tagged anyways

[throws markers across room] ugh

i’m not a huge fan of his artwork in heroes so

  • Albus: Teddy, pretend to be my mom to Scorpius's mom.
  • Teddy: [picks up the phone] Hello? This is...Mum Potter. The children are playing swords. Sorry. Playing with swords. Oh no. They are dead. Do not call again. [hangs up]
  • Scorpius and Albus: ...
  • Teddy: Sorry, I panicked.

Just Like Ima - (Ziva and Tali.)

(Fits in the Separation Anxiety universe.)

It was the middle of the day, but Ziva had already cleared it with Tali’s preschool that the interruption would be okay. They’d decided it was fine, especially considering how long she’d been gone. She loved her new job and it kept her home at much more reasonable hours than her job at NCIS had, but it had the unfortunate drawback of annual conferences lasting a week, none of which, she’d been informed when she started working there, were optional.

Or local, apparently.

She missed her little girl, however, and although this time certainly wasn’t worse than the last time she’d been separated from her, it still made her anxious and ready to see Tali again and give her a big hug. She might just pull her out of school early for some ice cream and a movie marathon.

Ms. Hanson was standing toward the front of the room as the children played, all of them wandering around and interacting with each other over blocks and letters of the alphabet, and she caught Ziva’s eye from inside the room, nodding slightly to signal that she could come in. Ziva took her cue, scanning the room for that mess of light-brown curls and bright brown eyes she’d committed to memory from the moment she’d held her daughter in her arms.

There she is, Ziva realized, her heart flipping at the sight of her, wearing a black long-sleeved t-shirt and a black hat not unlike the one she was currently wearing herself, the one that Tali often took off her head to wear herself, the oversized object falling down over her eyes and making her squeal with laughter. Tali had wanted a hat of her own, and it seemed Tony had gotten her one while she was away.

Just then, Tali turned her head, noting for the first time who was standing behind her. “Ima!” she shrieked, scrambling to her feet and running toward her mother and into a hug. Ziva gathered her up in her arms, patting her back and kissing her cheek, trying - and failing - not to cry.

“Ima, look! Tali’s hat!” She said proudly, pointing to it happily. “Abba buy it,” she added, as if Ziva wouldn’t have been able to determine that piece of information herself. Someday, Tali would understand that her mother had been an investigator and that she would instinctively know these things, but for now, Ziva only smiled.

“It’s lovely, my sweet,” she cooed, tipping the hat gently. “Now you’re just like ima.”

“Just like ima!” Tali agreed with a squeal, and Ziva felt her heart swell with pride at how much her daughter had grown. She might want to be just like her mother for now, but she’d already become her own person in so many ways. And if this small way was the way in which she chose to emulate her mother, rather than so many other ways, then she’d have a much better childhood than Ziva ever had.

It was a dangerous thing to think about, and she immediately pushed the cloudy thought out of her mind. “Come on, Tali,” she said, standing back up and taking her by the hand. “Let’s go home and see abba.”

yall remember my #beautifulmonbebe that i created? i still want to see you guys! so im going to start it ~ this tag was meant for monbebe to post a picture of themselves and their bias. i want to see how beautiful we all are! Im going to tag a lot of people sooo yeah and spread this around and use the hashtag #beautifulmonbebe

@peterpansxual @sugavcube @babywoon @lemonizedlove @shownu-what-that-mouf-do @changkyuh @changkkung @wonhontology @spicyramyeonmonbebe @monstaexo @hidingintheshadowx @moonxgi @cookieangelwonho @myonlywonho @wonholypeach @wonhoslegs @joohoney-stly @joohoneybees-dimples  @hyungnu @hyung-vvon @flowerboyshownu @imchangki @im-all-in-for-you @iamwhatimman @untimelyy @ameehhhhh @changkkung @chang-kyunnie @hyungwonslays @kittyminhyuk @1leeminhyuk

i just got the biggest fan art/manip rec. holy shit. i’ve been bookmarking them to go through later on. i’m overwhelmed. thanks @plaidcardigan for the recs!

