something there is that does not love a wall

Prince Aladdin

i just rewatched aladdin with the roommates and it got me thinking

aladdin wishes to be made a prince, but all genie does is get him a lot of stuff and money. that’s not what a prince is. a prince is the son of the king, someone in line for the throne. someone with a lot of money is just - rich. so what i think is:

genie goes okay, that’s a big one - and i can do it! but not on my own, not if you want to do it right. not if you truly want a chance to marry your princess for real, as a prince. and aladdin is a foolish, moral, kind boy - and he agrees. he’s fallen in love with jasmine, an innocent all encompassing love, and he’ll do anything for this sweet, clever girl he only knew for a few hours. so genie takes him across the desert, far from agrabah, and plops right in the middle of a skirmish and is like okay, good luck! and aladdin is like ?????

but there’s assholes with swords attacking a young girl, and aladdin doesn’t even have to think about that, just like when he stood in front of the whip for those little kids. there are three men against him, but he’s fast and clever and has been against a dozen trained palace guards. so it’s not easy to get out of there alive, especially with the little girl to protect, but he manages it with only a thin slice on his upper arm, and he’s endured worse for less. so he picks up the little girl and says “i think we should get out of here, hmm?” and she’s in a pretty red silk getup with tiny jewels encrusted on her like stars against sunset. and she nods and throws her arms around his neck. she won’t talk, only points in the direction of home, but aladdin’s okay with that, he’s used to quiet, scared kids. so he keeps up a steady stream of stories of agrabah, which seems almost like this other desert land. but there are more men with swords and aladdin is like what the fuck is going on, but he hides the girl in a corner and fights them too. and that’s how it goes all the way home. there’s no one on the streets really, and they all scatter when the men attack, and they keep on attacking, he fights his way all the way through the city with the girl on his hip or hidden away.

and he should have known, of course, but he was tired and bruised and bleeding by the time he realized the little girl is silently guiding him to the palace and he’s like why can’t you princesses stay inside??? but he walks up and the guards get one look at the child in his arms and whisk him through and multiple people try to take the girl away but she won’t budge from him, a stubborn pout to her lips as her hands remained locked behind his neck. and he’s finally tossed into a throne room where a tall old man is sitting in agony and two young men pace in front of him, each at least a decade older than aladdin. “they’ve taken our sister!” one of the younger men hiss, “i don’t care about their power or their connections, they’ve taken esfir, and we must go get her!”

“uh,” he clears his throat, “hi?”

and all three men whirl on him and the old man stumble-runs to him. esfir finally lets go of aladdin to picked up and twirled around by her father. the two men are rahim and shapur and they look in wonder at this dirty boy of fifteen who’s returned the girl to them, and he speaks with an accent and clearly is not from here and they get the story from him - he’s traveled across the desert because those in his own country want him dead. “you know,” rahim says as the king clutches at esfir in desperate relief, “you could have held her for ransom. you almost died saving her, and we would have paid handsomely to have her returned safely.”

and aladdin gives him a flat disapproving look, appearing in this moment four times his age, and says “people are not objects or bargaining chips. especially not lost little girls.” and rahim and shapur share an impressed conspiring look and they each grab one of his arms and lead him away. “hey! what are you -”

“do be quiet little brother,” shapur says cheerfully, “we really have to get you out of your rags.”

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I’d like to take a moment to talk about Bill Skarsgård’s performance as Pennywise, and particularly the drain scene, as it’s the only one I can repeatedly watch a portion of in good quality to analyze his physicality in the role.

Because so much of his performance is made by his movements, even in the aforementioned scene where he’s just a talking head:

Cover up the eye on your right, and Pennywise is looking up out of the storm drain at Georgie.  Cover the eye on your left, and where’s it looking?  Right at you.

Pennywise’s eyes move independently like this throughout the movie, and it’s not a CGI effect. Skarsgård has a lazy eye and while he can focus it, he’s also able to relax the muscle and put it back out of alignment.  And while having strabismus obviously isn’t a choice on Skarsgård’s part, he uses it brilliantly in this movie when he could have just not utilized it at all.  You’d think having a wandering eye would make him seem less threatening (usually when you see lazy eyes on film, they’re on comedic actors such as Marty Feldman or Steve Buscemi).  But he positions himself with the camera so perfectly, making his character seem like a threat who can see through the protection of the fourth wall.  Even if you don’t consciously notice that it’s looking at you, it’s these little details Skarsgård adds that make Pennywise seem just wrong.

(His contorted bottom lip is another of these traits.  That’s not a prosthetic like his cheeks are, it’s just something he does). 

Because that’s the thing about Pennywise: It’s not an evil clown.  It’s not human.  It is alien and unfathomable and everything Skarsgård does with his performance reminds you of that.  Tim Curry’s Pennywise (whom I love and this is not a knock on his take) was an evil clown who was also an otherworldly abomination. Skarsgård’s Pennywise is an extraterrestrial horror who is wearing a clown’s skin, and it doesn’t quite fit.

Just look at the sewer scene: You’re seeing an animal that just came out of hibernation and is so hungry for a meal that it can barely keep itself from revealing the ruse to its prey.  It wants Georgie to trust it, like it, and approach it, and its voice is gentle (for it), and it’s funny and inviting.  But it’s also drooling all over as if it doesn’t understand or doesn’t care how a human mouth works, and it doesn’t know or care how people focus their eyes either.  It’s struggling to hold itself together and it’s very close to breaking: it growls at Georgie in the middle of the scene, and surely it’s learned in the last few centuries that humans don’t growl mid-conversation?

