no you can't make her stop

young Lucina running around and Chrom squints and says “Let me see what you have!” and She just holds up her knife proudly like “A knife!” and Chrom is just “No!!!!!” and Robin is so tired all they can say Is “sweet naga how did she even get a kni-”

2

Same situation, same two people, opposite reactions.  Or, why the love square can get confusing.

Stormy Weather / Climatika

The Gamer / Le Gamer


Bonus:

The smirks tell you which one is enjoying that particular moment and how comfortable they are with admitting it.

also it looks like Adrien launched them with an explosive, radioactive fart and now I can’t unsee that 

MatPat: *takes a deep breath*

MatPat: i lo-

Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.

O, Sweet Pea...

I am devastated. Pea suddenly declined last night and did not look well after the attempted feeding. When I woke up this morning, she was barely responsive. I had an awful feeling in the pit of my stomach that I’d probably be making a difficult decision today.

I was able to get her into a vet. The vet who had been treating her for a respiratory infection was out for the week. The vet said that he might have palpated an egg, which could be adding to her decline and that she became septic. Pea’s heart rate was very slow and she wasn’t responsive. She did make small movements but never opened her eyes. The vet said that they could try intensive treatment but that it would most likely be a futile attempt.

I held her for the last time and decided to euthanize my Pea, my Turd, my Towel Wrangler. I hope she knew how loved she was. Probably not. She was such a Turd. 

Be at peace, Sweet Pea Turd (4/26/14 - 9/16/17)

Here’s my first pic of Pea:

Can we all stop for one second and appreciate Taylor and the whole team that made this video? Because they literally put 10 years of everything that happened to her into 4 minutes. And it is so clever. But also visually out of this world. And some scenes have double, hell - even triple meaning. Even the conversation at the end between all the Taylors had to be scripted in a way that makes sense. And all the Taylors from different eras? Don’t forget that someone had to make her hair and make-up look exactly the same as it was back then. They did that. So I’ll be over here, shocked and in awe of the brilliance that @taylorswift, Joseph and the whole team just graced us with.

