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I wanted to say thanks for everything one more time. Thank you for all the smiles, laughter, and fun times you’ve brought me and others over the years! You said it yourself Iwata, that’s what games are all about.

I drew my personal favorite games and the ones that had a big impact on me that Mr. Iwata produced. There’s a whole lot more I could have included, but this is just some of ‘em. 

Love and miss ya so much dude. God Bless. Rock on, buddy.

Hello. Name’s Cynthia. She/Her pronouns. Transgirl. I know I don’t look much like a girl; that’s because I haven’t been able to transitioning yet. But I thought I would do this anyways. Feel free to talk to me anytime though! :)

I am honestly so shocked…Cynthia passed away yesterday on 1st of April..
She will always be my favourite beatles wife and not because she was married to a beatle but because she was an amazing person in her own write!An amazing,loving and caring mother,a great artist and just a wonderful,sweet,smart and kind person! RIP Cynthia you will be missed dearly by many! Thank you for being an inspiration!


Hai everybody, Cynthia here! So for a while I’ve been thinking about doing a follow forever and now that I just hit 1.2k (woo!) I decided to make one!

I know for sure I missed out on a lot of people so if we’re mutuals or I’m following you then I’m sorry that you’re not on here! Here’s my blogroll because I missed like half the people I was supposed to add~

It literally took so long to do the banner/gif omg but I think all my hard work paid off because I really like it! I hope you guys do too! <3 

If you’re bolded, hover over your url for a cute little message! c;

# - B

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C - E

chii-sweets » chlominnie » coffeeloverkun » creamy-hime »  cute-korean-fashion » cutieii » cyurei » d-i-o-n-e» dicey-nyan » esstime » fandeuci » fashion-and-seoul » frand-of-grimmie » furashu-yen » fuuie

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irl friends yo check em out!!

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I’m sorry it’s so shit though omg Thank you so much everybody for making my tumblr experience so far wonderful! I love you all <333

Anon Request- Isaac Lahey Imagine

This is my first ever Isaac Lahey anything, so I hope I didn’t disappoint. Thank you so much for the request!

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“Isaac! Isaac, over here!” chanted Cynthia. You had absolutely despised Cynthia Carter right from the moment you met. Cynthia, while physically she was beautiful, had one of the ugliest personalities you had ever come in contact with. She would do anything to make other people look bad, and was about to do just that to you.

“H-hi Cynthia,” Isaac answered shyly.

“Ooh, Isaac, I know someone who has a crush on you,” Cynthia taunted.

“W-who?” the timid boy inquired.

“It’s (Y/N). She loves you,” replied the malicious girl. Isaac looked over to (Y/N), wide eyed. You, however, were mortified.

You stared at the pair, slack-jawed and disbelieving. Why would anyone ever do this to you? How did she even find out? You had never told anyone about your crush on Isaac; you weren’t embarrassed, you just didn’t think it was necessary to tell people about it. You were trying to prevent something like this from happening.

Cynthia stood there, staring maniacally at you, her signature smirk plastered on her face. Isaac was looking at you with an unreadable expression. He began to step towards you, a small smile on his face. You followed your instincts and did the only thing you knew how to do: run.

You ran and ran, deep into the woods, settling upon an area surrounding a small pond. There were large, flat rocks scattered around the small shore of the water, and you decided to sit and rest on one. You were far too deep in the woods for anyone to find you, so you sat down, holding your face in your hands, and cried- no, sobbed- about what had just happened. How could someone be so terrible? You wholeheartedly believed that there was no way Isaac felt the same way about you, and you were beginning to accept that.

Over your loud sniffling, you heard the distinct sound of leaves crunching behind you. You whipped your head around and looked for the cause of the unpleasant noise. At first, nothing unusual caught your eye, so you turned your head back to its original position. Just then, you heard a voice.

“(Y/N)?” The sound was so familiar. “Are you okay?” Isaac. It was Isaac. He had come after you! But why? What was he here for?

“Y-yes,” you choked out. “I’m alright. You can go now,” you replied sadly.

“Why would I leave you? We have so much to talk about?” He replied smoothly.

