not yet in ruin

i’m feeling. .so many emotions ?!’ at once right now and i just .,,,?! dont know how to translate them into text post so just uhh.,,,,,.;;; have this: ❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️

dragonjedihobbit  asked:

Seriously girl, all these Cullen posts are making me fall for him! I need to play these games!!!😍

He has that effect on people haha (also thanks to @lady-redhaired for reblogging a shit tone of that man even before I got into the DA fandom!)

But yes girl you need to! I haven’t played Inquisition yet and that boy Cullen is ruining me already…him and a precious elf boy too.

It took be a bit but I fell in love with the games really quickly. The story (or rather your story) and the characters are written so well that they feel like real people, like when you pick the wrong option and they get angry or upset you feel really shitty or guilty and try your hardest to fix it! Honestly I love every second of it! I totally recommend them!


@angelyoons tagged me to make a moodboard of pictures in my phone,,, and wen gerald hui decided to ruin my life with his face yet again,,, so here we are i guess. (working title: pretty boy breaks hearts on late night dates) (this is the sappiest thing i have Ever Done kill me right this second)

tagging @rosehui @junhan @jozhua @notminghao @97gguks @placidsunshine @adoregyus, optional as always ! anyone else who sees this and wants to do it, consider yourselves tagged too!

anonymous asked:

I HAVE NOT CHECKED IN IN THE FANDOM LATELY I AM SO CONFUSED. Whats all these spoilers and streams people are talking about?

(ML Spoilers)

Basically a few months back Jeremy Zag and his team revealed not only the fox and bee kwamis, but also the wielders of those miraculous! Do a quick search and you’ll easily find out who they are. As for the streams, those are just artists streaming while they draw some ML fanart! They’re lots of fun!

The two new heroes have been known in the fandom for some time now online, but it’s still technically a spoiler since it hasn’t aired yet worldwide. Hence I use the spoiler tags! Don’t want to ruin the surprise for those not in-the-know, you know? :)

my gf: hey babe can i use your phone for a minute?

me: yeah love just a sec *deletes all the wholesome gf memes that i haven’t sent to them yet because i don’t wanna ruin the surprise*

A super-powered version of the FAHC is an awful, unstoppable thing. Powered humans are rare, sure, but not unheard of; the Fake’s aren’t the only group out there defying reality in broad daylight. What makes them so remarkable, so formidable and distressingly hard to combat, is the way they use those powers. The way each member has taken their gift and twisted it, pulled and torn and stretched it to unforeseen territory, used their powers in ways no one else has even dreamed. Ways most could only imagine in their worst nightmares.

Ryan might be the most obvious example, the clearest illustration of the perversion of abilities, power turned on its head and used against its intention. He’s inspired them all, one way or another, to push their powers to the limits, into shapes they don’t belong in, powerful and strange and noticeably tarnished. On anyone else Ryan’s gift would be one of healing, of hope and restoration, empathetic and inherently altruistic. Its not a power most would associate with a life of crime, outside perhaps a medic, definitely not one most would pick for a mercenary, for the infamously deadly Vagabond. Ryan though, he’s never been one to let a little thing like reason set him back, never felt constrained by expectation, and he wasn’t about to let his powers derail his goals. Ryan has taken the ability to heal and broken it down into stages, approached inexplicable magic like a scientist, methodically identifying how to extract the exact elements he was after. He has the power to heal, yes, but what can be healed may also decay, that which can be stitched back together may just as easily be disassembled; it is no more difficult to displace blood than it is to correctly route it. With a touch Ryan can stop hearts, can rend tissue and implode organs. He can push natural reactions into overdrive, can encourage minor ailments into unstoppable disease, convince various systems to shut down without exposure to extreme circumstance. The only limit is Ryan’s own bountiful creativity, and while it might not be what people expect from the Vagabond he wouldn’t swap his abilities for anything.

Jeremy can change his density at will. Becoming immensely dense has some obvious uses in their world; bullets literally bouncing off his skin and fists that can shatter bones with a single punch, but becoming unnaturally light has just as many applications. Jeremy can change his weight mid-jump to achieve inhuman distance, can fall from great heights without a parachute, can climb sheer walls and hold his entire body up on the tip of a finger. There is no weight Jeremy cannot lift, no wall or door that can keep him out, let alone cuffs or bars to contain him. If Jeremy does not want to move there is physically no way to make him, and if he sets his sights on destroying something little can be done to stop him.