  • Mal: hey guys do you dare me to kiss Evie?
  • Carlos: ...no?
  • Mal: *shaking head and chuckling* I can't believe you guys are making me do this
  • Jay: um we're not
  • Mal: *walking to her and Evie's dorm* this is so wild you guys you're so fucked up for making me do this
You make me fall in love with you every single day.
—  Poets Love Her
50% OFF Starters pt 2
  • "If you continue your attempts at flirting, I will be forced to take DRASTIC measures."
  • "I like watching you from behind."
  • "Stunning deduction sherlock."
  • *demonic voice* "by the darkest sun that casts its menacing rays of the furthest madness, we sense your intentions, (name). the gibbering of mad cultists whisper wicked words to temporal winds, they inform us that you are not to be trusted. Usurper. Usurper."
  • "USURPER!"
  • "I've heard a lot about you and your extensive collection of tank tops, like I'm thinking about getting like 10 more."
  • "Calm down little dude."
  • "the fear of drowning is a primal one. it's a feeling of helplessness, of losing all control. struggling against an inevitable fate as your lungs fill with water..."
  • "I don't need a piece of paper to tell me how to swim or how to fuck Dean Winchester."
  • "You know I had a dream like this once, you surprisingly had more clothes on, though, at least at the start."
  • "ten bucks says he dies."
  • "I'm gonna go run my feelings off."
  • "Yeah it didn't work out... for them."
  • "I have to go scream confusing, end-of-the-world ramblings at people under the freeway."
  • "I feel like I should argue this, but the potential for implied sexual antics is far too appealing."
  • "do not be alarmed! I am about to be hilarious."
  • "Maybe you should stop dragging me to these rap battles then!"
  • "I WANT YOU TO SHARE THE THINGS IN MY LIFE THAT ARE IMPORTANT TO ME!"
  • "I was under the impression there would be implied sexual antics, time to take matters into my own hands!"
  • "This feels a little exploitative."
  • "I need a soda. Or therapy. Probably both."
  • "Yeah it started because K-pop concert security is tougher than it looks but I just got hooked on the feeling of crushing someones face in with a solid right cross."
  • "sHHSHHshhshhhhh shut up shut up! shh I SMELL BOYS BEING GAY."
  • "Excuse me I am trying to scream my feelings into your mouth!"
  • "That wasn't hot... it was just fucking weird..."
  • "It's not what I would have you in, but I do appreciate beauty in all its many forms. mostly that cute booty though."
  • "hey, the heart wants what the heart wants."
  • "It may be hard to believe, but recently I lost the ability to read."
  • "Just because you can't read the words, doesn't mean you can't enjoy the book in a different way."
  • "boom! done. advice over. let's go get shitfaced!"
  • "Alright I brought the bitch-board for (name)."
  • "Alright let's call it what it is, a sissy paddle."
  • "calm down (name) we weren't talking about your internet search history."
  • "MY SWEET BABY SWAM!"
  • "didn't we make a pact to stop her from doing this weeb shit?"
  • "this better not be anymore or (name)'s weird porn!"
  • "Please call the police, because I look so good in this it should be against the law! uh, don't actually call the police though, I WILL incriminate all of you."
  • "Yeah but didn't they train on those islands where all those teenagers were killed? ...and those witch burnings happened? ...and all that toxic waste was spilled?"
  • "if you die, I get fired and I like this job. people don't ask questions here."
  • "fish-men walk among us. conquerers of land, BORN FROM THE OCEAN--"
  • "I don't need him to make weird pornography, I have prawns for that."
  • "Finally moving out, son? I'd like to say it's been fun. I'd like to. But I won't."
  • "hey check me out! I'm on a bout!"
  • "Sit down and stop making 2009 references!"
  • "nah, I scream enough at the unforgiving void of space."
  • "DON'T STEAL MY BONES!"
  • "You know, the ocean goblin? He lives in the ocean and if you don't brush your teeth he steals your bones."
  • "Ok I'm done for the day. If anyone needs me I'm gonna be in the tent looking at weird porn."
  • "Hey, you miss every ball you don't hit."
  • "You say 'you people' like you're not part of the family. I've got some news for you, you're already on the christmas card."
  • "You think these antics would fly at the german club?"
  • "brush your teeth, kid."
  • "Can you hear it? the ocean... it wants blood."
  • "I'm the best damn shot we've got."
  • "You know, when I was a kid, before my dad got hit by that train, he said, '(name) don't let your friends swim out into the ocean and get stranded on the haunted island of camp kill-a-teen.' and here we are... stranded on the... haunted island of camp kill-a-teen..."
  • "that's fair."
  • "hey tweedle-dee and tweedle-dumbass!"
  • "It's fine, baby, if you get scared you can squeeze my hand."
  • "now let's make like scooby-doo and split up to find a clue."
  • "In 1991 a case was discovered where a man had the remains of over fifteen victims hidden in his apartment, over 40% of which were stored within his refrigerator. do you know how unsanitary that is?"
  • "you're so cute when you never shut up. Now shut up."
  • "all hail decision cube!"
  • "that's when you started walking on the wild side, right?"
  • "I AM NOT SOME PETTY CRIMINAL!"
  • "Does anyone want to hear my tragic backstory?"
  • "Bed? But what about possible axe-murderers?"
  • "And we solved the curse of the island, and realized that the real axe murderer was love, all along."
  • "It was a good night for all of us, let's spend more nights in abandoned lighthouses."
  • "That hottie from the track team is here and I wanna ask politely is he wants to get rowdy in the back of my dad's Prius."
  • "YOU CAN'T CATCH ME GAY THOUGHTS"
  • *Quidditch changing rooms*
  • Beater: *changing*
  • Sherlock: *bursts in; furious* What did I tell you?
  • Beater: *looks up; smiles* Hey, Captain. Great game, eh?
  • Sherlock: *outraged* I told you not to aim for her!
  • Beater: *frowns* What? She was about to catch the Snitch. If you hadn't been-
  • Sherlock: *snatches the bat; storms off*
  • Beater: ...
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Mary: *enters; confused* Can anyone tell me what it was that Sherlock just threw into the lake?
  • Beater: WHAT? *runs out*
  • MEANWHILE
  • *the Hospital Wing*
  • John: *awkward* How does it feel?
  • Molly: *gingerly moves her bandaged arm* Like I fell off my broom and broke my arm.
  • John: *quickly* He's getting a detention. Not to mention a right bollocking. Possibly removed from the team-
  • Molly: *groans* God, I don't want that.
  • John: *thoughtful* What if he kills him?
  • Molly: *glares at him*
  • Sherlock: *rushes in* Okay, I managed to persuade Madame Pomfrey to let me stay here tonight *fluffs her pillow*
  • Molly: *sighs* You do realise people think we're going out now?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* That'll be the head injury talking.
  • Molly: *raises an eyebrow* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *kisses her cheek* I'll take care of you, don't worry.
  • Molly: *holds his hand* I'm not.
  • John: *hiding behind a copy of the Quibbler*

