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The Signs as Publizity Quotes
  • Aries: Anything that makes me question my OWN place, in my OWN life, I BLOCK IT OUT.
  • Taurus: He's rich, he's impotent... I'm interested
  • Gemini: You're so shy and small, and she's so loud and huge.
  • Cancer: [Sign that says "crying room"]
  • Leo: I'm just so happy for myself and so WORRIED for you.
  • Virgo: Don't call me ridiculous, you know I don't like being called ridiculous, my dad always called me ridiculous and-
  • Libra: Find out if your personality IS!
  • Scorpio: Are you guys done talking, because I'm done pretending to look down at my binder.
  • Sagittarius: You're just jealous of the risk-taking I've done by getting bangs.
  • Capricorn: I'm a college graduate who deserves the best.
  • Aquarius: And the boyfriends that you have had- "Sure" -were like really bad for you and would like- "yeah" -come over and c*m on your stomach... "Well, I like to have fun."
  • Pisces: Who can never know, like, what will be told, and that is the story, that, like, I will discover when my path unfolds on it.

anonymous asked:

what happens after they both figure it out??? do they pine they definitely pine but??? more hcs please? i love you

i love you too dear anon this is for you

  • i’m not sure entirely how it would first go, but i imagine they’re laying around and keith is really intensely playing with lance’s fingers (like really intensely he looks like he’s trying to x-ray vision them u ok there buddy?) 
    • and lance is just watching him and it hits him full force his heart literally starts aching and he just pulls his hand away 
    • keith is confused for a second and kind of like :’( until lance cradles his jaw and says in a slightly trembling voice “can i kiss you right now?” 
    • the answer is yes 
  • they try to hide it for a while because they’re afraid it might mess up the team dynamic 
    • except they try hiding it by not touching each other as much,, which is when they realize how much they were touching each other and they’re both like “how did we even go this long without realizing?” 
    • shiro eventually asks if something is wrong between them because he notices they’re standing apart a lot (on a separate note have you noticed how often these two are standing next to each other in canon it’s like they’re drawn to each other i’m fjdsal;k)  
    • keith, smooth as ever, just blurts out “I KISSED HIM” 
    • shiro is a little surprised but he just smiles softly and is like “that’s great, keith. i already thought you had, though?”
    • keith: did EVERYONE know except us???  
  • they’re teenagers you know,, so they’re always all over each other
    • keith’s hair is literally always a mess
    • sometimes it’s braided but it half falls apart because lance can’t stop running his hands through his hair when they’re kissing
    • keith, mumbling into lance’s mouth: you’re ruining your work 
    • lance: worth it 
    • someone knocks on the door once and they scramble to put their shirts on and open it like “hey, nothing interesting happening here!” except,, they’re wearing the wrong shirts,, a mess 
    • or,, hunk, peering at keith’s neck very closely: dude, what are those purple marks? are you ok? they look like bruises? 
    • keith, flustered and tugging at his collar: NOTHING IT S NOTHING just my… galra genes!!! yeah!! my galra-ness kicking in!! you know how it is!! 
  • lance unabashedly flirting over the coms
  • they’re literally so sappy and cheesy all the time. they’re that couple that has an entire conversation using eye contact and forgets to explain what’s going on to the rest of the team  
  • lance pretty much moves in keith’s bedroom. keith pretty much steals all his shirts and doesn’t have to feel guilty about it anymore (he had like 5 already and when lance finds them he won’t leave him alone about it) 
  • thank youu 
  • john: john hamish watson
  • sherlock and irene: ????
  • john: if you were *dramatic pause* looking for baby names
  • sherlock and irene: *look at each other confused*
  • sherlock: what?
  • irene: john stop being jealous you're acting like you're 12
  • sherlock: yeah we're not even strai-
  • sherlock:
  • sherlock: wait
  • sherlock: did you just say jealous?
  • irene: *smugly nods*
  • john: i thought that got past him
  • irene: is no one going to bring up that sherlock just almost said he was gay
  • john: *looks at sherlock* wait
  • john: really?
  • irene: well i'm not sure who's more oblivious *laughs and walks out of the room with john and sherlock staring at each other very confused*
Royalty Starters
  • "Watch where you're going, peasant!"
  • "Royal? Sure, you're a royal pain in the ass!"
  • "Don't you know who you're talking to?"
  • "Wow, it's uncanny. You really look exactly like the prince/princess."
  • "You're my new servant?"
  • "You know, I could use a new servant."
  • "How dare you touch me!"
  • "I don't think the people like me."
  • "I believe there have been attempts on my life. I'm hiring you to protect me."
  • "What do you mean you're not my real guardsman?"
  • "Peasant life must be so dull!"
  • "I'm sorry, miss priss. I was just trying to save your skin!"
  • "You want me to wear that? It's ghastly!"
  • "Have you ever even left the castle?"
  • "It's lonely being a leader, you know. You're my only real friend."
  • "Father wants me to marry a snobbish nobleman/noblewoman. I won't go through with it!"
  • "That was my favorite ball gown!"
  • "What do you mean you don't own silk clothing?"
  • "How do you people live like this!?"

ben-roll-io  asked:

i'll send a prompt in if you're looking! How about rosvolio and the conversation that would happen after he discovered rosaline and escalus! I need somene to speculate... 7 days is too long! :D

Thanks for the prompt! I’m not sure this is what you were looking for – I took it in a direction even I wasn’t really sure about – but I hope you like it!

