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do you ever think about how when even was manic he said 'we're so going to get married' and then when he was depressed he said 'in another universe we're together for all eternity' and cry

I cry more about what that turned into actually??? They started off talking on such a grand scale, “man of my life” and “married” and “eternity”, and while that might be romantic… I feel like that didn’t serve Even particularly well? If you’re living life as a film, you might make the big gesture and let the curtain fall. If you’re living life thinking of all the parallel universes, you can comfort yourself that one of them is getting it ‘right’. What I really loved about season three was that it wasn’t too precious about anything, Isak and Even enjoyed all the talk about the infinite and du er mannen i mitt liv but it wasn’t what ended up actually meaning the most to them. 

What wound up being the most important thing was you and me and this bed and now. And then ‘move in with me because I want you and your dirty socks and your elbow next to mine on the kitchen table’. The everyday, every day. The “now” means more to me than any hypothetical forever and they’re giving everything they could right at this minute. That’s what gets me more than anything with them, seeing them take such good care of each other because they aren’t counting on anything else. Because life is

Obi-Wan cuts off so many limbs

  • he cuts off Darth Maul’s legs (2)
  • he cuts off Savage Opress’ arm (1)
  • he cuts off Grievous’ hands (2, probably, but Grievous has so many I lose count)
  • he cuts off many of Anakin’s limbs (3)
  • and so many other random people in bars have lost their limbs to Obi-Wan Kenobi
  • Obi-Wan is a menace

A couple of years ago I went out camping in the woods with a few of my friends. It was a dark and stormy night, and we felt very alone in our little tent, so we started telling scary stories.

I described how these hills used to be coal mining country, and the coal mines were dark and dangerous. If you didn’t die from coal lung you’d die from cave-ins, and if you didn’t die from either of those, you’d starve to death on the miniscule wages they paid you. The mine just up the hill from us was the worst. The manager had an extortion racket that he was keeping hidden from the owners - he would demand a “tribute” of 50% of the day’s wages from each of his miners, or he would think up a reason to get them fired. Pay was starvation level even without giving the manager his cut, and so after a few months of this tribute the miners became pale, sickly, and emaciated. Paradoxically, they started working harder and harder, hoping they would strike it rich enough to get a bonus that they could use to get out of that awful place.

One of the miners worked even harder than the others. He just kept digging and digging, and when he looked back, he’d gone too far, left everyone else behind, and couldn’t find his way back. Life out there was so bad he found he barely cared. He just kept digging and digging and digging, figuring that working himself to death was as good a way to go as any other.

Finally he came to a vein of rock darker than any he’d ever seen before, and when he broke through it - wham! - he had dug all the way to Hell. Satan came over to meet him, and told the miner that they had a problem. He couldn’t stay in Hell, because he wasn’t a sinner. But he couldn’t go back either, because the rules say no mortal may leave Hell alive. So Satan offered him a deal - he would transform the man into a vengeful ghost, who could spend eternity possessing mortals and driving them to madness.

The miner thought a bit, but he wasn’t convinced. The only guy he wanted to possess and drive to madness was his evil manager who had stolen a tribute from every one of his paychecks. After getting revenge on him, he wasn’t sure he wanted an eternity of possessing random other people. Satan suggested that maybe he could spend eternity possessing people and talking about how evil his manager was, so as to make his name forever dishonored. The man thought that was a good idea, and so with a word Satan transformed him into a spirit. He spent a while haunting his evil manager, then after that possessed random other people in the area to give monologues on how exploitative his manager’s labor practices were.

And so (I finished) sometimes, on nights much like tonight, with groups of campers much like our own…

“Hold on,” interrupted my friend. “Is this going to end with you saying that you’re possessed right now, and that’s why you’re telling us this story?”

“Um,” I said…“I guess that…”

Just then the police burst into our tent. “Stop right there!” said one of the officers. “You’re under arrest!”

“For what?” I asked.

“Possession by a miner within tent to diss tribute.”

Awwww Hoseok wrote Tae a letter when he was having a bad day. Tae said he looked like he was asleep, but wasn’t, so he saw Hoseok quietly leaving him a letter next to his pillow. These boys :((((((((((((((( the most thoughtful and loving set of boys :((((((

Feeling for a Fever.

Spencer Reid x Reader

In which Spencer says that he feels sick, so the reader wants to check his temperature. He’s utterly surprised when she presses her lips to his forehead in a soft kiss, and asks her why she’s done so. She waves it off and explains that it’s how her grandmother always checked for a fever. Later, she’s pleasantly surprised at what he does before he leaves work.

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“You okay, Spence?” you asked your coworker. He looked pale and uncomfortable, he was noticeably shivering, and there was sweat gathering at his hairline. Spencer shrugged with a frown, “I think I might be getting sick.”

The bullpen was pretty empty except for the two of you, JJ, Morgan, and Hotch who was up in his office. A few other random people who you didn’t know so well were also scattered throughout the area but you paid no mind to them. 

