one year ago i saw you for the first time

sarahmgellar: “20 years ago today, I had the greatest privilege to bring Buffy to your tv screens for the first time. It was a long and challenging road to get there. First the movie, then a passed over pilot presentation, and eventually a mid season time slot on a little known network. That first season, we liked to think of ourselves as the little show that could. While we knew the potential, I don’t think any of us saw the lasting impact our show would have. As an actor, you wish for that one role where you can leave your mark and forever be remembered, with Buffy I got so much more. She’s a feminist challenge to gender hierarchy. Buffy may have been the Chosen One, but I was the lucky one. Thank you to Gail Berman for always believing there was a show in that movie. Thank you to Joss Whedon, for trusting me to give life to one of the greatest female characters ever created. Thank you to David, for always being my Angel. Thank you to James for understanding that while Buffy and Spike may have been love/hate, I have nothing but love for you. Alyson, as any woman knows, you are nothing without the love and support of great female friends, so thank you for being that. Michelle, you will always hold a key to my heart. Thank you to all the incredible actors for seven seasons of amazing performances. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the incredible crew that worked tirelessly (and also really tired) to bring this show to life. And lastly, but most importantly thank you to all of you, the fans. We made this show for you, and your unwavering support has kept this show going long past our seven years. You are everything. And always remember…“if the apocalypse comes, beep me” #buffyslays20

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translation: fantaemsie

listener #1: sent in a message about going to see the supermoon.
jonghyun: i read the article about it, too0! i first heard about the super moon …, this kind of of word a few years ago and, ever since then, it seems like i keep hearing talk about it every year. it rained over seoul a bit here and there so i thought you couldn’t see the moon (this time). how is it? are you about to see the moon right now? for the ones who saw it …, is it the biggest moon you’ve ever seen?

listener #2: sent in a message saying that you could see the supermoon well in seoul’s sky.
jonghyun: i should try and see it, too. i’ll be leaving work later~. it seems like it’d be pretty. it’s pretty, right? but …, you know …, there’s the yellow moon and the white moon …, which one is it tonight? you know …, i really like the moon a lot. i’ve wrote lyrics about it, too. it’s somehow such a beautiful scenery, always. there’s also the full moon, half moon and the crescent moon. the amusing moon that takes on numerous shapes. it’s such an interesting natural scenery.

Two Worlds Pt. 1: John Laurens x Alexander Hamilton’s Sister Reader

In collaboration with: @desperatepenguin722 who has been doing amazing ask Ham’s every weekend. Love you!

Word Count: 1317

A/N: In this story, you’re Alexander Hamilton’s sister, a freshman at the same college that your brother attends. I’m really proud of this one. I hope you like it!


Your first day of college was something you had been waiting for since your first day of high school, four years ago. The day you got your acceptance letter to Columbia University was such a blessing. You screamed when you saw the letter and rushed inside to call your brother.

You carried the family name of Hamilton and, because of your brother, that name had a lot of stock behind it. Alex passed every class with flying colors. Every time you walked in the classroom, the first question they asked was, ‘Is your brother Alexander Hamilton?’ You always replied ‘yes’ with a sigh.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your brother. You adored him. Maybe you were jealous of him sometimes, but you would never admit that. He was your number one cheerleader and sometimes even your best friend. So, when you called Alex with your acceptance, he was even more excited than you were. You knew that it was mostly because he went to Columbia as well and this gave him a chance to look after you again, which was something he loved. He was overbearing and overportective, but sometimes it was sweet.

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sarahmgellar: 20 years ago today, I had the greatest privilege to bring Buffy to your tv screens for the first time. It was a long and challenging road to get there. First the movie, then a passed over pilot presentation, and eventually a mid season time slot on a little known network. That first season, we liked to think of ourselves as the little show that could. While we knew the potential, I don’t think any of us saw the lasting impact our show would have. As an actor, you wish for that one role where you can leave your mark and forever be remembered, with Buffy I got so much more. She’s a feminist challenge to gender hierarchy. Buffy may have been the Chosen One, but I was the lucky one. Thank you to Gail Berman for always believing there was a show in that movie. Thank you to Joss Whedon, for trusting me to give life to one of the greatest female characters ever created. Thank you to David, for always being my Angel. Thank you to James for understanding that while Buffy and Spike may have been love/hate, I have nothing but love for you. Alyson, as any woman knows, you are nothing without the love and support of great female friends, so thank you for being that. Michelle, you will always hold a key to my heart. Thank you to all the incredible actors for seven seasons of amazing performances. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the incredible crew that worked tirelessly (and also really tired) to bring this show to life. And lastly, but most importantly thank you to all of you, the fans. We made this show for you, and your unwavering support has kept this show going long past our seven years. You are everything. And always remember…“if the apocalypse comes, beep me” #buffyslays20