So for the next week or so, I will be posting @fiddleford-appreciation-month week 4 hugs and kisses for Fidds from all his family and friends cause he now has a nice big family!

You can’t tell me that Fidds doesn’t like adopt Pacifica and she helps him around his new shed and the work together on giant machines. You can’t prove to me that does not happen.

Day 1: Stan/ord Pines
Day 2: Stan/ey Pines
Day 3: D/pper and Mabe/
Day 4: Pacifica Northwest

I want to remember your face for the rest of my life.
—  Poets Love Her

I.    I can vividly recall two things about Kindergarten: one being that my teacher, Mrs. Barker, could never have enough bee-themed decorations in her classroom. The second thing was Delilah.

“II.    Delilah was my best friend in Kindergarten. She had wavy brown hair, beautiful dark brown eyes and skin, and she always wore the same thing: a blue sweater with yellow flowers. I wish I remembered more about her, and about our friendship, but the image of her smiling at me on the hooded blacktop is all I can remember. What strikes me the most about this is that despite however many faces have come and gone in my life, her face, her hair, her eyes, and her sweater are still so clearly-defined in my memory.

“III.    In the first grade, Mrs. Sullivan taught us about butterflies. Her golden blonde hair ended just above her shoulders, and she always smiled as though she was the happiest person in the world. I don’t recall if I ever did, but I hope that at some point, I told her she was the most beautiful person I had ever seen. I hope I made her smile.

“IV.    When I was in the second grade, I moved to a different elementary school; not long after beginning there, I met a girl named Katie. I don’t remember many details about our friendship; I don’t know what we talked about, what part of the playground we enjoyed the most, or if she liked Littlest Pet Shop toys just as much as I did. What I do remember is falling on the grass, and a moment later, Katie offering me her hand to help me stand again, giggling loudly as she did so. There must have been something very special about Katie that stuck with me, because when I had to move again, I kept a photo of her that she gave me, one where she was positively beaming at the camera. I don’t remember exactly when I lost the photo, but I still remember just how utterly happy she looked.

"V.    For most of the third grade, a girl named Natalie shared a bus seat with me, where we would read the same books together, taking great care not to turn the page until knowing that the other had also finished reading it. When I had to move at the end of the year, she took a bright red colored pencil to the inside cover of her personal copy of ‘Marley and Me’, which was our favorite, and wrote ‘FROM: NATALIE’ in the tidiest letters she possibly could. Before leaving the bus for the last time, she asked me to keep it.

"VI.    In the fourth grade, I had finally settled into a school that I would be staying in, and that was when I met Kaitlynn.

"VII.    Kaitlynn had bright red hair, impeccable fashion, and some of the highest cheekbones I had ever seen. We sat together on the bus rides to and from school every day, shared silly secrets, and I couldn’t have asked for a better friend at the time. Seeing as she was such a beautiful and kind girl, Kaitlynn attracted many other friends, as well as boys in our grade who would gawk at her from afar. Sometime towards the end of fourth grade, her newer friends convinced her to tell me that we couldn’t be friends anymore. I was heartbroken, and after an agonizing forty-five minute recess of me slugging around the playground by myself, the girls took pity on me, and Kaitlynn said we could be friends again.

