oooh this one i don't like

anonymous asked:

im just going to confess something here: i love when misha or jensen starts a joke and then the other one finishes it, in a way. i don't know if you get me? thanks for reading this tho :)

Oooh no – I get you! And I love it too!

Like when one says something snarky,  so the other plays right along …

Or when they tell that same damn story a million FUCKING times, and the other always has to give a performance just so we all know what they’re talking about …  never realizing that YES, WE ALWAYS KNOW WHAT THE FUCK THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT!

Or when they just forget that other people are around at all …

Or when they take turns telling the same story, finding new ways to tease each other as they go …

Or when they use props to help make a joke …

Or the times that you’re pretty sure they scripted something– just for an easy laugh …

Or when they actually have a script right in front of them,  but they both get the same idea on how to make it funnier …

But most of all,  I love the times when it’s obvious that they know the other so damn well,  that they don’t even have to be making eye contact in order to make us crack up…

So yeah,  Nonny– I totally get you.


francesofsuburbia  asked:

Hi Hiller- when I was younger I loved to draw. I'm an adult now and for some reason when I sit down in front of a piece of paper I don't know what to do. What advice do you have for a grown up who forgot how to draw?

Oooh that’s a tricky one. Sitting in front of a blank piece of paper is probably the most intimidating thing and has always been kind of scary for me. I’ve come up with a list of things for you to try to make drawing a bit easier.

A. Work on old paper/materials. End papers from discarded books, craft pads from second hand stores, a notepad from grandma’s junk drawer, a cool piece of wood you find in a dumpster, stuff like that. It takes away the pressure of having to create a perfect thing if the material you’re working on is already flawed or smells weird.

B. Draw a lot. It doesn’t matter if it’s good or bad. Only a small fraction of things I draw end up being shared, maybe every one out of twenty things will be decent. What people don’t see is the heap of not-so-great things I create in the process of making that one thing. If you’re drawing different ideas all the time, and thinking of how to make those ideas better when you’re not drawing, eventually you will get better and the good ideas will come more easily and more frequently.

C. It’s incredibly hard to draw when you are overly prepared to draw. Sitting down with the intent to create a perfect drawing adds a terrible amount of pressure and is the thing that trips so many people up and makes it hard to even start creating in the first place. Draw informally, when you’re watching television or listening to music. Watch a movie and draw a picture of something you hear that would be interesting when taken out of context. Try to not think too much about it. Approach drawing from an angle, not head on, if that makes sense.

D. Finding your subject matter can also be difficult and may be what you’re actually talking about here. A few things influence the content of my drawings:

  1. Inspiration from the world around me. Other artists’ work, books I read, music, conversations I have while waiting to buy groceries, things like this.
  2. My feelings and internal dialogue, what I’m thinking about or am moved by or want to express to others. Daydreams, real dreams, imagined conversations are all good sources for drawing material as they are things that no one else would ever know about unless you expressed them.
  3. My ability as an artist. I am less of an M. C. Escher and more of a David Shrigley. You have to find the right spot on the infinitely wide spectrum of art in which you can create work that you like and you think is good. I like drawing amorphous shapes and faces and fun things, so that is where I’m currently situated. Agnes Martin drew lines and dots and is well known because she was super good at it.

Hopefully, at some point, 1, 2, and 3 will come together and allow you to create something that you consider great or good or even okay will do sometimes.

I think those are four good things to think about. The very beginning is the hardest part when it comes to making art, I wish we could all just skip it. Hopefully this will help you, and maybe others, get started again.

anonymous asked:

Eleanor this storyline is so boring :( just girls saying how hot the boys are? i don't like it

hey you! ooooh no, lovie, I’m sorry you feel this way. but give it some time. we’re only on day four! remember what Isak’s day four was like? a single glance in the cafetaria, seven thousand pictures of Magnus on his Instagram and a lame joke he could not seem to let go, haaaa. the first week’s never the most exciting one but just wait for it, week five, week six – you’re going to look back on this and think, oooh, that was all really nice and calm, wasn’t it, haaaa.

thegladhatter  asked:

How would Danny's ability to turn other people and things intangible fit in with your ghost physics? (It's been ages since I watched the show so I don't remember if other ghosts are shown doing that too.) Also, what about ghosts possessing people?


With a lot of energy ectoplasm can force regular matter to behave like itself (which is how Danny does that meat and denim vapor tail), but I described phasing as atomized 4D motion… and if you atomize regular humans they, uh, die? Within this current model I think the only way Danny could safely pull living objects outside of 3D space is through teleportation, aka the more nauseating form of phasing. I guess I could also explain it as phasing all the matter around the person instead of their body, which defies canon but is most plausible; or bullshit up a way for it to be non-fatal, like their nervous system molecules staying close enough together to maintain their brain function. Even if it doesn’t kill you, the latter option sounds like an extremely unpleasant experience…

Honestly, if I were to make Ghost Physics a straight-up AU as opposed to an… elaborate network of headcanons? Phasing non-ghost organisms is one of the things I would trim off of established canon. To me it makes more sense, and creates some interesting scenarios… Trying to phase any regular matter would rattle around its atoms and have some of them swap places, subtly fucking up any phased object. Trying to do it to an organism would result in a nasty burn or death, doing it to stuff like clothes might have slight effects on texture and structural integrity, doing it to stuff like phones and PDAs would wipe their memory (or worse, make them non-functional). The same thing would apply to Danny’s clothes and any object he has in his pockets when he transforms, since he’s literally destroying and remaking them. I hope he’s good at memorizing phone numbers!