Sherlock x Reader: How You Meet

A/N: This is my first x reader! There are probably many faults in this but it is only my first one. I hope you like it. x


You breathed in the London air as you emerged from the tube station in Baker Street, from which you walked down to the flat 221B to meet your childhood friend Doctor John Watson. The last time you had seen your friend was two years ago when he had left the army. John was depressed last time you saw him and he was not the same. But then again it was expected. He had seen his comrades being blown up and possibly worse. He’d even been shot himself! Luckily from what you had heard of him recently, he was fine. You went to the same primary school, secondary school and later university. He was four years your senior however your families were close which resulted in you both being. You had travelled by train from your hometown to London. Before catching the tube down to Baker Street, you had dropped your luggage at the hotel you were staying at which was opposite the British Library. You were that happy you were practically skipping down the street, your h/c hair flowing behind you. You found yourself stood outside the black door of 221B with a beaming smile on your face. You had been waiting for this moment. The door flew open after you had knocked and stood there was an elderly woman.

 

“Hello, are you Miss Y/N?” The woman asked.

“Yes,” You said smiling.

“I’m Mrs Hudson, the landlady however I am often treated like the housekeeper!” The friendly woman laughed. “Where are my manners? Come on in dear!” You entered the corridor and a faint sound of violin could be heard from upstairs.

“They’re just upstairs,” Mrs Hudson informed you.

They?" You questioned.

"Yes, his flatmate. Did he not tell you?”

“Oh, yes he did.” You recalled the phone calls you had with John and when you had read his blogposts. “I’ll be upstairs.” You ascended the stairs and walked into a messy living room. You found a tall, brown and curly haired man looking out the window playing his violin. ‘He must have seen me as I was walking down the street,’ you thought to yourself. You did not yet know what his facial appearance was as his back was facing you. In an armchair sat one of your closest friends.

 

“John!” You exclaimed. As soon as you spoke the music stopped and your friend jumped up from his seat.

“Y/N!” He replied rushing over to you. You had noticed his limp had gone. He pulled you into a hug. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you also,” You replied.

Pulling away your friend gestured to the man who was playing the violin. He had now turned to face you. “Y/N, meet Sherlock Holmes.” The man he had pointed to was around six foot with a mop of curly brown hair on his head and had a pair of pale blue eyes. He was wearing in a white dress shirt, a black blazer and black slacks to match. He was also wearing shiny black dress shoes. You also noted that he had very nice cheekbones.

 

You held out your hand and said, “I’m Y/N, Y/N L/N.” He shook it. His light blue eyes were looking into yours. It was like he was reading your very soul. “You’re analysing me,” you stated crossing your arms and raising an eyebrow.

“Yes,” He said. “I do have a habit of doing that…” You both were staring at each other for about a minute before John broke the ice.

“Alright Sherlock,” John said smiling. “Let’s not deduce Y/N right now, she’s only just got here! I don’t want her to storm out because she’s mad at you. I haven’t seen her in two years!” He chuckled. “He can be a right prick at times.” You laughed.

Sherlock had chosen to ignore his comments. “You’re a teacher and you had-”

“Sherlock!” John yelled cutting Sherlock off. “Please don’t.”

“Well Miss Y/N, I am sure you and John have a lot of catching up to do.” And with that, Sherlock turned around and walked into his bedroom.

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11.21.15  Back to the Future Hearts Tour  (Liacouras Center, Philadelphia, PA)

One year ago today I saw my favorite band live for the first time, after being a fan for almost five years. Unfortunately, today also marks the anniversary of Gavi’s death and I know that that show was one of the hardest the guys ever had to play but I am so so grateful that they did. I know they were going through something incredibly difficult but they put on such a great show – the energy was amazing, the set was awesome and you honestly couldn’t tell that there was anything that made this show different from any other show they played that tour. I am just so thankful that I finally got the opportunity to see them live. 

This band means the world to me. I am so thankful for their music, their personalities, the jokes they make in interviews and their general existence. I am so proud to call myself an All Time Low fan. 

So much has happened in the last year - Alex got married, Alex and Jack hosted the APMAs for a second time, STD II came out and the boys started working on new music. Here’s to another great year, continued success and an awesome future filled with brilliant new music and stunning live shows.

Zack, Rian, Jack and Alex, I love all of you. Thank you so much. 