"VIII.    We remained friends, if not acquaintances, for many years. I think some part of me always cared for her more than a friend would, but after elementary school, we didn’t speak as much. We rarely shared a bus seat anymore, but when we did, she would go on as if our previous conversation had only just finished. I held no resentment for her, and genuinely enjoyed her company, even if it was only when she needed to vent about something or pass the time. I always thought of her as the girl who could never be hurt by anything or anyone, but when she only seemed to share her vulnerable moments with me, I couldn’t help but feel special.

"IX.     I never realized that all the years meant so much to her, because on the last day of seventh grade, the day she had to move across the country, away from all her friends she had made over the years, she sat with me on the bus ride home. She quietly asked me if I knew it was her last day, and when I said yes, she burst into tears. I was surprised, seeing as our last conversation had been so long ago, but I immediately embraced her, gently stroking her hair to calm her down. Though it was difficult through her sobs, I was able to catch a few ‘I’m sorry’s, ‘I’ll miss you’s, and occasionally-coherent thoughts, like how she wished she had been a better friend to me, and that she was so thankful for all the time I spent listening to her, even when she treated me poorly or otherwise ignored me. We hugged one last time before she had to get off the bus, and she managed to look as if nothing had happened by the time her stop had come. As she waved goodbye and smiled brightly to some of the other students on the bus, I desperately wished that she would never leave.

"X.     Now that I understand what all this means, I can hardly keep myself from telling others just how much I love women. The little girl who pined for girl after girl after girl finally gets the validation she deserved but never received so many years ago.

—  “but you’ve never liked girls before,”

anonymous asked:

Do you think Bodhi Rook is religious?? I can't make up my mind.

The Empire is a prideful god. It will permit no higher authority than itself, no greater power than its armies, no eternity but its reign. (Those who might suggest otherwise are heretics, and are dealt with as idolaters must.) A militant kind of monotheism; there are no gods, there is no Force, there is just the Empire. There is only the Empire.

Bodhi had an aunt who—well, he was never entirely clear what, except that mother and father had stopped talking about her the same time the holo of the Emperor went up over the mantle. (His mother had cried in her room for weeks, and when Bodhi thinks of it he still tastes the charcoal of burnt rice, the awful tension of whispered arguments happening in other rooms.) But it had something to do with the clear, bright crystals she had sent them, because Bodhi’s father had gone room by room and scooped them up, shoved them in a box. Buried it under the floorboards.

No one was allowed to play Jedi and Separatists anymore. At least not where an adult would see, would go grey and gather all of them together in a tight circle, to say in a quiet voice, you can’t, don’t, stop.

(There are no Jedi anymore. There were never any Jedi. The Jedi never existed. How does the old adage go? The power of holding two contradictory beliefs in one’s mind simultaneously, and accepting both of them—)

Shykeli was thrown out of flight academy for meditating in secret. The administration had found ‘Jedi propaganda’ in her things, though they’d never really explained what that was, or what it meant. If the Force isn’t real, Cregha had said thoughtfully, why are they so scared of people venerating it?

Cregha was reassigned to skiffs soon after. Bodhi missed xir.

But after Galen gives him the message, Galen cups Bodhi’s face, tucks Bodhi’s hair behind his ears. Galen says, May the Force be with you.

“My auntie had—she gave us crystals like that,” Bodhi blurts out in Jyn’s vague direction, because he’s had may the force may the force looping through his head for a standard week; he can’t figure out why it won’t stop.

Jyn glances at him sidelong, still playing with the bright, clear crystal on the cord around her neck. It catches artificial light like something not artificial at all, more real than anything Bodhi has seen. 

“It’s a kyber crystal,” Chirrut says into the awkward silence. “A conduit of the Force. Your aunt must have been a believer.”

“My father hid them,” Bodhi says absently. (may the force may the force…) “He didn’t want us attracting attention.”

“Smart man,” Baze offers, and then they are all silent again, waiting for Cassian to return.


(This is what Bodhi Rook thinks of in his last moments: of crystals, and the Force invisible but omnipresent; of being smart versus being good, and sending a message out into space, not knowing if anyone is listening.

