortable to cuddle with anymore.

And my other little sister always wants to wear her paint-stained clothes to school so that “everyone can tell [she’s] an artist”.

I don’t know. I guess talking to little kids just reminds me that all of this superficial shit we worry about really is 100% made up.

Sometimes your artistic improvement is not only what your hands can do but also what your eye and mind can understand.

Few years ago I was looking at some works of my favourite artists and couldnt even comprehend how they are made. Colors, lightning, workflow - everything seemed so advance my mind was shutting off, just admiring the view but not understanding it.

Now - even if I’m not able to reach their skill or it would take me days - I can analyze and deconstruct all those “impossible” works. I can understand how they use light or color to achieve certain effects and file it for later use. 

Remember that your eyes and brain develop as well as your hand, sometimes at different speed. Looking and thinking about art has the same value as actually doing it. Have an artblock? Take some time to browse through your favourite works and instead of thinking how much you can’t do the same, try to understand how it’s done!

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a few of my favourite things ☆ (29/30) male characters: spencer reid

you know, that profile kind of makes it sound like schizophrenia leads to serial killing. you know, my mom has schizophrenia. there are many different types. catatonic, disorganized… just because someone suffers from an inability to organize their thoughts, or they can’t bathe or dress themselves, it doesn’t mean they’d stab someone in the chest thirty times postmortem.

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i am SO weak for slow burn fake dating AUs and this fic has provided just what i needed, i wanted to draw my favourite scene…! sorry for the choppy ending

the scene is a lot better written so please read it! and now i realize the bg makes no sense aaa

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I take photos sometimes, because Im afraid I will forget places and faces and happier times.
I am compiling my favourite photos that I’ve taken travelling, hitchhiking, and roadtripping across Canada & USA and will be releasing a thing (and a zine??) to go with it.
I just made a FB page (more for commercial work but whatever) if yall want to check it out that would be great. I will by working on it a bunch and updating it in the next few days.
Anywho, Ive been feeling bummed out lately so I decided Im finally going to show everyone my travel photos so yall can see how I see it.
Ok. Thats all. Thanks.
-devon

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a few of my favourite things ☆ (18/30) romantic reationships: jim and pam

four years ago, i was just a guy who had a crush on a girl, who had a boyfriend. and i had to do the hardest thing that i’ve ever had to do, which was just to.. wait. don’t get me wrong, i flirted with her. pam, i can now admit in front of friends and family, that i do know how to make a photocopy. didn’t need your help that many times. and, uh, do you remember how long it took you to teach me how to drive stick? i’ve been driving stick since high school, so… for a really long time that’s all i had. little moments with a girl who saw me as a friend. and, a lot of people told me i was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl i work with but i think, even then i knew that… i was waiting for my wife.

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Did the BRITS invoice you for that microphone?

“I don’t believe so. It didn’t reach me if they did. That’s like my least favourite thing, about that. I just needed to like, I don’t know where that came from. I remember we went out in Sheffield a few nights after that and I was talking to somebody and they were like "Why did you drop that thing?” She was like, “Did you mean to drop it?” I was like, “Fuck I don’t think I did actually!” I don’t know it was like, exhaling.“ (x)

Expensive (JaredLeto!Joker Imagine)

Silence.

Nobody was talking, they were all terrified to even breath too loud. Like they could get killed by a simple sigh. And oh they were right.

I threw a glance to Dan, Joker’s favourite henchman, and he looked back holding my gaze for a second. PAM! A hand hitting the desk in front of me made me jump in my seat.

—One thing. I just asked for one damn thing… AND YOU USELESS IDIOTS COULDN’T DO IT!

The little mistake that ruined the robbery at the bank were a few misunderstandings for lack of communication. Of course no one was going to say a word to explain it because the boss now was freaking mad and there was no return from there.

A cold chill ran down my spine and I looked at his eyes. Those baby blue eyes, almost grey that usually held so many emotions behind. But at that moment I just saw a body staring at me and those beautiful eyes were just that, eyes. All I saw was a person without soul, without brain and without heart. Just a simple and biological human body standing.