Them

Okay, Kristina didn’t allow me to post the 5th chapter of Storm of Life, but instead she finished this one shot, as the Brits are just a couple of days away and I got inspired. I hope you like it. Enjoy it😘


It seemed as if he couldn’t stand still, once he saw her on stage just a few feet away from him. Looking charmingly radiating, her voice made his heart tremble. A tight, black dress showing off her curves, And he couldn’t stop looking at her, mesmerized just like the first time he laid his eyes on her, 2 years ago in the exact same city, same month, same event. Brits 2017 were being held at O2 Arena in London, as always, and he couldn’t help himself getting captivated by numerous flashbacks that kept hitting him hard, one after another. Meeting her eyes, getting to know them, belonging to them. Moments he could never get over. 

All was said and done between them, and he was supposed to have moved on. He was expected to close the chapter on her, and turn the page. With no regrets or doubts tormenting his sleep at night. But, that’s not the way it goes. Instead, he cried and blamed timing and differences and everything that made him hope it’d hurt a little less. Everything that would stop him from blaming himself. But, in the back of his head, a million of what if’s were swirling around. What if he had let her in? What if he had put his fears aside? What if he had just asked her to stay? What if he had been a better man and fought for her more? He’d wonder but never got answers. And he had to learn to live with that tragedy.

After 8 months, it was supposed not to hurt just as bad as the moment he saw her walk away. And in fact, it didn’t. Or maybe he just got used to the constant, consuming fire inside of him by the lack of answers, and by the absence of her.

Her. He had loved her. God, he loved in a way he never thought possible. So passionately, vividly…fiercely. He loved her like there was tomorrow, like her name was tattooed on his veins and like his cells would die whispering her name loud enough for the new ones being born to understand, he loved her. Losing her was ground shaking for him, but not unexpected. It didn’t make his heart shatter any less when he heard those words coming out of her mouth though , echoing through the room,freezing everything inside of him. Seeing her into someone else’s arms made him doubt his sanity, made him do things he regretted. Seeing her into someone else’s arms made him feel powerless, for the first time in his life. His ego was shook, but he still loved her. Undoubtedly. 

Magic existed in their love, the energy they faced everything with. After her tour ended, she hoped one day she could let herself wrapped in his soul, putting her worries to rest, but deep down the realization that they wouldn’t last the test, held her back. Because, there was so much more to learn. She hoped her heart would collide with his, fleeting their souls. Patience would fill the silence, and she desperately wanted to find that balance, of remaining loyal to her independence and learning to belong to someone. She wanted to honor her truths, but also have what she always desired, ever lasting love and passion that sets doubts on fire.

Their love was like hurricane; bold, reckless, dangerous, intense. And since they parted away, they had to learn to live and love the calmness and safety of soft breezes and drizzles. If one would ask if they felt happy that way, maybe they’d reply yes. There’s something beautiful about stability. The fire burned too bright, destroying everything they were and had. And, they thought they had changed. He thought lightning cannot strike the same place twice, but seeing her again after months of barely even hearing her name, the undeniably fact hit him. Sometimes a bigger fire can be born from the ashes, stronger than before.

“And the British Single away goes to…” Rosie voice echoed through the arena, as Adam was sipping from his glass. He knew he’d never win, he had never won a Brit before and this year wouldn’t make any difference. Still, the thought of him winning his first Brit from a song they made together would mean so much to him. At least something forever lasting was created by the mess of the love they made. 

She paused for a few seconds, then a sincere smile flushed through her face as she announced the winner “…to Calvin Harris and Rihanna for This is what you came for.”

All eyes on him as a loud round of applause took over. Lights on him, Calvin Harris stood up tall and smiling. Looking around his table, his friends clapping and smiling at him, she was his first thought. That time she asked him if he believed in forever, and he replied he knew everything was temporary. Although, deep down he was hoping was his forever. She was now his inerasable past marking his future. 

Hugging Mark quick, he patted his shoulders and simply whispered “Do it.” How did he know what was going through Adam’s head? Calvin Harris had just won an award, could he be Adam on a stage where all eyes and ears are on him? 

Making his way to the stairs , there she was. Standing, and politely smiled at him. Rare were the times when Adam had won over Calvin in public but having her gaze melt into his after months, his heart spoke loudly and surely. Walking towards her, he could tell by her expression, she wasn’t expecting it. Holding out his hand, being now face to face with the woman he had loved to madness, he whispered just for them to hear “Come with me on stage, I wouldn’t have won this without you.”