His last words are for Galen. His last thoughts are for the aunt he did not know. If perhaps—)

  • Psychic: I'm going to look inside your mind
  • My mind: Hello?
  • Yeah I know you said not to call unless I'm dying
  • Well, I'm driving and I can't stop staring at my eyelids
  • But even though my eyes closed, I still see you
  • I just hope that when you see me I'm not see-through
  • You know how we do
  • Some times I swear, I need a day just for me to lay
  • With some T and A, but the way we, they way we is do deeper
  • Baby straight up chemistry DNA
  • Make me wanna give you every dollar out my B of A
  • Like, I let her climb on top
  • I'm either fuckin or workin', so the grind don't stop
  • They say I got screws missing, well hell, only when I'm missing you
  • And hell yeah I'm a dick, girl, addicted to you
  • Psychic: what the fuck
DARK RP STARTERS
  • "You'll be fine."
  • "I'm afraid it's very fatal."
  • "These test results..don't make any sense."
  • "How far can your arm go before it breaks?"
  • "I'll carve your eyes out with a spoon."
  • "What does he have that I don't"
  • "Why did he choose her instead of me?"
  • "..Why?"
  • "Make as many stab wounds as you want."
  • "I am destined as your tool."
  • "The girl must die."
  • "The boy must die."
  • "I want to taste your blood on my lips."
  • "Where do we go from here?"
  • "These voices..cease to let me be."
  • "I..can't stop crying."
  • "Use me as you will."
  • "None of it matters now."
  • "Shadows fallow my every step."
  • "You've gone..completely mad."
  • "I'm barking mad."
  • "Winter is coming."
  • "I could kill you right now."
  • "You..You're dead!"
  • "May the lord have mercy on your soul."
  • "The mental ward let me out early this year."
  • "Oh how i miss the voices."
  • "Everyone is equal when they're dead."
  • "Cancel Christmas."
  • "Bring me more war."
  • "I love war."
  • "I piss on your traditions."
  • "I hate your heart."
  • "I hate your soul."
  • "I promise, you won't feel a thing."
  • "Bring her to me."
  • "Bring him to me."
  • "A few holes in the head give the madness more space."
  • "I hate everything about you."
  • "I will abandon you."
  • "What is that girl up to?"
  • "I am stretched on your grave."
  • "Kill me now.."
  • "If I fall from the grace of God where no murdered ghost can haunt me.."
  • "You are one in from the plank, don't make me push you."
  • "I don't care."
  • "Leave me behind."
  • "Everything you've told me was a lie!"
  • "Everything I've told yo was a lie!"
  • "How could you ever think to leave them behind?"
  • "Someone should nail your feet to the floor."
  • "My last breath will be your curse."
  • "He will KILL you."
  • "She will KILL you."
  • "I did noting."
  • "It was an accident!"
  • "You've killed your own brother!"
  • "I want nothing to do with him!"
  • "How can I possibly trust you?"
  • "Pathetic."

Please. For the love of god, do not make Allison’s death about her ships.

  • Mourn the girl that called her mom on the first day of school after moving to a new town.
  • Mourn the girl that was so nervous, she didn’t have a pen to write with.
  • Mourn the girl that wouldn’t let her curiosity about her family history waver in the face of being stonewalled by her father.
  • Mourn the girl that wanted to be strong and go to prom.
  • Mourn the girl that wanted to feel powerful.
  • Mourn the girl that watched her aunt die and responded by setting her aunt’s killer on fire with her arrows.
  • Mourn the girl that cut her way out of the ropes that bound her put there by her own father.
  • Mourn the girl that wanted to save her friend against the forces determined to kill him.
  • Mourn the girl who’s family code killed her mother.
  • Mourn the girl who’s grandfather used that code to manipulate her.
  • Mourn the girl who was emotionally manipulated and used as a bargaining chip for her grandfather’s selfish needs.
  • Mourn the girl that couldn’t thread the needle.
  • Mourn the girl that found the strength to thread it after all.
  • Mourn the girl that invited darkness into her heart to save her family.
  • Mourn the girl that became the leader of her family and immediately decided to change their code.
  • Mourn the girl who wanted to protect those who couldn’t protect themselves.
  • Mourn the woman who died a hero.

