so stop fighting

2

I like having fun. I do. But maybe you think that the guy who did what he did to your friends wasn’t me, like that was some sort of put-on, like I’m not the guy with the bat… I’m just the guy who makes your kid spaghetti. Oh, shit. Maybe this is on me. Maybe this is all on me. I gotta make it right. I guess I gotta start all over again.

daichi just wants to watch the movie in peace

3

Gongmyung always being supportive of NCT 127 and his small brother

reading meta on ur fave that just completely misses the fundamentals of who the character is but the post has 100k notes

AHHH THANK YOU!!
I’m really happy that you think those two fit my style!! So cool! Thanks! Cause I love those two and I love those two in some rough urban style!

And I love them together, as friends! Iwaizumi is such a good senpai and Kyou respects him! I love their dynamic

I think the best thing about Keith and Lance is that these two hated each other in the beginning of the show

But slowly as it went on, even though they still didn’t agree with everything that they did and they still had some arguments, you can tell that they started to care more about each other 

Look at Keith being concerned for Lance

(I can’t get over this part, he was so impatient for him to come out because he wanted him to heal so badly)

And look at Lance after he found out that the Red lion was attacking the base in the Blade of Marmora episode, he knew Keith was possibly in danger and he looked so concerned for him

(Especially the way he says “Allura?” too)

Lance and Keith’s relationship is slowly progressing as the seasons go on, and I personally think that it will be the most valid in season three now that Shiro’s gone. 

Shiro was always the one that came between them so that they would stop fighting. Now that he’s gone and they’re probably going to have to find him, they’re going to need to work together (not just as teammates but as friends/acquaintances too).

Their relationship was set up to reach this point, rivals at first, but when they both lose something important to them, their bond/connection/team work matters now more than ever. 

We already know that they actually are a pretty decent team when they want to be

(Getting out of that elevator together)

(Going on missions)

And there are so many more moments, but now it goes beyond Voltron and it’s a matter of can they work together as Lance and Keith, and not just as Lance and Keith the paladins. 

That’s going to be the ultimate test, but I personally think they can it’s just a matter of how and when. They’re going to be very important to each other in season three, I can tell. 

6

top ten eleven rwby relationships (as voted by my followers)

6. neopolitan & yang xiao long

“you two go on ahead. this one’s mine.”

The hilarious, big-hearted, observant, down to earth, and adorable duo!

MatPat: *takes a deep breath*

MatPat: i lo-

Jason: yes, you love Stephanie, we know, you love Stephanie so much, she’s the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love Stephanie we KNOW, you love Stephanie you fucking love Stephanie okay we know, we get it, YOU LOVE STEPHANIE FUCKING PATRICK. WE GET IT.

okay but i want a fic where the enterprise is like on the outskirts of federation space and they pick up survivors of a half-wrecked cardassian freighter and one of the refugees is sybok who totally knew the attack was coming and low key orchestrated it but thats another story because when he gets beamed aboard he and spock have a reunion and it’s very logical and all but kirk is like holy shit spock you have a brother??? why did i not know?? and spock is like you never asked and sybok takes one look at the two of them interacting and realizes how bad his baby brother has it for his captain and says wow spock way to introduce me to your t’hy’la and spock BUGS OUT and gets all flustered and kirk has never seen him act like that before and is like wait what does that mean and spock won’t tell him and practically runs away and sybok is too busy laughing and getting debriefed, and then for the rest of the mission spock won’t look at kirk and he starts to wonder what that word actually means so he keeps trying to work it out of sybok or uhura but they won’t tell him and spock avoids him like the plague, and kirk starts to get dejected because maybe he’s done something wrong, somehow offended spock or something, and sybok realizes that the human is stupid in love too, and bribes scotty to lock them in the turbolift or a supply closet or something because they’re both just idiots and they need to make out and of course scotty does it because its been painfully obvious to everyone on the ship for months that the captain and first officer are SO IN LOVE, LIKE GO FUCK ALREADY JESUS 

and then they do. in the turbolift. 

i think one of the reasons that i like cal so much is that he has ambitions and goals and dreams outside of mare

I drew a crop top yuuri because I’m trash and I couldn’t help myself
And also I was told to tag @zephyrine-gale by my good frien hazel (who i have to thank for helping me to fix this) so uhh,,, yea,,
Enjoy my trash @ anyone who actually sees this

and another boxer!lexa~

what i LOVE about that fight scene is flint’s strategy against billy

like although billy has youth and physical size on his side, flint has had real naval training
yet you see both cunning and pure brutality in his movement- forcing billy into close quarters so he can take him off balance and legit body checking him to the ground to keep him defensive because he knows billy could win with stamina if the fight lasted 
so he’s quick on his feet and so aggressive, you can see it in his face as the way he lashes out he’s fuckin deADLY! and you can perfectly see his personality in his fighting- that darkness behind the intellectual, his fighting smart AND animalistic and i have to stop now !!!!!!! 

anonymous asked:

Do you think on the ride home Dean took off his flannel and made Cas put it on to replace his bloody shirt?

“I really am alright, Dean. You don’t need to sit back here with me.”

Dean ignores Castiel’s reassurances, just like he has been ignoring them for the last fifteen minutes.

Dean?

“Cork it, Cas! Mom’s drivin’, Sam’s shotgun, and I’m back here with you, makin’ sure you’re really holdin’ it together. That’s just the way it’s gonna be so stop tryin’ to fight me on it!”

Both Mary and Sam give each other wide-eyed looks, but stay quiet—knowing that Dean is still processing everything that had happened back in the barn. He’s still drowning in the feeling of being out of control, and it’s driving him absolutely nuts.

