oh you know just giffing my life


It’s the funniest thing ever. People say, “Oh, are you tired of the Jesus jokes yet?” I can’t get tired of the Jesus jokes because this is the rest of my life! I know that for some people I’ll always be Jesus, and people are calling it out to me and stuff, and you just have to go with it. Never in my life did I think I would be walking down the street and people would shout “Jesus!” at me in the street. It’s quite amusing.

anonymous asked:

How beautiful is Jongin in person? I keep seeing posts saying he's unreal and glowing!! Oh my life, I already cannot stand him just by looking at fan pics. Don't know if I can stand looking at him if he's in front of me!!! Asdhdjlfkjds

I have been this close to him, so I guess whatever i’m going to say has some legit-ness in it

yes the gif above is a video that i took i was shaking so much kjhsadj

So where do I even begin? Honestly, his beauty in person is something that even I cannot explain in words. You just have to see him with your own eyes! Seeing him in person will make you think that… wow he is real. Like his skin! It’s so healthy and glowing! Pictures legit don’t do him justice! You see a very ethereal pic of him? Make that 100x more ethereal. That is kim jongin in real life. He is veeeeeery beautiful in person. I’m not even exaggerating. When he’s dancing, his hair just bounces and it looks a thousand times softer in real life. And his smile? Wow. 20/10. Seeing his smile upclose is like facing the soft rays of sunlight in its waking hours of the day. And his body size is so overwhelming in real life. We all know that he’s tall and has broad shoulders. But when he begins to dance (especially his artistic ones) it just… wow. I dont have the words for it. But, it’s so breath taking. Kim Jongin is extremely beautiful, gorgeous, and stunning in real life. And pictures and fancams legit don’t do him justice.

Oh my days the negativity on here is just depressing. All you guys do, day in day out, is complain. Complain about the show. The characters. The show runner. The cast. It is beyond me. You’ve all got blinkers on and are blinded by hatred. I come on here for the gifs now and the occasional post, but you people are why I don’t bother as much. You suck the life out and soul out, i don’t know how you people are not depressed from the amount of complaining you do. I know people say they can post what they want and its their choice blah blah, agreed. But seriously? do you guys not have anything better to do than moan all day, every day, over something that isn’t even real. I’ll leave it at that. Rant over and heres a pretty #Olitz gif for you negative nancies to criticse.
iceman solit preview
  • bobby: alright guys can we not be weird about this I just want you to meet my boyfriend
  • ororo: oh bobby we're just glad you're finally with someone you want to be with
  • logan: yeah, maybe now that you know what you want you wont make such terrible relationship choices
  • daken, walking in 15 mins late w coffee: hi
  • bobby: oh look it's my boyfriend
  • logan:
  • ororo:
  • the entirety of the x-men, some even coming back to life for the sole purpose of groaning with the force of seven suns: (the verbal, screaming over each other equivalent of that gif where the guy walks in holding pizzas to a house on fire)

I was married. With a daughter. |Where are they now?| They died. |Oh, I’m so sorry.| Oh, you had no way of knowing. |What happened?| They were killed, murdered. |Murdered? Did they… did they catch who did it?| No. 

Style~Sirius Black Songfic

A/N: I burned 50 calories while writing this. How you may ask? I burned calories because I wrote this while on a fucking treadmill. Welcome to the series of inexplicable events that make up my life, including me bringing my phone to fitness class to write fanfiction of a young Sirius Black based off a modern Taylor Swift song. Gif’s not mine

Based off: Style by Taylor Swift-1989

Pairing: Young!Sirius Black x reader

Word Count: 1266

Warnings: Smoking?

