so i thought i'd give it a try

anyone else kinda terrified you’ll never be able to hold a job in the future because of your mental illness

Holiday season is upon us, so I thought it would be fun to do something nice. Besides, who said you can only play secret santa in real life?

H O W  T H I S  W O R K S 

  • you will be assigned a url by december 1st, and throughout the month of december you’ll be sending that person nice messages
  • you will be receiving messages as well from your secret santa
  • on christmas day (december 25th) if you want you can reveal yourself to the person you were assigned to. you can also make something for them (gifset / edit / moodboard / playlist / fanfiction etc) if you like.


  • the messages should be sent anonymously and you should put something like “your secret santa” at the end of each message
  • they can be jokes, trivia about you, questions, inspiring quotes, movie/book/tv recommendations, christmas puns. basically anything nice
  • you don’t have to send messages every day but do it at least 2-3 times a week

T O  E N T E R

  • reblog this post before november 24th (likes are for bookmarks only) 
  • send me an ‘i want a secret santa’ so that i could pair you up with another blog
  • enable your anon asks (if not already) and keep them on till christmas
  • this is totally optional but you can follow me for updates
  • if you change your url or decide you do not want to participate after reblogging the post, please send me a message.

you will receive a message with the url of your secret santa between 23rd-30th of november

please, do not cheat.  the point of the whole event is to spread positivity and love, so it won’t be fair if you only receive and not give something back. if you have any questions, you can always hit me up

Good luck and enjoy your secret santa month!

anonymous asked:

i don't mean to sound rude but why do you like nick grimshaw?

here, here, here, here, and here

but mostly, i like him bcuz i’m an adult and i can like whatever i want ya know!! and like, it’s cool if ya’ll don’t like him but i’d like to think people are more than the sum of their mistakes based on a several year old YFIP post ppl reblog every time nick mentions harry. so please, if you (this is a general ‘you’, not specifically @ you anon) don’t like him either unfollow or leave…me alone….about it. please and thank you!!


Ughhhh I have so much to say about this scene and how close to FLCL this whole show is, but ultimately anything I could possibly try to put into words (because how do you write down a feeling like this?) can be summed up in these two frames. 

The nonsense, the symbolism, the hardships both Kokona and Takkun face regarding the lack of an identity in a world that is forcing them to grow up – and then Papika. She might not have a yellow Vespa, but she’s got a flying hoverboard (I really hope it’s not lost forever) and that freedom of spirit that’s so characteristic. 

Takkun fell in love with Haruko by the end of this absurd journey and hell, Kokona is falling too.


Nick’s eyes caught the sunlight and almost made Kelly forget what he’d been saying.

“Kelly,” Nick tried. His voice faltered, and he had to stop to swallow.

“I’ve already got more with you than I’ve ever had anywhere,” Kelly said in a rush, trying to beat Nick to whatever he’d been about to say. He took a deep breath to calm himself. “And after last night?”

“It would be easy.” Nick sighed and ran his thumb along Kelly’s knuckles.
Kelly dropped his hand away from Nick’s chin. “But you’re still going to say no, aren’t you?”

“I will never say no to you,” Nick said, his voice soft.”

Nick pushed his nose against Kelly’s, kissing him gently as warmth spread through his entire body.

“You feel like home,” Kelly said as he wrapped his arms around Nick’s neck.

- Shock & Awe || Abigail Roux


First time we met was the day I became a SeeD. We met again, in Timber. We had a lot of arguments at first. But in time, things began to change. You were looking at me. You smiled when our eyes met. It made me feel calm, tranquil. Rinoa, give me another chance.

totally forgot i never did a highlight comic for this year’s chicon! so here’s a quick one! to preface, know that in 3 years, i’ve never done one of the meet & greets. i decided i would try for one this year, and i got sniped for swain’s at the very end! HOWEVER, the lovely lady who did so ended up giving me the ticket! it was super lucky, but……………..this is how it started:

i wAS S O EMBARRASSED [whispers] he uses my name against me

Makki and Mattsun shower together sometimes. They sing duets and give each other foam beards. A lot of times they just stand there kissing. Sometimes the kissing turns into enthusiastic make-outs/shower sex; slow and languid and careful so they won’t slip; all gentle movements.
They also hold competitions to see who can dry off and put on clothes faster, which usually results in them both trying to sabotage each other. Mattsun wins most often as he initiates more kisses while slowly undressing Makki again. He has yet to realize that Makki doesn’t even mind.

