otp: now you tell me


                              I… came to Seidou to find the place where I belong.
                                 Please don’t disappoint me… Miyuki-senpai.
                                                    Interesting! I like you!


anonymous asked:

yo my dude would you like a banana? good source of potassium ya know.

[Your dude now indeed ;D]


The one thing you can never stop is falling in love with someone!

Dramione You’ve Got Mail AU

Hermione Granger owns a small independent bookshop called The Little Blue Bookshop - and she also owns a tumblr account under the name of ‘quickfoxjumpsoverlazythedog’. There she has an online relationship with another tumblr user called ‘wizarding’. They change messages on a daily basis. Little does she know that ‘wizarding’ is Draco Malfoy himself, the owner of Dragon Books, a chain of bookstores, and Hermione’s rival in business. While Hermione fights for keeping up her bookshop in the shadow of the gigantic Dragon Books store, ‘quickfoxjumpsoverthelazydog’ and ‘wizarding’ bond over love poems, their relationship deepening…


Root/Shaw Parallels: 4x11

‘Die for something that you love’


if love isn’t forever
and it’s not the weather
hand me my leather

♪ kh editors’ challenge! - day # 8: a graphic of your otp

Now You Tell Me
Jordin Sparks
Now You Tell Me

and because i love this song ♥

Songwriters: Lind, Espen; Storm, Frankie; Bjorklund, Amund

Is there anything that can make you happy?

I don’t know what to say to make it better

Seeing you like this, down and hurt so badly

When you have been so kept together

What’s this?

All this time I thought you didn’t need me

Now I’ve gone from you and now you tell me

You’re in love, but that’s not what it was

All those times that passed by with no signs

And now you’re telling me

You miss me, boy why couldn’t I see?

And my heart don’t agree with what you’re telling me

You were nonchalant, strong, and unaffected

And you never wanted me to be there

I never saw your heart, that’s how close you kept it

So right now I’m so unsure how to care

What’s this?

All this time I thought you didn’t need me

Now I’ve gone from you and now you tell me

No attention was given

No affection from you to heal the hurt

I was hoping

I was wishing

Just to listen and to hear those words

When I moved to Denmark, one of the hardest initial adjustments as the lack of obscene choice in the grocery stores. Anyone who’s ever seen even photos of American markets know we have more options than we can even consider. Sure, it’s an everyday display of our nation’s vulgarity, but when you suddenly don’t have 2,000 cereal options, you do tend to feel a little empty inside, a little disempowered by the nanny state.

One major omission from Danish groceries was my beloved Vitamin Water – though truth be told, Smart Water is my favorite. Anyway, because of some laws I don’t entirely understand about not marketing things as “healthy” and not adding vitamins to foods, Denmark didn’t allow drinks like Vitamin Water to be sold. I was told that if you have state-run healthcare, you don’t want people consuming too many vitamins – they’ll overdose on goodness?? – nor do you want unhealthy items labeled “nutritious” mucking up the marketplace for folks without much nutrition label or marketing literacy. The theory goes that when you provide healthcare for everyone, you keep a closer eye on what the general populace can access in terms of healthful choices. Period.

In the past year or so, I’ve found Vitamin Water in Sweden and quickly grabbed a bottle. I miss the junk food comforts of home, and I used to drink several VMs a week in the States. But each time I found the thick plastic bottles of colorful water in Sweden, I was disappointed. Is the sugar to blame? (Gross as it is, the U.S. has no regulation on high fructose corn syrup.) Had I simply not had it in so long that I no longer enjoyed the vaguely fruity sugar water?

Then today, Andreas emailed from work. “Went to 7-11 to buy juice. Found this.” The attached photo showed that Denmark has inched closer to the American way. Much as I miss home, in this case, I’m not sure that’s a good thing. And no, he didn’t buy me one, and no, I didn’t ask. We’ll be home soon enough, and some things are meant to be left behind.