Originally posted by act-more-like-a-dog-sirius


You come and pick me up, no headlights

A long drive,

Could end in burning flames or paradise

Fade into view, oh, it’s been awhile since I have even heard from you (heard from you)

I should just tell you to leave ‘cause I

Know exactly where it leads but I

Watch us go 'round and 'round each time

Sirius Black. He was a player, that was for sure, but I always thought that maybe he wasn’t actually trying to be. Maybe he was just trying to find the right person and ended up going through way more girls than he thought he would. Whether that was true or not, he still dated all these girls and than left them without a second glance. I was, in a way, one of those girls. Except I was special. I was the only one who he gave that second glance to. He came back to me a few times and even though I was almost sure that it wouldn’t last, I went with it. Every damn time.

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Minseok, Junmyeon, and Yixing Reaction to You Trying Running Away From Him After Finding Out He is in a Gang

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Part I, Part II, Part III


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GOT7: They find your Tumblr fan account

Request: oh! I’d be super embarassed if this happened, but what do you think would happen if Got7 found their girlfriend’s tumblr account and she has so many weird tags on their pictures/gifsets that just basically scream total fangirl tags (sorry if this doesn’t make sense xD )

I totally get it and I’d be TT if this happened to me with any of my biases. Thanks for requesting!~ Admin Ha Jae


*teases tf out of you*

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“choke me daddy"? Ok

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“We need to talk”

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“Girl… you ok?”

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“Babe you already know I’m big"

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*didn’t know you were about that life*

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A Very Flarrow Musical: Cisco Ramon | To Have a Home | AVPS

I didn’t always like my life. There were a lot of times I wish I could change things. Between my golden boy brother and a set of parents who just didn’t get me at all… and school, oh my god! Like, where even the nerds hated me, and that made me the biggest nerd of all. 

But you know what? Now, I love my life. My insane, incredible life.

Fighting Tigers

Daddy Dean- Fighting Tigers

Pairings: Dean Winchester x daughter reader.

Request: From jiggysupernatural: 
“Heeey, I was wondering if I could have a daughter dean imagine?? Like, maybe they get into an argument and dean says something that upsets the reader so she goes into her room crying, then he apologises???xo And can you just make it really fluffy, I’m in great need of some daddy dean xo”

Word count: 2127

Y/N = Your Name

Y/E/C = Your eye colour

Summary: Your Dad (Dean) has been away longer then he promised whilst on a hunt. You worry about his safety but after a nightmare you overthink and believe that maybe he hasn’t come home because he doesn’t love you anymore. However, when you find your Dad being sewed up by Bobby after the nightmare you as run back to bed and away from him but he is following closely behind the to confront you on the issue. 

A/N: First of all, a big thank you to the beautiful user behind jiggysupernatural for the great request. I was unsure about doing a Daddy Dean but after help from ri-spn, (who was the one who introduced me to SPN and also happens to my best friend) we thought of a good plot and ran with that. Sorry it took a while to write out and hopefully this is fluffy enough for you. Every time I try to write something fluffy i feel like it just turns depressing somehow hahaha its surprisingly really hard. Also i might have had a bit to much fun getting gifs of Dean. As always please be patient with my rookie skills. Lots of love xxx Oh and this Gif seemed fitting but I didn’t know where to put so i’m just gonna leave it here:

Originally posted by stillsomewhatsane

Three days he promised. That was a week ago. No phone calls, no texts, no nothing. Your Dad was completely off the grid. This worried you. You stopped playing with your toys and watching the TV. Drawing wasn’t appealing, nor was exploring Uncle Bobby’s car yard. Nothing could distract you from the worry your young mind possessed for your absent father. You missed your Dad tremendously. Without his presence in your life, everything seemed duller.

You missed how he made you feel safe and loved, through constant hugs and kisses. How he would dedicate all his time and attention on you when he was home from work. He would do anything you wanted, take you out for ice cream or bowling, the beach or the movies, or the Zoo, that was your favourite. You walked among the enclosures hand in hand seeing the exotic animals. Occasionally getting lost because he couldn’t read the map but the two of you didn’t mind as you ran around the zoo chasing each other. When your feet got sore or you were too short to see over all the people, he would put you on his shoulders and carry your around. I just want him to be home, you thought. He shouldn’t be away for so long.

