so i'll might as well post it

without really meaning it

The Way You Said “I Love You” Prompts
@stileslydiah requested “24. Without really meaning it”

Watching Derek dote on someone is hard – harder than Stiles thought it would ever be, despite the fact he knows it’s insincere; despite the fact it’s the job and nothing more.

 It’s hard because Stiles hasn’t had those arms around him in months, hasn’t had opportunity to arrange a chance meeting on a crowded street in weeks, hasn’t had Derek’s eyes meet his and watched his mouth curl into a smile for him.

 Derek’s team have been fairly indulgent, letting Stiles tag along on the assignment to observe and allowing him to blend with various crowds just to be close to Derek. Early on, before Derek insinuated himself into their mark’s life, they even allowed them to talk on the phone, but that might as well have been in another lifetime.

 Sometimes, Stiles hates his job, hates Derek’s job, hates the fact they’d never have met if it wasn’t for their jobs because then he can’t hate it as much.

 Stiles is across the restaurant and he can’t tear his eyes away from the back of Derek’s head for more than a few seconds at a time, usually at the prompting of the agent he’s sitting across from.

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l.s. | UNSENT LETTERS: to our younger selves © 2017

i want to tell you you’ve always been beautiful but you’d think it’s a lie and i’m you so a part of me thinks it’s a lie too.

i want to tell you you’re strong, and at least this i can half believe, spin a spider’s web, echoes in the silk of a girl who laid down the knife.

i want to tell you that you’re still young, there’s still time. that the sun always rises and even when it has to set the stars will be waiting-

-but i know you better than you know me and better than anyone i know there is little i could tell you that we’d both believe.

so i won’t tell you you’re young- you’d scoff and roll your eyes, assume i’m just another grown up who thinks they know better. i won’t tell you you’re strong because i know that our strength grew and the you that is you and not yet me might only carry the seed, still just kindling to be coaxed. i won’t tell you you’re beautiful but i hope ten years down the line there’s another us who knows better. maybe she’ll write us both a letter.

instead, i’ll tell you i love you because even if you don’t believe it it’s still true and i know you need to hear it because i do too. i love you.

one day you’ll learn to love you too.

Let’s buy ice cream on our way home!

And when Izuku’s laugh accompanied one of his stories, Shouto couldn’t help the blush that formed in his face. He was surprised. It sounded so nice, melodic even. Shouto decided it’s one of his favorite things.

Another TodoDeku edit! No BnHa episode yesterday so I decided to make this. I might make a series of Todoroki courting/pinning on Midoriya! ;D

As usual, no reposting! Do not rip the credit as well.


Can you believe I actually sat down and lined this personally I can’t

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anonymous asked:

Sonia kaspbrak immediately taking Eddie to the doctors the second she spots the love bites, that richie has given him, all over his neck/upper chest because she thinks he has a skin disease and he's like okay might as well tell her and he's like "mom they're hickeys" and she's like tf no they're not and the doctors are like "ma'am. Your son does not have a skin disease. He has hickeys"


the car ride back home is just completely filled with tension and it’s silent but once they get inside, his mom is demanding answers on what girl he’s been hiding away that does this to him, that’s making her baby boy so sick, but he just laughs and smiles… “it was richie, mom. richie gave me these.” and before the words can even begin to process in her mind, eddie is out the front door and on his bike, pedaling his way to richie’s.

Les Amis as John Mulaney Quotes
  • Enjolras: One black coffee, same motherfucker
  • Courfeyrac: "She's just going through that phase where she says penis and vagina a lot" ...aren't we all
  • Combeferre: The more you do stuff, the better you get at dealing with how you still fail at it a lot of the time
  • Feuilly: I like having a puppy that’s a bulldog, ‘cause it’s like having a baby that is also a grandma. Her body is young, her face is as old as time.
  • Bahorel: He grabbed a 40, smashed it on the ground, and yelled "SCATTER!"
  • Grantaire: Eat ass, suck a dick, and sell drugs
  • Joly: One feels like a duck splashing around in all this wet, and when one feels like a duck, one is happy
  • Bossuet: If you're ever on the highway behind me, I hear you honking, and I also don't want me to be doing what I'm doing
  • Jehan: This is an on fire garbage can... could be a nursery
  • Marius: I don't know. I know you told me, but I have had a very long day. I am very small and I have no money, so you can imagine the kind of stress that I am under
  • Cosette: I think Emily Dickinson's a lesbian
  • Eponine: I'll keep all my emotions right here *gestures to self* and then one day I'll die
  • Musichetta: You know those days where you're like "this might as well happen. Adult life is already so goddamn weird"
  • -Bonus-
  • Gavroche: I like to lean in and go "stop snitchin' motherfucker" and walk off. 'Cause you're never too young to learn our national no snitching policy
  • Montparnasse: Anyone who has seen my dick and met my parents needs to die
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s(QUAD) intro post part 1: #shomajesty

