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anonymous asked:

Hello! I believe you started the whole crop top Yuuri trend and it led to me being semi-comfortable with idea to wear more midriff showing clothing again. I was in a pretty bad crash two years ago (Was on motorcycle and got hit) and ended up with road-burn scars down my left side. Because of it, I've been self-conscious to wear bathing suits/change in front of others. When I saw art-trend I was motivated to wear a crop-top Saturday & although I didn't leave home, its huge improvement. Thank you.

ohmygosh?? you’re amazing…. that makes me so happy to know ;v; !!!

My significant other motivates me, and so should yours. If you need time for yourself or to make yourself better. You can do the things you need to.
They teach me what they’ve learned, allow me to work, see the things I can do and he pushes me to the good things and vice-versa.
I see them more like a soul and I’ve accepted things in life. I’m just happy I’ve found someone to see a future with, that I can tell people about. Share advice, knowledge, and thoughts.
There’s so much future. If you don’t motivate, carry, and take care of the things you love, express/support them and your relationship then nobody probably will. I’m straight, and in love. I’m dreaming for all of you too.

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I wouldn’t have it any other way

Types of Reaper76 interpretations + my reactions:

Scenario 1:

Gabriel, aloud:
 lol, what up farm boy, where you goin’, I’m way tougher and cooler and more badass than you.

Gabriel, thinking: shit why is he so HOT why are his eyes so BLUE why is his hair so BLONDE

Jack, aloud: you’re not so tough or cool or badass, you’re just older than me and from LA, we still do cool things in *smudged writing on hand* Bloomingworth

Jack, thinking: oh my god he’s so HOT, he’s so ridiculously HOT, if I don’t leave soon I’m going to blush and swoon and faint - 

me: *looks into the camera like I’m on The Office* I don’t want this



Scenario 2:

Gabriel, aloud:
 no, dude, Jack’s my best friend, he’s awesome, sure he’s kinda naive and oblivious, but he’s really cool.

Gabriel, thinking: oh god, I’m so in love with him, why is he so amazing and hilarious and funny 

Jack, aloud: Gabriel’s the coolest person I know!  I would follow him anywhere, into any battle, into any war, he’s incredible - 

Jack, thinking: also I’m like really in love with him, he’s so big and strong and his smile is nice and - 

me: well this is definitely better, mutual respect and admiration and friendship are good traits for the start of a romantic relationship, so I can enjoy this a lot more - 



Scenario 3:

Jack, aloud:
 WANNA SPLIT THIS GHOST PEPPER AND HANDLE OF VODKA WITH ME AND THEN WE CAN GO CRAM AS MUCH SUSHI AND RAW FISH INTO OUR MOUTHS UNTIL WE PUKE

Gabriel, aloud: this is dumb as all hell.  LET’S FUCKING DO IT.  

Gabriel, thinking: FUCK YEAH I LOVE HIM

Jack, thinking: FUCK YEAH I LOVE HIM

me: HEYO THERE IT IS

started watching orphan black yesterday and have one question

how the fuck is it that hollywood isnt throwing themselves at tatiana maslanys feet and scattering flowers at the floor she walks by because holy shit

thunder - zach dempsey

requested: yes

word count: 1.224

warnings: i swear once, besides that there are symptoms of anxiety in here

plot: zach helps you go through a storm, trying his best to make you feel comfortable and to be there for you

a/n: i can’t believe how much zach content i’m posting but i live for it. anyway i hope this is true to the request. also i listened to this & this while writing idk maybe it creates an ambiance for y’all


Zach was driving you home when the storm broke.

One minute the two of you were joking around as his music blasted from the speakers and wind blew messing up your hairstyles. Then, quick drops of water began falling from the sky, causing Zach to immediately put the convertible’s hardtop on.

You grew quiet as you took in the sight of the darkened sky and the raindrops hitting the windshield.

Zach took notice of your sudden mood change and turned the music volume down. “Everything okay?” He asked, shifting his gaze from the road for a few seconds to look at you.