For possession, I’m pretty sure I can explain it as a ghost “storing” their normal body in 4D space; then their ecto-signature overlaying, overpowering, and remote controlling a human nervous system instead. It’s… probably actually really dangerous for the host… since the ghost is tugging around on their actual neurons… I can easily see long term possession or “messy” takeovers resulting in death or brain damage :(

To most sensors, Danny’s setup seems identical to possession or even a regular ghost, since he has that characteristic 4D hole to the GZ “behind” him. But Danny isn’t stashing a secret ghost body in 4D space (instead he converts himself into one) and his ecto-signature isn’t repressing his human nervous system, he just thinks with both simultaneously.

anonymous asked:

FRENDO! I have been thinking and I confused myself. I've been seeing a lot of Klance birthday theories but When did Keith officially become a orphan? Because if it was when he was really young don't you think he wouldn't know when his birthday is? Like what if he never had one because he didn't know when it was? Imagine Lance asking when his birthday is and Keith saying "um...I...I don't know"

my dear friend!!! I didn’t read a lot of theories, tbh, but I scoured the net and the official voltron site says Keith became an orphan “at a young age before enlisting in the Galaxy Garrison”. Do they mean he enlisted right after or…? For how long has he lived alone in that shack? Or did someone find him and drag him to the Garrison a la Anakin Skywalker? Oooh, I like this one (even though it’s unlikely, but let me dream).
Imagine a random officer finding by chance a kid, Commander, in a shack in the middle of the desert, all alone!, and subsequently dragging him back to the only civilized place in the entire goddamned desert: luxury school for marvelous minds, the one and only Galaxy Garrison. Imagine the kid being confusedly adopted by the whole team, professors and students alike, coddled and looked after by everyone because the poor thing has big, serious eyes and he never talks much, but he’s bright and asks just the right questions, paddling in between their feet in the simulation room, peeking at screens and stats, unrelentlessly curious about what’s this and that and how does this work? Imagine everyone humoring him, why not, it’s harmless fun, and it’s cute, but then - years later, the kid grows into a stubborn young man, who refuses to hear reasons about required classes and official bullshit. “I learned everything I need to, let me pilot the thing already,” he states plainly, for the hundredth time, until someone finally says what the hell, let him do it - and he’s good, a natural pilot, graceful and in control even without training.
So Commander Iverson lets him enroll officially, he has no reason not to, and the kid starts to train for real, climbing the ranks like it’s nothing - and everyone knows him, it’s Keith, he practically always lived here.

Fast forward to drama, pain, and finding himself with the universe’s destiny on the shoulders, piloting a giant robot lion, Keith has never really thought about his birthday. He simply never had the time or will to, because what’s a date to all the numbers he’s had to drill into his head to become what he is right know?

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catwithagun  asked:

I'd like to ask. How does one know what there gonna do with their art? I see all these amazing artists who draw comics, who work on game development (mentioning you), who make animations, and all sorts of things. But I don't know where I'm at. I just draw and that's it. I wanna be able to do more with my art then just draw fan art, or characters! I wanna make something that will have people amazed, but I never have enough confidence, or motivation. :( so what can do to find my place?

Oooh that’s a very interesting question ! ٩(●ᴗ●)۶

Mh let meh think. I’m not a good exemple. i’m a game artist but it’s not bc it was mah dream. Only bc school was not toooo far and mah sibbling pushed meh to this.

If i could reply to u honestly,it depends on few things: 

Skills,money and friends/ambiance.

-If u can’t chose,focus on waht u don’t like to do. the real answer will come by itself. it can take years. Try everything.Waht makes u happy will be easier for u to learn.

-Maybe u r too poor or not independant enough for goin’ to an expensive school that requires a lot of independance. Price/money is very important. R u ready to be in dept for ur art? 

-friends, the ambiance is important.If u don’t feel well somewhere, that sometimes means u don’t belong to this place. I remember spending wahn year in an art university and mah only thought was kill meh. 

Also,sometimes your actual art friends might help u to find ur way. Most of mah best friends r into comics/manga. Well,i can tell u if it wasn’t game ,i would have been glad to learn comics or 2D animation with them. (⊙ꇴ⊙)

Also. don’t draw for other ppl. draw for urself.

thegoliathbeetle  asked:

Oooh do that one! The SuFin date prompt. Sweden has a stutter and it gets worse when he's nervous. You know what I mean, you reblogged the post...xD But you love SuFin and I don't read enough of it. I bet you'll do a really good job!! TY TY <3

ASqdmfmek, this was fun. Oh and before I forget @sufin5ever thank you for the prompt!

A quick note before we get started: Berwald’s stutter is kind of mixed. So he repeats initial sounds a lot, primarily hard consonant sounds like “kuh” and “guh” and sometimes he gets “caught” on the s sound. He also has a tendency to get stuck in the middle of a sentence and use a lot of interjections like um, uh, etc.

Also auditory processing disorder is kind of a weird thing. Like medical professionals don’t agree on whether it is an actual thing or not and as such there’s very little research on it. It’s been relegated to the territory of sensory processing disorder, where it does not appear in the DSM V and it gets sort of ignored. Basically it just means that while your hearing is fine, your brain gets a little confused by all the sensory input you’re constantly taking in, especially if you’re nervous, and it can’t “process” what you’ve heard. For me, I know I’ve heard people say something and I can make a guess as to whether it’s a question or a comment but I may have to ask people to repeat themselves several times and it’s quite embarrassing.

Anyhow, please enjoy!