You could argue that it’s not failing to act human, it just needs Georgie to be scared to eat him.  Fair enough, but Pennywise doesn’t reveal its true self until it’s already holding onto its meal in the book.  And in the movie, it’s clearly anxious when it thinks it might have scared its prey away:

(The nerves don’t come out as well in the photo, but if you watch the shortened clip here, around 43 seconds in, it swallows hard and is obviously worried Georgie might leave: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1jwlbgSHZgk)

It’s unnerving.  It makes you shudder even when it makes you laugh.  And Skarsgård puts that much uneasiness into a scene showing just his head, shoulders, and occasionally his hand.  In the scenes utilizing his whole body, it gets even more eerie.

It’s a fantastic performance.  And even more so because some of these things were not entirely under  Skarsgård’s control: He couldn’t choose to have strabismus and the drooling was caused by his prosthetic teeth.  But rather than trying to hide anything, he embraced it, and managed to make things as human as saliva and wandering eyes seem utterly monstrous.

I really hope the sequel gives Pennywise more dialogue and still scenes, because it’s a thousand times more disturbing there than it is when it’s darting at the camera.

anonymous asked:

top 5 epic hinata moments???

Is there a thing Hinata does that’s not epic? Quite frankly the answer is no. There are so many moments and I’m sure I’m gonna end up leaving out so many of them, but these are my favorites:

1. “I’m Hinata Shōyō, and I sprouted from the concrete. I’m going to beat you and go to the nationals”. My son literally takes no shit, especially from Ushijima Wakatoshi. I clapped SO HARD. (plus Kageyama reaction here is everything)

Originally posted by laloarreola9

2. The match point against Aoba Johsai. Simply the most iconic point ever scored, I think not even the last point against Shiratorizawa has been that intense. Not to mention Hinata’s face right after, he wasn’t even incredulous, he was just…proud. :’)

Originally posted by nagisa-as

3. The feint. The epicness of this moment is painted on everyone’s face, even on Bokuto who was actually the one who taught him that move. I just ADORE it with my whole self. 

4. Spiderman Hinata. Who…actually…does….something like this??? and acts like nothing happened??? like he didn’t just jump off a wall like that??? WHAT THE HELL HINATA

Originally posted by lets-haikyuu

5. When he intentionally spiked at Oikawa. The fact that he didn’t even looked at the ball once while doing it its probably even more epic than the spike itself and than the fact that he purposefully smashed the ball right beside him…literally the fist time he met him. That definitely set up the mood…

Originally posted by terorou

I just…love my little birb, he’s so good (ಥ﹏ಥ)

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  • grunts A and B ask you if you remember them, and if you say no they shrug and switch places to see if that helps, even though they look exactly the same
  • the one that tries to steal berries from an old man, gets called out, and tells him not to say that because his “self-esteem is already low”
  • the grunt squatting on a route that says he is in pain because squats are hard
  • grunts stealing the bus sign
  • the one female grunt who really loves carnvine but doesn’t have one on her team yet (someone get her a carnvine)
  • the rapping duo manning the po town pokecenter that are broke and probably spent too much time practicing that rap 
  • the guy passed out (drunk?) in said pokecenter next to a spinda
  • two miscommunicating male grunts: one is trying to send a signal about being invaded, the other, “does he think I’m hot or something?”
  • whichever grunt has that cute room decorated with plushies
  • the grunt sleeping across two beds
  • two fourth-wall-breaking female grunts arguing about their tank tops
  • the one that gets really confused when you sit on guzma’s chair
  • “wanna see me get hit with hyperbeam?” grunt who will do anything for money
  • the grunt that knows he will loose, so he just leaves without fighting you
How do I tell him?
How do I tell him that falling in love with him has made me the most fragile I’ve ever been?
Should I say his past haunts me and that he can break me with just a word?
How do I tell him that the past girls he’s fallen in love with look nothing like me and its terrifying?
How do I tell him that I’m insecure? That it takes everything within me to let things go, and that I’m trying to not scare him away?
How can I stop comparing myself to the way he treated the others? Do I admit that I need the validation?
Do I admit that his list of female friends intimidates me and that I need reminders hes happy with his choice? That He didn’t settle?
How can I protect my heart ?
How do I ensure that This. Is. Real.
That being fragile is okay, for it means I trust his rough hands enough not to break me.
That his past has shaped his heart into the only one I want to listen to beat in bed.
That though ive seen the power behind his words, with me theyve only whispered sweet poems.
And perhaps he hasnt experienced morning curls such as mine I know he’ll find a way to love their shape.
That it’s good that I’m different, cause though I may not have long blonde hair like the girl of his dreams, or a perfect body like the girl that broke his heart. And though I may not be as sexy as the girls he follows on social media he’s found something in me that made him stay.
That he can’t possibly know that I’m insecure and broken if I don’t speak up and there’s no shame in wanting to be shown off. That I must find comfort in knowing that he’s trying.
And above all It’s completely okay to want to protect my heart but it’s not okay to build walls.
This is REAL love
That real love IS vulnerability, it’s knowing that love is a choice. He chose me and has continued to choose me. What makes this love real is that I have no safety nets that a risk does exist.
So.
How do I tell him?
How do I tell him that I’ve always liked the nights sky but fell in love with it when we first kissed.
That just as it’s impossible to know the birth place of the stars how unlikely it is we were brought together by chance?
How do I tell him that I thank those stars every night they were there at that party.
That I’m grateful he was so persistent.
How do I tell him I’ve never been this uncertain yet so sure of something in my life. That I love him.
How do I show him I love him?
—  amb-v 
Harry Potter House Aesthetics

for @skumar402

Slytherin: Laying in bed at two a.m. thinking about what you did wrong that day. And being proud of what you did right, because you deserve it. Slytherin means remembering that one moment at the top of the hill when you were on the top of the world and above all those who don’t understand. It means sarcasm and sharp retorts and hiding the vulnerability beneath that layer of self-defence. Slytherin is loving deeply but always doubting you deserve it because maybe, just maybe, you’re not good enough despite all the work you’ve done.