Geoff can communicate telepathically. This comes in handy when getting a hold of his crew, so long as they are within his range he can speak to them comms or no, but they are not the only ones he can speak to. All it takes is some connection, long term emotional links allow for greater distance but as long as Geoff is looking at someone he can get into their mind. Can sneer at police officers, whisper threats to rivals, force unsuspecting strangers to have the most peculiar thoughts and terrify anyone who tries to stand in his way. While Geoff can only really scrape through the top level of someones mind, more emotion and direct thoughts than any deep secrets, it is no great difficulty to convince people that he sees a lot more. Let them feel him poking around, quote a few stray thoughts back at them and suddenly not only do his victims believe he sees all but they are much more likely to think loudly about the very things they hope he doesn’t notice. Geoff can push images as easily as word, useful when sharing a story but even more so as a form of torture; he can fill minds with his darkest thoughts, plague dreams with images from his nastiest nightmares, provide a personalised hell that is impossible to escape from.

Michael controls heat. It’s a power people tend to fear, think it synonymous with mastery over fire, imagine sparking fingers and raging infernos. Which, to be fair, isn’t wholly inaccurate, but is hardly the extent of Michael’s power. He can create fire sure, can raise the temperature to extremes in pinpointed locations to ignite a room, but he doesn’t need to. Michael can press heat straight into a body, can warm someone up or cook them from the inside out, can burn slowly or kill in an instant. His powers extend to objects too, he can melt metals, boil water, absorb and deflect heat, and set off explosives. While people don’t associate it with him the way the do fiery rage, what can go up can of course also go down. Michael can drop the temperature, can produce dangerous frost and sharp ice shards, freeze someone in water and induce frostbite with a simple touch. Michael is completely unbothered by extreme temperatures, can render himself undetectable on thermal imaging cameras and change the temperature of objects so suddenly they shatter. Even those who flee aren’t safe; careening into danger as roads are  suddenly coated in black ice or bubble and melt beneath flaming tires.

Ray can multiply himself, a series of duplicates capable of drawing fire and completing simple tasks. They were once mere mindless echoes of his actual self, near translucent and noticeably different if you looked closely enough, quickly giving birth to the term Ghost Ray when describing them. They didn’t stay that way though, Ray quietly practising and practising until they not only solidified but he could split his conciousness between them, could act as all bodies simultaneously and be in half a dozen places at once. It’s disconcerting, the way they all look real now. The way they all are Ray now, will fade away like they were never there when Ray lets them go, or when they die, but until then he can be in any and all of them at once. It bears thinking about, considering some die. Considering one stays. Considering the way Ray doesn’t like to talk about it, practises late at night and sends his selves off on private missions, laughs and deflects and fades away.

Jack can manipulate the wind; her jets are always boosted and her cars caught and righted before they can ever spin out, while any who pursue her find themselves shoved off the roads. She can deflect bullets, catch plummeting bodies and stir up various weather phenomena. As though this was not enough Jack’s power over the air allows her to create small vacuums, granting her the ability to suck oxygen from a room. To steal it right out of lungs, suffocating her opponents without lifting a finger to touch them. Alone she is more than dangerous, but Jack has always worked best with others. Her powers are particularly effective when combined with Michael or Jeremy; catching Jeremy up and hurling him like a canon ball and taking ice or flame and whirling them into deadly tornadoes. She can, just as effectively, force them all to calm down when things start getting out of hand; wind separating fights, extinguishing fires, airless pockets keeping anyone from storming away in a huff, and being sudden drenched by rain provides a wholly undignified end to any petty squabbles.