“Here, Ma” Dean grunts, shoving the Impala’s keys at the woman and then turning back to tend to his angel.

She swiftly nods and takes the keys before ushering her other son around the far side of the car—and then, all at once, they climb in to join Castiel, who has already been carefully placed in the backseat by Dean’s steady hands.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Dean asks—slightly calmer now but his voice still has a rattle to it.

“No, Dean. I’m feeling fine—just like I said before.”

“Well, you don’t look fine. You’re kinda pale. Sam, doesn’t he look pale to you?”

Sam turns around and gives Cas a sympathetic look before shrugging silently at his older brother, knowing that his opinion doesn’t really matter right now anyway.

“Yeah, see—Sam thinks so. You should lean back a bit.”

“These seats don’t recline, Dean.”

Dean frowns at him. “Then scoot down a little! Jesus, Cas … I’m just tryin’ to make sure you’re okay!”

“I am okay … I have already told you—”

“Scoot down, Castiel!” Mary grits  firmly from the front of the car—glaring at him through the rearview mirror, eyes flicking back and forth between the angel and her eldest son.

He wants to protest again, but then Castiel nods, finally understanding that the only one not fine right now, is Dean, and doing what he asks—no matter how pointless it is, will make him feel a little better … a little more useful. Cas scoots down in his seat.

Dean smiles, happy that his friend is finally listening to him. “Alright then … better?”

Castiel stops himself from rolling his eyes. “Yes … better.”

The proud smirk that immediately graces Dean’s face seems to trim away the tension in the car—until the moment that the folds of Cas’s coat fall away, exposing the dirty, blood-stained white button up beneath. “Oh … shit, man! That looks bad!” the man yelps as soon as he sees it.

Castiel squints and cocks his head to the side, finally following Dean’s eyes down to where the usually clean looking garment, is now a tattered mess strewn about his body. “Oh. Yes, well … I can just—” Cas begins, already lifting his hand to will the mess away, but he stops mid motion—cutting the magic short because the man beside him is starting to fidget in his seat. “Dean? What are you …”

Dean teeters back and forth, wriggling from side to side in the confined space until he finally manages to free one of his arms from the black coat and plaid overshirt that he’s wearing.

“Hold on … almost …” Dean soon rocks all the way over until his head is practically in Cas’s lap—but he doesn’t seem to notice because he’s too focused on freeing his other hand. “There!” he yelps victoriously, finally holding up the plaid shirt for everyone in the car to see.

Sam nods and Mary holds back a chuckle, and Cas just continues to stare at the man—confused and slightly annoyed by everything that he’s doing.

“Okay, Cas. Your turn” Dean says after another moment, eventually turning happy eyes back on the angel.

“My turn?” Cas asks, feeling suddenly nervous about what he’s expected to do.

“Yep” Dean chirps, looking Castiel up and down with a long pull. “Strip and put this on.” He holds the flannel out towards him, but he doesn’t hand it to the angel just yet, as if he’s planning on dressing him himself … and at this point, Cas wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what Dean had in mind.

“Dean …” Castiel grumbles again, now—rolling his eyes for all to see. “You realize that I can fix this, don’t you?”

Dean only grips the shirt tighter in his hand.

“I am an angel … I have the power to—”

“Just put on the damn shirt!” All three Winchesters bark in unison.

And that makes the angel finally throw up his hands in defeat. “Alright!” he exclaims, quickly sitting straight and leaning forward so that he can work his body free from his coat. But before he can completely shimmy it off, Dean’s hands are on him, fiddling with the buttons of Cas’s dirty white shirt. “Um … what are you doing?”

Helping” Dean snaps, but his cheeks are turning red and his hands are starting to shake against the angel’s chest.

Cas stares at him a moment, and then up to the front of the car where Sam and Mary are vehemently avoiding eye contact with anything but the road. So he turns back, just as Dean undoes the final button and pushes the cloth aside, displaying every inch of Castiel’s unmarred skin.

The man then stills for some time—never looking away and holding his breath until the second Castiel is finally able to speak.

You see, Dean … I’m all healed.”

Dean quirks up the side of his mouth, but his face quickly falls flat again, while his eyes bounce away and back several times, seeming torn as to where to look now.

After that, it only takes another minute for Cas to slip out of the ruddy, old shirt and into Dean’s flannel—and for the first time since they left the barn, Dean doesn’t interfere, nor do Mary and Sam act like anything is happening just behind their heads. In fact, the frenzied tone of their drive has seemed to mellow, and even Dean appears to have settled down; although, his hands still twitch with the need for something to do … which doesn’t go unnoticed by the angel at his side.

Castiel sighs, flicking his eyes down towards the soft plaid that’s now draped over his own shoulders—the fabric is warm and smells like Dean; so just as he begins to fasten the last two buttons, he purposely skips one—so the thing is now bunching up across his stomach. “There” he confirms, drawing Dean’s focus back to the task at hand, and of course—Dean notices the mistake instantly.

“Ah—jeez, Cas … you’re helpless, ya know that?” Dean mutters with a smile, reaching over eagerly to straighten out the buttons and get them all in the right order.

But Castiel just smiles too, taking the moment to take in the worried Winchester—his charge, his family … a man that he loves—and he nods. “You’re right. What would I do without you?”

happy birthday my swee t…. 

inspired by @taqibun​‘s rlly cute jade pic!

(also if this drawing is inappropriate or inaccurate in anyway, please tell me!! i’m more than happy to change it! ( ᐛ )!!!)