You knew your father’s job was dangerous, you had seen the scars he possessed. However, he never would tell you the details of what he did or where he went. However, you knew that the longer the job was, the more battered and bruised he was when he finally came home. He was never phased by the intricate pattern of raised scars on his tan and worn skin. When you asked where a new one came from he would brush it off and tell you he got it fighting a tiger. 

Originally posted by ohmysupernatural

You would fall for it and be awestruck with the fact your Dad actually fought tigers. But you weren’t surprised, your Dad was pretty tough. You copied his tough attitude yourself, when you got hurt you would try to be strong like him. When he would find you with a bee sting or grazed knees he would always make a fuss over you asking if you were okay. He would wipe your tears away and pull you in for a tight hug whilst planting a gentle kiss on the top of your head. He would inspect the wound and patch it up. He always managed to make you laugh somehow whilst attending to you. You would forget about the pain and laugh with him, which won you a wide smile on your father’s face.

Now it seems that image of his smile was slowly slipping from your memory. He had been away for longer then he said and it was all you could think about. Every time the phone rang you thought it was him. You anticipated hearing your Dad’s faint gruff voice over Bobby’s ancient phone, but it was never him. Bobby would just look at you with sad eyes and shake his head to confirm what you already knew.

Every time you heard a car travelling down the motor way, you would run to the porch and sit and wait on the steps. Only to see the car you heard, continue to drive past. In recent days, you spent hours just sitting on the porch steps and staring at that road waiting for the familiar sleek black shiny car to pull in. When the sun was finally going down and the mosquitoes were emerging, Bobby would come and get you for dinner. Then you would go to sleep where you were flooded with dreams of your father being hurt and you being only just out of reach of helping him.

You woke up with a cold sweat coating the top of your lip and droplets falling down your brow. It was just a dream you told yourself, over and over as you sat up. You dreamt that you stayed at Uncle Bobby’s forever and your father never came home. Not because he was hurt but because he didn’t love you anymore. You remembered the sad dream and started to overthink the situation; that’s probably what he’s doing now, he has never left you for this long before you thought. You were crying again and became hot with anger with the idea your dream was true. This wasn’t fair you thought why didn’t he come home when he promised? Why didn’t he tell you what his job really was? Why couldn’t you just live in one place and stop moving around all the time? Why was he always leaving you? You sniffed away the last of your tears and got up to go downstairs. You pulled on your one of your Dad’s shirts for warmth. It brushed against the floor when you walked and you had to push up the sleeves so you could use your hands, but you loved it because it smelt of him. It smelt of home. You padded down the familiar stairs rubbing your weary eyes shut. When you got to the bottom of the stair case you turned to walk into the kitchen. You opened your eyes to be greeted with the sight of your father swigging on a clear bottle filled with a brown liquid. Your uncle Bobby was beside him dabbing his right shoulder and then putting down scissors in which he used to cut the string, that sewed up a large gash. Your eyes bulged with the surprise of your father sitting so casually in the kitchen after being away for so long. You were going to run to him but you remembered the dream and how he didn’t keep his word. You were angry at him because he didn’t even give you a phone call to say he was alright, instead he had left you in the dark. So, you planted your feet at the bottom of the stairs instead of running to him, now all you wanted to do was run back to your bed. But then your soft Y/E/C were caught in his forest green ones. When he first saw you he smiled but after reading your body language, he could see something was wrong. His smile fell and he looked older. 

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He didn’t like you acting out of character, usually you would scream out his name and run into his arms. He was looking forward to this and was smiling the whole way home thinking about seeing your eyes sparkle once more when you would see him. So much so, he didn’t feel the pain of the wounds when he drove a little faster so he could see you sooner. He did feel bad for leaving you for so long, he didn’t mean to but he was captured and had escaped only today from the monster he was hunting. 

