lol not really but... lolol

anonymous asked:

You should definitely be tagging that picture as TSbutt because 👀

Oh really?? Lol oh man, looking at comments, i guess so lolol


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LLSHP Ch5 - Little Demons

[Chapter 1] [Chapter 2] [Chapter 3] [Chapter 4] [Chapter 5] [Chapter 6]

[Brief note about School Term] [other LLSHP AU stuff] [YohaMaRuby concept arts] [ChikaYouRiko concept arts] [KanaDiaMari concept arts] [Hogwarts Staff]

A/N: This is turning into a bi-monthly update… =A=;;;; Sorry for the delay! Too many birthdays and special occasions since then that’s why >w> Any feedback are very welcomed as always, and hope you’ll enjoy this semi-exciting long chapter! Reminder, the school terms in this AU differs from the original.
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a collection of songs covered by aaron tveit with him not changing the pronouns

aka a collection of Aaron singing female power ballads

  • Popular from Wicked; Aaron as Galinda— “Now that I’ve chosen to become a pal, a sister, and adviser”
  • Back to Before from Ragtime; Aaron as Mother — “I was your wife”
  • Fly Fly Away from Catch Me If You Can; Aaron as Brenda — “He was just a lonely little boy to me / with his sweet and gentle touch he sure unlocked my soul”
  • We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together — “So anyway, like, the other day he calls me up, right? He’s like ‘I still love you’”

and some songs he’s covered that do not involve any pronouns but were originally sung by women:


Staring at the Edge of the Water {open}

Ever since waking up from the crazed little book world that Celia had somehow been transported into in her dreams, Celia felt alone. Even after the interaction with Maui prior to being thrown into a universe that she had only ever read about as a child, she felt like she had no one. 

It put her in a rather solemn mood to be truthful, not really able to find joy in the things that she once enjoyed so much. So speaking with a half sound mind, Celia knew that if she were to stay in her apartment, that she would most likely go certifiably insane (even if she did not want to see people because she was still terrified of getting caught - yet another reason why she felt so empty).

She took a spot at a bench on the far side of town next to the lake, wanting to stay as far away from civilization as humanly possible, but still wanting to at least stay far enough away from the forest just in case. (Especially after the forest incident in that weird ass dream). Her legs came up to her body, hugging them nice and tight as she stared blankly across the lake towards the the town, completely unaware of the person that was walking in her direction.

vision in my left eye has been slightly more blurry than the vision in my right for a few weeks and I refrained from googling it for a while bc its non specific symptoms, but then I looked some stuff up when I was bored and hhh


Ayumu Murase and Ishikawa Kaito playing Haikyuu!! card game !

Also “almost” related: seems it’s from 杉田智和のアニゲラ!ディドゥーーン since there’s Sugita, and Mafia Kajita. (Idk who’s the guest…) They’re talking about Ishikawa Kaito (and also Matsuoka Yoshitsugu ?!). If someone happen to want to translate seiyuu stuff —– *w*

Juliet Takes a Breath by Gabby Rivera 


Juliet Milagros Palante is leaving the Bronx and headed to Portland, Oregon. She just came out to her family and isn’t sure if her mom will ever speak to her again. But Juliet has a plan, sort of, one that’s going to help her figure out this whole “Puerto Rican lesbian” thing. She’s interning with the author of her favorite book: Harlowe Brisbane, the ultimate authority on feminism, women’s bodies, and other gay-sounding stuff.

Will Juliet be able to figure out her life over the course of one magical summer? Is that even possible? Or is she running away from all the problems that seem too big to handle?

With more questions than answers, Juliet takes on Portland, Harlowe, and most importantly, herself.


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🎶 The boys are back in town  🎶


Red doesn’t like the heat. He’s more used to subzero temperatures… ;D

  • Percy: *Fed by Annabeth;Goes into the Tunnel of Love with her*
  • Percy: *Keeps Annabeth's pic in his binder*
  • Percy: *Plans a movie date with Annabeth*
  • Percy: *Kisses Annabeth before Volcano explodes*
  • Percy: Lol what I don't like her in that way lol what gave you that idea lol what is dating anyway lolol

anonymous asked:

Hi, it's vanderlise child anon again! What would a vanderlise wedding be like? Would they possibly have a child by then? Would their wedding be conventional (in a church, etc.)? What would their vows be? Sorry, I just really like vanderlise lol.

(lolol it’s cool! I’m happy you like it :D)

  • Probably a small wedding
  • Just with the RFA and Saeran
  • Neither are very religious (at least, it appears Vanderwood isn’t), so it wouldn’t be at a church
  • Most likely be more based off Anglo-American traditions than Korean
  • Saeyoung would be best man (despite asking to be a bridesmaid and getting smacked lol)
  • Vows would be short, sweet, and to the point.
  • “Despite everything we’ve been through, you’ve stuck by me and supported me, and I want to continue supporting you for the rest of my life.”
  • Would probably take place in the mountains where the Secret Endings begin (the place where you save Saeran and Vanderwood flees the Agency)
  • No kids yet, they’re not ready for that yet lol
  • They have to take care of their three idiots first (The twins and Samantha)
if i never meet you in this life let me feel the lack (a glance from your eyes & my life is yours)

[hollstein post-35. grief & healing. sometimes things aren’t as bad as they seem. (i promise) / ao3]


if i never meet you in this life let me feel the lack (a glance from your eyes & my life is yours)


where is it that we were together? who were you that i lived with? the brother. the friend. darkness, light. strife & love. are they the workings of one mind? the features of the same face? oh, my soul. let me be in your now. look out through my eyes. look out at the things you made. all things shining.
—terrence malick, the thin red line


There isn’t even a body to bury, although—you’d have never buried her anyway. She’d probably have appreciated the gesture, you think, that you would never put her in a coffin again, even if it wouldn’t have mattered.

You think she would’ve been suited for an ancient funeral pyre, white stephanotis woven in her dark hair. You’d have tried to memorize her pretty face for long enough to not forget; you’d have kissed her and wished elegies and whispered Rumi and watched the flames and the water and were you always a child of the light and why didn’t you say so and why did you have to die for love

Sweetheart, she’d have sung in the flames, like this, like this.

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Last night I was feel really sick when I heard a Frank Sinatra song I didn’t yet own. I wasn’t feeling good enough to get on the computer, so I grabbed my phone and messaged my self via my personal tumblr to remind myself of the song title. 

I had to thank myself because manners, you know? 

Also if you want to follow my personal for random weird things: @onestrangelestrange