take out the guy

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

Keith! When will my Life Begin animatic for the Klance Tangled AU!!

edit:sorry about the fire cracking up. I think it’s the gradient that’s causing the file to become a little corrupt. I’ll try to fix it and update it asap

edit edit: The song is a pitched down version of the original song

“Ah, sorry, I’m not much of a dancer.” Prompto mumbled to his feet after he once again stepped on the prince of Lucis’ toes. 
“Could have fooled me,” Noctis smiled warmly, pulling Prompto closer, “Do they not have balls in Niflheim?” 
Prompto paused, his face falling slightly as he lowered his gaze to the floor “Well…ah, no. Not really.” 

Insomnia welcomes Niflheim into their kingdom will a ball, and although Noctis usually hates any kind of social event, surprisingly this one has become a little more interesting. Another scene I had in mind for my Niflheim prince Prompto AU. I’m planning on drawing a few more things because I’ve received so much encouragement, I hope y’all like angst, cause thats where this AU is headed. 

Misha Collins.
Arriving on set in New Westminster, BC.
Thursday, March 2nd, 2017.

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26 october 2016 - glendale, az

Fanon Homestuck characters i experienced in fics over the years because i Love being in Pain: Beta kid Edition

JOHN: blank slate?? John “Can Be Whoever U Want” Egbert. sleeps with a nic cage bodypillow…..  uses :B a lot? Hello Naughty Children Its Nonstop Mean Pranks Time i hope u like ur hair dyed pink and half shaved

JADE: infomercial voice: Ever Needed an unnecessary antagonist to ur Dave x (character/reader insert) ship but didnt want to create a whole new character? Try Jade Harley for the low low price of $stop

ROSE: summons the power of every lovecraftian monstrosity to empower her ability to be ur wing-man in the up and coming ship of the fic. at exactly 12 midnight EST on a blue moon, during the Lost 29th Day of February, she may mention the tales of a wandering cryptid by the name of Kanaya then u will unlock her quest chain to later unlock this vampire to be a new playable character and gain an achievement

DAVE: 2 ¾ cups of all purpose Personality. 1 teaspoon of irony. ½ cup of apple juice. 2 eggs. 2 cups of white sugar. 1 ¼ cups of All I Do Is DJ. Then pour into a blender and sprinkle in 4 pounds of Popular Highschool Boy Tropes, force the lid closed, turn it on and pray

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.


Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

i just want to be the reason you smile


Than any boy you’ll ever meet 

Sweetie you had me


Vaard lost a lot at Shattrath and this gave me all the feels.

Continuation from >here<

i cant believe i main lúcio and i haven’t noticed until now 

that the things in his hair aren’t weird beads

they’re speakers

an ink luigi turned into a soft luigi

If I may make a suggestion for anyone who’s ever had to deal with those people who mistake your “nice customer service” voice with *~flirting~* and ask you for your personal phone number while you’re on your shift: DO NOT GIVE THEM A FAKE NUMBER

One of my (now ex) coworkers had this really creepy guy asked her for her phone number, but she was too polite, and frankly kind of nervous, to say “no” to him so she gave him a fake number to get him to go away. For about the next month after that, the guy would come in and harass her about every time she worked her shifts. She only worked Mondays and Thursdays, and we only saw the guy come in on those days seemingly with the intention to just buy groceries, but he always checked them out in the lane she worked in and would subtly bring up the fake number incident, so it didn’t take long for the rest of us to figure out that this guy was hella sketchy. 

Well long story short (with details extracted), there was a little “incident”…so we had to contact the authorities about the creepy customer and my coworker ended up quitting not too long after because she was still too paranoid about the guy possibly returning. 

I know there’s some workers out there who feel really nervous about saying “no” to certain customers when they ask them for their phone number (myself included at times), so maybe try this:

If they ask, just say that you’re not allowed to give out your personal number while you’re working your shift. If you have to, make up some bullshit story about how past workers have been fired for getting caught doing that all while mentioning that you only want to keep your job (maybe run this by with your manager/boss first before you try these tips, just so that they know your intentions. my boss doesn’t mind me doing this ‘cause he knows that there’s a lot a weird people out there and that I’m only doing it to protect myself). Now, if the customer is smart, they’ll take the hint and back off after that. But if they insist on you giving it to them, just stick to your story and subtly hint at the security cameras in the store (even if your store doesn’t have them). For example, say something like “I’m sorry, but my boss watches the security cameras all the time so he knows when we’re doing something we’re not supposed to be doing.” Usually just mentioning security cameras will get even the sketchiest of customers to back off, ‘cause at that point they’ll realize that they’re being recorded as well. I’ve had to use this example once before, and the customer got really nervous when I brought up the word “cameras” and I haven’t seen him around my store since (smart choice dude 👌)

