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!


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.

[ @younguchihasuvivor​ ] || [ X ]

Sasuke nods while he wince in pain when she place the alcohol on his leg that where bruised

     Carefully dabbing at the injury with a wet cloth, Ryū glances up with a sorry look to Sasuke’s face. “I know it hurts, I’m sorry…I’ll try to hurry, but I don’t want this to get infected!” Giving the rag another splash of alcohol, she winces and presses it back to his leg. The other hand alights with chakra, trying her best to numb it slightly to take an edge off the pain.
     “You still haven’t told me how this happened,” she offers, glancing back up to his dark eyes. “Did you fall…?” A number of possibilities run through the young medic’s mind. She hopes it was only an accident, and nothing more.


It seems like overnight that my blog sort of blew up and I thank you all very much for that. Because of that, though, I’ve been getting tons of requests which is great! I try to get to as many of them as I can, but I also work so my time is limited. With that being said, I’ll just quickly say how the requests work.

You can request anything. You can straight up give me a prompt if you would like, orrrrrr you can give me a song and I will base a short fic off of that song (which I have been doing quite a bit). 

If I don’t see your request, just send me another message and tell me you would like it again. Then, hopefully, I’ll see it. 

Thank you all for being so nice!! Much love xx

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!

In the clubhouse, Lydia had been trying to track down a spider for the past half an hour, but no matter how many attempts she tried to smack it down with the book in her hand, she failed. It moved too fast and scurried away every single goddamn time and it was pissing her off. “Right then, you little shit,” She muttered, holding her book above her head, ready to attack the spider and kill it. She wasn’t squeamish – obviously, being a forensic pathologist and all, you see a lot and you have to get used to it – but she hated spiders. Who didn’t? But she wasn’t afraid of them of course. The next time she attempted it, the spider was too high up the wall for her short height. “For fuck sake, seriously?” Lydia groaned, even jumping of climbing up on the chair wouldn’t do any good.

However, eventually, after chasing the spider around the clubhouse for however long it took – to Lydia, it felt like forever – she finally conquered it as she snuck up on it (Though, she didn’t know if you could actually creep up on spiders…) and walloped it three times with her book, ensuring that it was dead. “Got you! Finally!” She cheered then, out of breath a little, body filled with adrenaline as she carried on laughing. “You thought you could get away from me? You were wrong! I always win.” She threw her arms up victoriously, smile wide. “Woohoo!”