“Please, no. We both know I don’t deserve to be there. It’s your moment, you should …”

“I don’t have much time left. Please.” his hand still hanging in the air, waiting for hers patiently. She looked at it. In her heart, there were no doubts. It was her head that was putting on the fight, but closing her eyes she gently put her hand above his. Instinctively, intertwining their fingers, he led their way up the stairs. She could feel her heart racing, as she gripped ever so softly. Almost as if she scared to break his hand, but felt safe when he tightened the grip. 

As he reached to Rosie, he went in for a friendly hug, before she handed him the award, they were forced to part their hands, she looked at him. He had changed so much since the last time she had had him this close. You could tell the maturity in his eyes, they were gentler. But, she could still see the fire in them. The right word, the right touch and she knew, it’d still be there. Her eyes fixated on his smile, she thought of how once she basically, almost, lived based on that of his. Like that sickeningly coffee she needed to have every morning to open her eyes and start her day. Absorbed by his presence, she found herself lost in his details for the millionth time. The curves of his lips, the creases on his hands, his clean, cut nails, how gently, yet firmly he would hold everything, his perfectly trimmed beard, his unfocused gaze looking out on a sea of people. As she was standing there, she thought of the time, right before she’d meet his gaze for the first time, Ellie had jokingly said “You’ll fall in love with him”. She had rolled her eyes back then, sarcastically answering “Yeah, and the water will set me on fire”, but this time around, after everything that has been said and done between them, she found herself smiling. She had fallen in love that hard with him, she could swear, water, indeed, did burn her. 

As he received the award, leaning forward to the mic, she smiled. He was always too tall, always had to bend or squat if he wanted to be heard. Looking at the statue one last time, which seemed so small in his hands, he held a deep breath. “Well…wow. I was not expecting this. Genuinely talking. First, I would just like to say that I feel honored to have been nominated among great artists and incredible songs and have won this. Hmm, well I guess when it comes down to it, this happened because you guys liked it and supported the song so thank you. Means the world.” he drew in a deeper breath “and hmm, I’d like to dedicate this award to 4 amazing women. my mum,i’d like to publicly apologize for not being the son you deserve. My sister, last year you said you were honored to be my sister, well let me tell you that by having you as my sister God has blessed me in so many ways. hm .. the third woman i’d like to thank is absolutely Rihanna, for not only making everything possible to record this song but for just being the outstanding artist she is.  And the last woman i’d like to thank is someone who made this record perfect.. - looking back at her, her mouth parted, he eyes teary. - …thank you Taylor. and if you can, one day, please forgive me. - facing towards the crowd once more - once again, thank you.” 

She couldn’t believe her ears, as her heart fell on her stomach, it was pointless to try and fight back the tears, as they flushed streaming down her cheeks. Her bottom lip shaking as he was there, right in front of her. The man of her broken dreams was vulnerably apologizing for the whole world to see. Trying to think of the countless times she prayed he’d choose her instead of his pride, she sobbed silently. She could see no one else in the room. For a brief moment, it was just him, as he pulled his strong arms gently around her, burying his face of the crock of her neck, breathing her in deeply as if for the past 8 months, his breath has been denied. And she gripped hard on his shoulders, with everything inside of her, everything that she felt slowly coming back to life. And she found questioning herself, how late is too late to rekindle an unfortunate love?

Time flies! It wasn’t that long ago i made my previous follow forever, and now here we are again, another huge milestone reached! And not even a year went by since i made this blog!

This one is kind of special to me, because i finally hit the follower count i dreamed of when i first started off! I saw other blogs and admired them for it, and now thanks to all of you wonderful people, i can call myself one of those blogs! Thank you so much for that. This gives me the feeling that i’m being heard, that i’m not just throwing content into the void but that there are people who actually care for what i write. And that encourages me. It’s not about the number, it’s about the feeling i get, to know that i’m not doing this for nothing.

I hope you don’t have to feel shy to talk to me anymore, though! I’d love more interaction with all of you! 

During this time, i’ve also gained some lovely mutuals, some of which i can call my friends on this site and i’m so happy to know you guys! 💕

Listed below under the cut are the blogs i follow myself and make my tumblr experience that much more enjoyable! Definitely go check them out, they’re all amazing! 

