these are just the first i thought of

There’s something about you. The feeling I got when I was around you, that excited nervousness; I’ve never felt that jolt with anyone else. It’s like listening to your favorite song or that first sip of coffee in the morning. Just pure unexplainable bliss. The way your eyes lit up when you play in the band, or how you stood in the middle of a thunderstorm blowing smoke rings. You’re passionate, talented, deep, mysterious. There’s so much to you that I just can’t put words to. I think that’s why even though you left me and you’re happy with someone else, I can’t be angry with you. I miss you, I mourn you, but I cannot be mad. You are that favorite song. You are that first sip of coffee.
—  A.S

a lookbook i perceive?

candy: hair, top, pants, shoes - thanks to @loniden, @cherrysimblr, toksik, and @theslyd

yuki: hair, hat (gtw), top, skirt in which i’m obsessed with, shoes, choker (bg) - thanks to @sevensims, @servobride, @rusty-sims, and @gucci5555

Did you guys notice that Molly’s cat and Sherlock’s dog are both named Toby?

Coincidence? If we trust Sherlock there are no such things as coincidence!

Just imagine this!


Sherlock never liked Toby that much. He just didn’t want his fur all over his coat. But instead of saying something he just rolled his eyes, took the reddish cat from his coat and told him. “Everywhere else but not on my coat, little one.” He never told Molly about this but he started to invite her to Baker Street instead of visiting her in her apartment. Of course Molly liked all those romantic evenings with cuddling, and talking, also solving cases or just having dinner. But she had to stay with Toby, too. He felt lonely and sad when she wasn’t around. With a loud meow he sat in front of the door whenever she came home, already waiting for her.

Time went by and Toby grew older and weaker. He wasn’t the cheerful and wild cat he always was. He got sick and Molly had to stay with him more than usual. She was a doctor and even if she wasn’t trained for animals she knew that he wouldn’t life for a long time anymore.

It was a rainy day, a perfect weather that suited her mood so well. She held his red fur ball into her arms stroking his little head and telling him that everything would be fine. Sherlock wrapped an arm around her, trying everything to give her some strength. He saw that his breathing got slower and slower till it just stopped. Still Molly held him in his arms, pressing her face against the red fur and closing her eyes. “Sleep my little darling.”, she mumbled while big tears rolled over her cheeks. Her best friend was gone, and she still couldn’t believe it. But she had to let him go. He had a wonderful life, catching all those mice, the lazy evenings on the couch or him stealing the last piece of cake. ’He had a good life.’ she told herself over and over again. Sherlock stayed quiet but he felt the pain, too. Even if he always complained about Toby, he already missed that little tiger.

Weeks later Sherlock went to little Tobys grave, they made in her tiny garden. For Molly it was important to have him close even if she knew that it wasn’t allowed to do that. He knelt down and placed a small flower on the grave. A little daisy he chose because Toby always liked to play with them. ”Sometimes I wish I would find some of your fur on my coat, you know that, little one?“, he said quietly and shook his head unsure about the feelings he just showed.

Are you ready, Sherlock?“, Molly asked, showing up behind him. The detective winced and stood up immediately. ”Yes, of course.“, he said, his voice cold and sharp. He didn’t like to show his feelings, even if he knew that there were so many emotions inside of him he tried to hide. The love for Molly was just one thing that he couldn’t control anymore.

Molly came closer and grabbed his hand before they walked to the main road to get a cab. Their destination was a little pet shop. Even if Sherlock thought that it was too early to do that his detective girlfriend insisted to go there. Long time ago he wanted to get himself a puppy. Now that John was married he needed a partner in crime. Of course he had Molly, who helped him whenever she was free but he always wanted a dog. Like good old Redbeard.

Oh look at them. They’re so cute.“, she exhaled, pointing to one of the little bloodhound puppies. Sherlock stepped closer, also kneeling down and watching the brown dog with the hanging and long ears. ”A bloodhound?“, he asked, tilting his head. Maybe it was a good idea to choose a dog like this. For a second he had to look towards Molly, who was still playing with the dog she chose. Even if there were no such things as perfection, it felt like he found that kind of perfection, which satisfied him, into her.  ”Then the little bloodhound it will be. He likes you, too. So it has to be the right one.

After buying everything they needed Sherlock took the dog leash and walked outside the shop. Molly was right next to him and it seemed as if she couldn’t take her eyes from the little dog. She really liked him and maybe it was a good way to keep her distracted. ”We need a name for him, I think.