“What do you mean?”

“Well,” he started. The boy was slowly moving closer to you. Gesturing to the spot next to you on the rock, he politely asked, “Is this seat taken?” You shook your head, indicating it was free.

“I’m really sorry about that,” you atoned. “I don’t know why Cynthia would say something like that.”

“Oh? So it wasn’t true then?” he inquired, hurt seeping into his voice.

“No way,” you replied shakily. Isaac’s lips quirked up at the corners, his eyes sparkling mischeviously.

“You’re lying,” he bluntly stated.

“What? How could you possibly know that?” Isaac took a deep breath.

“I can hear your heartbeat,” he replied. “It jumped when you said you didn’t like me. You were lying,” he smiled.

“I was not!” you exclaimed, receiving a pointed look from Isaac. “Okay, I was. I do like you. I have for a while,” you said sheepishly. “But wait…how can you hear my heartbeat? That’s not even possible! You totally just tricked me into admitting that I like you! You sneaky little fox.”

“It’s funny that you would compare me to an animal, (Y/N). Yes, I am an animal. But not a fox,” he articulated. You were beyond confused now.

“Isaac, what the hell are you talking about?”

“Okay, (Y/N), I’m about to show you something. You have to promise that you won’t tell anyone,” he said, releasing a deep breath.

“I won’t. You can trust me. Just please tell me what the hell is going on?”

“Alright, okay. I just want you to know that I’m doing this solely because I like you. I like you a lot. And I don’t want you to be scared of me. Please don’t be scared of m-,” you cut him off by pressing your lips to his.

“Get on with it, Lahey,” you responded, smirking slightly, trying to ignore the butterflies fluttering in your stomach. “I promise I won’t be scared of you. How could anyone be scared of you?” He smiled at this before sighing loudly and standing up from his position on the rock.

“Here goes nothing,” he muttered.

Suddenly, his normally azure orbs were glowing gold. Hair began to grow from his cheeks and his hands, and his pearly whites were replaced with sharp fangs. His nails– which were typically chewed down to the nub out of nervousness– were now pointed and long. They weren’t nails, they were claws. His ears grew pointed, completing his transformation.

You took in his entire appearance, somehow not even feeling the urge to scream. What the hell was he? Some sort of lycanthrope? It was extremely surprising to you that you weren’t even scared of the beast in front of you, typically, everything frightened you. Despite his extremely scary appearance, you still saw that same Isaac Lahey that you knew so well behind his gold eyes.

Slowly and carefully, you stood up from your position and began to walk over to the boy you adored. You reached for his hands, which were now covered in fur, and smiled at the absurdity of it all.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked. “Aren’t you afraid of me? I’m a monster,” he sounded so ashamed, the sadness in his voice breaking your heart.

“You’re not a monster, Isaac. You’re perfect,” you murmured, reaching your delicate hand up to caress his cheek. He nuzzled his face into your hand, truly loving the affection he was getting from you. You had both wanted this for so long, and now it was finally happening.

“You’re amazing, (Y/N). Thank you for accepting me,” he stated shyly.

“Of course, Isaac. I’ll accept you no matter what. I do like you a lot,” you replied.

“I feel the same about you,” he responded. Once again, you leaned up and pressed your lips to his. You felt his fangs disappear, as well as the hair on his cheeks and hands. You hooked your arms around his neck and he placed his hands on your cheeks. Pulling away, he rested his forehead on yours.

“I never thought I’d say this, but thank god Cynthia is such a bitch,” he smiled. You let out a loud giggle at this. He was right; if Cynthia wasn’t such a horrible person, you two never would have come together like this. Pressing another short peck to his lips, you grabbed his hand in yours and began to make your way back to the school.

“I completely agree. Now, let’s get back to school and thank her in person,” and with that, you two were off.

Thank you all. 

Every post I have received has been made. 

Thank you for making people smile. 

In the four (Yes four…I had deleted the original version of this blog) years of doing this…It never stops making me happy. 

I can guarantee every, single post here is real. 

I posted for the first time this week and the people I posted about know who they are. 

Nothing is made up…Every post is sincere. 

