out of common

👱🏼‍♀️💕… Some things you might not know about me…⠀ 👫 The most frequently occurring argument between me and S is what kind of dog we’re going to get⠀ 😘 I’d describe my first kiss as a suprise lick all over my face⠀ 👧🏼 As a child, I spend a lot of time thinking about what I’d do in case I got stuck in quicksand (turns out it’s as common as the cartoons had me believe, and not as fast either)⠀ ​👉🏻 To read more head to the link in my bio (@annesmiless) 💫

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some unlucky kiddos :’)

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You will give the people of Earth an ideal to strive towards. They will race behind you, they will stumble, they will fall. But in time, they will join you in the sun, Kal. In time, you will help them accomplish wonders.

Man of Steel (2013) dir. Zack Snyder

“Young Grackles” 5" x 5" oil
There’s nothing quite like having a pile of young birds (in this case, Common Grackles) descend upon your yard, with their curious, clumsy, confused ways. This group I observed seemed especially fresh and clueless, trying nibbles of plants and twigs before getting it right by cracking seeds I’d offered. This stage of adolescence in birds is especially endearing to me.

anonymous asked:

Is there a story behind the blue jacket?

kind of. 

besides me being a fashion bombshell, even in the midst of wwii, the jacket was nice and warm and full of pockets. which is always a nice thing when you have to literally carry everything you need with you everywhere you go.

but on top of that, i grew up with tiny pre-human-lab-rat steve. among a very long list of medical issues which fueled his must-punch-everything attitude, steve was colorblind. (in a very typically steve move, he decided to become an artist, despite not being able to see half the colors out there.) 

 the modern term for what he was is ‘protanopia’ which is a type of red-green colorblindness which meant his ability to see the color red was not so great. pretty much everything in the red spectrum got toned down to taupes and greys, and yellows and greens were kinda muted. but his ability to see the color blue was basically unimpaired, so blue things stood out in his field of vision. back in the day, i wore a lot of blue because it was easier for steve to spot, and somewhere along the line it just kinda became my favorite color, and i tended to pick blue clothes out of habit. 

these days steve’s favorite color is red, just for the novelty of being able to see it.  

Dean is allowed to refuse to do things Sam’s way.

Dean is allowed to disagree with Sam.

Dean is allowed to be angry when Sam abandons or betrays him.

Dean is allowed to keep his feelings to himself.

Dean is allowed to have feelings regardless of whether they are what Sam thinks they should be.

Dean is allowed to call out even a loved one for hurting him or betraying him, especially if they keep doing it.

Dean is allowed to be afraid or nervous that they will do it again.

Humans are allowed to do all of these things, and as a person, so is Dean. None of these make Dean controlling, abusive, or cruel. Framing it as such what an abuser does to keep their victim in line. It’s a method certain people use to manipulate someone else into silence or compliance. Dean falls for it because of years and years of formative, psychological abuse, but that doesn’t make it even remotely true or right or even acceptable.

Bygones of the Sun | 07 (M)

Originally posted by hobismole

Genre: Angst/fluff/(future)smut || dance captain!hoseok, bad boy!au, uni!au

Pairing: Reader x Hoseok

Length: 6.7k

Summary: Jung Hoseok was once the sweetheart of the school, the dance captain whom every girl, including you, can’t help but fall head over heels for. But like the force of the ever-glowing sun, everything that rises must also set. A year of inactivity later and he’s now the school’s resident bad boy. You’re a firm believer of allowing the past be the past, and yet you can’t help but wonder where the risen sun has gone into hiding—because perhaps its shadows have out-shined its own radiance.

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[LYRICS] (ENG TRANS) Mic Drop

yeah who said my spoon is dirty?
I don’t care, I grab the mic
I got several golden spoons
I lash out, y’all undercooked, several of you steaks
I will continue to chew you out, during the star’s dinner
World Business headline
#1 casted, sold out
this isn’t common, I enjoy the value of this class
bad smell on a good scent is against the rules
mic mic bungee

mic mic bungee
bright light move forward
you thought we’d fail but I’m fine sorry
I’m sorry Billboard
I’m sorry worldwide
mom, I’m sorry because your son is too famous
fulfill the filial duty that you couldn’t do
there aren’t any grapes at our concert (fans call tickets grapes)
I do it I do it, you are tasteless Ratatouille
sue me if your tummy happens to hurt from jealousy
sue it

did you see my bag
did you see my bag
I got many bags filled with trophies
how you think bout that
how you think bout that
hater hating us already
but my success shines like gold already
I’m so firin’ firin’ sacred-torch relay
you urgently, urgently run away swoosh swoosh
how you dare
how you dare
how you dare

ah, I have too many trophies in my hands
too heavy, I can’t hold them all with my both hands
MIC Drop
MIC Drop

watch your step, your step
watch your words, your words
lodi dodi, ah I’m so busy
too busy that my entire body can’t handle
MIC Drop
MIC Drop

watch your step, your step
watch your words, your words
these words are real
“truth wins out in the long run” ah
once upon a time
Aesop’s Fables fly

look at your realities, serves you right
I’d be f*cking happy even if I die now
which country are we flying to this time?
how many hours is the flight?
yeah I’m on the mountain
yeah I’m on the bay
drained on stage
MIC Drop BAM

did you see my bag
did you see my bag
I got many bags filled with trophies
how you think bout that
how you think bout that
hater hating us already
but my success shines like gold already
I’m so firin’ firin’ sacred-torch relay
you urgently, urgently run away swoosh swoosh
how you dare
how you dare
how you dare

ah, I have too many trophies in my hands
too heavy, I can’t hold them all with my both hands
MIC Drop
MIC Drop
watch your step, your step
watch your words, your words
lodi dodi, ah I’m so busy
too busy that my entire body can’t handle

MIC Drop
MIC Drop
watch your step, your step
watch your words, your words
haters gon’ hate
players gon’ play
live a life man
good luck

I don’t need to see you anymore, this is the last farewell
there’s nothing more to say either, don’t apologize
I don’t need to see you anymore, this is the last farewell
there’s nothing more to say either, don’t apologize
watch closely, that’s just how your life ends
we shoot, like cola
your corneas are surprised
we’re quite fly, we’re fl-fl-fly

trans by Kai @ bangtan tumblr do not take out or repost without permission.

i hate when fics try to make Hermione perfect and make it seem like she would obviously know everything, because it’s not fucking accurate. i just- i think that like most smart people, she has a lot of book sense, but not a lot of common sense.

gimme Hermione who:

- can name all the ingredients in polyjuice potion or pepper up, but always forgets where she puts her quills (in her hair).

- knows the most basic ways of performing spells and charms, but can’t for the life of her figure out how the talking portraits work.

- always forgets to cut her lamp off before she goes to sleep so her dormmates always have to nox it in the middle of the night.

- knows all her roommates names, but always gets them mixed up cause she’s never paying attention when she starts talking to them, cause she’s reading and talks without looking up from the page.

like i get it, she’s a Gryffindor and that’s supposed to be the perfect, great, good guy house, but she also could have been sorted into ravenclaw and people seem to ignore that part of her character.

ravenclaw is wisdom and creativity and knowledge for the sake of knowledge and this girl is not perfect, she is a goofball of random facts no one cares about and she trips over her own damn sentences sometimes because she isn’t good with social cues because she’s more comfortable with a book than with people. i also get that she will have grown out of some of this, but as someone who has been reading their entire life even when i take breaks from books i am more comfortable in a library alone than in a cafeteria or a club full of people.

literally fight me if you think i’m wrong