You approached Spencer’s desk with a sympathetic smile as he looked up at you. You smoothed his hair that was matted with sweat away from his face, then leaned down and pressed your lips against the soft skin of his forehead. He felt really hot and his skin was sticky from the perspiration.

“What- Um, what was that for?” Spencer stammered while you pulled away, he was clearly startled by your actions. He had a huge crush on you and the small almost-kiss only made his feelings intensify.

“That’s how my grandmom used to check for a fever. Why, you’ve never heard of that before?” you asked in disbelief, it was such a normal thing for you to do. It was an instinct.

Spencer shook his head. “Well, I’ve heard that it could be more accurate than feeling with the back of your hand but really the best way to see if someone has a fever is to take their temperature with a thermometer.”

You smiled, “I know, but no one’s ever kissed your forehead to feel for a fever?”

Spencer shook his head again and looked down, “No one’s kissed my forehead ever, period.”

You frowned, “I find that hard to believe. But anyway, you feel really warm. I don’t have a thermometer but I’m sure someone does, you should see what your temperature is and go home.”

He nodded his head, Spencer rarely left work but he really did feel sick. “I think I just might.” He gathered his things quickly and stood from his desk.

“Thanks, Y/n.” Then, he hesitantly leaned in and pressed a swift kiss to your forehead to return the gesture from earlier. With a shy smile and wave Spencer stumbled up to Hotch’s office. You could get used to his forehead kisses, they were soft and intimate and you couldn’t help but wonder how his lips would feel on yours. Hopefully one day you’d get to find out.


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got7 as neighbors

jaebum: the one mysterious neighbor
- barely outside
- the one house nobody dares to go to on halloween
- you would never know when he’s home
- rumors spread about him being a psycho
- his cats roam the yard sometimes
- has about 244 cats
- has on giant hoodies with headphones in as he dumps the garbage
- hot af
- intimidates everyone
- jehovah witnesses skip his house

youngjae: the chipper neighbor
- “good morning Susan!”
- borrows people’s things but they’ll never get it back
- house looks like an entire garden
- is friends with everyone in the neighborhood
- you’ll see him all dressed up for church on Sunday with his nieces and nephews
- always mowing his lawn
- has family and friends over his house literally everyday
- decorates house for every holiday
- very loud

mark: the shy neighbor
- sits out on his porch while listening to music
- always getting compliments from other random people walking past his house
- blushes whenever he makes eye contact with people
- barely talks
- always at home unless he has to go to work at In N Out
- invites his friends over at night for small house parties
- hopes you like rap music since that’s what you’ll be hearing all night
- turns from a quiet small boy to a loud f**kboy
- is really attractive

bambam: the extremely weird neighbor
- the smell of burnt lasagna can be smelled miles away
- always outside with no shirt on as he tries to flex his ‘muscles’
- pool parties in the summer
- has his best friend over everyday
- dabbing like the usual
- flirts with the cute girls that walks by on the sidewalk
- “you can come in if it’s too hot baby.”
- cringey
- gets slapped upside the head by elders
- luxury mansion

jinyoung: the shady Christian neighbor
- despises bambam and yugyeom the most
- “I’m allergic to sin.”
- hands out fliers to come to his church for worship service (especially to jaebum)
- dresses in formal attire everyday
- pastor in the streets but the devil in the sheets
- sits outside with his wife as they supervise their 3 children playing outside
- never at home when it’s Sunday
- whoops bambam on site
- always giving neighbors death glares when they do something stupid

jackson: the loud neighbor
- literally never wears a shirt
- you’d catch him in your backyard borrowing your water hose
- “are you gonna use that bro?”
- makes the ladies blush with his muscles
- always exercising
- gives everyone on the block organic tea for halloween
- his laugh can be heard from here to France
- probably bi
- always screaming
- barely at home
- outside drinking beer

yugyeom: the dancing neighbor
- bumps Chris brown everyday
- everyone knows he can dance. everyone.
- whips with bambam
- everyone assume he and bambam are boyfriends
- plays doorbell ditch at Jinyoung’s house
- gets beaten with a belt by Jinyoung
- “do you have any sugar?”
- somewhere moonwalking in the suburbs
- very tall
- T.P.’s houses on Halloween
- knocks the power out by crashing his Lamborghini

After completing DAI and Trespasser end of last year, I honestly thought I was the only person in the world obsessing over Solas. So I googled. And I’m so glad I did because I found the friendliest, most welcoming corner of hell I could ever wish to encounter. Solavellan Hell.