“Bug?” He questioned, “Where’s my hug sweetheart?” he half smiled. You were battling an internal conflict of wanting to be in your father’s warm embrace but you were so angry at the same time. You already had one foot on the first step when you looked back to your father with glassy eyes and a wobbling lip belonging to a small pout. You then quickly ran up the stairs crying, still furious with your father.

Dean was shocked and quickly put the liquor bottle down and gingerly stood up. He grabbed a tea towel and held it to where Bobby had finished sewing him up and followed you up the stairs. “Y/N” he called, but you didn’t respond. You had crawled under the covers and were crying, still wearing your father’s shirt. Dean walked into your room and switched on the light to see you hiding under the covers with small sniffles escaping from it. He knew something was terribly wrong, the last time you did this was when you found out your Mum wasn’t ever coming home again. You heard the door squeak as it was closed and saw your father’s shadow growing and growing as he came closer to you. You felt your mattress dip as a warming hand was placed on your blanket, patting your back, “Shush sweetheart, you alright…Y/N, what’s wrong baby” he soothed. Your sobs started to slow with your father’s encouragement until you could finally reply, “Y-You were away for so-o long Dad-dy…you sa-id you-‘d be three d-days and you didn’t come h-home for another w-week. I was so s-scared”. You then started to bawl again and Dean felt a wave of guilt crash on him, “Baby I’m so sorry-” he began, but you snapped at him, “You should have c-called. I thought you-u didn’t l-love me anymore” you sobbed. Dean was shocked and he couldn’t take it anymore. He peeled away the covers you were holding and scooped you up. He sat you down on his knee and he looked straight into you red puffy eyes, “Listen to me Y/N there is no way I’d ever stop loving you. You are my whole world sweetheart. I’m so lucky to have you. I don’t know what I do without you in my life. You’re all I think about and I do everything for you, including my job. It’s hard for me too when I leave you behind. I hate it! But I have too sometimes because I can’t take you with me, it’s too dangerous. Do you understand darling? I’ll always love you” 

Originally posted by padaleckijen

You continued to rub your eyes and nodded before another sob racked your body. You weren’t crying because you were angry now, you were crying because you were so scarred of losing your Dad and you had missed him so much. “Oh hunny sh-shhush… I got you now, Daddy’s home, I’m so sorry sweetheart” He comforted you once more as he pulled you in for a warming hug. The kind you had missed so much. The kind that you arranged your pillows at night to be like, but it wasn’t the same. Even wearing his shirt, the smell was off as it mixed with Bobby’s musty house. You let your sobs slow once more as you held onto your Dad’s shirt whilst his strong arms wrapped around you. In between soothing your sobs, he kissed the top of your head, pulling you in closer. He hated seeing you in pain, it broke his heart even more knowing it was his fault. “Silly Daddy’s phone ran out of battery, that’s why he couldn’t call you. I forgot to pack the charger” he chuckled through his lie, in hope of raising your spirits. “That was very silly Daddy” you croaked into your dad’s chest, which brought a large smile to your father’s face as it reached his eyes. You sat in his arms until you were feeling drowsy and warm again,

“Hey Daddy” you yawned,

“Yeah Bug”

“What happened to your arm?”, Dean had forgotten about the pain in his arm now that he was with you.

“Oh um…you know fighting tigers as usual baby” he lied

“He got you pretty good” you admitted

“Huh, I guess he did. But you should see the tiger.”

This brought a giggle out of you as you leaned back and sat up on your father’s knee. You started playing with the zipper of his jacket as the sniffles slowed. Dean pushed away the hair falling in your eyes and just stared at you with deep love. He was so proud of you. He never thought he would ever be this lucky or happy in his life and it was all due to you.

“Can we go to the zoo again soon?” You asked, still staring at your Dad’s zipper as you pulled it up and down.

“Of course sweetheart anything you want.”