I was sitting behind the desk and he was infront of it, with his hands resting on the hard dark wood holding in his arms all the weight of his back. His posture was threatening, strong and bossy. All his body lenguage said he was furious. And his nosetrils slightly moved with his rapid breathes.

I saw a thought cross his mind and a second later he had raised up his right arm, ready to hit me. I instinctively closed my eyelids waiting for the colapse and I heard Dan releasing a breathe. After a few seconds nothing happened so I opened my eyes and saw everyone looking expectant and some of the guys even gave me pitying looks. My eyes moved towards his again and he was yet with his hand up and staring at me. His eyes still empty. He turned around facing me with his back.

—Another mistake like today and we are all fucking dead, in jail or in that bloody asylum, you understand? I won’t go back to that hellhole again! I WILL NOT TOLERATE ANY MORE FALLACYS! So I hope for the good of all this company, next time will be perfect. Am I clear?

A determinated chorus of ‘yes Sir’ was heard. Then he came back to the same position as before, infront of me.

—Everybody leave. NOW! —He stabbed his eyes on mine while he spoke, his voice thick and low, dropping danger with every word. I knew he was telling me to stay with his eyes. I knew him. And he knew that.

Immediatly all the men in the room left without a word and Dan gave me a last look. Oh fucking hell I was in so much trouble. Why couldn’t I just do things right?

My feet became the most interesting thing at the moment so I didn’t dare look at anything else. I felt him move around the room. Hearing his footsteps walking away from me and going to his comfortable lilac love seat. Minutes passed and I didn’t heard his heavy breathes anymore. I took this as a signal to peer at him. He was indeed more calm now, his arms resting on the arms of the couch and he was reposing with his eyes closed and his long legs stretched.

I hold the little brave in me and stood up silently walking slowly and cautionsly to him. I observed him a little more and decided to sit in his lap, knowing I could end in the floor at any instant.

No reaction.

I leaned in closer. A second of doubt and I pressed my lips against the pale skin of his neck. My eyelids closed at the contact. I loved his body as much as I loved him.

When I pulled back his eyes were waiting for mines. His expression was serious although his make up drawing a red smile.

I am sorry Mistah J…

Good. You should.

My lips pouted and I looked down. I hated making him upset. His hand took my chin and made me look at him.

You. You are lucky you are so cute, Puddin. Otherwise you would be alredy dead.—he made a pause and glared at me—Lucky you’… —he grinned while touching gently the tattoo on my skin with the words he just said. I couldn’t stop the smile on my face. I loved him so much.

—Chst chst, Puddin. I’m still mad for what you’ve done. This will cost you and it won’t be cheap.

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a few of my favourite things ☆ (5/30) romantic reationships: ben and leslie

in my time working for the state government, my job sent me to 46 cities in 11 years. i lived in villages with eight people, rural farming communities, college towns. i was sent to every corner of indiana. and then i came here. and i realized that this whole time, i was just wandering around, everywhere, just looking for you.

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Brett Dalton Appreciation Week | Day 5: Favourite Relationship
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“[Iain] and Brett have a bromance that’s a little embarrassing” - Jeph Loeb

+ Bonus Bromantic Flirtations:

this is one of my favourite journal entries from Eric; as it’s really about NOTHING, & he’s doing things and just seems happy…

Heh heh heh. I sure had fun this weekend. Let’s see, what really happened. Before going to Rock-n-Bowl we stopped by King Soopers and me and picked up some big ass stogies. We then went to Rock-n-Bowl and I had a few cigarettes and one of my brand new cigars. We then went back to ’s house where her mom had previously bought us all a fuck load of liquor. Personally I had asked for Tequila and Irish cream, Vodka got his Vodka, and there was beer, whiskey, schnapps, puckers, scotch, and of course, orange juice! So we had some fun there playing cards and making drinks. We eventually made it to bed at about 5 AM. Got up at 10, went to Safeway got some doughnuts and then I took Vodka home. The bottle of Tequila is almost full and is in my car right by my spare tire and right by the bottle of Irish Cream. Heh heh. I’ll have to find a spot for those 

- Eric Harris 11/8/98

can we talk about how Maya Hart is literally the greatest friend in the whole world.