When Berwald Oxenstierna had imagined his own death, he’d always imagined it being in some sterile hospital room with a few loved ones holding his hand to gently guide him into the great beyond. He had never once anticipated that it might come in a more natural setting, such as an Italian restaurant.

But as he rolled and unrolled his shirt sleeves for the third time, it occurred to him that he desired nothing more than the sweet release of death and that pasta di fuoco he’d just ordered that sounded really delicious.

He’d done it. He’d finally asked Timo on a date. The guy he’d been steadily and painfully crushing on since sophomore year of high school. And Timo had said yes. It was a rare stroke of courage Berwald doubted would ever be repeated in his lifetime.

But there was only one problem. In all his bravado, Berwald had forgotten how much, ahem, “trouble” he had communicating with people.

His eyes darted up to make sure Timo wasn’t looking directly at him- oh god, he was. Timo caught his eye and gave him a nice, sort of reassuring smile.

“So, have you decided what you’re going to major in? I think they’re expecting us to declare in the fall.”

Timo blinked patiently at him, chin resting on an open palm, waiting for his reply.

Okay, Berwald, this is an easy question you already know the answer to. Just say the words.

“SSSSS-Software engineering. With a minor in um, um, uh…” Shit, he had that tight feeling in his neck and throat again. His muscles were basically seizing up and refusing to work properly. And he was so close too! That damn S sound always tripped him up.

Berwald couldn’t remember the exact moment he’d begun to stutter, maybe fourth or fifth grade, but ever since, it had always been with him, like some unholy algorithm, endlessly generating what-if’s and Bad Endings. Everything he did involved careful, even obsessive, planning and accounting for.

Sometimes he got it right, rehearsed enough to choke the words out and move on. But, more often than not, he panicked. Fight or flight kicked in and his primitive lizard brain decided that coherent speech was far less important than running from an imaginary hungry tiger. Thus, he was reduced to a stammering, stuttering, scared little boy in the body of a hulking man with slumped shoulders and a stern expression.

Berwald’s gaze had been shamefully averted down to the tablecloth. But when he risked a peek up, Timo looked a little concerned but not annoyed or frustrated.

“What did you say you want to minor in?”

Berwald’s panicked mind reminded him of his speech therapist telling him to take a deep breath before speaking to calm down and then another to actually get the words out. Flat speech, not bumpy speech.

“Cyber security,” he said in a measured, slow tone.

Timo took a sip of his water and nodded enthusiastically.

“Wow, computers, huh? That’s a great field to get into! You’ll do really well in it too, you’re so smart.”

Rather than go through the whole ordeal again, Berwald opted to just give a bashful shake of his head.

As if sent by divine intervention, the waiter came by with their food. Timo and the waiter were both that friendly, expressive type of person and chatted about how delicious the food looked and what wines paired well with which dishes and so forth.

Berwald only gave the waiter a small nod of gratitude when his own food was placed in front of him. The sudden fear that Timo might think him rude did not help matters.

Timo looked across the table at Berwald’s plate and grinned.

“Yours looks so good! Mm, you might need to eat quickly if you don’t want me to steal it all.”

Berwald took a long sip of water to avoid having to speak immediately. He never knew what to say when people made jokes like that. It wasn’t that he didn’t have a sense of humor, but how exactly did you respond to something like that?

Perhaps his dismay at his lack of social skills had registered on Berwald’s face, because Timo chuckled after a pause.

“Just kidding, I wouldn’t steal your food. At least not on the first date.”

The first date? Did that imply that he was already thinking about more dates? Truthfully, Berwald had been so preoccupied with having a date with the man of his dreams at all and trying not to screw it up, he’d never even considered the possibility that Timo might want to see him again.

Though he wanted desperately to let Timo know how much he admired him and that he wanted to go on many, many more dates together, Berwald couldn’t speak. If by some miracle his speech came out clear on the first try, there was always the looming chance that he would use the wrong words and offend Timo or creep him out.

Berwald just adjusted his glasses and began eating. The pasta was as delicious as he’d hoped but he couldn’t seem to enjoy it much. His tongue tasted sour and his throat was parched.

Timo didn’t try for any more conversation and Berwald couldn’t help but be relieved. He hadn’t eaten since lunchtime and, so he rationalized, maybe getting some good food into his system would help him calm down and think more clearly.

After some time of shoveling forkfuls of pasta into his mouth and praying to whatever gods might be listening that he would suddenly gain the social skills of a normal human being, Berwald heard…something.

He shifted his head up and saw Timo looking at him expectantly. Berwald knew what he’d heard was Timo’s voice and he could deduce that Timo had probably asked him a question. But it had happened so fast and Berwald had been too focused on his thoughts to understand. Reluctantly, he began the too-familiar process.

“Beg your pardon?”

“I said, do you…?”

His ears were straining, he was looking directly at Timo’s face trying to figure out what he was saying to him. It didn’t help matters that the restaurant had gotten loud all of a sudden and Berwald was so, so nervous.

He couldn’t ask Timo to repeat himself. He knew how it was. People got irritated with you, you looked like a complete fool, having to ask a million times, not because you couldn’t hear but because your brain was working to slow to process what was happening.

He remembered the weird looks he’d received over the years, Is something wrong with this guy? The burning shame of being laughed at by his classmates when he’d asked them to repeat what they said several times. “He’s too stupid to know when we’re making fun of him!”

Frantically, Berwald tried to guess at what Timo may have been asking for. The salt, maybe? It was the only thing on the table. With a shaking hand, he offered it to Timo.