“Good. I need to tell off the tiger that you fought again. No one messes with my Daddy”

Dean chuckled again, you were truly a Winchester girl. You fell back into your Dad’s chest and he automatically enclosed you again in his arms. You fell asleep soon afterwards. Dean gently picked you up and laid you down on your bed, tucking you in whilst you cuddled with your teddy. He planted a soft kiss on the top of your forehead, closing his eyes. He then crept towards the door and turned off the lights before pulling the door shut. You were already dreaming peacefully. This time no nightmares filled your slumber. You instead were dreaming about fighting tigers with your Dad. 


My best friend is sick, it’s leukemia. And you know before she got sick when I’d see her name on caller ID, I’d be excited. You know, I’d be like what bar are we hitting? Or what happened with that guy she was crushing on? And now I see it, and I just think like, oh God, what’s wrong now? You know? I’m just, I’m scared all of the time. And of course, I mean, I can’t tell her any of that cause I just want her to get better. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost her.


Once Kanye saw Mr. Jackson, he was the one who was starstruck. He started gushing. “Oh my God, Mr. Jackson, it’s such a pleasure and an honor to meet you. You just don’t know. I’m your biggest fan. I love you so much.” The whole time, Kanye was like a kid in a candy store. I’ve never seen somebody be so humble. To see him that way was surreal. Everybody knows that Kanye can be very arrogant, and here he was, just amazed to be in the same room as Mr. Jackson.“

- Bill Whitfield and Javon Beard, Remember The Time.

Lovely day isn't it...?

(Mod: This is getting out of hand. Anon hate is really getting on my nerves. The anonymity of the Internet can only take you so far, and even if we can’t reach you from wherever you are, know that your words may just be able to define the life and death of another person across the globe. I lose respect for those who believe that masking your identity and performing such despicable acts and getting away with such things! Also… Oh, the irony that is this gif I am using.)

Originally posted by pinkrocker99


Request: “ Hi I love love love your writing you have like all my characters! So, I was wondering if you could do a Harry Villiers Fluff where his wife, the reader, was a cat and the cat and Harry are always competing for the reader’s affection. you know, just a funny fluff about harry villiers and his wife. Oh and I know it may be out of character for Harry but could you please incorporate Harry being alittle whiny and stubbornly childish about it. If you can Thank you so much!!! -xoxo”

gif is not mine.

Your life with spectacular Harry Villiers, your husband, is like idyll. You recently got a cat and you’re very happy about it, because you like to laugh at Harry who is very jealous and is constantly arguing with the cat because of your attention. 

“Don’t tell me you’re with Count Fluffo again … “ Harry comes in the room and speaks as he sees you laying on the sofa, playing with your cat. You only laugh at your husbands reaction. Harry sits near you and starts staring competition with Count Fluffo. After a whole minute he speaks again. “Seriously, this cat hates me.” You giggle.

“He doesn’t hate you Harry, he likes you.”

“No, he hates me and he’s asking for your attention on purpose, knowing that it will make me jealous.” Harry pouts and you laugh once again.

“It’s just a cat.”

“I know, but I’m still jealous, because I want you to be only mine.” Harry gives you one little cheeky smile and once again you thank God for this beautiful and funny life.

Seventeen reaction when girlfirend tell them she's pregnant

S.coups: tbh i feel like he would be so happy.. like imagine you just telling him randomly and then hell just be like in the gif getting a heart attack and then be “like are you lying you ant you.” And then probably cry 


Jeonghan: “what oh my god really!?!” and then i think he would tell all the guys and be really proud.

Joshua: I feel like he would be in shock just sitting there listening to you. But at the same time he will still be happy that he got you pregnant because you knows he wanna spin the rest of he life with you.

Jun: “um what.. am i the dad.. this is a joke right” 

Hoshi: He would be really happy but at the same time would he be really shocked. i dont think he would belive you until he see photos of can like see it on your stomach 

Wonwoo: “Really! oh my god! Please dont be joking!” 
I could really see him being a good dad

Woozi: I think Woozi would be really nervous like i don’t think he would feel ready to be a dad but he would still try his best and he would still be really happy.