Gryffindor: Regretting the fight they had earlier that day with a friend and the harsh words that jumped off their lips without thinking much about them. But also being proud of addressing the issue and not keeping quiet, because something was wrong and they want to fight for it. Gryffindor means being protective over people they love and a fierce heart; a heart encased in walls they keep up because there are things to be scared of as well.

Hufflepuff: Always remembering to thank people for the tiny little things they’ve done and to say “please” and “you’re welcome” and to smile. To friends because they want to reassure them of their value. At strangers too because it may make their day. Trying to always think the best of people, but it’s hard sometimes because once, they were too naïve and mistreating does hurt, but they are trying.

Ravenclaw: Having the torturing “what if” somewhere at the back of your mind, always. Imagining what could’ve been if only. Trying to get the thoughts out of their heads and onto paper, losing yourself in it with passion but also that hint of despair because the demons are there and they are inside of their minds, wishing to escape them completely one day.

  • me watching sorceror's stone: um no in the book Ron doesn't thrash around like an idiot it's Hermione that's panicking and he actually reminds Hermione that she's a witch and there's a spell to solve the problem
  • me watching prisoner of Azkaban: um no in the book when Snape insults Hermione ron didn't insult her further he defended her and got himself detention
  • me watching prisoner of azkaban: um no in the book it's not hermione that defends harry from Sirius it's Ron and he does it while standing up on his mangled leg
  • me watching deathly hallows pt1: um no in the book when Hermione was being tortured Ron didn't just state the obvious and say they had to do something; he was banging on the walls and shouting his lungs off because the girl he LOVED was in trouble and he was worried out of his fricking mind
  • mom/dad/cousins/classmates/friends/dog while watching hp movies: EW what's up with ron he doesn't deserve Hermione
  • me: *sighs*
For anyone who ever falls in love with her or is lucky enough to get into a relationship with her. But hopefully she’s mine till the day I die. But take some of these things on board. - From someone who is in love with her and has been for 3 years. And always will be.
She loves FaceTime calls, especially video calls she’ll probably like seeing you because I definitely like seeing her. And hearing her voice. Her voice is special, and perfect to me because it’s hers. I could listen to her talking all day. Even if she’s complaining. She absolutely hates slow replies and being ignored, so reply to her as quickly as you can. And if you go out or you’re busy, make sure you tell her. Don’t allow her to overthink, and worry about you. It’s bad for her. Listen to her. Especially when she talks about something that makes her happy or inspires her. Listen. Even if she talks for hours , listen. Have deep conversations with her, about anything. She loves that. Talk to her for hours until 4am and you’re both tired , but happy so it doesn’t matter. Talk about weird things , like I do. Reincarnating into a tiger and a dolphin, so when we both die we can be happy together. Yes that’s weird but it’s us, and I love that. I’m sure she does too. Make her feel wanted, she absolutely hates feeling unwanted. I can assure you she’s wanted. More than anything by me. Send her cute messages and paragraphs , anything to make her smile, it’s difficult to make that girl smile. So it’s extremely precious to me when I see her smile. Be patient with her, it takes time to understand her. Wait. Wait a long time, as long as you need to wait until she’s comfortable to tell you something, for example if she’s in a bad mood. Don’t pressure her to tell you, don’t assume things. Yes I do that because I’m insecure and I overthink. But don’t make assumptions. Wait until she’s ready, but reassure her, so she knows you care. Please be patient and she’ll open up to you, if she trusts you. And it’s very hard to gain her trust. Appreciate her. Everything about her, how beautiful she is from head to toe. Her soul, her heart , her mind. I mean everything. This girl is special. Real fucking special. When she’s insecure and gets jealous of other girls , remind her she’s the best. To me she’s the best anyway. I wouldn’t want anybody but her. Admire every single thing about her. Emphasis on admire. She’s perfect. My perfect dolphin, I’d call her. That’d make her smile. All our little weird conversations mean a lot to me, and all our memories. I love her smile though, she hates it. But out of all the thousands of smiles I’ve seen hers is the best. I honestly can’t put into words how beautiful she looks when she smiles. The way her eyes glisten, sparkling omg. She hates her eyes too, because they’re “ boring brown” but to me they’re far from boring. They’re the type of eyes I could look into all day long and not for a second be bored. Even sitting in silence with her is perfect. The vibes off her are the besttttt. It’s unexplainable tbh. Don’t use her, never do that, she’s been hurt way too many times before and doesn’t deserve any more pain. Her happiness means the world to me. And if she ever becomes yours, do your best to keep her happy. This girl is different from the rest, NO ONE is like her. I swear you’ll never come across someone as perfect, precious, beautiful, amazing, out of this world etc. (I could go on) like her. Sometimes I have to ask myself if I’m dreaming, because the amount of love she shoes and all she does for me is unbelievable. And if you can ever call her yours , you’ll be very blessed to have her. This girl has her guard up too, a huge wall you have to break down bit by bit, for a very long time. Until you know her. I don’t know her to the full extent but I know her better than anybody else. And I lover her more than anybody else has or ever will.
She loves being called babygirl, princess or wifey. Or in our special kinda way she’s my dolphin. Something like that will make her smile. Don’t call her “B” or “baby” or “ babe” she thinks it’s cringe, or “ year 7 relationships” she’d say. And don’t put like 100 heart emojis or weird emojis when you text her, just be normal. When she’s happy she’ll put a lot of emojis. Pay attention to them. They represent her mood. It’s pretty important to me.
She’s passionate about reading and she’s soooo fucking good at writing. Anything. Literally. She’s the most intelligent, smart , brainy ( whatever you wanna call it ) girl I’ve met. No exaggeration at all. She absolutely loves getting new stationary, fine liners , coloured felts, glue, sticky notes, sexy note pads. You name it. And if she loves you she’ll spend hours and hours creating things for you. She’ll write you books if she’s 100% in love with you ( I’m lucky asf to get that ) even make a canvas of photos together. She will do a HELL of a lot. So appreciate that. If she’s ever yours. I appreciate her and I’m so thankful for every single thing she does.
She loves bright colourful sunsets ( purples and pinks , blues ) she likes it when they start to go dark though right at the end of them. She would spend ages taking photos of the sky , until it’s “ right ”. Sunsets are another thing that make her happy. Her happiness is key, remember that. And I hope In the future, me and her can sit and watch sunsets together. But if she becomes yours, please sit and admire the sky with her. Do anything you can to make her happy. She deserves happiness. And more. She loves romantic movies, tbh they’re her favourite, and horror movies. Lying in bed and watching a movie she’ll like, will make her happy. Some days she will push you away, and she’ll get angry at you for little things, but you need to understand that, that’s her. But try and stay, reassure her. Tell her how much she means to you, she loves when I do that. She will just stay in bed some days , not move at all, cry and hate herself. Those are the difficult days, don’t leave on those days. Do whatever you can to make sure she’s okay. Remind her that everything will be okay , the bad thoughts will go away. They don’t last forever. Better things will come.
She gets jealous too, very easily , if she loves you. Focus on her and nobody else, don’t ever take her for granted. Ever. And she doesn’t like going out, in crowded places , so don’t pressure her to go out. Whenever she’s ready you’ll know. She’ll prefer being indoors as long as she’s in the presence of someone she loves. That’d make her day, she’d say to me. There are a thousand of other things I could say, but hopefully this gives a decent idea. If you’re ever lucky enough to call her yours , protect her, love her, appreciate her etc. Take all of this into consideration. There’s much more but this is what comes to mind right now. But hopefully nobody else will ever have her and she’ll be mine until forever ends. If one of us die. But I will always love her no matter what. Regardless of anything, literally anything. I promise that.
—  for my wife.
Imagine Jeff being scared to take your virginity