Happy holidays everyone! 🎄 ❄️

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20 years ago today, I had the greatest privilege to bring Buffy to your tv screens for the first time. It was a long and challenging road to get there. First the movie, then a passed over pilot presentation, and eventually a mid season time slot on a little known network. That first season, we liked to think of ourselves as the little show that could. While we knew the potential, I don’t think any of us saw the lasting impact our show would have. As an actor, you wish for that one role where you can leave your mark and forever be remembered, with Buffy I got so much more. She’s a feminist challenge to gender hierarchy. Buffy may have been the Chosen One, but I was the lucky one. Thank you to Gail Berman for always believing there was a show in that movie. Thank you to Joss Whedon, for trusting me to give life to one of the greatest female characters ever created. Thank you to David, for always being my Angel. Thank you to James for understanding that while Buffy and Spike may have been love/hate, I have nothing but love for you. Alyson, as any woman knows, you are nothing without the love and support of great female friends, so thank you for being that. Michelle, you will always hold a key to my heart. Thank you to all the incredible actors for seven seasons of amazing performances. I would be remiss if I didn’t mention the incredible crew that worked tirelessly (and also really tired) to bring this show to life. And lastly, but most importantly thank you to all of you, the fans. We made this show for you, and your unwavering support has kept this show going long past our seven years. You are everything. And always remember…“if the apocalypse comes, beep me” #buffyslays20
—  Sarah Michelle Gellar’s instagarm

anonymous asked:

Hi hi hi i just found your art blog like 2 days ago because i'm practically obsessed with the beatles right now (even tho i've liked them for years) and oh my godddddd I LOVE UR ART SO MUCHHHH like you seriously make me want to start drawing again. i think the first time i saw your art it was on instagram?? im not sure if you have one right now or that you did but that's what i think correct me if im wrong and i remember thinking like "pffft, beatles slash..." and now im in slash hell thank u

oh boy, i DO have an instagram, but i hardly update it 8^[ so haha maybe someone else was uploading my art that you saw? well its fine, as long as they put a source! and they aren’t somehow intensely profiting in some other way in their life with… Beatles Shipping Art of all things.

hahaah anyway IM GLAD YOU’RE INTO THE BEATLES THO!!! AND YOU’RE IN BEATLES CARTOON SHIPPING HELL WITH ME X’^D thank you for the message

Pure Craving

Summary: In which Hinata has intense food cravings and Naruto tries his best to deliver.

Note: Hi guys! NaruHina has been one of my strongest and longest OTP’s, and I’m surprised this is my first fanfiction of them! I always figured these two would take my fanfiction virginity, but somehow they didn’t. Either way, I’m so happy to finally contribute to my 7-year OTP! Hope you enjoy!



Naruto felt his breath and all the stresses of his day sigh away the moment he saw his home. It was a humble little house, but the memories that it held were everlasting. He and Hinata had moved in a couple years ago, but he still couldn’t get over the feeling of giddiness every time he returned home from a long mission.

He’s been more reluctant to leave home as of late, since the announcement of Hinata’s pregnancy. Neither were expecting the news a couple months ago, but both quickly accepted and welcomed the upcoming arrival. Naruto himself was overjoyed and terrified. He didn’t know what kind of dad he would be, or if he would even be a good one, but Hinata’s consistent reassurance helped sooth him.

There was no doubt in his mind that Hinata would be a good mother. She was the most caring woman Naruto had ever met. Hell, after they moved in together Naruto didn’t know how he ever functioned without her. She became the beacon of his life, his best friend, one of his most precious people.

Naruto approached the front door and swung it open.

“Hinata!” Naruto called out eagerly, closing the door behind him. “I’m…. home?”

Naruto stood at the entryway of their kitchen, completely frozen.

Or well, what looked like their kitchen. Mess didn’t quite cover what Naruto was witnessing. Every imaginable drawer was opened and emptied, their convents scattered all over the floors and tabletops. No crevice was left exposed. It looked as though they’ve been thoroughly ransacked. In fact, Naruto would have been under the impression that they had been robbed if it weren’t for Hinata standing in the midst of the chaos, smiling at him completely oblivious.

“Welcome back, Naruto-kun!” She greeted him, leaning out from behind a cabinet. “How was your mission?”

“Uh,” Naruto regarded his wife carefully. “It was fine?”

“Oh good!” Hinata smiled. “I’m glad.”

Naruto just stared. He was waiting for the part where Hinata explained the state of the room. This was too much for simple house cleaning. And they weren’t due to move out of the house for another few months.

After a few more moments of no enlightenment, Naruto decided to speak up.

“So uh,” Naruto scratched the back of his head. “What’s with all…?”

He gestured around. “This?”

“Oh!” Hinata glanced around the room, as if just noticing the disorder herself. “I’m sorry for the mess, Naruto-kun. I was just searching for that box of cinnamon rolls we bought the other day.”

Ah. That explained the mess. For the last few weeks, Hinata had been experiencing some intense cravings. Her most common desire was cinnamon rolls. Naruto had witness her devour an entire case of them in under six minutes. It was both frightening and slightly arousing.