“Oh, no, no, I meant , did you want to try some of mine?” He scooped a bite onto his fork and held it out.

But when Berwald reached for the fork, Timo moved his hand quicker and fed it to him, left hand cupped under Berwald’s chin to prevent any spills.

Berwald didn’t dare to breathe. Timo’s hands were right near his face, near his mouth. To another person, it might have just be a nice gesture. To Berwald, for whom the phrase touch-starved was an understatement, it was incredibly intimate.

Timo raised an eyebrow and looked him dead in the eye. “How is it?”

“GGGG-” He had just had to pick a word with that hard consonant, didn’t he? Berwald could’ve kicked himself, he couldn’t go a full minute without making a fool of himself!

He swallowed hard and tried again. “It’s good.”

“I thought so too! The sauce is fantastic. Really rich and creamy.” Timo glanced to the side for a moment, and then held Berwald’s gaze again.

“Um, is everything okay? Are you, you’re not having fun?”

Air raid sirens went off in Berwald’s head. Okay, he wouldn’t exactly say he was having fun, but that was just because he was nervous about this going well. He liked spending time with Timo, liked listening to Timo talk. But he couldn’t say all that.

So he just said in a low voice, “Sorry. M’ just really nervous.”

Timo rubbed the back of his neck. “I- I’m nervous too. I know I’m really weird, pretty much everyone says so, and so I was trying to act more normal tonight but I think I went too far and ended up being boring instead.”

“You’re not boring.” Berwald felt a little shocked. He’d assumed this date was just business as usual for Timo. Timo had always seemed so confident and enthusiastic in class. He’d never imagined that Timo might feel self conscious.

Berwald licked his lips and continued. “In ccclass,” that palative C sound almost tripped him up but he was too determined to say what he meant, “you always have something really smart or interesting to say. Everybody likes you, even if they don’t know you well. I really like you. That’s why I’ve been so nervous. I know how bad my stutter is and my speech therapist says I have an auditory processing disorder, whatever that means, and I just- I don’t want to look bad in front of you.”

That was quite a speech for Berwald. He had to take several deep breaths afterwards to prevent himself from passing out and really ruining the night.

He fully expected Timo to look relieved, happy that Berwald was self-aware enough to realize his stutter was annoying and just get up and leave.

But then Timo did something strange. He reached across the table and took Berwald’s hand.

“I can understand you just fine, even if you do stutter. And I don’t really know what an auditory processing disorder is but it doesn’t bother me. Actually, um, I’ve had a little bit of a crush for a few years now and I’ve been working up the courage to ask you out. But you beat me to it! You’re stronger than you think.”

Timo looked down at their hands and a strawberry blush was dusting his cheeks. “And I hope this isn’t our last date.”

Berwald smiled and shook his head. “Not at all.”

That bashful look almost seemed like it had been imagined by Berwald, as quickly as it was replaced by a mischievous wry grin.

“I also hope you kiss on the first date because the backseat of my car is very comfortable, if I do say so myself.”

As luck would have it, that excitable, auburn-haired waiter was coming by their table at just the right time. He rubbed Timo’s hand with his thumb as he said, clear as bell, “Check please.”