With a soft rustle of skirts, Isabella pressed herself through the doorway and into the narrow, ill-lit antechamber. A lamp would have been unnecessary in any case, as she knew the contours of the room as well as her own mind, having spent countless hours in it waiting, listening, observing. A prince must be watchful, her father had told her, and so she was, her eyes and ears taking in every word, every gesture from her ideal hiding spot. 

Her fingers quickly found the small wooden panel in the wall and slid it sideways, revealing two round pinpricks of light. Pressing her face up against them, she blinked twice against the glare and then gazed into the chamber beyond, knowing with confidence that her dark eyes could not be seen from the other side, disguised as they were within the mottled landscape of a rather poorly-executed portrait of Cangrande riding triumphant into Padua.

There were only two figures in the chamber, a man and a woman, and they were not yet speaking, nor were they even looking at each other. 

It had been Isabella’s idea to have them be brought there, just as it had been her idea, skillfully woven into her brother’s mind until he eventually regarded it as his own, that the two should be wed. Such a union, she realized, would solve so many problems. There would be peace in the streets, the warring houses brought together by vows sworn to God, the only thing stronger than the hot blood of vendetta. The people’s spirits would be buoyed by stories of tender-hearted love – and by the celebratory wine flowing freely in the streets. And her brother would no longer be distracted from his duty by thoughts of a woman entirely inappropriate for him in rank and station. Such a union would force him to set aside whatever adolescent sentiments he might still have for Rosaline Capulet, to then wish her and her new husband well, and at last return to the requirements of his role as prince of Verona. 

Such a plan would accomplish a great deal, if only the two figures at the center would play their parts as instructed. 

Rosaline, of course, had been the most resistant. She had always been so, willful and proud even as a young girl, and there had been a time, as childhood friends, when Isabella had secretly admired her for it. But grown women didn’t have the luxury of pride and will, especially not those in the position that Rosaline now found herself. The young man – Benvolio was his name – was less well-known to Isabella, but as the penniless nephew and sole heir of Lord Montague, he would no doubt be brought to heel just as quickly. 

There was something strange, though, in the way he had eventually gone after Rosaline after she had fled from the Great Hall, a look in his eyes that seemed to suggest he felt something more than just the simple humiliation of being publicly spurned by his soon-to-be fiancé. He had seemed even more troubled after he returned, only a few moments before her brother and Rosaline reappeared, their expressions chastened and eyes downcast as they failed to meet anyone’s gaze. Isabella did not fully understand it – not yet, at least. But she would watch, and wait, with the certainty that their secrets would be revealed to her soon enough.

So once they had all returned, she had suggested – with all the sincerity and maidenly innocence she could muster – that the new couple be allowed a private moment, a chance to begin to get to know one another, and it had not been hard to bring everyone to agreement. And she knew just the place: a small audience chamber her father had often used to meet with visiting dignitaries and ambassadors, left almost entirely unoccupied these days, but perfectly suitable for their needs.

It would have been perfectly suitable for Isabella’s needs as well – if only for the fact that neither the future groom nor his bride were saying anything at all to each other, leaving the air in the chamber to weigh heavy and thick, curdling with silent tension. Rosaline sat stone-faced in a chair facing the door, while Benvolio had his back to her, his hands braced up against the solid stone mantel of the fireplace.

For a long moment Isabella wondered if they were ever going to speak at all, until finally the young man turned towards Rosaline, taking one hesitant step in her direction before he let a weary sigh escape from his lips.

“This arrangement was not of my choosing, nor of yours,” he said, his words slow, as if deliberately chosen. “But, before anything is done, tell me – and speak plainly, as I have no wish to play the unsuspecting fool – have you already formed an attachment with another?”

So it was true, then – he had come to suspect what Isabella already knew. Had the Montague heir seen something, some open declaration of the prince’s feelings towards Rosaline? Or even of her feelings towards the prince?

Rosaline swiveled her head to look at him, not moving an inch otherwise, her hands left passively clasped upon her lap.