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Arashi 🌸🍃✨
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@mayor-aby

OKAY FOLKS LETS TALK THEORY

okay so we got a new insta pic of evak and its all fun and games no big meaning behind it, right? well, maybe not! lets take a look at it

okay its just a cute boyfriend pic, great, but wait theres more! so we can see that even is in the background and also in the light BUT we cant see all of even, he is almost hiding out of frame so what if this is symbolizing the fact that isak does not see all of even, that part of even is missing, that even is hiding some part of himself from isak, hiding his past at bakka and with mikael. we can see a little of this in jonas’ post too

from isak’s point of view he can only see the profile of even, he is once again not seeing all of even. now, in both of these pictures, isak is only seeing one side of even - the right side. isak is always viewing evens ‘right’ side, not seeing the past even has, which may not be ‘right’

now, onto isak: in the new picture isak is in the shadow, in the dark of evens past, about mikael, about how sana fits into everything. isak is also facing away from even in the new picture, he doesnt want to face even about his past, hes turned away from him

we also know that after whatever happened at bakka, even probably got rid of all of his social media, but were only on the third week of the season and weve already seen him on instagram twice so its not unlikely that eventually mikael and the balloon squad will also see it and make the connection between even, isak, and sana (’you cant run from the internet gurl’)

now this is all just a theory, i could be reading way to far into this, i mean we know this season is not about isak and even, its about sana, and i dont want to pull attention away from her, but maybe this could come into play - isak and even, evens past with mikael and the balloon squad, how sana fits in, what she knows about it. none of this could be close to whats going to happen, but we know julie does everything for a reason, so maybe its a hint

someone: i like B.A.P but I don’t love their slower songs like happy birthday-

me: screencapped and emailed to my lawyer. She will have filed charges by tomorrow afternoon. By law We must allow you 48 hours to remove the offending material. If not, you will be charged with defamation of character, libel, and criminal mischief, all misdemeanors. You will face a judge trial.

anonymous asked:

DO AN ENJOLTAIRE AS MERTHUR AU. GO.

I FORGOT I HAD THIS ASK HOW COULD I IT’S SO GOOD 
(Okay let me first say AUs in which any of les amis are royalty weird me out since, yknow, monarchy, so let’s assume Enjolras happened to be born the crown prince of Camelot and absolutely hates it and is determined to dissolve the whole notion of a kingdom when he’s supposed to ascend to the throne or something like that)

Anyway: 

We all know how the story goes: everyone hates the current king for his ban on magic throughout Camelot. Enter Grantaire, a powerful (though he doesn’t realize it) wizard new to the kingdom who hates the king for the exact same reason, and his son by extension. 

A vengeful witch tries to kill Enjolras. Grantaire saves his life, though he doesn’t understand why at the time. The king makes Grantaire Enjolras’ manservant as a ‘reward’.

They can’t stand each other at first. Grantaire’s never been that well-off, and he’s uncomfortable in a ridiculously lavish place like the castle. He throws snark at Enjolras every time he’s forced to dress him or pull his bath water or whatever. Enjolras, for his part, hates Grantaire’s attitude and snaps back every time he prods, saying things like ‘the size of my bed/stable/army is beyond my control’.

The Great Dragon tells him it’s his destiny to protect Enjolras and stay by his side. ‘Two sides of the same coin’, the Dragon calls them. Grantaire wants to serve Enjolras even less, after that.

Then he starts to notice things. The sparseness of Enjolras’ chambers compared to the other rooms in the castle. Enjolras paying the merchants for far more than their goods cost, then distributing it to the children of the town. His camaraderie with many of Camelot’s knights, yet his disdain towards the ones who talk down on the poor. Arguments that happen between Enjolras and his father behind closed doors while Grantaire stands outside (”No one person should be allowed to decide who lives or dies!” “It’s the way we’ve lived for centuries.” “Then the way we live must be changed. When I become king…”).

Grantaire sees a glimmer of hope through Enjolras. Maybe, just maybe, he’s someone who could change Camelot for the better.

