what i love about overwatch isnt just the actual gameplay. its the stupid little things that people do that makes you smile.
-sniping the enemy team from behind and turning around to see the enemy ana giving you halloween candy
-losing to a team of 6 mercy and not even being mad about it
-a pack of soldier 76’s running towards you at full speed all chanting “knock knock”
-a reinhardt or mei blocking a dva ult and saving the whole team, then being showered in “Thanks!” from the whole team
-hiding on the point by using your sitting emote in the corner and watching the enemy team run around frantically trying to figure out why it says ‘contested’
-6 hanzos perched on top of an arcade machine angrily yelling “SAKE!”
-photobombing the boss battles in junkensteins revenge
its just when people are silly and fun like that which really makes the game so charming u feel

The Final Rose 2/2

Happy Second Rumbelle Is Hope event, everybody! If “happy” is the right word to use for something borne of soul crushing pain, anyway.

Whatever. Here’s the rest of this fic.

“Papa!” Bae called, and Rumplestiltskin followed his son’s voice into the library where Belle was perched on a ladder leaning against one of the many bookshelves while Bae stood at the bottom.

“What are you two doing?” Rumplestiltskin asked, trying to determine what precisely they were up to.

“Belle wanted to catalog the books,” Bae replied. “I’m holding the ladder.”

Bae wasn’t even touching the ladder, and even if he had been Rumplestiltskin didn’t think he’d be physically capable of doing much to support it, but he didn’t feel like starting another fight so he didn’t contradict his son.

“Did you need help?” Rumplestiltskin asked, unsure of whether or not he wanted to actually assist or not. The last few weeks he and Belle seemed to have reached some sort of truce, though he didn’t want to push his luck on it. Besides, it was going to be time to let her leave soon. He never kept maids more than a month or so and she’d already been with them close to three weeks.

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insomniac’s diary.

Sometimes I get this urgency to write everything down that I remember about your smile.  The way your laugh lines play against your face when you say something funny or the way your eyes get mysterious and dark when you were thinking of things that plagued your mind.  Distant times perched atop intimate recollections of a more carefree you, but always inscribing mystery in the depths of your detailed myths.  There is more to you than anyone knows. I imagine you rummaging through my diary to see if there is any inclination of my cozy thoughts as I spend another night of ransacking the sky and I sit here entangled in my mind where the eve touches the day before the night captures my dreams as you watch me, trust me I admire that… and only then I fall asleep with your eyes sunk into my soul, deep as the curl of another moon hangs in a delicate sky and we were here. 

April 14
Dear Eva,
It will be almost a month since you wrote to me and you have possibly forgotten your state of mind (I doubt it though). You seem the same as always, and being you, hate every minute of it. Don’t! Learn to say “Fuck You” to the world once in a while. You have every right to. Just stop thinking, worrying, looking over your shoulder, wondering, doubting, fearing, hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itching, scratching, mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rambling, gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching, moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking, piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing, alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching, searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself. Stop it and just
From your description, and from what I know of your previous work and your ability; the work you are doing sounds very good “Drawing - clean - clear but crazy like machines, larger and bolder… real nonsense.” That sounds fine, wonderful — real nonsense. Do more. More nonsensical, more crazy, more machines, more breasts, penises, cunts, whatever — make them abound with nonsense. Try and tickle something inside you, your “weird humor.” You belong in the most secret part of you. Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool. Make your own, your own world. If you fear, make it work for you — draw & paint your fear & anxiety. And stop worrying about big, deep things such as “to decide on a purpose and way of life, a consistant approach to even some impossible end or even an imagined end.” You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty. Then you will be able to
—  By a letter of the artist Sol LeWitt to sculptor Eva Hesse, (1965)

so ive unintentionally fallen into this habit that after I get out of Spanish class i sit on the blue couch on the third floor, and it never fails that some poor soul is lost and asks me for help finding things. now since I’m a Literature/writing major I spend all of my time here and can tell you where anything is. I’ve turned into like a guiding spirit that perches on the third floor couch.

From National Wildlife Federation Photo of the Week; April 15, 2013:

Beautiful But Deadly

Africa’s Lilac-breasted Rollers (Coracias caudatus) are particularly colorful birds with their springlike colors, but they are also very aggressive. They perch at high vantage points to spot prey, which include small amphibians, lizards and insects. They then swoop in and batter their captives before swallowing them whole. Mark Van Bergh noticed this roller in Kenya’s Masai Mara National Reserve. He writes, “It’s one of the most beautiful birds in the Mara, and this one displayed great patience as I photographed it.” The Virginia resident photographed from a vehicle and used a Sony A700 camera with a 600mm lens on a bean bag.

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46 with sirius plz

“Shut up, I am a delight!”

Have you ever noticed how much I actually hate you?’ He chortled, shoving the girl, previously perched on his lap, onto the ground. ‘If you dislike like me so much, why did you agree to marry me after we graduate?’ The breeze swept across her hair, locks swishing through the wind as she thought. ‘Maybe I just want a committed shag.’ He rolled his eyes, throwing a handful of grass at her jeans. ‘You’re a nuisance.’ ‘Shut up, I am a delight!’ They chuckled, moving to lie together, parallel. ‘You’re my afternoon delight.’

lilacskyfairy  asked:

Hi *-* could i just ask where do you buy all your clothes/jewerlly/shoes? ^^ theyr like all super cute , i've fallen in love with those angel socks🌸^^

daww my angel socks are actually frilly socks with fragilepony ballerina garters. ꒰୨୧꒱•͈⌔•͈꒰୨୧꒱ I get most of my angelic pretty and baby the stars shine bright clothes from lacemarket, closetchild, wunderwelt, lolitadesu and angelic pretty sales on Facebook. My chokers are from kittenplaypen, depop and taobao. My other dolly clothes come from taobao and depop. You need a shipping agent for taobao, i use bhiner. my favourite brand of clothes right now is candystripper and Nile perch. 🐰🌸 I hope this helps you out a little bit angel baby.