Ohio Gothic

• You’ve drove by a field with the same horses in it six times now, your dad continues to say “Horses” every time you pass them. You all are aware, yet you continue giving a quiet hum of acknowledgement.

• Twenty One Pilots is playing on the radio, its all that plays on the radio. You turn it off. “You know they’re from Ohio?” Six voices ask at the same time. You nod. Everyone knows, it’s all you are certain you know.

• Cornfield, graveyard, barn, cornfield, cornfield. Where are you going? You don’t remember. You pass another graveyard and swear you see your name on the front headstone.

• “Let me stop for gas” the tank is full, it never goes down. “Okay.” You pull into the parking lot for Waffle House, no one says anything.

• You don’t remember what the sun looks like, it’s 70 degrees today. The weatherman gives the same forecast he always does and the television cuts to loud static. You can hear quiet mumbling beneath but can’t quite make it out.
Just to give a few people a bit of lovin'...

This is pretty accurate considering the things I reblog:

Thanks for having awesome blogs/being epic friends!

a-thousandkissesdeep tpinoe deforest fakecuddling elventhespian shannonfox aparadoxinflux chuck-this-out baby-hope

| kim namjoo, I hope you honestly have a great birthday and are surrounded by people that love you and will always cherish you. seeing you smile makes me smile and I hope I never have to see you frown because I’m not sure how I’ll handle it /gets shot/ you have no idea how much you mean to me, and you probably never will, but just knowing that you’re doing well is good enough for me! happy 19th birthday my joojoo and I hope we get to spend more with you~

Give me Will trying to be the perfect murder husband for a while (because they both need to recover from the wounds, whatever) and just exploding at one point, being at the same time so full of rage, and resentment towards hannibal and hating himself so much because he can’t bear the thought of actually killing him because he truly loves him in spite of everything he’s done.

The conflict within him, and the knowledge that when he tried to off himself along with hannibal (which would have been a small victory for him, allowing him not to become the actual monster he knew he could become) did not work out as planned and fate has decided he would not win, would just kill him. slowly destroy him from inside.

Give me Will waking up after the fall, after thinking he was actually going to die, after finally giving in to the quiet of the stream, opening his eyes to see Hannibal’s face right in front of his. He’d be lying down on a beach. Hannibal would have dragged them both out of the water.
Give me Will’s look then, when he realises he’s not dead, his plan failed, he has to face himself now, and a future that terrifies him, and give me Will slowly whispering “No… No..” the same way Bella Crawford did when Hannibal brought her back.

Give me Will barely managing to hold on until at one point he would just wake up screaming and sweating and crying, grabbing the sheets and he’d be in so much pain, almost physical, every nerve raw and bleeding. Give me Hannibal looking at this man and actually feeling hopeless.

Trying for rom com cuteness

I thought I’d share a little real life adventure with you all today.

So, last week, I went to Walmart and my cashier was REALLY cute. Like, younger David Tennant-like cuteness with an Alan Rickman-like nose. I could not stop smiling at him. I really wanted to give him my number, but I second guessed it because he’s working, right? I didn’t want to get him in trouble with management for chatting him up while he’s supposed to be working or have him face the awkwardness of turning me down but I’m still a customer and stuff.

So today, I went to Walmart (wearing my contacts and makeup, gasp). I bought a cute little card (that said something along the lines of ‘wishing you good thoughts’) and I wrote him a note. Essentially, it said ‘I think you’re attractive, drop me a line sometime if you feel like it and we’ll have a cute story for how we met. If you’re not interested, cool, I hope you take this as a compliment.’

But he wasn’t working today. I asked a sales associate about him and she said “Oh, the twin!” And I was all THERE’S TWO OF THEM?? *pterodactyl noises* You guys. There are TWO of this incredibly geeky-cute gawky DT guys. LIVING IN MY TOWN.

I reached out to the manager on duty, and she seemed sympathetic to my plea that she give him the card, but informed me that they aren’t allowed to take things from customers and she’s not allowed to divulge when people are working.

I’m going back on Thursday, since that was when I saw him working the first time. Cross your fingers for me that I see him again and I don’t wimp out!