Gavin’s power is all about luck. It’s not the most exciting power at first glance; he can see probabilities, split-second calculations that manifest in inexplicable feelings, knowing just when to duck, when to take a detour, when to blow off a meeting and stay home instead. It’s not a power most people would associate with violent crime, rather imagine lotto winnings and effortless celebrity, but most people aren’t Gavin. It was simple intuition at first; shoot now, trust him, buy the ticket, check your phone. But Gavin, being Gavin, pressed for more. Worked out how to manipulate his own luck instead of relying on chance, concentrating on what he wants so his powers bend around him, gift evolving from simple suggestions into something else all together. When Gavin assures himself that all he needs in the world is to shoot his way out of a situation there is no way he will be unlucky enough have a gun run empty, when he needs to make a purchase he will never have the misfortune of running out of money, when he settles himself as the frontman of the FAHC none will be lucky enough to resist his charms. Now that he knows how to push, the limits of Gavin’s power are completely unknown – the least visibly impressive and yet the possibilities are as astounding as they are impossible. He needed a worthy crew, so he found one; they desired power, so they got it; it would be unlucky to die, so they don’t.


the finale of SPOOKY WEEK! prepare to have your childhood ruined in the scariest game yet - SPONGEBOB SLENDERPANTS👖💀

  • Amren: *points to broken coffee maker*
  • Amren: Who broke it? I’m not mad, I just want to know.
  • Elain: ... I did it, I broke it.
  • Amren: No. No, you didn’t. Cassian?
  • Cassian: Don't look at me! Look at Rhys!
  • Rhys: What? I didn’t break it!
  • Cassian: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Rhys: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken!
  • Cassian: Suspicious.
  • Rhys: No, it's not.
  • Feyre: If it matters, probably not but… Nesta was the last one to use it.
  • Nesta: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Feyre: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Nesta: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles! Everyone knows that, Fere!
  • Elain: Let’s not fight. I broke it. Let me pay for it, Amren.
  • Amren: No. Who broke it?
  • Cassian: Amren, Azriel and Mor have been awfully quiet-
  • Azriel and Mor: Really?
  • Cassian: Really.
  • Everyone: *screaming*
  • Amren: I broke it. It burned my hand so I punched it. I predict in ten minutes from now they’ll be at each others throats with war paint on their faces and a pig head on a stick… good. It was getting a little chummy around here.
  • Yoongi: *sees Hobi's tweets for his bday*
  • Yoongi: ...
  • Yoongi: I- I need a moment
  • -8 hours later-
  • Yoongi: Ok, I'm fine, everything is fine
  • Yoongi: *sees Jungkook's tweet for his bday*
  • Yoongi: fUCK

When I’m quiet, I’m afraid people think that I feel uncomfortable or upset, but I genuinely enjoy being able to sit in someone’s presence without needing to rely on words. Communication is a precious thing, don’t get me wrong. There’s just something so personal and intimate in sharing silence as well.

We Got Married (M)

Originally posted by kthmyg

8.8k words. Arranged Marriage AU. Min Yoongi.

Warning: Fingering. Phone sex. ft Kim Namjoon.

It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.

It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.

And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.

Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.

Dear Yoongi,

Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.


I know you might hate me for this.

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my favorite fics [26/?]

Autumn Leaves by @fukcinglouis; 27k, read on ao3

Summary: “Brave?” Harry frowns, caught off guard. “No, not particularly.”

“You seem brave,” Louis decides, pushing off the wall and stepping on the butt of his cigarette. “You are strong, and you are not mean. That’s good,” he assures, touching Harry’s arm gently.

“Thank you, but that’s not true,” Harry smiles ruefully. “I’m really not anything special.”

Or, Harry is an American soldier in France during World War II, and Louis is a French waiter that doesn’t mean to fall in love with him.

Okay, fair warning, this one is kind of gross, but it’s been bugging the hell out of me, so I’m just going to put it out there.

You know how, in a lot of traditional dungeon-crawling CRPGs, there’s a sewer dungeon, full of poisonous monsters and toxic sludge and whatnot?

Sometimes this dungeon is beneath an inhabited city, and that’s fine - but sometimes, the sewer is part of a set of ancient ruins.

The trouble is, well, sewage decomposes. If the ruins have literally been abandoned for centuries, then unless the sewers subsequently became a roosting area for a large bat colony or whatnot, any major toxicity should have long since subsided. And even that’s ignoring the fact that the layout of such areas tends to depict a continuing inflow of sewage in volumes that could only be generated by a densely populated settlement.

Yet the ruins above are almost entirely empty.

So we have a very awkward question on our hands: who - or what - is doing all the pooping?