Now, in the rare case that the customer 1.) still isn’t taking “no” for an answer and/or 2.) leaves but then decides to wait around for you until you finish your shift to try asking again…..Call your manager/boss IMMEDIATELY to voice your concern. And if you absolutely have to in this case, call the police as well. Make it absolutely clear to both parties that you have declined this person’s request multiple times and that you’re concerned that they still won’t back off.

TL;DR: Don’t give a fake number to a customer b/c if they figure it out and aren’t happy about it, they know where you work. Instead, just tell them that you’re not allowed to give out numbers while you’re on the clock, and if they don’t back down, TELL SOMEONE. 

Stay safe, everyone!

shoutout to the dude in the biology building who walked down the hallway carrying three (3) entirely intact 5 foot tall corn stalks rooted in a gallon ziplock bag, looked around confusedly, and walked back the way he came


Voltron + favorite character

asked by anonymous

“In a Heartbeat”, a 4 minute short film created by a small animation studio, had so much better quality and heart than most of the movies in Hollywood today….

“Iͬͦ̃̊̽͑̚҉͉͈̰̣̙̰̭f̝̣̞͉̻͈̿̐ͩ͛ͫ͞ ̲̙͍͙͕̲̟̲̂͌̒̈̅̋͠I̸͕̗̖͆̃̌̎̈̈́̊ ̪͍̖͍̳̙̑ͅc̸̠̫ͤͪa̡̝̩̺̘̯̖ͭ͌ͣ͂ͧ̄nͮͭ͏̝͖'̯͙̰̖̼̘̎̃͋ͨ͗̓̎̆̑́͝t͖̹̪͋ͦ͑͗̀́͐̽ͯ̕ ̵̦̠̲͚̹̹̒̋̍ͪ̈́̑̿h̝̪̹̻̙̙̩̜̽ͣͤͅḁ̲̖̟̘̮̳̩̽̐ͣ̓ͨ́v̄̒͑̈͘͏̴̳̞̺̖̟̤̹̩ě̲͈͌͌ͭ̕ ̢ͦ͊͟҉͇̲ý̠͓͋ͣͨ̾ͩ͟͢o̷̼̙͔̦͔̤͊̑́͌̓̐͠ų̧̱̖̠̦̮̜ͥ͗̏ͧ̒̇͘,̘̺̤̟̤͉̬̤̽̒͜͟ ̘̗͙̿ͦͫ͠t̸̴̮̱͉̙̳̠̭̻͈ͪ̈́͗̑ͥ̇̏ḩ̶̪̥̥̠̠̘̘̤̋̄eͣ̇͌҉̴̘̼̟̰̥͘n̰͉͓̗ͧ͊ͤ̏ͫ̄̈́̅ ̙̥̪͓͎͌͌͆͗ͧͧͤn̸͖̫̭͍͎̘͉̄̄͒̈̃̀ȍ͗̿̍̉̚҉̷͓̻̦͚̤́ ̸̛̛̳̮̿ͪ̆̿̇̊ö̭̤͍ͨ̂͊͊͒̌̚͞ṋ̗̜͓̙̤̮̻̏ͧ̐͒ͤͦ͠͝ḙ̫̎̉̿̈̀ ̘͓̱̿́̐̋ͤ͋͊ḙ̴̗̟̤́͊ͨ͜͞l̄ͫͯͫͮ͑͑ͬ̕͏͕̱s̷͉̦͕̙̻̖̬͂̎́̒͑͗ͩ̀ͅe̶̡̹̯͍̹͌̈͆̽̍̋̅͂ ̟̮͖͎̬͕͍̦̗̇̾ͥ̓̉̿ͤ̑ͮc̓ͤ̔͐̔͋ͣ͏̸̻͇̦͇̥a̴͖̬̬̳̓̃ͯ͂͢ͅn͔̯̩͇̞̳̮ͯ́̓ͮ́̕.”