You are right.“, he answered and nodded slightly before he sat down looking at his new partner. He fondled his ears and tilted his head. ”What about…Toby?“, he asked, looking up to Molly immediately. Even if Sherlock wanted to name him Redbeard first, he had to rethink that. The way Molly played with the dog and how happy she looked, he wanted to at least try it. He wasn’t sure about his idea but as he saw that small smile on her lips he knew it was the right one. Molly knelt down and stroked the dogs head, nodding. ”That would be perfect, you know?“, she mumbled quietly. ”So is Toby okay for you?“, she asked, looking at the dog. As if he somehow understood, he simply barked once.”Seems like he is pleased with this name. So it will be Toby.“

Potty Mouth - Jason Todd

Prompt: From promptsfordays: “Soulmate AU where your tattoo shows the first thing your soulmate thought when they saw you (Example: “dear lord I want his babies”, “FANFICTION BLUE EYES”, “i have to think something sexy at them. oh wait did that count. thats so embarassing they better not be my soulmate.”, and “leARN TO USE A TURN SIGNAL, MOTHERHUGGER” )” with Jaybird (what the actual tattoos are is up to you lol)

Every little girl dreams of the day that her soulmate mark shows up on her. Your mark turned up just a few days after your sixteenth birthday. It appeared bold and brash in clear view on your forearm. It would have been an exciting moment had it not been for what was written on your arm.

You’re arm read: ‘Fucking shithead! Get back here you cock sucking motherfucker!’

Growing up in a fairly conservative family, you knew they wouldn’t take this development lightly. What exactly did this say about your soulmate in your family’s eyes?

“[Y/M/L] what on heaven’s earth is that on your arm?” Your mother chastised when she saw the hint of ink peeking out from your sleeve. You attempted to cover up your arm with your sleeve but she caught your hand and pushed the fabric up to expose the words. You had never seen your mother so close to having a brain aneurysm.

“You march right upstairs and wash that vulgarity off of your arm. You shouldn’t deface your body like that young lady. Your skin is for your soulmark and nothing else. Go wash it off. Now.” She commanded.

“This is my soulmark mother.” You confessed. She pursed her lips together and the muscles on her jaw twitched. She didn’t have a response for you and had to drop the subject and turn away to leave the room before she said something that she might regret.

While all your friends met their soulmates in high school or in their early college years, you were well into your twenties before you came across him.

You had just moved to Gotham city for your job and you were walking home from work one night when man roughly bumped into you from behind. You stumbled forward and in the confusion the man snatched your purse from your arms and sprinted off down the street.

“My purse!” You cried out. You were at a loss for what to do. You knew you probably shouldn’t chase after him, he might kill you after all, but at the same time practically your entire life was in that purse. Your phone, your cards, that nice tube of your favorite rouge lipstick that you definitely overpaid for. Luckily for you an intimidating knight in shining armor chased after the thief.

“Fucking shithead! Get back here you cock sucking motherfucker!” He seethed, sprinting after him. The thief looked back and saw your hero and immediately dropped your purse when seeing just how much larger your savior was than him. “That’s right you fucking run! Don’t let me fucking see you in my neighborhood again!” He called after the thief’s retreating form. He bent down, picked up your purse from the sidewalk and calmly walked back towards you.

This was the first time that you were able to get a clear look at the man who’s to be your soulmate. He was tall and absolutely gorgeous. He had this very intimidating look about him but when he looked at you, you felt absolutely safe. When you were standing side by side, you found yourself having to look up at him.

He offered you your purse back and you took it gratefully.

“Thank you so much! How can I ever repay you?” You asked.

“Will your name and a date do?” He asked.

“I’m sure I can manage that.” You laughed. “[Y/N].” You introduced yourself.

“Jason. That’s uh … quite a lot of dirty words you have on your arm there.” He chuckled sheepishly, eying the string of expletives inked on your arm.

“No shit.” You replied sarcastically. He let out a full booming laugh and patted your head gently.

“I think we’re going to get along just fine, doll.”