Yes, I could just post the words without any picture…

But those pictures are my gift to you. 

A little extra smile with every post. 

If you submitted a post and have not seen it here…

PLEASE let me know and I will post it right away. 

Until next time…

Thank you…

And don’t forget to keep spreading the love. 

Love, 

Cynthia

we’ve wasted our lives

Missing scene? Lol prob not, but a scene I truly wanted out of this arc as a parallel to this amazing scene and their dynamic in this:

Gif credit to the lovely @freifraufischer (thank you!)

Tagging @capitaine-odette (I’m sorry this probably isn’t the type of Hooked Queen fic you wanted lol) and @the-omega-finiens who shares my love for them!


The sea in the Underworld is stagnant yet it’s nothing short of chaos. Killian tries hard to focus on the still water, on the slight breeze in the air, or at the very least, the smell of salt from the sea, but all his mind registers is the redness of the sky, the eerie silence, the ever-present mist, and the feel of death in the air.

He notices a set of footsteps behind him – it’s not Emma, he knows, he can feel it – so he decides to ignore them, not in the mood to talk to any fellow dead person. Until that very much living person stops beside him, her shoulder lightly brushing his.

“Glad to see your brooding habits are still intact” Regina mumbles, a sort of forced snark in her voice as compared to the natural way it flows through her usually.

Killian turns to her then, catching her exhaustion in the way her shoulders are dropped, her eyes blearily staring ahead without the usual fire in them, and the frown lines appearing on her forehead.

A flash of guilt courses through him at the sight – knowing it’s this entire mission to save him which has caused her, Robin, and gods the lad down here. He wants to thank her, but also wants to call her stupid (the way she does) for coming down to save his undeserving arse, but he doesn’t.

Instead - “What is a sailor to do on his ship at night, but brood?” he tries to make the situation lighter.

“Oh really?” she quirks a perfectly shaped eyebrow, her painted lips forming a teasing pout “No beautiful company for the night?”

“Not when you’re on sea, love”

She nods to that, once again staring at the dull horizon and Killian can’t help but tease, “Aren’t you the one brooding right now, Your Majesty? You’re probably familiar with the habit; I’m sure it got lonely as the Evil Queen - all by yourself…plotting revenge on Snow White”

Regina huffs and then sighs, her voice dropping an octave when she speaks, “I never really brooded. Rage is a very powerful motivator”

“No argument on that” Killian tilts his head in agreement.

“It sort of numbs you” she continues, much to Killian’s surprise, “Filters your mind and corrupts your soul, whispering all these lies of how the darkness provides comfort when it truly just destroys you and leaves you empty”

Understanding and sympathy swarm through Killian, as he offers a shaky smile to Regina whose own lips lift up in a sheepish smile, realizing she just confessed so to the pirate.

Killian moves his hand to procure his flask and offers it to her, the feel of the liquid burning through her throat, he hopes, will help the self-loathing slip away. A bit.  

She rolls her eyes at him and he gives her a pointed look. Snatching the flask from him she opens the cap, “I don’t do rum” she states before taking a swig.

When she catches the self-satisfied grin on his face, she shoves the flask to his chest and crosses her arm, looking the other way.

They stand there in silence for a few more moments, the two of them with such a complicated history – flirting (or rather manipulation), working as allies, betrayal, attempts to murder, torture, working together in Neverland, and finally, something akin to…something.

His gaze refocuses from the woman to how calm the water is down here, perfectly contrasting the inner turmoil which is currently eating him alive. He knows he made the right decision the night before - letting Liam move on and deciding to live out his future with Emma.

He’s also a step closer to forgiving himself for all the horrendous things he said and did to the people he loved under the influence of the dark curse, for feeding the whispering voices inside his head and for being weak

They’ve all certainly seemed to forgive him, their presence here being evidence of that.

(The Charmings truly are a stubborn bunch)

But as forgiving and supportive Emma is of him, of seeing the good in him, she still doesn’t truly understand the kind of demons he fights with himself every day, the way the darkness is always at bay, trying to find a way to seep through.

Regina does.