Originally posted by knightlley

WARNINGS: Fluff, light smut

Jeff Atkins x reader

A/N (I can take any request from anything you guys want, message me, lmk!)


“Hey babe!”

Jeff kisses me as I opened the door for him to my house. My parents are out of town and I promised him l’ll help him study for his midterm. Not that my parents would care, they practically love him since we’ve been dating.

“Hey hot stuff, you can just through your stuff in my room while I get us something to eat”

As he jogs upstairs I quickly fix my hair and adjust my pajama shorts. I usually don’t care how I look around my boyfriend, but we’ve been dating for 5 months now and hasn’t even mentioned the thought of having sex with me. I pick up some chips and go upstairs where he is already laying out his textbooks.

“So we can start with World War 1 then go from there” he says as he’s looking at his book.

“Yeah sure, we can probably get through a few wars tonight.”

I jump on the bed and lay close to him. He looks up at me and smiles.

“You seem like your in a good mood, what’s up?”

“I can’t be happy to see my boyfriend?”

“You see me everyday baby”

“So you aren’t happy to see me” I fake pout.

“Shut up babe, you know I am.” He says as he pecks my lips.

“Yeah yeah” I smile. “let’s start with studying before we get tired”


“So that is what started the war?”

“Yes, but don’t forget how long the world ended”

“Yeah it lasted for 4 years.”

“Good, I’m actually a pretty good teacher”

“Your alright”

“Shut up” I laugh as I lightly punch him in the arm.

He laughs as he looks down at me. He glances down at my lips then quickly averts back to my eyes. I do the same, but make it known I’m looking at his beautiful lips. 

“Okay” he coughs. “at this rate we can g-”

I cut Jeff off by grabbing his face and smashing my lips on his. He seemed surprised at first then slowly closed his eyes. I slowly moved my hands around his neck as he put his on my leg and waist. As he deepened the kiss, he swung one of my legs on the other side of him so that I was now cradling him. As the kiss got more intense, I felt him moan against my lips. I needed air so I took that chance to take my shirt and bra off. His eyes were intensely locked on my chest and I couldn’t help but flush.

“You’re so beautiful y/n”

With that Jeff swung us over and pulled off his shirt. He went to my neck and chest and started planting soft kisses. As I slid my hands up and down his bare back, he started sucking harshly on my sweet spot. His hands started roaming my bare chest as he lightly squeezed. 

“Jeeeff” I moaned.

He looked down at me biting his lip as I started tugging his pants down. He threw them off and went back to kissing me. He kissed me so slow and passionately and I loved it. I started to kiss his neck and lightly grabbed him through his underwear feeling how extremely hard he was. he groaned at my touch and that made me crazy. I just wanted him already. I needed him.

“Jeff” I asked in between our kisses as he went back to my neck.

“Yes princess”

“Do you have a…you know….a-a” I slightly moaned.

“A…a condom?” 

“Yes” I said kind of embarrassed. 

He then stopped and slowly got off of me. Confused I sat up and pulled the sheets up to cover myself. 

“Did I say something wrong?” 

His back was faced towards me as he slouched over the edge of my bed.

“No, I’m sorry I just can’t do this right now” 

I’d be lying if I say that didn’t kind of hurt coming from him. I mean I thought it but I didn’t think he’d say it.

“You don’t want to have sex with me” my voice cracking as I put back on my shirt.

He snaps his head around and climbs back on the bed grabbing my hand.

“No no, god no, that’s not even close trust me.”