Mourn Allison Argent, the woman, not Allison Argent, ½ of a ship.

sketchyboi08  asked:

Hey I just wanted to say I really love your art style and work,and your characters, you really inspire me and my art, and I just wanted to thank you for making such outstanding art, keep it up, and I even a character inspired by your monsters , her name is Jessica , it would mean the world to me if you could check her out(if you have the time that is) thank you again for inspiring me and being such a chill guy, keep it up and I can't wait to see what you do in the future 😊 *gives sue a hug*

Thank you so much! Also she’s a cutie! Keep it up! don’t stop practicing! Make great things! 

anonymous asked:

Can you explain to me why y'all are so happy with that she has bellamy thing? Yikes. Stop making it all about a man. She can't be independent? She needs a man? Of course, if a woman is strong, writers have to give her a male character. So groundbreaking.

Hmmm…..sorry but I’m not sure where you’re coming from. I don’t want to think badly so let’s assume you just hate the idea of a strong woman being in a relationship with a man and this is not related to Clarke’s sexuality.

Everyone has the right to have an opinion. The way I see it, strong female characters should be allowed to fall in love. Being in a relationship doesn’t mean you’re weak or depend on the other person.

Clarke loves Bellamy and Bellamy loves her too. When bellarke finally gets together in a romantic sense, Clarke will still be strong and independent. If you really watched the show you’d know that she has bellamy since s1, they share the leadership role. Just tell me a moment when the narrative doesn’t acknowledge her as leader.  

Can we stop talking about gender for a second? Clarke doesn’t need a man, nobody’s ever said that, but she needs Bellamy.

She doesn’t need him because he’s a strong man, she needs him because he’s her best friend, the one who is there when she’s scared or broken, the one who helps her to bear the burden, the one who would make a joke about his own torture just to make her smile…

The show has pointed out that Clarke needs Bellamy, either through words or gestures. 

(X)

Originally posted by kcismyreligion

Originally posted by shaelit

Originally posted by hisstericallypawesomesleepurr

This is not my interpretation, this is canon!!

Enough

Happy Birthday @enoughtotemptme! Keeping the tradition alive, here is your birthday ficlet. Remember when I said not canon? Woops. Future fic/au/etc. - you know the drill. Happy birthday love! <3


When Bellamy winces for the third time in as many minutes, Clarke decides she’s had enough.

“Alright, get up.” Ignoring his protests, she rounds the fire and pulls him into a seated position, trying to shove the jacket off his shoulders. He does nothing to help, just sitting there and giving her an infuriating smirk.

“Y’know princess, if I’d known you wanted to—”

“Shut up,” she warns through gritted teeth. “You need to let me look at your arm. Right. Now.”

The smirk disappears. “Clarke, it’s a scratch—”

“A scratch that won’t let you sleep.” She glares at him, and he glares right back. After fifteen very unproductive seconds, Clarke reaches further down and digs her thumb into his forearm. Bellamy swears, loudly.

She folds her ams. “Jacket off.”

Still glaring, he shrugs his arm out, but she doesn’t miss the beads of sweat that trickle from his forehead. He thrusts his arm in her direction.

“Bellamy…” she shakes her head as she takes in the swelling. Just a scratch, indeed. Sighing, she looks at him. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

“Wasn’t important.”

“Bellamy,” Clarke tilts her head, trying to catch his eye. “You are important. Therefore this is important. Okay?”

He makes a soft sound; it could be a laugh, but it’s too rueful for that. When Bellamy looks up, there’s such a stark sadness on his face that Clarke almost forgets about his arm. “Why do you always do that?” He asks.

“Do what?”

“Why do you always say everything except what you actually mean?”

Taken aback, she just stares. “I…”

Bellamy shakes his head and looks off into the trees. “Nevermind.”

“No, Bellamy, I—”

“Nevermind,” he says again, still holding his arm out.

In silence, she treats the infected wound and binds it carefully, forcing herself to pay attention to the work in front of her and not his words ringing in her mind. Was she really guilty of shielding herself that much when it came to him?

I can’t lose you too.

Thank you for keeping me alive.

How special you really are.

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