onwards to: s(quad) intro part 2: dj boyang, s(quad) intro part 3: #slaythan

i…really don’t have time to be doing this lmao but i couldn’t resist. since i’ve gained some new followers lately and the grand prix is about to start, here’s another intro post about one of the bright young stars of figure skating and my favorite current men’s skater, shoma uno!

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erica and her trusty fierce hound companion, luna!

  • I'm one slip from raising hell, two slips from a padded cell: Aries, Leo, Scorpio, Aquarius
  • I'm like a sideshow in your circus, collecting coins from a wishing well: Cancer, Pisces
  • You're always jumping on my case, I got a villain, you got a chase: Taurus, Virgo, Capricorn
  • You're always speaking with a purpose, I wish you would just save face: Gemini, Libra, Sagittarius
Burnt Into Ashes (OCs, sickfic, part 1)

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A/N: IMPORTANT NOTE to understanding where in the GingerSnap timeline this takes place. There’s a point (a few years into their relationship) where Liam and Elliott broke up, and things didn’t end well. Liam was not nice through that time. To anyone, really, but especially Elliott. This fic takes place right in the middle of the year or so between their breakup and them getting back together. I hope that’s not confusing, but feel free to ask any questions if things aren’t clear. This is something I wrote like a year ago, but I’m still happy with it, so I’m sharing it anyway. That said, enjoy!

Elliott woke to his phone vibrating and ringing on the table next to his head. The sound cut straight through his skull, exacerbating the headache he was dismayed to find had not gone away with a good night’s sleep. Then again, he thought, he hadn’t had a good night’s sleep with all the tossing and turning and not being able to breathe.

He reached for the phone, nearly knocking it into the tissue-filled trash below, and squinted through the early morning darkness at the name on the blinding screen. Liam. The last person he wanted to talk to at–what time was it? He wasn’t even scheduled to work today, he remembered groggily.

“Yeah?” he answered, surprising himself with the roughness in his voice.

“Good morning to you, too, Chapman,” Liam said with an ever present snideness. It never used to be like this, Elliott thought. When they were together, Liam would bring him tea with honey and lemon in it and do whatever he could to keep Elliott from having to work when he was ill. Now it seemed like Elliott was the first person he called when he needed someone to cover. He wanted nothing more than to tell Liam to shove it, to leave him alone and let him go back to sleep, but he was afraid of what that would cost him.

“Whad’you wadt, Price, ’b ndot scheduled for t’day,” Elliott mumbled into his pillow. His head pounded harder with each moment he was awake, and he feared he might not be able to get back to sleep at all if Liam didn’t hang up soon.

“You are now,” Liam said matter-of-factly.

Elliott expected it, but that didn’t keep his heart from sinking. “Cad’t you fi’d sobeode else?” he asked. He knuckled the tip of his nose, a vague itch starting up in his nasal cavity. “I’b ndot re-hh!-really up to it.”

“Afraid I can’t,” Liam said, and he sounded genuinely exasperated by it. “Believe me, I take no pleasure in having to ask someone who spent half of the previous day sneezing in the bathroom, but we’re short staff as it is, and I can’t afford to have you out.”

The tickle was rapidly becoming much more than vague, and he missed most of what Liam said while he was trying to keep from sneezing. “Ndot sure you cad afford to hahh…have mbe there either.” God, the last thing he needed was to sneeze in Liam’s ear. He didn’t know how Liam would react to it now. Things were quite different from when they were together. Liam didn’t even bless him anymore. And yet, Elliott knew it was still plenty distracting for him if the way he flinched and grimaced were any indication.