Grantaire stops complaining about having to prepare Enjolras’ breakfast or polish his armour, even after Enjolras says he doesn’t have to. Grantaire tells himself he’s only doing it because it takes no effort with his magic. 

If it were up to Enjolras, he wouldn’t have a manservant, but he can’t bring himself to tell Grantaire to leave. He doesn’t understand why–Grantaire is loud, insufferable, pessimistic, and often shows up late in the morning reeking of the town’s tavern. 

But sometimes Enjolras catches a glimmer in Grantaire’s eyes. When he’s reading, or caring for Enjolras’ horse, or when he’s laughing with the knights on the training grounds. The grass seems to stand up taller where Grantaire walks through it. Enjolras knows that’s a ridiculous notion. 

One day, Camelot is swept up in a mysterious drought that left it with barely any water and food (hint: it was magic). Enjolras steals the food that the king has been hoarding away in the castle stores and distributes it to the people. 

It’s the same day Grantaire realizes he now has two secrets to keep: that he’s a sorcerer, and that he loves Enjolras.

Another day, a great beast which seems impervious to Enjolras and his knights’ attacks (hint: it was magical) knocks Enjolras unconscious on his back. When he comes to, it’s only to see an armourless, weaponless Grantaire standing alone in front of the slain beast. Grantaire’s eyes are golden when he turns around and fixes them on Enjolras. 

It’s strange. He could swear on the life of every citizen in Camelot that Grantaire’s eyes are a deep brown.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire keeps asking Enjolras. He asks when he wants to leave the castle, or assist one of the knights, or borrow a book. Enjolras tells him he doesn’t need to ask for permission to do anything. Grantaire is his own person, after all. Not that Enjolras could refuse him anyway. Still, Grantaire keeps asking. 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, with a roll of his eyes, when Enjolras asks where he’s going. He’s only going back to his own chambers. Enjolras reddens. 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, shyly, holding a tunic that Enjolras has gifted him for his birthday (which Enjolras went through a lot of trouble to discover). 

“Do you permit it?” he asks, with thinly veiled panic behind his eyes as he holds a letter from his mother with shaking hands. He needs to return to his hometown for a while. Enjolras never wants to see that look on him again.

“Do you permit it?” he asks one day, when he stands beside Enjolras as a dozen archers aim their arrows at him. Enjolras takes his hand and smiles. He wishes they had more time together.

They aren’t shot. As if propelled by an invisible force, all the archers are knocked off their feet and their bows broken. Grantaire holds his free hand towards them. His eyes are golden. It’s all the confession Enjolras needs.

“Do you permit it?” he asks, wanting permission to leave Enjolras’ service. They avoided each other for a week after the incident. Grantaire’s use of magic broke Camelot’s highest law, which Enjolras hates. He doesn’t understand why Grantaire wants to leave. The thought makes his heart clench. 

Enjolras permits it, on the condition that Grantaire stay by his side. It’s not an order, but a plea. No one should be forced to live in the servitude of another, after all, least of all someone like Grantaire.

Grantaire wants the reason for his condition. Enjolras gives it to him in a rush of breath. Grantaire’s eyes go wide.

“Do you permit it?” Grantaire asks, laying a tentative hand on Enjolras’ cheek. 

“Yes,” Enjolras says. Grantaire’s eyes close. Maybe they’re golden. Somehow, when Grantaire’s lips touch his, he can’t bring himself to care.

Grantaire never asks for permission again.

anonymous asked:

Hi there...I'm a writer and I have been having a lot of content of mine stolen, and I don't know how to deal with it. Do you have any knowledge on what to do? I really need help, people keep taking my book covers and some stories of mine and posting them without any kind of credit at all.. :(

yikes… I’m so sorry, I don’t really know how to help with this sort of thing ;;
it’s different from art theft since we can watermark our art or make it so that no one can right click and save the image, but I have no idea how to prevent people from stealing written works.. I hope you can find someone who’s more knowledgeable about this to help you ;v;