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Im have trouble understanding why some shippers care about what others think of them shipping kaisoo? People are going to look down on you for it whether you ship them casually or “to the extreme” you’re still going to always be a “dirty gross kaisoo shipper” to them no matter what so why care? 🙄 Just ship them happily and let it be.

do you ever think about Professor Malkin, Head of Slytherin, standing up and screaming his lungs out while furiously clapping when the sorting hat yells out “Hufflepuff” for his youngest daughter, while said daughter turns red and hisses back, “PA you’re embarrassing me sit down!!!!!” but she’s pretty stoked that she’s in the same house as her Dad and that Pa is so on board with this.

life’s too short to pretend you hate everything/everyone bc it’s the cool thing to do

ok story time, i used to play DCUO in its early days which for those who don’t know is basically an MMORPG set in the dcu where you create a hero or villain and make your way up the hero ladder, and if you level up enough you end up being accepted into the justice league as an actual member

there are various locations you can visit, one of them being the watchtower where you can find the trinity in the middle of the map inside a dome you can’t visit unless you’ve actually become a justice leaguer. but you can still see them in there just… existing i guess (i don’t remember seeing the models even talk) so you’d constantly have other people gathering around and being interested in seeing what’s going on. one of those people was Xcalibersomething but we’ll call him XC. XC was this guy who had teamed up with me and a few other people for some quests because you finish things quicklier/easier when you team up with other random people, but out of the group, we were the last ones to leave so for the time being we had decided to stick together. we didn’t message each other all that much because the main idea was easy enough: you see something > you decide to kill it > i follow and help you kill it faster

at some point we visit the watchtower, go our separate ways for a while because that place is huge and you bet your ass i’m gonna fly around without actually doing anything, then just as i’m about to leave, he writes me in the chat:

<XC>: i think there’s a way to get in there
<me>: where?
<XC>: the room where superman, batman and ww are
<me>: oh i don’t think you can yet. hall of justice is locked for low levels
<XC>: no i can

now, i’m thinking “no you can’t” but i let him be because he’s going to realize soon enough you can’t actually find a way inside that room without meeting certain criteria. i won’t get worked up. i don’t know him either so maybe this is the most interesting thing he’s done this week. i do, however, decide to stick around a little longer

i see XC go as back as the map allows him and just fly straight into the glass (which for reference, flying in low levels… is not that fast. you get the effect of wind blowing past you but actually seeing it in third person is hilariously slow for the current circumstances). he stops. that’s expected, he can’t actually ram his way through. the game doesn’t work that way so i don’t expect him to–

<XC>: do you think the glass can break?
<me>: i really doubt that
<XC>: try with me

which i do. because i decided to stay so i may as well fly back and forth the map in an attempt to break a glass that can’t break. flying is fun, i’m having a dandy time. we keep at it for maybe one minute and a half, some people join us for a while without knowing why we’re doing this weird marathon thing, then i stop and write:

<me>: maybe we should go do some missions to level up (aka you aren’t breaking this glass i can’t believe you’re still at it let’s actually finish the game holy SHIT)
<XC>: no i really can’t do that
<me>: why not?
<XC>: he’s watching

okay… at this point i’m like he probably has a friend/sibling sitting next to him that he wants to impress with his super gaming skills, so i get it. we’ve all been there. i get it. trying to introduce a new game mechanic via strong belief and the power of imagination isn’t the way to go about it but i get the premise, you know?

he doesn’t ask me to start trying again, he just swoops away towards the dome as if he’s certain i’ll follow. i’ve officially joined a cult and he’s the leader. i can’t break his trust. i’m his second in command at this point. he expects me to be there in tow, together joined in his crusade against The Glass. i don’t have it in me to betray him, i won’t be the hal to his sinestro. so i follow. and i fly. and i get back and then i fly again. and this keeps happening for i’m certain more than seven minutes without any kind of communication or cease of efforts. i’ve put on music. i’m singing karaoke. i’m chilling. i’ve accepted my fate i’ll stay here for the rest of my life. but then it gets to the point it’s nearly 3am on a school night and i don’t have it in me anymore. i’m about to desert his ass as if he’s the guerillas and i’m missing my family. i write:

<me>: listen i really have to go. but it’s been fun!
<XC>: oh
<XC>: okay yeah. it was fun. thanks for trying to help
<me>: sure. can i just say something
<XC>: yep
<me>: none of my business but you can impress them a lot easier by actually leveling up and beating some bosses instead of this lol
<XC>: impress who?
<me>: whoever’s sitting next to you
<XC>: ?
<XC>: oooh no
<XC>: i meant batman
<XC>: he’s in there always watching. i want to make a good impression

i didn’t pick up the game for four months after that. and let me tell you. let me tell you. to this day, i still respect XC. batman’s in there. always watching. he just wanted to make a good impr

at this point in my life i cant afford to care that i only sleep 1 or 2 hours per day

Disclaimer: I know jack-all about firearms. I know they go kablam. But I also know the way it would feel natural to hold one, and I know how to look at pictures of people holding them.

Long story short: I think I may have found a way to narrow down the identity of the mystery person approaching Cas in the Two in One promo… but it’s the kind of narrowing down that’s probably just gonna drive me bonkers. 

Naturally, that means I’m going to share it with you guys so you all can go bonkers with me.

They’re left handed. 

That might not tell us who it is, but might it tell us who is isn’t?