“Why do we deserve to live?” he blurts out, turning his head just in time to catch Regina’s eyes widen.

“What?” she shakes her head.

“We’ve tortured and murdered countless people in the name of revenge; some of them who might actually still be here. Why is it then that we, who’ve destroyed countless lives, and even hurt the ones whom we love the most, deserve to go back up there and live our happy endings?”

Regina looks down, remembering the conversation with Gepetto in her office, After ruining everyone else’s happy ending, what makes you think you deserve one of your own?

Memories of the way bright red hearts felt in her hand, the beating of them against her palm just before she applied some pressure and crushed them, watching the way the life left in people’s eyes and they dropped in front of her. The way bodies piled up, the smell of rotting flesh and the ground painted in red as her eyes searched for one person.

The way Snow used to look at her, not anger or sympathy or rage, just disappointment and pity and sadness.

And finally the way Henry used to look at her – disappointed and hurt.

“Quite honestly Killian, I don’t know”  

~~xx~~

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AHHHhhh oh gosh okay I’m still recovering from how honestly GOOD Otakuthon was and I have so many cute stories of people I met and I just will probably honestly not stop if I get carried away so I just wanted to say a huge THANK YOU!!! To everyone that stopped by my table and chatted with me or let me take their photo or bought something I’m so so so grateful!!!! I made some super awesome friends and got to know others better and just overall had a blast!!!! 

Also there were a lot of super great one piece cosplayers I was so giddy all weekend don’t look at mmmeeeee 

Special shoutout to izzy and alice for being great table neighbours omg we seriously shouted and laughed the whole weekend away it was so lovely 

Also to Cynthia and Sara and Cass gosh every moment with you guys was so wonderful, I’m so glad to have met you and been able to hang out afterwards too!! ; V; 

AlsO TO THE CUTE AKKEY AND TOAST AND EVeryone else that I spoke with!!! I’m pretty awful with names but I can remember faces and conversations really really well so if we did get to chat send me an ask and remind me what we spoke about, chances are I’ll remember you!! AND THANK YOU you all made my weekend super enjoyable!

bashingdora asked: Hiii, hope you’re good! If its not too much bother, could you please recommend me some good books like The Mortal Instruments series by Cassandra Clare? Except her other works. I love the concepts but I just can’t find similar ones. Thank you! :)

I really enjoyed that series as well. The books I’m going to recommend have a similar feel to me and hopefully they will to you too! :) So sorry it took me so long to post this! Being sick does not lend itself to keeping up with anything! It’s awful!

1. The Unbecoming of Mara Dyer by Michelle Hodkin

2. Obsidian by Jennifer L. Armentrout 

3.  Daughter of Smoke & Bone by Laini Taylor

4. Unearthly by Cynthia Hand

5. The Girl in the Steel Corset by Kady Cross

6. Vampire Academy by Richelle Mead

Thanks for the question! Happy reading! 

Congratulations to all the member that have been choosen to be a part of The TV Shows Network. You guys will be featured on this page.

@adhore-e @voquecity @sxphisticate @rehticent @14th @pastelscy @amazely @luxurianth @serhein @blaumhe @y-k-y-l-m @i099 @frehsia @adulescentium @vaxilla @flowhings @eviance @lushfully @ocea @empahthetic @fashions-rose @diffherences @goldoux @pixiegold @pradah @pradolce @refloats

THE PERKS:

  • Get tons of new friend!
  • New followers bc maybe the other member love your blog and might follow you!
  • You can rant about new episode of your fave shows or general show you just watched
  • Talk about it any day
  • You’ll get new reccomendation of tv shows that other member watch

I am so excited, thank you so much for joining! have a beautiful day xx

Lots of love,

Cynthia xx

anonymous asked:

009:"The stars look especially lovely tonight." for cs please! your fics give me life tbh STAY AMAZING

Thank you <3


Emma was standing at the edge of his ship, their ship as she is still reminded constantly. A slight breeze passed through the air, making her shiver slightly and yearn for one of the thick blankets lying on the mast of the ship. Just as Emma was about to turn she felt a warm body behind her; Killian’s front pressed to her back and his strong arms around her waist, his body giving off warmth and the feeling of home ever present in his embrace.