“Oh, that,” Naruto rubbed the back of his neck, grinning sheepishly. “I ate the last one this morning when I was running late. I’m sorry.”

When Naruto didn’t hear an immediate response, he blinked his eyes open.

“Hinata?”

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Blue Neighborhood {Part 1}

A/N: This was a request I got a hella long time ago, and I’m working on it now. There will be three parts, and it’s based on Troye Sivan’s Blue Neighbourhood Trilogy. Hope ye enjoy! Send requests if you have them!


They were only ten years old the first time they saw each other, and it was one of those storybook moments that people always talk about. The school was crowded, new, fresh with bright eyed and bushy tailed students eager for the day to begin and end. School, well, school held meaning for them. That was where they met, even if it wasn’t intentional; but something told Tyler that it was fate when he saw Craig sitting by himself at lunch. Ten year old Tyler? Not so much. He merely looked at it as an opportunity to make a new friend.

After getting his tray, he waltzed right over to the boy whose name he wasn’t sure about yet, and sat down. “It’s okay if I sit here, right?” Tyler was anything but shy. The other boy looked up, wire rimmed glasses framing his face; he hadn’t even noticed Tyler sit down. But he nodded, regardless of the situation. Tyler smiled at his answer, and began to eat his lunch, taking note of the silence. “You’re new here, right?” He’d never seen the boy around school before so it was easy to assume.

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Writing Contest #8

(Excuse me for mistakes I’m from Germany and my English is…meh. :DBut I couldn’t resist to try it.) 

My Note; Your english is great!! Never apologise for that! Also, thank you for submitting, I loved it!

Submitted by: pinkfluffyfurycorn

Prompt: Seeing them together broke your heart (I changed the tense because of the P.O.V.)

Character: Tate Langdon x Reader

Fandom: American Horror Story (Season 1)

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rosaiism  asked:

I ship her with almost everyone but my favs are ichihime & grimmhime lol

WHO DO YOU SHIP HIME WITH?


                   i didn’t really start shipping ichihime until the fullbringer arc tbh. i always saw orihime’s love as one sided and thought she definitely deserved better than to be constantly pining over a boy who didn’t return her feelings. but the first time i made my orihime blog about two years ago, i did a reread of the manga, and noticed a lot of interactions between them that i’d either missed, or overlooked when i was younger. sdfdslksd basically i’m trying to say is i fuckin ship it too lmaoo

                  and as for grimmhime.  .  .   i’m still very much on the fence about this ship. i definitely wouldn’t ship them during the hueco mundo arc,  but maybe later during the quincy war,  when she’s a bit older and a bit more confident in herself and her abilities. 

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IMAGINE YOU ARE THE ONE FROM THE EYE AND DANNY PROPOSES TO YOU.

  [ requested by ellesbellexx ◄  ]

You saw incredulous how Danny kneeled facing you and taking your hand, gently. You heart beated faster than ever in your life as you saw how the man that you had loved since six years ago was going to ask you the biggest question; you couldn’t believe it, you was going to jump like a child.

“Danny, what are you doing?” - you asked with a big smiled, laughing, for the first time without know how to act or react

.“I have been always looking for something, something that I need it the most, I felt it; now I know that it isn’t something, it is someone. (Y/M) I know you since six years and eight months ago, and there isn’t a day that I’m not thankful for started to looking for that something, for looking for that magic” - you started to laught with tears appearing in your eyes, without assimilate what was saying. - “ I never imagined that I could say something like this, but it’s the true (Y/N). “ - he extracted a black box from his pocket and he opened it at you, showing a beautiful and small ring with a special shine.- “I am deeply, ridiculously in love with you (y/f/n) and I wanna spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” - he asked with a shine in his eyes. But you didn’t say nothing, you were crying of hapinness but you didn’t say anything. - “What do you say?”

“I need another second please. I need to remember every little thing about how perfect my life is right now.” - you said with a lovely smile. Then Danny smiled and put your ring in your finger. You looked at it and then at your now fiancé, who raised himself and received you in his arms. 

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Tano Yuka’s letter to Renapon!