“Do not attempt to know my heart, signore,” she sneered. “Such an endeavor is beyond your care or concern.” Her eyes narrowed, as if she was finding it hard to maintain her composure. “And no doubt you would struggle, for as I have heard, your knowledge of a woman’s anatomy is limited to a single place, one nowhere near the heart at all.” 

He inhaled sharply, his face a rigid mask of anger, and after a tiny, abortive movement of his hand towards his waist, Isabella realized he had reflexively reached for his sword, Rosaline’s sex the only thing that had saved her from being challenged. Instead, he charged forward into the center of the room, his eyes blazing.

“To know your heart would be a futile course indeed. I wonder if it even exists, or if an equal measure of pride and icy disdain simply reside in the place where it ought to be.” He pressed his hand into his forehead, rubbing along the ridge of his brow. “But you evade the point, madam. Do you have an attachment?

Isabella could only stand and watch agape. Was it possible the man was jealous? Why would it pain him so to think this woman loved another?

“Yes!” she thundered, at once coming to her feet, turning towards him with her determined little chin thrust high in outrage. “An attachment to my liberty! I would not be bought and sold like common chattel, I would not know the yoke of a petty tyrant who thinks himself a king because he bears the name of husband.”

He barked out a laugh, but there was no joy in it, only bitterness.

“I pity the man who would try to yoke you, more so the one who might attempt to bare his heart and speak to you of tender sentiments and thoughts of love.”

“Love?” Rosaline scoffed, throwing a hand out for emphasis as she took a step towards him. “A child’s game! Look what it brought our cousins.”

And so it went on, accusation upon accusation, recrimination upon recrimination, until Isabella could only shake her head in frustration and half-wonder if they would continue to engage in such hostilities up until the moment they reached the altar and the priest made them kneel in preparation for their vows. Dearest saints in heaven, could anything be made to flourish in such rocky soil as this?

But as she continued to watch them, she could not deny the passion with which they railed at one another, the way they seemed to be slowly circling around each other as they sparred and parried, both the hunter and the hunted. Such passion was dangerous – even from behind the wall she could sense the shimmering combustibility of it – but it would no doubt keep Rosaline occupied, until perhaps there would be no space left in her mind for any thoughts of the prince.

Perhaps, Isabella thought, her lips curling into an unbidden smile, her plan might actually succeed. House Montague and House Capulet would not burn down her city, taking her beloved brother along with them. No, she promised herself: their heirs, like fire and powder, would unite and consume only each other, until there was no danger left at all.

  • Keith: One day I will be strong and punch the sun.
  • Shiro: Uhh yeah... pretty sure that's not possible, so uhh..
  • Keith: I will punch it.
  • Shiro: Look buddy, if you try to punch the sun your hand is just gonna get burned up. Not really sure what you're expecting here...
  • Keith: I'm gonna punch it real hard.
  • Veronica: No you wouldn't understand!
  • Mom: Try me! I've experienced everything you're going through right now. Your problems seem like life and death. I promise they're not.
  • Veronica: Are you sure mom because I abandoned my best friend. I helped my boyfriend murder three students and make it seem like suicide and now they're haunting me. I'm trying to get him to just have a normal life but we're really damaged.
  • Mom: ...
  • Veronica: ...
  • HUSBAND: You know, if I watched Dark Side of Dimensions way back when I was in high school, I'd just think Kaiba and Atem were super solid rivals. That Kaiba's just really hardcore. I'd think "This dude's a very dedicated duelist, isn't he?"
  • ME: And now?
  • HUSBAND: Well, you've introduced me into this shipping thing and now I look at it (Transcend Game, DSoD manga prequel) and think... Whatever the hell Kaiba is doing, it's almost like it's beyond his desire to duel anymore. Like, fuck, man, you're going to die for the sake of dueling Atem? Are you SURE it's still about dueling?
  • ME: :D You ship 'em?
  • HUSBAND: That's the thing. I DON'T. What the hell

anonymous asked:

(1) i always thought the way mary's videos appeared was a bit weird and it reminded of something but i didn't know what. now i get it, it kind of reminds me of lady kovarian from doctor who. im not sure you're familiarized with it, but there's a few episodes she appears out of nothing in amy's mind and although it's not really video it kind of looks like she's opening an window in her mind before it's revealed that amy is not really there,

(2) she was actually kept like a prisioner by madame kovarian the whole time. it’s a very diferente show of course, but it made me think, if the theory that mary’s alive and controlling them with td12 is right, the videos would be there like to show mary is the one manipulating everything and creating like a fake version of events.

Originally posted by moffatappreciationlife

Originally posted by livingthegifs

OH WOW, is that not just eerily similar. I have watched that series yes, but I only started doing Sherlock/Doctor Who meta at series 9 I think (??) so I’m not as familiar with it. But omg, Kovarian scared me so much at the time! 

And as you say that is such a good indicator of Mary/Kovarian ‘interrupting’ John/Amy’s dream, before it’s even revealed that it is a dream. 