“Then why? I don’t understand” I look down.

He grabs my face and sighs.

“I’m scared okay”

“Scared?” I say kind of amused.

“Yes, don’t laugh, I’m the scared one. I’m scared to take something so precious from you. Scared to let you down after and I’m scared that you’ll regret it.”

He lets go of my face and focuses his gaze to the wall to hide his embarrassment. It’s now my turn to grab his face.

“Jeffrey, you don’t get it do you? you’re the precious one to me. I want you to be the one to take it because I love you”

He looks up at me and cheeses.

“I love you more princess.”

“So what does this mean now?”

“Well right now, nothing cause I have to go the bathroom to handle a little mess in my pants cause of you”

I try to hold in my laugh as he runs to the bathroom in my room 

“Sorry babe!”

the sun signs as i know them…

aries - new shoes, cheeky smiles, long walks with music in your ears, fresh haircuts, bright eyes, honesty in the face of adversity, stay-in dates watching movies in bed, buying snacks for your friends

taurus - golden roses, checkered shirts, calm auras with hidden depth, a softness tinged with the coarseness of experience, loud laughter, not meeting with friends for ages but slipping into things easily when you do, self love culture

gemini - mischievous eyes, blood-spattered guitars, strong wind blowing through your hair, losing yourself in music, peace near the crashing sea, radiating deep love and care, secondhand clothes, growling rabbits

cancer - fierce loyalty, protective walls, walks on the beach on a cloudy day, laughing in the face of danger, pillars of strength, toothy grins, shelves and shelves of books from childhood, kid’s toys gathering dust

leo - dancing on an empty stage, laughing ‘til you cry, the scent of home, shouting from rooftops, retail therapy, collections, drinking on weekdays with friends, big dreams, craving hugs

virgo - either looking intimidating or like you know something no one else does, homemade costumes, calculating, clinging to safety, muted expressions, close siblings, thinking you’re always right, secret sensitivity

libra - flirting, expensive clothes, out-dated memes and humour, caring about your appearance, comfortable hoodies, social chameleons, wavy hair, candid photos, dancing in the dark

scorpio - shadows in a nightclub, wild hair, sparkling eyes, reputations, an eclectic friend group, discounts on expensive things, seemingly meaningless tattoos, loving yourself

sagittarius - watching the thunder turn into sunrise, bright red shoes, staying up all night with friends, empty bottles of vodka, ice in winter, watching cartoons and anime at 3am, loud music

capricorn - quiet and serious auras, guilty pleasures, buzzcuts, escaping realities, supporting parties, having to be right, thinking you’re bigger than you are, kind eyes

aquarius - lonely souls, fiery relationships, disliking hugs, hidden popularity, huge rucksacks and flip-flops, outdated fandom merch, striking hair, caring too much about what people think, cleverness

pisces - slightly too-long hugs, tentatively liking the occult, ride or die, clingy drunks, doe eyes, conspiracy theories, soft quiet, bright smiles, dreamy expressions, childishness

anonymous asked:

I always imagine Draco gardening, (idk because he gardened with his mom when he was little maybe?) anyway, now I've imagined Harry coming to see Draco, spotting him with dirt on his cheek and knees scuffed from the ground. I can't decide how Harry would react though. Would he think it's cute? Out of character? Weird?

As Harry walks down the stone steps into Draco’s garden, he can’t help but feel as if he is trespassing upon a scene he isn’t meant to see.

He’d known he wasn’t due at Draco’s til half past noon but he’d been bored and restless at his flat alone, and if truth be told he’d missed Draco something terrible after a week away on assignment.  So on a whim he’d tried to use the floo a few hours early and had been pleasantly surprised to find Draco had left the connection open for him.

Except when he’d stepped out into the lounge he’d not seen Draco anywhere.  He’d called out for him, and poked around his house, but there was no sign of him anywhere.  Harry had almost started to worry that something might be wrong until he’d noticed the kitchen door ajar which had led him out into the dewy, sunlit garden.  

It was unusually warm for this time of year and Harry had only expected to find Draco enjoying the sunshine.  He mostly definitely hadn’t expected to find Draco on his knees amongst a bed of flowers; his sleeves rolled up and grass stains on his knees.  But what Harry found most startling was the sight of Draco bent over on his hands and knees, a line of sweat dripping down his neck and his long, elegant fingers digging into the dark, rich soil.

Harry wasn’t sure why he found it so shocking, he’d known Draco liked to take care of his own flowers.  He’d told him as much on their third date, mentioning how he used to tend to the flowers in the garden with his mother as a child.   He’d said it casually enough at the time as if it was nothing, but Harry had known then it was Draco’s way of revealing something very intimate about himself to Harry.  The significance of that small comment had not been lost on him.

However there was a big difference between knowing Draco liked to garden and seeing him work the earth with his bare hands.  Harry wasn’t sure what it was exactly, all he knew was that the sight before him made his clothes feel too small and his heart feel too big.

And so when Draco abruptly stands a moment later, embarrassed and rubbing his hands on his pants Harry nearly sprints across the garden, pressing Draco back against the stone wall and tangling his fingers into Draco’s and holding on as if trying to anchor himself.  There is something different about this kiss, something raw and desperate and Harry dimly wonders if Draco feels as exposed as he does.

“If I’d have known you liked to see me dirty I might’ve invited you over to watch me garden a long time ago,” Draco teases when they finally stop kissing, his eyes locked on Harry with a gentle fondness that makes his chest ache.

“I love you,” Harry whispers quite suddenly.

Draco doesn’t say anything at first, just blinks a few times and Harry’s stomach drops immediately, wondering if he’s misread the moment.  But then its Draco’s turn to nearly slam Harry back against the wall, kissing him as if his life depends upon it.  

