somebody should make this into a gif

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Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark. (insp.)

hey, you two should kiss [21/??]

I’ve never seen an Error x Ink GIF, so here you go! This is the first GIF I’ve ever made, and some frames are downheart crappy xD And if I had known that the files are way smaller than I thought, I would have made the resolution higher. Well. Next time.

If somebody would have asked me a year ago “Hey Anthea, will you do a GIF of two kissing skeletons” I would have answered “Lol no why should I do that” 

@ask-glitch-and-squid If you see this - PLEASE MAKE THIS KISS CANON FOR YOUR BLOG IT WOULD LOOK SO CUTE IN YOUR ART STYLE I BEG YOU

oh Ink belongs to @comyet and Error to @loverofpiggies

COSMIC BOY // IV // MASTERLIST


Summary: After switching middle schools, young Ben Solo lands his eyes on who he never expects to be the love of his life. After a four year separation of having to move away with his father, you and Ben are reunited your senior year of high school, only to have an emotional ride that intervenes with the true feelings you two feel for one another–but there’s one major problem, you’re already with somebody else.

A/N: Honestly, not sure if I should just keep the gif header bc I haven’t gotten around to making the damn graphic…anyways…here’s the new chapter of cb! So glad you guys are really loving it and how some of you are legit ftfo. It’s gonna be okay. Enjoy!

Warning: Really cheesy angst? Ben sees panties and is a perv

Word Count: 4.5K+


“So mind telling me as to why you never thought to mention, oh…I don’t know? That your brother was moving back?!” You nearly shouted at Rey as the two of you sat in between two book shelves, in the middle of doing homework although a certain someone couldn’t help but think about Ben.

The entire time during gym, your eyes were glued on Ben; although he didn’t have the proper attire, he still participated and decided to play basketball with Poe and Finn. Each and every time Ben would shoot, you found yourself drooling at the sight of his v-line whenever his shirt would lift up. It was safe to say that gym class was spent doing nothing but gawking.

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Okay so I watched Tangled today and, after making a cup of tea and spilling the water on the side, this idea came to me. I’m still working on requests but I wanted to slip this one in whilst the idea was still in my head. I could very easily make a part two of this but I’ll stick to working through the requests (although if one of you wanted to casually request a part two to this, I totally wouldn’t mind. Like at all.) Enjoy, my darlings!

“Frying Pans! Who knew, right?”

“What do you mean you’ve never had a curry?” Clint placed his hand on his chest, feigning offense.
“Well, I was a little busy.” Pietro chuckled folding his arms. The agent, who had quickly become like a father to the Maximoff twins, shook his head disapprovingly.
“Tut tut Pietro, I am disappointed.” Barton muttered. The silver-haired speedster shrugged, apparently not bothered about the treat he was seemingly missing. When Clint clicked his fingers, Pietro looked up.

“How about you and Wanda come over Friday night? My treat. I’ll show you what real food tastes like.” With a proud smile, Clint began to leave the room so that Pietro couldn’t protest. “I’ve got a small place in the city down on 6th Avenue, Tony’ll give you the address. Call in about 5-ish.” He said, continuing to edge further and further out of the room. Rolling his eyes, Pietro made a mental note to invite Wanda to the recently concocted dinner party and prayed that she would accept.

Despite Wanda having agreed to come, Pietro still found himself knocking on Clint’s front door alone. His sister had apologised and said that “training” would prevent her from leaving the tower until at least 6 o’clock – but Pietro knew that by “training”, she had really meant spending time with Vision who she’d become more familiar with as of late. Trying to pry his mind away from the images forming in his mind, Pietro rapped his knuckles against the door a couple more times. Nothing.

Leaning his ear against the door, he could hear music being played from somewhere inside, albeit too loudly. He came to the conclusion that he couldn’t be heard even if Clint was home. He turned the door handle and, to his delight, it swung open and Pietro walked inside. He stopped abruptly to wipe his feet. He was cocky, not rude. Pietro then removed his shoes and padded softly through the corridor, navigating Clint’s surprisingly large apartment in search of the resident.

The person in the kitchen, however, was not Clint.

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“But I guess it has always been that way. Wanting to be loved, to find somebody that makes your heart ache in a good way, feel understood. So, if you’re robots, or aliens, or something and you’re watching this right now and that feeling no longer exists; well, you missed it and I feel sorry for you. ‘Cuz as far as I can tell, that’s what it’s all about. And that’s what I know it should be about”

Audrey Hepburn Takes Movie Fame Gracefully by Harold Heffernan
excerpted from The Pittsburgh Press ( November 1, 1953 )

“Meet,” says Billy Wilder, “the female Mickey Mantle. She does not know how good she is. Hasn’t the slightest idea. Or, if she has, she never drops a hint about it. I don’t know whether she’s kidding us or not.” Audrey looks up and flashes a big smile. She tilts her head a little as though wondering what Wilder is talking about and why he should be dishing out such praise. She merely accepts it—skeptically but gratefully. “They don’t fool me at all.” Audrey said. “I’m not a star yet, not really. A star is somebody like Jean Simmons. She’s not only good in her first picture, but she has been good in every one of the 20 she has made since. It takes a very good picture to make someone stand out. I know that ‘Roman Holiday’ was a great movie because it had a wonderful story that appealed to all classes. I wouldn’t be silly enough to say that anyone could have played my part, but I feel that quite a few others could have done so. I got a big break, that’s all. If I make good in 'Sabrina’, I will certainly feel a lot more assured of this ultimate success.”