I livestreamed animation for a couple hours tonight and thought I’d compile a “best of” reel.  (It’s basically just me being really tired and questioning my life choices, mainly the choice to animate a character dual-wielding pistols.)

in case you saw the roughs for my SoC animation and were like “OH MAN IT’S COMING SOON”, no, I gotta do all this stuff first…just hang in there…

emotionallyconflictedgenet  asked:

Okay so I love Klunk and have seen plenty of Klance and a few Hance posts, but no Heith (assuming that's the ship name) posts. I was wondering if you had any Keith x Hunk headcanons, or just Klunk headcanons in general. I love your writing by the way, keep it up!

omg thank you! i’m glad you like my fics <3

anyways, you have come to the right place for heith. feel free to peruse my tag for it here if you want to see the Good Content. now, headcanons you say? well, I do have a few >;3c

  • keith developed a crush on hunk first. hunk was always so nice to him, and they started hanging out more after their weblum adventure. with those two things combined, keith just figured that hunk had a crush on him. and the more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea of hunk crushing on him and BAM suddenly he’s crushing on hunk in return (despite hunk not actually having a crush on him). 
  • keith really decides to start hanging out with hunk more (much to lance’s displeasure lol) because of that. he helps him train, he sits and watches when he’s doing mechanical-sciencey stuff, and sometimes he tries to help him cook. hunk, though a bit confused about what brought all this on, is just happy to find that keith is actually a pretty nice guy.
  • one day when it’s just the two of them hanging out, keith decides to go for it. hunk is mid-ramble about something or whatever, but is interrupted by keith suddenly smashing his lips down on his own. they hold it like that for a second and then pull away. keith is smiling, but he slowly frowns when he sees the shocked look on hunk’s face.
  • cue an awkward conversation later, keith finds out that hunk didn’t actually like him in that way. he’s a bit crushed and he kinda feels like he’s about to cry from embarrassment and heartbreak but before he can run away, hunk tells him that he’s not opposed to dating him or anything, it’s just he’s never thought about it. 
  • one thing leads to another and about a week later they’re going on a “date”, which is basically just private walk around the castle where they hold hands and try to do romantic stuff. the first one is awkward, but they agree to go on another. by the fifth “date” hunk finally kissed keith back, and by the sixth they started actually dating. 
  • the team was pretty supportive of their relationship, even lance. he did threaten to use his sharp-shooting skills to destroy keith if he ever did anything to hurt hunk, though, but everyone just laughed it off. well, everyone except keith who remembered how good of a marksman lance was.  
  • keith, surprisingly, is a really clingy boyfriend. everywhere they go, he is attached to hunk in some way. it’s either by holding his hand, by doing that couple hug-walk thing, or just casually leaning against him. hunk isn’t complaining.
  • they have a lot of sleepovers in each other’s rooms. the first few times they stayed up all night just talking and making out, but later they preferred just to cuddle in bed and watch each other as they fell asleep.
  • keith one time stole hunk’s shirt and wore it as a nightgown and hunk McDied™. keith tried to get hunk to wear his shirt too, and didn’t understand what he meant by “keith, babe, your shirt is too small for me” because it fit hunk fine as a cute crop-top.
  • keith one time charges into battle without much of a plan and nearly gives hunk a heart attack. the next time they’re alone they have a very serious and tearful talk about how, yes keith, people do actually care about you. 
  • they encourage each other to be better people. hunk inspires keith to be kinder and more compassionate, and to think before he acts. on the other hand, keith makes hunk want to be bolder, to not always over-think things, and to be more confident. they just build off of each other in the best way, and they’re so happy that they have each other as boyfriends.

anonymous asked:

A prompt i thought could be cute?? Idk: punk!Phil is super famous and in an alternative band, he gets to be a judge on some sort of x-factor-ish show, suddenly super-soft, pastel, skirt-wearing, confident yet shy Dan Howell walks in with his lil' uke and Phils just gone, especially once he starts singing bc actual holy angel. Can be smut or fluff or both thank thank

🌻 Phil was excited about this idea, he had been since it was first suggested by his manager. This was one of the fun parts of being in a popular band, things like being on a show.

🌻 Phil had dressed in a red button up, designed with a pattern of small white hearts, and black jeans, as well as his black boots and leather jacket. He ran his fingers through his hair, admiring his reflection in the mirror.

🌻 “C'mon man, we’ve gotta go!” His band mate, PJ, called through the door, rolling his eyes. “We’re not going to be late for yet another appointment just because your hair isn’t just right.”

🌻 Phil rolled his eyes, following his friend out the door. “Shut up, you’re no better.”

🌻 The drive was about an hour, plenty of time for Phil to think about it. The show was kind of unheard of; they brought bands on to listen and watch several different unknown musicians who think they’ve got what it takes to be famous. If the person gets picked, by whichever group calls them first, they go on tour with them and get to lead up their shows or just hang out with them. Phil liked the idea, and he liked the idea of some aspiring musician coming with them on tour the next month.