@ablyablya @agealmighty @akisdoodles  @alulawings @applesnsfw @art-changes @claudiyah @cryodreams @drawingniall @eleadore @evenasyoungastheyare @exhibitionistkink @rubycurls @fayestardust @fransmut @mrsadfran @hazzainblackart @hazstylestrash @he-got-the-dagger-tho  @laurakordikova @lepomiere @limapyen @lopsidedsmilee @nasalouis @neon–diamonds @neqx @pass-the-pencil @peachiloui @prettytruthsandlies @stillatraceofinnocence @quitecurlyart @rhymeswithmonth @rosketch @stormella-and-art @susumzee @tomlinshires @twopoppies @twopoppies-nsfw @xginaalmighty @youngandmadeof @yourssincerelylarry @1dfanart

so much art…….. wow.

hahahahahhahahahahhahahahahaha why is Max being. So mean :) what the fuck :) shadowhunters writers :) who :) gave :) you :) the :) right :)


Selfie tag💘💝💕💖💓💗💓💝💖

I forgot who tagged me (i forget a lot of things tbh) but I was tagged in the selfie tag!!! I tried to take some aesthetic photos but that didn’t work out. Thank you so much for tagging me and have great day!!!

I Tag: @hobisnatchme @smhsehun @axsh-chica @hobiini @hazelnuthobi @j-hobies-angel  @hobieu  @asupercoolperson @hopenight218 @thejinblossoms @hoseokhotness @syub-baby @jhopes-butt @whitecrow96 @hoseokcchi @hugsforhobi  @mariisacutie @honeyndclover @moo-boo-mins @hobihype @hoseokillmehealme @hobiplz @minyoongiismyinspiration @hobistummy @loveshob @j-dopee @floral-hobi @gothic-hobi @jhope-shi @hobibliophile @glowinghobii @hobie-yah @hobilouu + anyone else who wants to do it!!!! 💕


僕らの描く未来 // re Kiramune☆All Stars

The Namikawa-Ryohei hug near the end was adorable.
Reminds me of when Kamiya’s signed ball knocked the back of a seat, rebounded and landed directly in a Kamiya fan’s hands that was like two rows in front of mine.
I love this song I love the Kiramune family……I’m not ready to hear 8piece live it’s just next week oh my god help.

*Please do not re-upload and/or claim this as your own or any of those fun stuff, thank you. Please ask for permission before making use of any parts of my videos, too. I don’t tolerate re-uploading of things (BD/DVD, scanlations etc.) that don’t belong to you, sorry.

Everything is ripped from MY OWN copy of the BD.

Check “Kirafes16″ tag under my blog for the other uploads! ♡

A love story

An heir to the throne had made a deal with their father. They would marry any suitor who could manage to impress them, and they don’t impress easily.

Soon after word gets out a man shows up to the castle, a sword on his hip and a bloodthirsty look in his eyes. He knelt in front of the heir and bowed his head.

“In exchange for your hand in marriage you will be given land to expand your kingdom.” He spoke, lifting his head so he could meet eyes with the royal. “Does that impress you?”

They shake their head, folding their hands onto their lap. “What good is land to me when I’m perfectly content with what I have now? I’m not impressed with your offer, you may go.” They reply before waving the man away.

Two days pass and another suitor arrives. This one wears a robe and smells of herbs. He also kneels before he dares to speak, like the man before him. “I can teach you the art of magic and how to speak to spirits. Does that impress you?”

They shake their head. “Why would I need your skills when we already have a court wizard? I’m not impressed.” They say, dismissing the wizard.

Weeks pass and not one suitor has manage to impress the heir to the throne and the father is giving up hope.

A woman walks into the throne room and kneels, like the many men before her. Yet, unlike the men before her she has the heir’s attention.

The woman looks up and without a word reaches into her jacket, pulling an object out of her pocket. She grins toothily, a grin that made the heir’s stomach flip flop, and held out her hand. Slowly she uncurled her fingers to show a small round object that laid on her palm. It glowed warmly, a familiar glow that the heir couldn’t quite place their finger on.

“I bring you your heart. Are you impressed?” The woman asks, knowing already that she had.


My unit Salmon, reporting for duty!