Draco doesn’t say anything, doesn’t say the words back, but his hands tremble as he hold’s onto Harry, pressing messy kisses to his neck and face and just about  anywhere he can reach. 

 And Harry smiles, because Draco hasn’t said the words out loud, but its in his eyes and his touch and his smile, and he knows that Draco is saying it back in his own way.  So Harry closes his eyes, letting Draco’s touches wash over him as he inhales the smell of grass and dirt, memorizing every moment and relishing in the overwhelming sensation of being loved.

detriment & fall

this post only covers inner planets. planets in detriment relate to the mind, planets in fall relate to physicality. planets in fall are considered the “most difficult” placement to have.

key: detriment / fall

the sun is about self-expression & self-identity. mentally, sun in aquarius worries about expressing itself without including the entire community. unlike leo, who thrives in the spotlight, aquarius needs to share it, and the sun does not want to share. the sun in air signs is the least happy because the air signs are double signs- the least likely to focus on oneself. sun in libra physically lacks the passion and fire. it conforms to everyone and everything around it. it leads by agreeing with its followers.

the moon is the least logical planet, our inner core and deepest, purest side of ourselves. moon in capricorn is mentally on another level. emotions are foreign because it finds that expressing their powerful emotions appropriately is a challenge, it forces itself to think and reason before it feels, opposite of what the moon is comfortable with. the moon is also very fluid- and capricorn, ruled by saturn, the planet of structure, finds it hard to go with the flow. moon in scorpio is arguably the most powerful/intense placement. many layers of the unconscious, feelings built up waiting to erupt. it is very prone to fear, and then physically putting a shield over it so no one can tell. the moon, ruled by cancer, wants to nurture and give life. she holds on to what she has in fear of losing it. scorpio (the sign of death) will transform to grow itself.

mercury is the planet of the mind- including logic, education, and all exterior thoughts. mercury in sagittarius is mentally uncomfortable. ruled by jupiter, the planet of expansion and the bigger picture, mercury struggles to discover the finer details it needs to find to be fulfilled. this is true for mercury in pisces as well, this placement is in detriment & fall. mercury is a young student, who learns with visuals in a classroom, jupiter is a wise old scholar, who learns from experience. both sagittarius and pisces are too imaginative for mercury- they think of general possibilities while gemini and virgo pinpoint the specific facts.

venus, the planet of beauty, possessions, and love. venus in scorpio doesn’t understand love the way taurus does. it mentally tries to gain power in a relationship to prevent vulnerability, while being clingy itself. venus is light and free. scorpio is too dark and intense. venus also emphasizes trust, scorpio is non-trusting. venus is traditional and holds high morals like taurus, scorpio dislikes this. scorpio is all-or-nothing- it can’t reach compromise for comfort. venus in aries doesn’t know how to balance love like libra. it wants to lead instead of understanding the importance of two heads are better than one. aries is the most self-centered sign being exalted in the sun. aries does not work with others as equals. scorpio and aries are ruled by mars, a masculine planet, and is uncomfortable in the femininity of venus. venus in virgo is physically too cautious and builds up many walls. venus in pisces naturally loves being vulnerable, sweet, & emotional- something that virgo would have to learn. venus glosses over the flaws and pisces puts on rose-colored glasses to adhere to this. virgo is too analytical, picky, and critical. virgo is also the sign of health, and venus loves indulgences and guilty pleasures. 

mars, the planet of action and aggression. mars in libra doesn’t understand displays of anger. they want justice and equality, leading them to avoid confrontation and directing their energy inwards, making it umcomfortable for mars. mars runs on passion, emotion, and power. libra shies away from all three. mars in taurus is too slow for mars. mars needs things done NOW and it doesn’t need to think things over. it doesn’t need a voice of reason. as mentioned above, libra & taurus, ruled by feminine venus, can’t keep up with masculine mars.  mars also wants to enforce punishment, something venus would never do. mars in cancer is physically away from home. mars is a warrior, fighting on the battlefield. it does not live with its mother nor does it need nurturing- it has its own discipline from capricorn. mars needs to focus on itself to succeed- and cancer is far too sensitive to the people and environment around itself.

I don’t think you all understand how tragic achilles and patroclus was

in the original version of the iliad, after the death of patroclus, achilles is so enraged that he just kills every enemy in sight, literally a bloodbath is what happens, i’m pretty sure the description says something like the waters were turning red and were more blood than water

it becomes so bad that a river god actually appears to him and commands him to stop his raging

and what does achilles do?

he slaughters the river god who dared to temper his anger, because nothing can console the agony he is experiencing in the death of patroclus

he drags hector’s body around the walls of troy, completely desecrating it and preventing his family from giving him a proper burial

it isn’t until he sees the love that priam has for his son that he returns the body because while it is a different love, the grief priam is experiencing is something he recognizes

Gendry doesn’t take his eyes off the walls of Winterfell, from the moment he sees the towers rise above the horizon.

If Jon notices how Gendry fixates on it, how Gendry goes quiet at the sight of it, he says nothing. Silence suits both of them, and the rest of their party prattles enough, as it is.

Until Tormund says something about ‘the big lady,’ and conversation shifts, to loves the men have left behind. (For what it’s worth, Gendry gathers that whoever this lady is that Tormund speaks of, she does not in fact reciprocate any feelings. For what it’s worth, Gendry couldn’t say he had loved Arya in that way. For what it’s worth, the next hour ahead of him looms as blank and cold as the Wall, and for the first time in several years, he feels unsure about what he wants.)

“What about you, Gendry?” someone says.

Now they all turn to him, Jon, on his left, and Thoros, on his right, staring at him with different kinds of curiosity. Jon doesn’t know; Gendry had been unable to say anything about Arya because if he said even just one thing, he’d have to say it all.

