now this is a life

This literally just happened

watching ‘Faith’ with Mr. Swordsman (him for the first time) 

Claire: where is my baby? I want my baby etc

**I hear music from his laptop and i’m like


**I realize what the song is**:

I believe it was @mootouman (correct me if i’m wrong!!) who requested Mista with long hair, and lemme tell you i am throwing all of my money at Araki right now and nothing is haPPENING

you know, when i think about how much more active of a writer i was when i was a kid, it’s kind of depressing.

i mean, i had the original Big Epic Fantasy Novel in the works (which i still occasionally think about going back to, but probably never will), and that came to around 500 or 600 pages when you include the countless redrafts, 50-page synopsis, character sheets, lore, worldbuilding, sequel ideas, and assorted random scenes/episodes. then there was the 90-page evil granny novel, which we all know and (?) love, the rambling play about the two kids who get trapped in the underworld together and end up organising a rebellion against the Lord of the Dead, and at least five others - all of which were over a hundred pages long. and that’s not even counting the short stories, scripts, and poetry that i churned out on a fairly regular basis.

i think about it, and it’s like: wow, how the hell did i even do that? nowadays, if i can write something that’s over 10k, it feels like a huge achievement - and even when i do manage it, it invariably gets abandoned after i lose the motivation to finish it. i’m not sure if that’s because of lack of time or lack of drive, but either way it makes me a bit sad. i hope that one day i’ll get the chance to be as prolific as my weird, obsessive eight-year-old self was.

Although it was the toughest thing, you were exactly what I needed. You were a lifetime of lessons in one human being. A single person to teach me all the different kinds of betrayal people can give a person. Like one gun with so many bullets

And I was meant to survive you

—  WritingsbyAN

[ After a month + of waiting, I finally have internet in my new home. I am so sorry for all those who have been waiting for the Runic Slumber plot to continue more so than it has, and I thank those who have held on while I’ve been rather hard to get to. Everything is coming together and I expect a full return soon! For now, I’ll be working on catching up to everything and continuing with the slow progression of the story as it comes. Thank you again to everyone who has stayed with me through this whole mess. Its been hard, but I appreciate it very much. ♥ ]

Originally posted by totallyobsessed17

The Chosen Path | Chapter 3

Chapter title: Doubt and Trust
Fandom: D.Gray-Man
Pairings: Lavi/Allen [slow burn]
Rating + warnings: T / no warnings apply
Summary: After months of running and hiding, Allen and Neah find themselves travelling with Lavi, who after narrowly escaping death at the hands of the Noah Family struggles to find purpose. They soon find themselves running from a lot more than fate, and soon they will have to decide whether they will accept the roles they’ve been forced into, or make their own path in a world that’s hellbent on taking it from them. [Canon divergent from chapter 218]


The woods were giving their last attempt to persist in the wake of the approaching winter, leaves of flame and fire falling to fade into the mud beneath. Bare branches adorned with dwindling leaves, wisps of fog and the smell of wet earth; it was peaceful here, surrounded by nature in its dying days. Since his time on the run had begun, Allen had found himself taking moments like this often, as if seeing the world around him for the first time. No, not the first; it was as if it was his last. The bitter chill seeping into his bones, the array of colour amongst the darkened bark of dying trees; it was a stark reminder that he was still here, still living and breathing. It left him feeling sombre, a strange combination of both bitterness and reverence. This world would exist whether he was in it or not, and though that caused him pain, it was also comforting. For now, there was a world to live within, places to observe, things to see and smell and taste.

Until the day the world ended, or he ceased to exist, there was a place for him under these endless skies.

[Read on or AO3]

Lance & Hunk Broship

•Lance will just rant to Hunk for hours about how much he hates Keith
-“…and his dumb face and his stupid mullet- I mean it’s not the 80s any more, why doesn’t he just cut it off-”
-and Hunk just sits there like ‘Mmhmm, yeah, that’s right, you hate him so much. you aren’t hopelessly in love with that boy at all
you totally don’t want to kiss him till you’re both gasping for breath
you don’t want to make sweet love to him on a bed draped in silk sheets and rose petals. not one bit.’

•Sometimes they’ll look at each other and nod like they just had a mental conversation
-Keith is completely mystified by this

•Lance once tried to help Hunk in the kitchen to disastrous effect

•They’re always completely honest with each other; they’ll talk about pretty much anything. (This obviously means that Lance brings up some freaking weird stuff.)
-Hunk talks about how much he misses Earth, misses the heat and scents and laughter of his family kitchen, packed with far more people then it could comfortably hold.
-Lance tells him about how useless he feels among the paladins, how confused he is about his purpose, his life.

•Whenever Lance feels shitty he goes to Hunk for chamomile tea and pillow forts. Hunk lets him scream and rant and sob into his shoulder and is basically the Best Bro Ever.

These two are just amazing. I love my lil idiots. If you have any ideas/request, please ask me! I’m fresh out.


Imagine Jungkook meeting Nicki…
His head’ll probably explode seeing her ass.

this makes me sound desperate but idc

 soo. hey, my name is olli. i am a sad person that could really use a good friendo. its not a whole lot of requirements, but a couple things that would make it easier for me to talk to you would be: 

 1) lgbt+ (i talk about my wife alot so if you’re not a supporter or not in that spectrum then whats the point)

 2) not a trump supporter or someone that believes in “white power” 

3) likes anime, adventure time, steven universe, and bee & puppycat, etc. 

4) likes supernatural, or corpse party, or creepy things in general

 5) not being a 50-year-old pedo 

6) likes aesthetics, vaporwave, fall out boy (older albums), panic at the disco, etc.

you can dm me on tumblr if you want, i would find it easier if it was my discord, being “ ☆olli☆#3157″. i hope to hear back from someone

more klance in skirts bc!! it’s!! important!!

Mourning bride: “I have lost all” (and I’m just a tad bit perturbed that the flower is really reminiscent of Shiro’s color scheme)

For the Flower Exchange HERE, for the wonderful Cilan(tuckersfelix) on twitter…I’ve been raring to do some sad sheith stuff for a while now so thanks for PROMPTING me to PROMPTLY finish this wonderful PROMPT you provided to accompany this IMPROMPTU ok I’ll stop now

But I do hope you enjoy

((Please don’t reupload elsewhere thank))