Lemon's Mag Interview : GOT7 (Fiction) Part 2
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>LM:</b> Since no one is eager to answer this one [When was your first kiss?], let's start with the leader. JB?<p/><b>JB:</b> Uh, I think it would be better to start with the magnae.<p/><b>LM:</b> We started with the magnae last time. How about you take this one to make everyone braver.<p/><b>YJ:</b> Oh ho ho, Im Jaebuummm! She wants you to be the leader. Im leader.<p/><b>JB:</b> Wait, wait, wait. I don't want to answer.<p/><b>BB:</b> Come on, man!<p/><b>M:</b> JB, if you don't want to do it, I'll go first then you do it. Okay?<p/><b>JB:</b> Y-Yeah, let Mark go first.<p/><p/><b>LM:</b> That's sweet of you, Mark. Go ahead.<p/><b>M:</b> Mine was before I was a trainee back home in the US. I was...15? No, 14?<p/><b>YJ:</b> 헐! (trans: OMG!)<p/><b>J:</b> So young! He's American style. (laughs)</p><p/><b>JY:</b> Wait, how old was the girl?<p/><b>M:</b> Same.<p/><b>LM:</b> Wow. Is that typical of Americans, Mark?<p/><b>M:</b> I don't know. It's JB's turn now.<p/><b>LM:</b> Right. JB?<p/><b>JB:</b> I'm glad Mark went first. He makes me look pure. It was when I was 20.</p><p/><b>BB:</b> Eeeeeeyyy!!!<p/><b>JY:</b> Jaebum, that's not what you told me.<p/><b>JB:</b> I'll see you at the dorm later...<p/><b>LM:</b> Was that not the truth, JB?<p/><b>JB:</b> No, it was the truth. Jinyoung was just joking. Right, Jinyoung?<p/><b>JY:</b> I never lie.<p/><b>GOT7:</b> (laughs)<p/><b>YJ:</b> (sings Never Ever)</p><b>YG:</b> 'Life is acting.' (imitates Jinyoung's laugh)<p/><b>LM:</b> And you, Yugyeom? When was your first kiss, if you've had it yet?<p/><b>GOT7:</b> OOOOHH!<p/><b><b></b> YG:</b> WAAAH! (blushes) OK OK OK... when I was 15.<p/><b>LM:</b> Can you give us some details?<p/><p/><b>YG:</b> AAAH!<p/><b>M:</b> Oooh, Yugyeom... He was supposed to be pure and innocent!<p/><b>YG:</b> Shut up, Mark.<p/><b>JY:</b> Hey, focus. Yugyeom-ah, finish telling us about your kiss.<p/><p/><b>YG:</b> Why don't you tell us about yours?<p/><b>LM:</b> Excellent idea, Yugyeom. We need to move on and I'm curious about this one myself...<p/><b>JY:</b> I belong to our fans and I've kept myself pure for them.<p/><b>LM:</b> So you've never kissed anyone?<p/><b>JY:</b> I've kissed my members. BamBam used to kiss me on the cheek all the time when we were trainees.<p/><b>BB:</b> Jinyoung, why you always bring this up? Why are you like this?<p/><b>JY:</b> Why? Am I lying?<p/><b>LM:</b> Though I'm dying to hear that story, we have to give the other members a chance to tell theirs. How about you, Youngjae?<p/><b>YJ:</b> Me?<p/><b>LM:</b> Yes. First kiss?<p/><b>YJ:</b> Isn't this too personal?<p/><b>LM:</b> Everyone must answer. Just think of it as getting closer to your fans. They really want to know these things*.<p/><b>JB:</b> This is good. I don't even know this.<p/><b>YJ:</b> AH! My girlfriend in my first year of high school.<p/><b>YG:</b> Reeeally?! Wow.<p/><b>J:</b> 심쿵! [trans: heart attack (clutches chest and slides to the floor)]<p/><b>JY:</b> Teacher... (bows deeply to Youngjae)<p/><p/><b>JB:</b> He never talks about stuff like this.</p><b>YJ:</b> OK OK, someone else!<p/><b>LM:</b> Jackson, how about you? What's your story?<p/><b>J:</b> Me? Oh... It's painful because she broke my heart. She was my first love and I was faithful only to her but she cheated on me. I don't know if she'll read this. Anyway, I was 16.<p/><b>YG and BB:</b> Too serious...<p/></p><p/></p><p/><b>YJ:</b> All of a sudden...<p/><b>LM:</b> Wow, Jackson. It sounds like she left you with quite the impression.<p/><b>J:</b> Yes. She taught me a lot about love. It's okay because I learned and I've got all my baby birds, my members and my family. I'm always loved.<p/><b>LM:</b> That's beautiful. Since I can't find a segue from that, I'll just come right out and ask you about your first kiss BamBam. When was it?<p/></p><p/><b>BB:</b> A gentlemen never tells.<p/><b>J:</b> What does that make us? You're turning us into trash.<p/><b>BB:</b> No, it's not like that. (laughs)<p/><b>LM:</b> Then what is it like?<p/><b>BB:</b> To kiss me?<p/><b>GOT7:</b> (indistinct comments while hitting/pushing BamBam)<p/><b>LM:</b> Let's save that for another interview, shall we? We'll settle for when your first kiss was.<p/><b>BB:</b> When I was a trainee.<p/><b>GOT7:</b> WHAT?! WITH WHO?!<p/><b>BB:</b> She just said when. I don't have to tell you who.<p/><b>JB:</b> I'll see you at the dorm later too.<p/><b>LM:</b> I wish I could be there for that and I'm sure your fans wish they could too. Thank you anyway for answering guys. That wasn't so bad, right?<p/><b>GOT7:</b> (indistinct chattering and laughter)<p/><b>LM:</b> Well, believe it or not, there's a couple more questions. Are you ready?<p/><b>BB:</b> No. (laughs)<p/></p><p/><b></b> * Winning question selected from a poll in previous issue announcing impending GOT7 interview.<p/></p>

anonymous asked:

I see a ton of posts on Astral how to's, what is or isn't, where to go, safety, and sometimes what not to do, but it's very rare at all that I see anything about What To Do. Like not what one should do to ensure X, but more "why don't people talk about what things to do in the astral?". Nobody seems to talk about how you can do shadow work if you choose, use the astral to find entities to work with in your practice, but especially not much outside those two.

Oooh, I should make a post of fun things to do in the astral… Would anyone be interested?

- Mod Star

  • Kreia: Well, there's a plot twist for you. Exile, are you actually defending the Jedi Council?
  • The Exile: Oh, don't get me wrong. No one's saying most of their potential doesn't top out at assistant manager for Czerka. Just look at Vrook.
  • Vrook: Why am I always the example!?
  • The Exile: But that doesn't change the fact that they volunteered to be here. Even though they knew it could get them killed. Which is just a few magnitudes more than I can say about you.
  • Kreia: Oh, is that a fact? And pray tell, what CAN you say about me?
  • Kreia: ...Truly, you are the voice of a generation.

donthitmeplz  asked:

Oooh i'm sorry i didn't see this before hummmblame exo's comeback not mehummm anyway! It's pretty good! You should keep that game, it's really cute!! I had a bad ending tho..@/)-8-?/& if you need some help i'm in!