How can he tell the Northern King that he’d refused his sister’s request to serve a brother years ago, when he’d ended up fighting at Jon’s side after all? That he’d been her only friend, and he’d abandoned her?

Gendry shrugs, noncommittally, but Thoros’ gaze burns into him.

Arya is at Winterfell, Gendry knows this.

Jon is going to find out, sooner or later.

What will Arya do when she sees him?

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I just had the best idea ever; Tony Stark has a fan-wall, where he puts up pictures his fans made, sent him or letters. Just everything his fans did/do. It started as a couple drawings he was given by kids in the streets, but it grew into something bigger because People!!! Love!!! Iron!!! Man!!! and Tony loves it, because it means he matters. And what started as a small wall of pictures, turned into its own little room full of drawings and pictures and fan-created things. Because Tony loves his fans, and it makes him so happy every time he looks at it. Because he matters! He really does!

Asylum

Note: Based off of the recent fanart that we reblogged. Enjoy!

Pairings: H2OVanoss, Minicat, Brohm

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Three doctors stood outside of the asylum, having their normal chat before they walked in.

“Honestly, I don’t know which one I should be worried about; Mini or Pablo?” Tyler sighed, scratching the back of his neck.

“I say both. At least you don’t have my problem where Delirious keeps trying to get me to let him out,” Evan replied, fixing his coat.

“And then there’s Ohm, who will not stop flirting with me. I honestly think he does it to try and get me to let him free or something,” Bryce added, fiddling with the pencil in his hands.

“Mini flirts with me too, and sometimes it gets real uncomfortable.”

“I don’t know if I can say Delirious is necessarily flirting with me, but I really hope it doesn’t get to that level.”

They all nodded in agreement before going inside, mentally preparing themselves for the day.

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Tyler walked into the padded room where his patient stayed. “Hello, Tyler~” He heard Mini say. He turned to see the Brit smiling at him from the corner of the room.

“Good morning, Mini. How’d you sleep?”

“Okay, I guess. It would have been better if you were there, though,” he teased with a smirk. Tyler just sighed and grabbed his clipboard.

“Did you talk to Pablo while I was gone?”

“Nope. He tried to talk to me, but I blocked him out. Aren’t I just such a good boy?” Mini asked, taking a step closer to Tyler.

“If you take one more step closer, I will make sure that straightjacket is tightened,” Tyler snapped. He immediately regretted that, as the look on Mini’s face unnerved him to the bone.

“Oh, you have no idea how much I love it when you get rough,” he purred, taking another step forward. “You know, I would have never known you were into that stuff, but I think I’ll be fine with it.”

Tyler didn’t say anything. He couldn’t; anything that came out of his mouth would be used against him in someway. Instead, he just finished writing something down and started to leave.

“You’re gonna leave me without my goodbye kiss?”

Tyler stopped and silently cursed. The only way Mini would listen to the other staff was if Tyler gave him a kiss. Tyler turned back around, sighing. Mini walked up to him and waited. Tyler gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before quickly leaving.

God, he hated doing that. Especially when he knew that Mini had a shit-eating grin on his face, knowing that he had won that day.

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As soon as Evan stepped inside the room, his patient’s head bolted up, a grin plastered onto his face. “Evan! It’s so good to see you again,” he chirped.

“Likewise. How did you sleep, Delirious?”

“Pretty good, actually. The sound of the voices telling me to kill everyone here is surprisingly soothing. You should try it out sometime,” he laughed. Evan shook his head and wrote something down on the clipboard.

“Was that all the voices said?” He asked.

“Well, they also said that you should let me out…” Evan sighed at that.

“Delirious, you know I can’t do that. Even if I wanted to, I wouldn’t let you out. Let it go already.”

Delirious started to pout. “Aww, but it’s so fun making you annoyed!”

Evan sighed and shook his head once more before writing something on the clipboard and tiring to leave. “I’ll be back in a couple of hours to check up on you. Don’t do anything bad.”

“I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try. Will you let me out if I do?”

Evan didn’t reply as he left the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

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Bryce held a small smile as he walked down the hall. He couldn’t help it; that’s just how he normally was. When he got to his patients room, however, the smile quickly disappeared. He opened the door and closed it quietly behind him.

“Hey Brycey-poo~” his patient called from the bed at the other side of the room.

“Don’t call me that,” Bryce replied, annoyed at the nickname he had gotten.

“Oh, come on, Brycey. You know you love it~”

“Actually, I don’t. Now, how did you sleep?”

“Not good. You weren’t there, so I didn’t sleep well. Do ya think you’ll be able to get the night shift here as well as the day one?” Ohm asked with a smile on his face.

“No.”

Ohm laughed and leaned his head back against the wall. “Bryce, why don’t you love me? All I’ve ever done was compliment you and loved you. Are you shoving back your feelings?”

“No, because I don’t have any for you. You’re a mental patient, Ohm.”

“So?”

“So, my answer will always be no. Stop asking me.”

“Nah. I like seeing you get angry. It’s real cute, y'know? It’s also kinda hot, if I’m being completely honest.” Bryce sighed before leaving the room as quickly as possible as he wrote something down.

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“Does Mini still have you do that thing so he doesn’t give trouble to the others?” Evan asked Tyler as he took a bite out of his sandwich.

“Sadly, yes. It gets unnerving, especially when he has that grin that just reads ‘I win’.”

“I know what you mean. I hate the smile that Ohm gives me whenever I start to get angry with him. He enjoys it way too much,” Bryce said as he took another spoonful of yogurt.

“What about Delirious? Still giving you trouble of letting him go?” Evan nodded.

“Yeah. I swear he knows that he’s gonna get the same answer everytime, but he keeps on going for it anyways.”