Rena-chan。Happy Birthday。

The first time I met Rena-chan、it was for last years AKB Kouhaku。
As soon as you saw me、you started to shed tears of joy
This made me really happy。

When I heard that I’m the one you admires、
I thought a lot about how I should approach my work、
and I made the decision to do my best in every Performance and every other activity、 so that I can be a good role model for my Kouhai。Thank you。

Not long ago、the Niigata48 group、and you as a first Generation member started your activities。

Maybe I’m not in a position to tell this to you、but Rena-chan
the value of the theater、you should never forget it。
Please never forget the scenery from the stage。And the loud cheers from the fans。

When we make our debut、we might take it for granted。
But、please consider how to express your gratitude in each and every performance。
Me too、I always think about it。

Rena-chan、I also think the younger generations are very important for us。
You might have to work a lot for the future of the group、
But don’t forget the most important thing、to enjoy the things in front of your eyes。
Happy feelings are really strong and contagious。
And with this、the result will come 。

Also don’t forget there are a lot of fans、 and Staff members、who are cheering for you。

And in the future、when you’re a Senpai yourself、please show your Kouhai’s the same scenery you saw 。
I think it’s an important connection from every Kouhai to their Senpai's。
My Senpai’s too、they showed us a lot of amazing sceneries。

I think the opportunities to meet are slim、but still、
I want to talk more with you、and I want to get to know you better。
I don’t know if I’m reliable for it、
but Rena-chan、I really want to inspire you to do your best。

Rena-chan I’ll cheer you on、and all of NGT48 members too。

But、AKB will not lose。
Let’s work hard together、and raise our groups to the top。

Really、Happy Birthday。

Tano Yuka。

“Our eyes met again today.”

She laughs. “I know, it’s kind of pathetic but I just can’t stop thinking about that one millisecond where I looked up and found you already gazing down at me and your hazel eyes met mine for the first time in over a year and I was so caught by surprise that I let myself smile.”

“And,” she pauses. “I could have sworn that I saw the corner of your mouth twitch up ever so slightly.”

She sighs and smiles but the glimmer has faded from her eyes and is replaced by the heartbreak she thought had left months ago.

“Then you looked away and laughed at something someone else said and I was left to remember that I’m not the one that makes you smile anymore.”

—  It’s days like this I question why I pushed you away, 20/05/2015

“I’m a second generation overseas Korean. Back then, my mother was forced to settle in the Soviet Union by Stalin and she gave birth to me there. I’m now 60 years old, so back when I was young there weren’t many Asians in Russia. So if you went around with other Asians, people would threw rocks at you for being so. One day, because I was a piano major, I competed in a contest for a college entrance exam. The professor saw my performance and said, "You are number one.” So of course I thought that I had passed, but when the results came out, I found out I had failed. It didn’t make sense, so I asked that Russian professor why I had failed, and he said then, “Because you’re an Asian.” The memory from then is still so clear. Time continued on like that and 30 years ago I entered Korea for the first time. But I’m not a native person here either. If I say that I’m an overseas Korean, then people see me differently. I can feel it.

“Which country do you think you belong to now?”
“Ich weiß es nicht (I’m not sure)**.”

**Spoken in German

“저는 러시아 교포 2세에요. 어머니가 그 당시에 스탈린 때문에 어쩔 수 없이 소련에 정착하면서 거기서 저를 낳으셨어요. 제가 60세니까 어렸을 때만 해도 러시아에 동양인들이 많이 없다 보니 동양인들끼리 돌아다니면 사람들이 동양인이라고 돌도 던지고 그랬어요. 어느 날은 제 전공이 피아노라서 대학 입학 시험으로 경연을 하게 되었어요. 교수님이 제 연주를 보고 ‘유 아 넘버 원’이라 하길래 당연히 합격할 줄 알았는데 결과를 보니 떨어진 거예요. 이해가 안 돼서 왜 떨어졌는지 그 러시아 교수한테 물어봤더니 그때 얘기하는 게, ‘동양인이어서’라고… 아직도 그때 기억이 선명해요. 그렇게 지내다 30년 전에 처음 한국에 들어왔어요. 근데, 저는 여기서도 여기 사람이 아니더라고요. 교포라고 하면 저를 다르게 봐요. 그게느껴져요.”
“지금은 본인이 어느 나라 사람이라고 생각하세요?”
“Ich weiß es nicht (잘 모르겠어요.)” 

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Ok, this is all of the information I have so far:

The girl in the picture with Ricky is Jaime. Her Instagram is jaimelevit.

I first saw the picture of Ricky and Jaime on @i-will-be-unstoppable ’s blog, so credit goes to her for that!

A girl on FaceBook sent me the screenshot of Jaime’s caption on the photo, “This time one year ago I met @ // rickyhorrorx and it changed my life. I am so incredibly thankful for you and all of the happiness you bring me. I couldn’t imagine my life without you”.

The other picture is of Ricky’s comment on the photo, “💘💘💘💘💘💘”. I also got that from @i-will-be-unstoppable ’s blog.