NO DON’T BE SORRY!! it’s not like you’re obligated to send me feedback xD
Exo’s comeback was LIT AF, kokobop sounds better each time I listen to it and TOUCH IT TOUCH IT BABY~~

I’m glad you like the game, I thought it would be nice to try something new, even if it’s not perfect haha
You got a bad end? finding the correct answer isn’t that easy, right :D

anonymous asked:

how about some nsfw headcanons for kyoya (0///0) you don't have to, if not, maybe just like, really dirty flirting with kyoya? thank you! (your blog is lovely btw)

oooh first nsfw ask!! haha I hope I can deliver //blushes//


  • Kyoya is the type of boyfriend who loves it rough. Rough, but NOT fast. The one who wants to go all night long. He loves teasing, to the point you’re about to cry because he keeps on stopping when you’re about to climax. 
  • Likes positions where he can see your face, because your expressions turn him on even more, along with your moans. It spurs him on, thinking only he can give you this much pleasure.
  • He’s not much of a cuddler afterwards, but if his S/O pleaded, he’d comply. After complaining that it’s a waste of time nyaha
  • His kinks include loose bondage ((because he doesn’t want to hurt his S/O)), cosplay ((expect maid costumes and school uniforms delivered to your house)), and mutual masturbation.
  • However, despite this Dark Lord liking things rough, he only wants to do the do in the bedroom. He’s a sap this way, because he feels sex is too intimate to be done outside the four corners. And because his reputation as the third Ootori son will be destroyed if they were caught.
  • Klaus: Kol. I would like to thank you for being loyal to your family. You put an old grudge aside and I remember I promised you that I would share my secret with you after. Kol, I would like you to meet somebody special. This is your niece, Hope.
  • *Hayley brings Hope into the room*:
  • Kol: ... Hello little one! Can I hold her please?
  • *Kol holding Hope*:
  • Kol: Oooh who is a pretty girl!-
  • Kol: Can you say Uncle Kol?-
  • Kol: I love your dress! I see Uncle Elijah didn't pick it for you. Did auntie Bex get you it? She has good taste.-
  • Kol: Oh no, you've got Daddy's eyebrows, don't worry. Uncle Kol will sort that out for you when you're older-
  • Kol: A face lift too if you look like him.-
  • Kol: You have his nose too. Got to get that fixed-
  • Klaus: KOL!
  • Kol: Don't worry Hope. I have every 'hope' that you will grow up looking like your mother. There is hope for you Hope!
  • Klaus: Kol...
  • Kol: Your Uncle Kol will make sure you dont grow up looking like that old git. Relax Darling Uncle Kol will make sure you're as pretty as a certain young witch I can mention.
  • Klaus: ...
  • Kol: I'll be your personal stylist, Say NO to Elijah!
  • Kol: Say 'Uncle Kol' 'Uncle Kol'
  • Kol: Say 'Ugly Daddy' 'Ugly Daddy'
  • Kol: *Loads of baby talk*
  • Klaus to Hayley: I think he likes her.

slyth-princess  asked:

I think my top 3 favorite cliches are bonding or getting stuck together somehow (though I've read a lot of the classics), slytherin!harry, and jealousy or misunderstanding. I just don't like Mpreg, veela, creature (beastiality), and rent boy. But otherwise bring on the cliches!

Oooh, yay!! Hey slyth-princess! Love these! I’ve read way more bonding/stuck together fics than the other,s so lets roll with that. These are ones where they’re either magically bonded or physically stuck together (as opposed to forced proximity ones, where they share a space but aren’t literally stuck together, which, there are so many great ones of those it would need to be its own list). And they’re all awesome! And hopefully there will be some new stuff for you! Enjoy!

D/H Stuck Together Recs

The Dangers of Faulty Handwriting by ashindk - NC-17, 6k - The difference between mind-blowing sex with Harry Potter and all-eclipsing disaster is just one gentle stroke of a quill. Pansy Parkinson’s quill, to be exact.

Hungry by birdsofshore - NC-17, 24k - The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy.

No Better Friend, No Worse Enemy by themostepotente - NC-17, 15.5k - When Harry and Draco are conjoined in a freakish accident, they must learn to set aside their differences if they’ve any hope of survival.

Salt on the Western Wind by Sara’s Girl - NC-17, 60.5k - When the war isn’t quite as over as it first appears, a guilt-ridden Harry is sent to a mysterious safe-house. Among sandwiches, insomnia, and Mills & Boon, he discovers something quite unexpected. 

The Ties that Bind Us by faithwood - NC-17, 28k - An accident leaves Draco and Harry bound tightly together. Literally.

D/H Magical Bond Recs

Skulking by teshara- R, 8k - When Harry follows Draco out of the castle, the last thing he expects is to become caught up in a bonding ceremony. When they realize they’re going to have to learn how to live together neither of them is happy, but sometimes things have funny ways of working themselves out.

Three Boxes and a Scrapbook by dracogotgame - R, 30.5k - One year after being accidentally bonded to each other, Harry and Draco are free to move on with their lives. But perhaps, what they needed was here all along. (This pics up as a bond ends, fyi)

Twice as Much as an Earthquake by firethesound -  NC-17, 18.5k -Accidental bonding. Breaking and entering. Conspiring, however unwillingly, in the strange one-man war Malfoy’s waging against detention. This isn’t the normal school year Harry anticipated having, but at least it’s not boring.

Tug-O-Want by Cheryl Dyson - R, 16.5k - Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

D/H Bond-Adjacent Recs (wherin a magical bond is somehow involved but is not the only compelling factor)

Cure for the Flu by ivyblossom - R, 10.5k - Harry, Draco, sickness, and accidental telepathy.

The Lesbian Muffin Debacle by abusing_sarcasm - NC-17, 7k - It was one of those things that made Draco sure that fate was conspiring against him. It had started with a muffin. Well, truthfully, it had started when he’d decided that sixth year was long enough to make Pansy Parkinson wait and he’d finally acquiesced, mostly gracefully, to being her boyfriend. It seemed like a suitable distraction to take his mind of the whole unpleasant “killing Dumbledore” business.

One Day It Will Please Us to Remember Even This by Duinn Fionn - PG-13, 9.5k - Secrets and imp magic make a bad combination, and Draco will never, ever forgive Blaise for any of this

As always, remember to leave comments and kudos for all of these awesome authors!

