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D.Va and the Leviathan


For some reason I’ve been thinking about D.Va a lot lately - there’s just something about someone tackling such crazy odds with her attitude that’s a lot of fun

Also bonus close-up so you can see the detail in that kaiju-bot:

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.

They’re watching baby animals videos

( @greyhairsowhat happy birthday dear !!!!  (ノ ´ 3 ` )ノ  ❤️️💕)

Happy Father’s Day 

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He walked away from me and all I could do was stand there.

I wanted to scream and cry and beg him to stay, to tell me he loved me, to tell me that he still cared but I couldn’t. The words wouldn’t come out and I know he wouldn’t have been able to say any of those things and mean it, I’d lost him.

Because that’s how life is, one day everything is perfect and you’re happy and the next it all comes falling down around you and all you can do is watch.

No one is worth begging for, you can’t beg someone to feel something that they don’t because it’s not going to change anything, it’s demeaning and you’re worth so much more than that.

One day, I promise you, someone is going to come into your life and they will love you so much you’ll wonder why you ever thought that you had to beg for love.

—  just wait for it.
  • The Fandom: Ed has so many moms! It's amazing.
  • Me, trying desperately to come up with a proper situation in which General Armstrong could possibly act semi-motherly without becoming ooc: He needs More

A concept: White Businessman™ is looking through resumes for a position he’s hiring for. Subconsciously (or consciously), he passes over candidates with names like Tyrell and Rayyan and Wisam in favor of those whose resumes read as more “professional.” Come interview day, one “Derek M. Nurse,” certified GoC (God of Color) walks in and hits em with the “bitch you THOUGHT”

Maybe one day I will learn how to prioritize myself. Restitch the sagging weight under my eyes and pin it up so that I actually look alive. Eat on a schedule structured by the celestial bodies in the sky instead of an arbitrary set of times that fall in between work and the busy affairs of life. Maybe one day, these mechanized arms will feel bones sprout through their wires, and breathing will come more easily, sparing the smoke. I say one day like it’s something I can afford to put off. I wonder how many more tomorrows it will take before I decide that one day will be too late.
—  And the days go on
reset theory 2.0;

every time you finish a route and do another one you change realities / universes, and all evidence of you having been there disappears. 

- jaehee in the cafe alone, serving and greeting customers thinking that something’s wrong, something feels missing, why is she doing this alone? but she can’t put her finger on it so she goes on like this until she realizes she can’t do this any more. yoosung and zen come to the cafe one day to see her cleaning the tables for one last time. she can’t run this business feeling like there’s a huge hole in her, can’t do it without knowing what it is. they watch her pack up her things and flip the sign to closed for the last time. 

- yoosung’s confused. he’s not sure why he’s blind, or why he doesn’t feel like playing as much lolol as he used to. could it be that seven played a prank on him that he forgot about? that has to be it- that night, he dreams of being a vet like he’d always wanted to be. but more than that, he dreams of being with someone - someone who kisses him sweetly and someone he knows he’ll forget when he wakes up. the dream never goes away.

- zen is congratulated by the rest of the rfa after he dismisses echo girl. he’s happy, but the drive home is silent (jumin’d offered to drive him back to his apartment, probably the only nice thing that he’ll ever do for zen). of course, jumin being jumin, he nearly crashes the car into a pole, and for a moment zen is driven to leap into the back seat, because for that split second or two there is someone in the back seat. a shadow, someone who he must protect with his life. but the moment passes. jumin laughs at zen for behaving so strangely and asks what’s wrong with him. zen doesn’t know. 

- jumin clicks off a phone call from his father, who’d been yapping on and on about glam and sarah choi and how jumin shouldn’t have publicly embarrassed them. he’s frustrated, and ignores the concern his chauffeur expresses, opting to glare at his phone instead. a part of him knows that he shouldn’t have done that - why had he? no one was at stake. the swarm of the reporters must have made him dizzy, confused him- he takes this out on jaehee the next day, piling on as much work as he can on her. zen gets angry (don’t you know how stressed jaehee has been? how could you do this?) and brings jaehee back home. jumin’s slumped in his office, alone, the cursing of his father that he’d been subject to bouncing around in his head. jaehee, slumped over and unconscious from the sheer amount of exhaustion that had stacked. zen’s white face, features trembling- jumin is a broken man, and as he closes his eyes and takes a long drink from the bottle he can almost hear a feminine voice telling him that he’s better than this. 

- 707 works on autopilot. saeran is back - check. yoosung is playing lolol - check. jaehee and jumin are having their usual daily fight - check. zen is admiring himself in the mirror - check. but there’s only so long you can hold out before you realize that something’s wrong. he sees a picture of himself in the nun outfit and laughs out loud, but he’s confused. he didn’t send this to anyone - none of them would have been entertained by it. sinking into his computer chair, he notices another strange indicator of odd happenings having taken place - there’s a cctv feed, or rather, there was. it’s just a black screen now. what could it have led to? he switches off his computers and pops a dr pepper can open. and maybe, just maybe - that’s more tragic than any reset theory where he remembers that you chose someone else. maybe him never knowing that you existed, that you were in love, is the real tragedy. 

And at times it will feel like the entire world is plotting against you and the weight of it will feel like iron upon your shoulders.
You must stay strong.
You must not give in. Under no circumstances do you give in to the voices.
I know that it is hard. I know that right now you want nothing more than to give up.
Better days will come one day. Maybe not tomorrow. But someday. Your story isn’t over yet
#38

Sirius is a bottom. Remus is a top.
Sirius tried topping once or twice, in the beginning of the relationship. He thought he was the one with more experience. But Remus had come back from the library one day, tired of studying and looking for some release, and he had pushed Sirius against the wall and done everything the perfect fucking way. Sirius thought he knew where to kiss and how to build up tension when HE was topping, but he was nothing compared to Remus. Remus had had a malicious look in his eye that first time, and Sirius couldn’t help but admit it: he fucking LOVED the anticipation, the sounds that would come out of his mouth, the waiting, the denial of a climax. He loved having a gag in his mouth, being told when to be quiet, when to scream, when to come. He loved being tied up, being forced to wait and watch while Remus slowly removed each item of clothing off of him. He loved being powerless, he loved having a master, he loved being controlled in every possible sexual way.
And Remus loved having control. He just wasn’t the bottom type, and loved torturing Sirius as long as possible, letting him get right to the top of the roller coaster but not letting him fall. It was fun. It was addictive. And God, he was GOOD at at. He loved watching Sirius squirm and beg, and he loved denying Sirius the right to have his release. He loved having Sirius completely at his mercy.
And between the two, everything was safe. Everything was agreed on, and they both respected the other.
And they were both happy with how things were. Really fucking happy.