I have seen many tv shows, many movies, many animations and they all had at least one really good friend, but Maya Hart takes the cake.

My favourite thing about Maya is that she actually puts her friends before she puts anyone else because loves them and cherishes them and just cares about them so, so much.

I’m going to name a few things that Maya has done that prove that she’s the best friend there is.

-When Farkle was being bullied, Maya was ready to hurt whoever hurt him.

-When people make fun of Riley, she makes sure that Riley is protected from the mean things they say

-When Zay wanted to impress Vanessa, she immediately thought to help him out without him even asking her to

-When Riley was being bullied, Maya put up with all the things she put her through because she only wants to help her feel better

-When she prayed, she prayed for everyone in the buildings around her to be cared for, she prayed for her mother and she prayed for Riley to have an endless supply of good days (she always keeps other people in mind)

-When Lucas was going to ride the bull, Maya showed how much she truly did care about him, even threatening to never talk to him again if he risked his life that way

-When everyone else left Riley and her belief, Maya stayed with her, even though she didn’t think it was a good idea, because she would never abandon her best friend, no matter what

-When Farkle found out that he might have autism, Maya immediately stepped up and tried to deny it, not wanting to believe that something might have happened to her friend

-When the group found out that Isadora was the one who has autism, Maya was there for her

-When those girls were making fun of Riley and calling her by something other than her name, Maya stopped them, threatened them even, because she didn’t want anyone to go after her best friend

Maya protects all her friends. Riley, Farkle, Lucas, Smackle and Zay. She cares for them more than anyone else.

And these are just a few of the things she’s done for her friends.

I’ve noticed that a lot of people say that Riley loves a lot, that if Riley loves someone she’ll love them with the entirety of her heart, while I’m not disagreeing with that, I interpret Riley more as someone who tries to find people to love. She looks for people. She said herself that she’s always been looking for her prince so he could love her and she could love him.

I think that Maya is really the one who, if she loves someone, she loves them completely, she cares for them, she protects them and she would never leave them. Maya doesn’t go off looking for people, Maya is presented with people and she loves them because they stay.

Maya has been left by someone, she knows what if feels like to be left, which is why I think that she wants to protect the people who stayed in her life, which is why I think that she loves her friend so deeply, because they never left her, they were always there for her, especially Riley.

I don’t think anyone will ever love anyone more than Maya loves Riley, whether it be platonic or romantic.
I don’t think anyone will ever be a better friend than Maya is.

I think Maya was written to be the most loyal, loving, kind hearted and caring friend in the world, and if that really was how she was written to be, then the writers did a remarkable job and I am so proud of their work.

Maya Penelope Hart is truly a masterpiece.

I think I found home in the spaces between his fingers, he holds my name in his heart like it’s made out of porcelain. I crave his hugs because even if it’s just for a few seconds, I can feel his touch and his arms around me. And I can be intoxicated by his scent. His heart beat is the last thing I want to hear when I go to sleep at night, I want him to make love to my ears and talk about anything he’s passionate about for hours, I’ll gladly listen. His voice has become my new favourite sound. It’s like I found my sweet escape when I’m alone with him, I want to cuddle with him, make him laugh, and make him moan. He’s my object of affection, my drug of choice, and my sick obsession. I want that boy like roses want rain, like a poet that needs pain, and nothing has ever felt sweeter than falling for him.
—  I just threw up some sappy words onto my tumblr page

One of my favourite panels of the early manga – this is only time Atem himself gives information about Ancient Egypt. It’s from Chapter Two, so it could’ve been an oversight (we don’t find out he’s an amnesiac spirit for ages), but I like to think he canonically remembers this.

Naturally, it’s about gaming. Atem speaks about quite a few gaming factoids throughout the series (often explaining things to other characters, and therefore the reader), but this is the only one that alludes to his origins rather than just his role as the game king. He even uses “we”, rather than “they” in regards to who used Astragali.

I just quite like how Atem forgets literally everything about Ancient Egypt – the country, his friends and family, who he was, his name… but he can remember ancient animal bone dice.