Had a dream last night I wrote catboy a/b/o verse

But, like, it wasn’t “Oooh and then Hajime shoved his knot inside Tooru” or anything.

It was, like, there was this shitty company that secretly bred catboy/girl omegas and then told the world and began selling them to, like, the richest of the rich. And everyone fought over it because:
1) Spitting in the eye of god
2) Spitting in the face of omegas; cruel, perverse, unjust
3) Alphas saying it was fine, that it was only natural to “better” omegas to make them more appealing

And then, like, years passed and the government allowed them to keep doing their thing and there was an announcement of a “new litter” being released and about how the Kittens were reserved and yadada. But then- omega rights activists broke into the company that was breeding them and set a few free. 

So cue Iwaizumi running into Suga and Oikawa as they were fleeing and Suga threatening to claw Iwaizumi’s eyes out if he tried to make them go back. I vaguely remember some stuff about Oikawa having a sprained wrist and Iwaizumi and Daichi being roommates and something about someone being a bartender but that’s really it.

I don’t even know, man.

anonymous asked:

Not the same anon but on the matter of perfume first J'adore smells soooo good! I like that one I like a "strong" perfume. I use Manifesto by Yves Saint Laurent and Crystal Noir by Versace. What I like about the Versace one is that the lady who sold it to me said that it's rarely bought so I kinda feel unique ^^ And it smells so good and stays long after you put in on! A wonder! I'm in love with Crystal Noir xx

Calvin Klein Euphoria 😍 Love that one

I find that this new free perfumes commercial thing interests me quite a lot, haha! There are higher chances I’d buy a new fragrance recommended by a fellow larrie online than whatever Eleanor ever held or showed up in on her iG or useless blog. Like waaay higher. Thank you! :)