And this gave me chills:

The first time Ganger Amy saw Kovarian, she appeared at the little girl’s bedroom door at Graystark Hall Orphanage in a hatch in the door. Amy was startled and asked who she was. Kovarian ignored her and said “No, I think she’s just dreaming”, then disappeared. (x)

So Mary is the Kovarian of John’s nightmare, interrupting what he thinks is ‘reality’ and controlling the ending with her “posthumous” DVDs. 

(Also, sidenote: isn’t it an awful coincidence that Kovarian’s nickname was…’eyepatch lady’… @waitedforgarridebs @marcespot)

fallenpiestiel  asked:

hey, just wanted to know what kind of colors you're using for your drawings on paper since I love your work especially your lego joker, the way you draw is so cute but you still manage to make it look professional with the proportions and stuff (something I fail at) .... pls never stop I love it so darn much.

not quiiiite sure what you meant, here’s the materials I used to color the JokesTM

i really like that sort of sharp shading style you can get from alcohol markers

(also the paper i draw on is super white so I dont color his skin)

kittycat15431  asked:

Hello :D I was considering getting a snake, particularly a ball python, and I was wondering if you could give me some advice and/or tips? This would be my first one, but I love them so much and I'd love to have one as a pet.

as someone who got a ball python first, i dont recommend a ball python as a starter snake

they’re pretty tricky and are a lot easier to care for with a bit of experience with other snakes. if you’re not prepared for that it can end up being a really costly investment at the risk of the animals health. I’d recommend a colubrid, like a corn snake, instead and here’s why: 

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anonymous asked:

Is it cool to ask you about you're hair? I'm nb and I have somewhat longer hair, but I want to cut it off. But at the same time??? I mean I've always had it and I'm not sure how I would look without it- in some ways it's like a security blanket. At the same time I really want to do it. I guess what I'm asking is how did you feel when you cut it to the point it's currently at? Did you have any doubts or were you ready?

I had hair so long that I could sit on it for the first 16 years of my life so I understand. My hair was a security blanket as well and a big part of how people viewed me. I wanted to cut my hair for so long but finally at 16 I decided to cut it all off and it was honestly one of the best decision I ever made. I’m someone who is rather self conscious even to this day, but cutting my hair helped with my confidence a whole lot. Just remember hair grows, if you don’t like it after you cut it (if you do) grow it out. Hair is such a cool thing. You can do so many things with it and hell you can even wear wigs. Do whatever you want and just know it’s not permanent.

pjo characters as things i've said to my siblings
  • percy: ok but picture this; <i>flying monster trucks</i>
  • annabeth: i am surrounded by idiots with nowhere to go
  • jason: are you sure you're not just a little gay?
  • piper: before you do that remember that i should and could disembowel you
  • leo: but if you really think about it we're all headed to hell
  • frank: we need to go to canada
  • hazel: who in the name of merlin's saggy left testicle knows what i was looking for
  • nico: leeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaavvvvvvveeeeeeeeeee
  • reyna: you. me. living room. 5 pm. battle to the death. see you there.
  • Suho: Hey, do you wanna hear a joke?
  • Kris: *deeply sighs* Sure, go ahead.
  • Suho: Y'know Gok Won has a brother...
  • Kris: Hm. No, I didn't but go on.
  • Suho: Do you know what his name is?
  • Kris: *sighs, never looking away from his phone* No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me.
  • Suho: it's... Wait for it... Gok Two.
  • Kris: ...
  • Suho: ... Get it?
  • Kris: ...
  • Suho: Kris, Gok two. It's funny.
  • Kris: *shaking his head* It really isn't.
  • Suho: *pouting* it is.
  • Kris: it isn't. But I still love you.
  • Robert: Having lunch alone? That's right, you haven't got any friends. Why don't I join you to stop looking so pathetic?
  • Rebecca: I was just leaving.
  • Robert: On my account? I'm hurt.
  • Rebecca: Look, for what it's worth, I'm really sorry for the way things have turned out.
  • Robert: You're sorry?
  • Rebecca: Yes. Truly.
  • Robert: Right. Like this isn't what you wanted all along.
  • Rebecca: What are you talking about?
  • Robert: Now Aaron's out the way, I suppose you think I'm all yours, right?
  • Rebecca: You're kidding, right?
  • Robert: Don't act innocent. I've got news for you. It's not gonna happen. I wish I'd never gone near you in the first place.
  • Rebecca: You don't have to be like this. I'm sure, once he's cooled down, Aaron will come around.
  • Robert: How? I mean, it's not like the problem's going away.
  • Rebecca: The problem? It's your baby!
  • Robert: So you keep saying. I've only got your word for that. I mean, a desperate slapper like you, it could be anyone's. (Rebecca slaps him and walks away)