“The stars look especially lovely tonight” he murmured in the crook of her neck, his hot breath sending shivers down Emma’s spine. She looked up at the night sky and sighed in contentment. It was a very dark night and being a good distance away from Storybrooke, the stars illuminated even more, helping Emma easily figure out the constellations he traced on her naked back, whispering the names of them in midst of his kisses.

“They do” she agreed, clutching his hand and hook resting on her belly.

She rested her head on his shoulder and turned to the side. Henry was sitting near the wheel with Kate, her head on his shoulder and the newest member of their family in his arms. Roland was beside him with his arm around his little sister (Baby Hood as Killian still called her). Leia and Liam stood beside Henry with their black and blond hair respectively ducked down to coo at their little nephew.

Their uncle who was just a couple of years older than the twins stood beside them, taking turns with the “grownups” (still children to Emma) in taking swigs out of Killian’s old flask which Leia had asked for as a gift for her 21st birthday and Killian being unable to deny her anything, especially when she knew her father’s weakness was her “puppy eyes” expression with the emeralds matching her mothers, gave one of his most prized possessions to her without any qualms (just like he traded his ship for a chance to see her mother all those years ago).

Regina and Robin stood just beside them in the same pose, watching the stars as well and Emma saw the woman smile completely smitten and press a kiss to Robin’s jaw. Even though the three pair of them were nearing sixty now (or even more for the others considering their time in the Enchanted Forest), the mayor looked not much different, save for a couple of wrinkles, than what she did when she fought along side Emma in the Underworld. (Something to do with a monthly cleanse as Regina claimed).

Her parents were behind them, her mother’s hair longer now and her father’s a bit grey on the edges. They were also huddled together in each other’s arms; having fought gallantly for their true love, their kingdom, and their family like true leaders.

They had made it, they had all made it. These group of people had been through so much since Emma arrived in town, hell even before that in the Enchanted Forest their stories and fates had always been intertwined. But they all always made it out stronger than before, together.  

Sure once in a while a crisis still hits their town and the kids snicker as their parents and grandparents take out their beloved weapons and red leather jackets and spend time with Belle at the library, to grumpily and snarkly fight off villains. (Since the time Regina and Killian have become friends after the Underworld trip, the villains never get a chance to win a snark fest).

But they had all also heeded to Killian and David’s theory of having quiet moments - of living their lives happily, expanding their families, and basking in togetherness.

Emma would never be able to express it in words how thankful she is for each and every one of them and how much she loves them.

Of course the pirate nuzzled behind her has no qualms with love and affection and rather has an affinity with words. He turns her around gently to face him, his hair now a mixture of black and grey and little wrinkles beside his blue eyes, but the love present in them ever the same. It still sometimes surprises him when he looks in the mirror to see the changes in him after having spent centuries not aging. But as he twirls the grey in Emma’s blond hair, and watches his little children (adults Papa!) still paddling around in their white picket house (their mother stayed with her parents until she was thirty why can’t they?), he smiles and embraces the mortality of his life and importance of each moment.

With a kiss pressed to his true love’s soft lips, and his hand tracing Liam’s ring on her ring finger, he whispers, “Not as lovely as you, Swan”.

titaniasfics  asked:

I thought I had sent this ask but maybe it got eaten. I read Baby You Can Drive My Car in the MoreS2SL collection and I LOVED it! The chase, the security guard, and the big reveal - I love Finnick's reaction when Katniss gets the keys. Yep, I enjoyed this story very much and I wanted to thank you for writing it. ((Hugs)) sweet girl!

Oh My Dearest Cynthia!  I did get your first ask and i am sooooo sorry it has taken my so long to respond.  Between the Thanksgiving Holiday, work, numerous trips back and forth to the airport, making sure my SIL get’s to all her chemo appointments, well…need I say more?  I will say this: hearing that you enjoyed my story is high praise.  I’ve read so many of your fics that I just love so much, it means so much that you liked mine in return.  I hope you are having a wonderful day dear lady! 

Oh and not to mention, I had to say goodbye to this cuteness  = (