“Ohm’s the same way. He thinks that we should be ‘together’, even if I tell him no. He says I’m ‘holding back by feelings for him’. Excuse my language, but that’s complete bullshit.” Evan and Tyler nodded.

The bell rang, indicating that their lunch break was over. They all sighed and said their goodbyes before going back to check up on their patients.

okay, but consider:

a few months after he starts “sizzle it up,” taako takes his show to a smallish mountain town. he’s wandering around the village after the show, seeing the sights, and it gets pretty frigid at night this high up the mountain, so he sticks his hands in his pockets for warmth - and he finds something there. 

It’s a folded up piece of parchment that he definitely doesn’t remember putting in this pocket (when was the last time he wore this nice scarlet jacket anyways? it was sometime before… before what? what was he even thinking about just now? and why does his head feel all fuzzy? the mountain air must be getting to him). 

his curiosity gets the better of him and he opens the parchment up. the crease lines are deep, with little tears on the edges, like the note has been folded up and opened again many, many times. it’s also wrinkled in small, round patches in several places, as if several droplets of something have fallen onto it. the contents of the note is innocuous enough, just two little words, Back soon, written neatly in black ink. but for some reason, as soon as he sees those words, taako’s heart swells up.

it’s a strange feeling, the same inexplicable wave of emotion he feels sometimes when he catches his own reflection in certain lights, or when he wears his hair a certain way. the same wave he’ll feel someday, years from now, as he watches his staff scorch three letters into a wall somewhere, or when he hears an achingly familiar voice in his head telling him to love barry, trust barry. 

but for now, in this moment, he feels that wave of emotion for this note, these words, this handwriting. there’s something… something important about this handwriting. it’s so important, if he could only focus, if he could only think… and then, as quickly as they came, those overwhelming feelings of love and loss are replaced with static and confusion. 

why was he just poring over this weird random note? why does he even have this old piece of scrap paper in his pocket anyway? he shrugs to himself, crumples it up, and tosses it over his shoulder where it bounces off the lip of a trash can and comes to rest on the sidewalk beside it as taako continues on his way.

Just Sex?

Part two of Good Little Angel 

Word count: 1,779

Warning: smut, slight angst, slight fluff, teasing (LOTS), Dom! Lucifer

Pairing: Lucifer x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @curlyxtomato for your request! This is a part two.

The Winchesters react badly to your actions but then you defend yourself by saying that it was only sex. Lucifer isn’t too happy about how you talked about him behind his back.

A/N: Sorry it’s taken me so long to post again, exams are coming up soon and I’m super busy but I’m off on study leave soon so hopefully I will be able to write more. There’s gonna be a part three of this when I get around to it.

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BTS Single Parent AU

kookies-and-myrok asked: Hello, sweets! I love your writing and I’m not just saying that Lol i always get excited when you post smt, anyways do you write parent au’s? If you do can I get a BTS reaction about what they would be like as a single parent? If not then its okay! Keep up the great work 💜

This doesn’t necessarily work as a reaction, but I can do a little like… bullet drabble or whatever on this. Either way, very doable. - Admin Dayna


Seokjin

There’s like… this anime called Amaama to Inazuma (a.k.a. Sweetness and Lightning) which is basically about a single father who raises his daughter to the best of his abilities but he can’t cook as well as his wife (who passed away). I see Single Parent!Jin being like that… except in Jin’s case he can actually throw down in a kitchen

  • Lots of love and affection
  • Smothers his baby girl with kisses before dropping her off to daycare and after picking her up
  • The daycare moms thirst after him bOI
  • His cookies sold out the fastest at the school bakery
  • Partially because Daycare Moms are trying to give him the succ
  • Mainly because his cookies are bomb asf
  • He got hoes
  • Reads/sings his daughter to sleep at night religiously
  • Chocolate covered Strawberries while they watch cartoons together
  • Shed a single tear in the beginning of Finding Nemo evRYTIM
  • Was literally floating on air for like a month because his daughter told him he was the “handsomest appa”
  • Tries really hard to scold his baby girl
  • Can’t look her in the face when he does it because she’s too damn cute
  • Puppy Dog Eyes work every once in a while tbh
  • Will cAUSE A FUCKING SCENE IF HE EVER HEARD SOMEONE WAS BULLYING HIS CHILD
  • Dad jokes, fucking duh.

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Yoongi

Picture this: Yoongi is chilling, right? Lounging on the sofa, watching some psychological mystery film or whatever emo shit he watches. His face is pretty indifferent. He’s unbothered asf. His right arm is covered in scribbles and squiggles. His 7 year old son is currently surrounded by markers, casually doodling on his dad’s arm.

  • Lets his son choose whatever toys he wants
  • If his baby boy wants a nerf gun, he’ll get a nerf gun.
  • If his baby boy wants a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv, he’s getting a fucking bubblegum pink barbie jeep atv.
  • Also lets his kid wear whatever he wants
  • Supports the creative and imaginative endeavors of his child
  • Does not support coloRING ON THE WALL YOU LIL DEMON BABY
  • Sometimes stares at his child and thinks “whose mans is this?”
  • Also looks at his child and thinks “that’s the love of my life”.
  • One time considered redecorating his closet just so that he can hang a bunch of mirrors on the wall so that whenever his child does something stupid, he can sit him in that closet and close the door so that he can look at his reflection and reevaluate his 7 years long life.
  • All in all he’s a super supportive daddio.
  • He’s not like the other dads.
  • He’s a Cool Dad™

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my heart & my judgement.

oh, we’re in love, aren’t we?

a messy, sappy, (mostly) fun mix for the sharpshooters’ engagement marriage and the start of a beautiful life together.

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art credit: @suites [x]

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