In my opinion, I think that they’re most likely dating and that they’re really cute together. However, nothing has been confirmed and I haven’t been thinking about it much; I love MIW for their music. I don’t like to obsess with their personal lives much, but so many people have been asking about this so I thought I would post all of the info I had. 😁

Mass Hysteria

Internet, I thought we talked about this already. I thought that we decided that everyone wins when it comes to this new Ghostbusters movie. New movie means new fans. New fans means new Ghostbusters content. New Ghostbusters content means MORE GHOSTBUSTERS!!! Love the old movies? You get an ULTRA HIGH DEF 4K release of the originals, new toys of the original team, and even an ANOVOS build your own Proton Pack kit. These are things we didn’t have a year ago. But no, here we are again. A whole new generation is about to be introduced to Ghostbusters, many for the very very first time and some of you are being douchebags.

I can’t remember the first time I saw Ghostbusters. My father once explained that it was my mother’s idea, showing me the film at such a young age. I still have the flight suit from when I was five. My mother has kept it in perfect condition and I one day hope to give it to my children.  (She loved Bill Murray, Dan Ackroyd, and Harold Ramis, which means I also saw Stripes and the Caddyshack films WAY too soon…) What I do remember is the play: crafting ghost stories, hunting ghosts, and the inventions. Those three things, for me, is what Ghostbusters has always been about.

Flash-forward twenty six years. There is a new Ghostbusters movie coming out. I know, right? How friggin’ cool is that? There are new books, new toys, new characters, and and and… I was in a supermarket the other day and saw no less than four magazines whose covers referenced “SLIME!” Ecto-Cooler is (allegedly) back in stores (not that you can find it, but I had some at an event, so it may actually exist in the wild AHEM)! There are Ghostbusters meet-ups like the BBQ Films Ghostbusters Firehouse at Villain in Brooklyn and Madame Tussaud’s Ghostbusters Experience (Which is OUTSTANDING and even with an hour wait, the VOID VR game is INCREDIBLE). If you can’t tell, I am OVER THE MOON about this thing. Seriously, 2016 so far has been like having your birthday every. single. day (It also helps that I have a wife who lets me buy just about every Ghostbusters related thing I see…I love you!!!).

But, it occurs to me, as I read through the various articles and tags about Ghostbusters, that not everyone is getting the same opportunity to enjoy this moment. I have seen numerous people post love for the new characters, only to see their tweets, blogs, and posts inundated by hate. Why? Because it’s different? Because it’s not what you wanted? Because it’s going to ruin your childhood? Bullshit, amigos, I call BULLSHIT!

Let’s break down the basic formula of Ghostbusters: Normal people use science to save the world from ghosts. How simple is that? How refreshing is it to have a story where there is no special destiny, no special skill or trait that sets these characters apart from the rest of the world’s population? Oh, sure, some of them are highly educated, but that never kept them from accepting those who didn’t have the same advantages in life. It didn’t matter where you came from or who you were, you could be a Ghostbusters. Think about their catchphrase: “We’re ready to believe you.” Even their pitch was inclusive.

You disliked that they are women? I can’t imagine you had a problem when Janine strapped on a Proton Pack in The Real Ghostbusters. What about Kylie, Melanie, or Jen? Extreme Ghostbusters and the excellent IDW Ghostbusters comic has included a number of female ghostbusters. So, really, it is time to get over this particular issue. WOMEN ARE GHOSTBUSTERS.

You dislike the casting or the creative team? Great! Attacking them on social media with threats and person insults is a poor way to show your displeasure. What if someone where to show your employer or your mother those messages? Would you stand behind them? Would you feel compelled to explain yourself? Being a bully on the Internet is like harassing an animal behind glass at a zoo. Half the people watching you think you’re a tool and the other half hope the animal finds a way through the glass. In a few short days we will be able to judge the film on its own merits. I look forward to your well-reasoned and insightful reviews. But, until then, HUSH!

And as for you new fans: BE EXCITED! Some of you may have only heard of Ghostbusters recently, but there is so much to love in this fandom. The cosplay is amazing, the comics are fantastic, the toys…OH THE TOYS, and there is food! TWINKIES! CHINESE FOOD! ECTO-COOLER!! Sony has even set up an internal company called GHOST CORP. which you can submit yourself and your friends as a franchise and you get cool loot! There are a lot of GB fans in the world. By and large they are amazing people who do awesome things. Many of the groups out there do fundraisers and other charity work. They visit children’s hospitals in full gear and really bring joy all around. And if there isn’t a group around you, start your own. Be a Ghostbuster!