DK: “Really!” *GIF*



The8: just look at the gif it says it all tbh 

Seungkwan: “what omg im to young to have a kid” 

Vernon: “Are you serious it really happened”

Dino: Dont know what to think or say or do. tbh i think he would be really scared 


My first reaction EVER and i know it not the best

I really really hope you like it
Please tell me what you think

Requested by anon


holocene-days  asked:

hi darling! i just wanted to pop by to let you know that i think the coloring on your gif set of isak and even smoking during the bed scene is absolutely beautiful oh my goodness!!! it has this honey warmth to it that i think really adds to the warmth and happiness they were both feeling during that scene!! it also really adds to the aesthetic of the scene and wow can you color my life like that lol?? have a lovely day!!! <3

i never publish asks unless they’re anon but this is sp precious i wanna keep it on my blog forever ;___;

thank you so much for taking the time to send this, i appreciate it a lot!

enough to make this gif esp for you cause u so cute


Happy Birthday Orson Welles: 6th May 1915 - 10th October 1985

Orson Welles is a giant with the face of a child, a tree filled with birds and shadows, a dog who has broken loose from his chains and gone to sleep on the flower-bed. He is an active loafer, a wise madman, a solitude surrounded by humanity. - Jean Cocteau

Ah, but Orson…that huge, strong man, you know that he’s very easily loved, but it’s very easy to hurt him…he’s capable of such beautiful things, and it’s so hard for him now to make a film that you wouldn’t be the little stone that stops the machine from going, once he has the chance to make a film.  - Jeanne Moreau

‘The Ambersons’ and 'Chimes at Midnight’ represent more than anything else what I would now like to do in films…what I am trying to discover now in films is not the technical surprises or shocks, but a more complete unity of forms, of shapes. That’s what I’m reaching for, what I hope is true. If it is, then I’m reaching maturity as an artist. If it isn’t true, then I’m in decadence, you know? - Orson Welles, in 1965

Oh… my god… you guys…! I cannot believe that there are 1000+ of you and I made this blog less than a year ago 😱

Thank you all so so so much!!! 

Y’all should talk to me, I want to get to know you all!! What’s your fave group? Who’s your bias? How is life in general? Plz I need kpop friends (or just friends in general lol)

EXO Reaction when you take their virginity

Oh my… this request >////< I just love smut! for reals. I know this both are not the same but they are pretty similar! I hope you like it huns! Good night/morning Admin A~
/I don’t own any of the gifs used, unless stated otherwise/

Chanyeol: “Let’s do this slow hun… I don’t want to mess up” *He is a natural. He has it with him and knows exactly what to do. One of the best nights of your life* 

Kris: *The next day he feels like the best man in the world* “Yeah I rocked it last night!” *Sassy AF*

Sehun: You: “I think we should start with something.. not that hard. Vanilla sex will do”
Sehun: But.. I don’t like vanilla, I love choco!” *He is not getting the idea, so innocent*

Tao: *Really worried about his role last night* “I did good! Didn’t I? .. Y/N?? .. You liked it right?” *Nervous laugh*

Kai: *He is literally in paradise* “AHHHH Y/N~” 

Xiumin: *Doesn’t let you go?* “Let’s do it again! Please! I loved it! It’s my new hobby!”

Baekhyun: *You are riding him while he is enjoying it to the fullest* “Oh jagi… keep moving like that”

Luhan: *Goes and writes every detail of last night so he won’t forget how to do it the next time* “And I moved faster.. and harder… I think she moaned when I did that.. yeah~”

Chen: “Should I lay like this? Or move a little? Should I face you? How does this work?”

Kyungsoo: *Act all innocent and hides his super perv side*

Lay: “Jaagi… Jaaagi~…this is… ahhh…~!” *Moaning like an unicorn*