🌻 When they got there, Phil was surprised at the amount of people outside the building. A bodyguard had to escort them inside, but Phil still waved and smiled at them. It would never get old.

🌻 There were four other bands, on different platforms than them. PJ, Chris, and Phil were lead to their place and given seats.

🌻 Then it began. There were about ten people that got on, and they each had a bit of time to do their thing. They were all good, but none of them really caught Phil’s attention or they didn’t get to the buzzer quick enough.

🌻 That was when it happened.

🌻 The last contestant was called on, and he walked on stage. Phil’s eyes widened; instantly star struck.

🌻 It was a boy, looking in his twenties, around Phil’s age. He carried himself carefully, like he wanted everything to be perfect. He looked around, flashing the audience and the bands a soft smile, and Phil’s heart skipped a beat.

🌻 The boy was wearing a soft- pastel yellow sweater, hanging around his torso perfectly, decorated with sunflower designs. He was also wearing a high-waisted yellow skirt, as well as black thigh highs, yellow converse, and a sunflower flower crown. His brown hair fell in curls in his face. Jesus. His outfit was perfectly put together.

🌻 He cleared his throat, pulling the microphone towards himself.

🌻 “Hi, I’m Dan Howell,” he said lightly into it, giggling softly and grinning widely at them. “And I have an original prepared, I suppose.”

🌻 He brought up the ukulele from where he had been holding it by the neck, looking down at it, the curls falling in his eyes seemingly illuminated by the stage lights. And then he started playing.

🌻 He was good; really good. He played with the ease of someone who had practiced that exact tune a thousand times, his fingers fluttering over the cords the way leaves fell to the ground in autumn. Phil was in love. And then he started singing.

🌻 Dan’s voice was like honey, fuck, he sounded like an angel. He clearly knew what he was doing, and the song was as good as his playing. Every thing did each other justice, and it was just gorgeous.

🌻 When he finished the song he stepped back, smiling ear to ear, and it was clear he knew he had nailed it. “Thank you,” he said softly into the microphone, and the audience blew up. He did a small curtsy, giggling.

🌻 Phil caught another band going for the buzzer out of the corner of his eye and beat them to it, slamming it and standing up, grabbing their platform’s mic.

🌻 “I’m Phil Lester,” he said breathlessly, and Dan nodded, blushing. He clearly already knew that. “And… fuck. Where do I start?” He ran his fingers through his hair. “First of all, you wrote that? Damn, that was amazing! And you’re just gorgeous, your voice is beautiful, and I…” he trailed off, laughing and shaking his head. “You’re coming with us on tour. And home with me, if I have it my way.”

🌻 Dan’s blush darkened, and laughter echoed through the audience and other groups. Dan approached the mic.

🌻 “I’m not opposed to that,” he mumbled, biting his lip, and Phil laughed.

🌻 He could tell he wouldn’t regret this. It was gonna be a fun couple of months.

Oh ya here’s that oops I mentioned in the tags of Lockersnaps’ art art <3

Somehow I slipped up and didn’t put this one in the bunch. It was drawn just after the first two in the set from the other night.

Also, I was going to do a little year recap thingy post-birthday and Blogversary combined but it’s been an eventful weekend and I’m beat haha! Thank you all for the birthday wishes and beautiful arts! <3

I’ll handle said post tomorrow when my thoughts are a bit more coherent!

this is the third time you’ve texted me
in the past month
part of me is happy

but we all know why you did it
your main squeeze is a getting little dry right now
picking petty little fights with you

and the first thing you do
is run to me because you know i’ll always be here
i don’t know how to feel about it

should i be honored that you thought of me
or should i be offended for knowing
i’m just a back up plan

how many others come after me
when i give you dry replies
when i decide to reply at all

maybe i’m not even in second place
i cringe thinking about how far down i am on your list
for all i know i could be the 10th

but i guess i’ll just always be here
imagining the things we could have done 
if you had just put me first