“Better than nothing,” Liam muttered. “I can cut it to half what I actually need you for, if you’re going to be difficult about it.”

“D-diffic–huh! AEGhJISsSHu!” The sneeze wrenched itself free at the first possible opportunity, as soon as Elliott was distracted. And it wasn’t the only one. While his eyes watered, and he tried desperately to recover, his nostrils twitched and flared with the insatiable need, and he almost forgot to draw the phone back before the next outburst. “hah’EHGKtZIhSHU! h-huh’UhKtJISsSHU! h-hh-hih’IHGhTJhSSH!

He sniffled and groaned in the aftermath, throat burning while his head assaulted him with a relentless throbbing. He couldn’t think, and when he pressed the heel of his hand to his forehead, even he could tell it was too warm. With a shuddering breath, he returned the phone to his ear, ready to ask Liam one more time if he wouldn’t reconsider. But before he could even form the full thought, Liam spoke again.

“Be here for eleven, Chapman,” he snapped, and the call ended.

Elliott lay stunned for a moment until the reality hit him that yes, he did in fact have to work, and no, he could not persuade Liam to let him off for the day. He dropped the phone off the side of the bed, the soft thump cushioned by several used tissues, and draped his arm over his eyes.

So I drew this last night after half a bottle of prosecco… um if that’s any explanation at all.

Wasn’t it amazing when Viktor changed his final pose for his free skate at the gpf in @kazliin‘s latest chaper to Chris throwing him a huge sign declaring how gay he is for his rival? tbh he might as well have done Yuuri u blind sod did u know its rude to leave while someone is confessing their love for u through interpretive dance???????

I’m gonna post a serious thing later but I’m hungover so it might be a while  

How Dan and Phil will use tumblr in the future | 17.08.17
  • Phil: Something I wanted to talk about, which I'm just going to randomly bring up.
  • Dan: Do it.
  • Phil: I want to change the way I use my tumblr a little bit. Because with tumblr I used to use it for a little reblogging, posting my videos but then like choosing aesthetic pictures of a dog or a cute animal or a lake. I'm kind of done with the whole lake, cute animal vibe of Tumblr right now.
  • Dan: Well, I mean what is tumblr supposed to be? It's just a blog website.
  • Phil: It's just your blog. Yeah, I mean I used -
  • Dan: Then it became this whole like reblog things that reflect your aesthetic slash who you are.
  • Phil: I kind of want to like, showcase more art that you guys do. I like a lot of it but I'd like to start reblogging it. So I'm still going to post my videos on tumblr and stuff but I'm also going to start reblogging lots of art. So, if you've done some art of me or you've done some art of me and Dan, just tag it as AmazingPhil and I'll see it and then I might reblog it. I'm not saying I'll reblog everything I see, I'm just going to reblog a few. I'll like some more as well. But I'll be doing some more of that and trying to boost some of you artists. Because then I feel like I'll use the website more.
  • Someone in chat: That's awesome.
  • Someone else in chat: Cool but I'm not good at art.
  • Phil: That's fine. You can still tweet me and we can have a chat and then you can enjoy them as well and get to look at some other people's art.
  • Dan: I like a lot, so if you go to whatever the hell the url for my tumblr likes is, then you can see all the... stuff.
  • Phil: So you're still cool with your tumblr though, you like reblog...
  • Dan: Yeah, like once a month I curate. It just so much pressure. Like it has to be... like I save drafts for weeks and then go through and just turn it into one lot of queue that's like fifteen posts because it just has to be...
  • Phil: To be perfect.
  • Dan: Exactly what it's supposed to be, which is kind of pointless when my theme is so trash. But where do you even begin? I don't even know to change... Like I, honestly, you know how you go to customise and there'e the html and I'm just like... I don't want to touch this!
  • Phil: You don't want to mess it up.
  • Dan: Like they say don't fix what's broke. My theme is already broke but like, don't broke even more what's already kind of broke, you know what I mean?
  • Phil: Did you just even say a sentence? I don't know but yeah, so if you want to follow me on tumblr to find out what's going on, it's just and you can see me reblogging some stuff.