Me asking mom: tlsl guys
  • Me: mom come here
  • Mom: what is it?
  • Me: more voltage guys
  • Mom: really? what's the title?
  • Me: true love sweet lies
  • Mom: sounds interesting. enough talk, show it to meee
  • Kiyo
  • Mom: pfffftttt
  • Me: what's so funny about him?
  • Mom: n-noting it's just that..pffft his hair looks like a pineapple..hahahahahaha
  • Me: what. his hair isn't anything like pineapple
  • Mom: well it does to me...what's his name? Pineapple head? Hahahahahahahah
  • Me: mom it isn't funny. And his name is kiyoharu nanahoshi
  • Mom: nana? Sounds like nanas* muhahhaha
  • Me: oh man, let's get to the next guy
  • Saku
  • Me: let's skip this one too lalalala
  • Mom: no you don't. i wanna see if he's like nanas. *holds out laugther*
  • Me: </b> fine. It's actually his twin
  • Mom: his twin? HAHAHAHAHAHAHA there are two of them hahahahaha
  • Me: ........*shows her sakuya*
  • Mom: ....what the? they don't even look the same even a bit. Are you trying to trick me?
  • Me: no i am not. They're both nanahoshi and their birthday and age are the same
  • Mom: this twin is geourgous and his twin is a did their mom.....
  • Me: no idea, okay let's move on
  • Rui
  • Mom: that's rare to see a blond man in voltage
  • Me: not really i just haven't shown you any *sticks tongue out like kota does it*
  • Mom: you did what now? show me next time
  • Me: yeah. do you like th-
  • Mom: he looks like a dork and a cute one
  • Me: he's an actor mom...he isn't always like that
  • Mom: so he's a two faced freak?
  • Me: no. he's not. but because of his fame someome tried to kill me in his story
  • Mom: okay...
  • Me: next?
  • Mom: yeah definitely...
  • Naomasa
  • Mom: again with the businessman?really?
  • Me: mom i told you that there aren't really any bussinessman. except in office secrets
  • Mom: then what is he? CEO?
  • Me: nah. He's a detective
  • Me: yeah, and so are the other three and the next one
  • Mom: oh really...i thought you said the blond one was an actor
  • Me: acting as a side job duh
  • Mom: gosh. That should be tiring. Whatever, not many voltage guys work like that do they. Next
  • Me: the truth...*sigh*
  • Nozomu
  • Me: you like this one?
  • Mom: no
  • Me: what?why?
  • Mom: he looks too young for me..
  • Me: .......he isn't though....he is 35
  • Mom: ...did he mention a secret on how to look young like that?
  • Me: mom...really...
  • Mom: i'm serious
  • Me: no he didn't say anything
  • Mom: that's a waste. Then he needs no liking from me
  • Me: he's the boss of the agency
  • Mom: boss?oooh. Mine then.
  • Me: *sigh*
  • *after that*
  • Me: can't believe how happy i am to see how you didn't fall for saku!
  • Mom: which one was saku again? Ah the pineapple's twin right?
  • Me: yeah...and stop calling kiyo pineapple!
  • Mom: i can't help it though *laughs again*
  • Me: *sigh*
  • **********
  • For those who don't know what 'NANAS' means in the above, it means pineapple in Indonesian, my mom can speak a little Indonesian and i also can so yeah.
Listening to RED
  • State of Grace: THIS IS THE BEST ALBUM OPENER EVER (DRUMS FURIOUSLY) OOOH WAYYYY!! OOH WAYYY!! *spreads arms and pretends to be Tay at RED tour*
  • Red: RE-E-E-ED!!!RE-E-E-ED!!!!E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-E-!!!! FLASHBACKS AND ECHOESSSSSSS!!!! *fades out on dead end streeeeeeeeeeettt*
  • Treacherous: but you're FRICTION! *stares wistfully into the distance* and I I I,I I I, I I I!!!!! LIKEEE ITTTTTT *cRIES*
  • Ikywt: *GOES SUPER HARD TO CHORUS* now I'm lyiNG ON THE COLLLLLD HARD G R O U N D!!! *screams* OHHHH!!!! OHHH!!!! *Collapses dramatically* OR HER! OR ANYONE! OR ANYTHING!!!!
  • 22: *magically is 22* *puts on heart shaped sunglasses* (In sassy voice) WHOS TAYLOR SWIFT ANYWAY? EW! *jumps into pool*
  • I almost do: DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! *does dramatic drums* GOODBYEEEEEEE! *holds the oooo for ten years* *dramatic pause!* AND. I. AL. MOST. DO!!
  • Wanegbt: *SASS LEVELS ARE OFF THE SCALE* (air quotations WITH HANDSS) "NEEDED SPACE, W H A T???!, LIKE EVER, *fails at holding note* * dramatic bridge preparing for speech* FLAWLESSLY LIP SYNCS SPEECH AND SCARES FAMILY WITH INTENSENESS OF HAND MOVEMENTS
  • The Last Time: *duets with imaginary man* MEEE-EEE-EEE-EE-EEE-EEEE-EEE!! *prepares for powerful chorus* THIS IS THE LASSSST TIMEEEE IM ASKING YOU DISSS!!! (You ready??) * GUITAR SOLO SLAYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!) OOOOOOOHHHHHH-OOOOOOOOOOOHH
  • !!!!!!!!!!!!
  • Holy Ground: *prepares self mentally* I WAS REMINISCING JUST THE OTHER DAYYYYYYY!! *DANCES FOR ALL ETERNITY* (gestures wildly at chorus) *SPINS LIKE A GIRL IN A BRAND NEW DRESS* *DOES EPIC GUITAR RIFF* *DOES BACKGROUND VOCALS* (you know the ones i mean don't lie to yourself* OOOH WAYYY OOH WAYYY! *MORE EPIC GUITAR RIFFS* *calms self momentarily for slow section* *RAVES AGAIN*
  • Sad Beautiful Tragic: *Plays imaginary sad guitar* *does some sort of ballet to chorus whilst sobbing* LUUUUUV AFFAIR! *MORE INTENSE BACKING VOCALS* DEY ALL LOOK LIKE MEEE DATS RIGHT BOI, (marvels in beauty of lyrics) TRY TO LISTEN (Did you hear that listen??? The way she sang it?! DEAD) BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC, BEAUTIFUL TRAGIC, BEAUTIFUL TRAGICCCC
  • The Lucky One: *does sassy claps and hand movements* *sways as if knows what its like to be famous but doesn't* *FEELS SORRY FOR EVERY CELEB EVER* OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! .....GOT THE HELL OUT!!
  • Starlight: (waits........) .......AND I SAID OH MYYYYYY!!!! *SPINS WHILST COVERED IN FAIRY DUST AND GLITTER* (here we go again) OOOHOOHOOHOOOHOOHOOHOOHOO! *emphasis on the word DANCING* *fades out to fairy land *
  • Begin Again: THATS RIGHT SHE WEARS HIGH HEELS NOW THIS IS A NEW WOMAN NEW ERA HEEEELLSSSS YOU HEAR ME!??!?!??!?!?!?!?! (Also Taylor Swift wrote Speak Now by herself) HEELS!!!!!!
The Lost World [Sentence Starters]
  • "Oooh, ahhh, that's how it always starts. Then later there's running and screaming."
  • "You might show a little more respect, the man saved our lives by giving his."
  • "I love you. I just don't... need you right now."
  • "No, you'll be back in five or six PIECES!"
  • "Just follow the screams."
  • "Don't worry, I'm not making the same mistakes again."
  • "No, you're making all new ones."
  • "Why don't people listen to me? I use plain and simple English, I don't have any accent that I'm aware of..."
  • "It gives me the creeps, like it's not scared."
  • "You know, I have made a career out of waiting for you."
  • "It's so important to your future that you not finish that sentence."
  • "Stories of mutilation and death. Were you paying attention?"
  • "I've worked around predators since I was 20 years old. Lions, jackals, hyenas... you."
  • "Hey, you want some good parental advice? Don't listen to me."
  • "Do you see any family resemblance?"
  • "If you feel at all qualified, try turning the switch to 'on.'"
  • "I mean, it's not your fault. They say talent skips a generation. So, I'm sure your kids will be sharp as tacks."
  • "It's fine if you wanna put your name on something but STOP putting it on other people's headstones."
  • "Uh, where your going is the only place in the world where the geese chase you."
  • "We should've stayed in the damn car."
  • "I'll be right back. I give you my word."
  • "But you never keep your word!"
  • "That's the last time I leave you in charge."
  • "Don't go into the long grass!"
  • "I'm taking the kid. If you really want to stop us, shoot us."
  • "No, I'm not mad - I'm furious!"
  • "You know, it's very easy to criticize someone who generates an idea, someone who assumes all the risk."
  • "You seem like you have a shred of common sense, what the hell are you doing here?"
  • "Careful. This suit cost more than your education."
  • "Hang on, this is gonna be bad."
  • "Violence and technology... not good bedfellows!"
  • "What, like if you shot yourself in the foot? Don't do that, you would be dead before you even knew you had an accident."
  • "You like to have kids but you don't want to be with them, do you?"