- i’ll always be here for you and i hate myself because of it // cxw

Because the first time we ever met, you made me laugh harder than I ever had in the past months. When I told you about how I took him to Disneyland, you laughed and somehow the heartbreak and the aftermath of everything I shared with him, didn’t seem as painful anymore. It just meant I’d have to go back someday and redeem myself. The second time I ever saw you, you integrated your taste in music into my Apple Music playlist and now for the rest of my life, everytime I hear that Nick Gray song, I promise to think of you. That was the same night I kissed you. The same night I realized you were a lot like me if I had been born on the other end of a spectrum. The third time we ever met, I cried in the drivers seat about all the times I nurtured wounds that weren’t mine in the first place. And by the look on your face, I promise to never do it again. Three days ago, you became the most predictable human on the planet. It turns out men in theory are horrible at surprises. Thank you for buying me strawberry moscato and remembering that I wanted it and going out of your way to pursue the things I wanted for myself, when I couldn’t- even if it was just alcohol. I know by now you’ve probably already been warned. The red flags waving in the air at you everywhere you look. And I cannot promise you that this will be long lasting but I can promise you that whatever we have now, whatever we share, you will remember and so will I. You will never be there alone. And although the future is not guaranteed, you are good to me now. And I like the way you aren’t afraid to remind me that I’m not always right. Thank you for teaching me to share my stubbornness with you. I am doing something I hate for you, that has to mean something.

Hate Crimes.

I was always meh over all the America hate in my dashboard because literally everything has hate today but now I have a reason to feel disgruntled.

Last week in Kansas, a man shot two other men thinking they were Middle Eastern and allegedly yelled “Get out of my country!” before opening fire, killing one, injuring the other as well as injuring another man who tried to step in and wrestle the gun away.

Now by the above statement, unless I’d mentioned that it was racially motivated with that statement, you’d have thought it was just a drunken brawl. If I’d have phrased it as

A man yelled something and opened fire at two others, killing one and injuring the other as well as another man who tried to step in to help.

would you have really known? No.

Then why look through a racially filtered lens in the first place is the question which unfailingly always come to mind.

I’ve always heard of the worst of what has happened in detail on tumblr, regardless of whether I’d seen it on the news first. Now obviously it wouldn’t be in much detail in my country because our news channels have enough things to comment on which lie within our borders, but nevertheless, we still are informed about the happenings abroad. And tumblr has never failed me either.

However, how disgustingly inefficient do you have to be to not properly inform your people about a hate crime which took place in your own goddamned country? This is a hate crime much like any of the others which have happened in the past. Not to glorify it, but why hasn’t this blown up and been taken notice of? Why do most of the people here not know about this? 

Is it because he was Indian? Is it because he was brown? Is it because he may not have been Christian? Don’t they matter too? Don’t people matter?

Your country is going rampant with trying to “weed out” POC but mind you, America isn’t the home of white people.

It. Is. Not.

So don’t you dare use that rubbish as logic against this.

A man died because of the other’s deranged, bigotistic and racist views. He died. Someone lost their life because of another’s ignorance.

Does colour matter that much to you? It’s just a biological thing.

Does religion matter that much to you? It’s just a belief. None of them advocate hate anyway.

Ignorance. Ignorance is what fills your nation, like a slow killing poison. But all right, I will not blame you people. After all, you need to be told too. This is not the first time such a thing has not received coverage. Because brown people are invisible after all. And an eighty-odd year old man on a morning walk is definitely snooping to see where he can plant bombs because he’s brown.


Shame on you, Donald Trump, for not even informing your people about this. Forget speaking against such happenings, at least don’t hush it up. They’re not babies.

But I still have hope because I know that so may of you are in face actually informed and are broad minded and are against all this hate. See Ian Grillot. He didn’t have to step in. But he did. Why? Because, why not? He’s human. We’re all human. We all need to love each other and live in harmony. Not get all jittery just because they’re a little bit different than you.

I’m in no way related to all this but it angers me to see so much hate and violence in the world for no bloody reason even though I know there are so many many good people out there too. Like the people who helped raise the money for the people involved in this case. You’re all lovely blessed humans.

America, you’re the hope for millions of people around the world. Don’t let yourself get tarnished over a few gun-wielding hate-filled morons.

To end this I’d like to echo Sunanya Dumala’s words, “He did not deserve a death like this.” Yes, her husband did not deserve a death like this. No one deserves a death like this. Even more so a death disregarded in the country he wanted to do so much for.

RIP my man. It would’ve been nice if people were colour blind and maybe religion blind as well.

anonymous asked:

I just thought about what if Jason accidentally fakes his death? Like the batfam thought his still in a warehouse or something when it blew, and his comms destroyed so they can't call him, and he just went to a safe house after to sleep and like he doesn't know until a few weeks later when he shows up at the manor to meet up with Alfred for tea.

would it be better or worse if he wasn’t even really getting along with the rest of the family at that point? either way you play it, jason has a bunch of redundancies for his safe houses, and he was trained just as well as any of them. there has to be at least one or two he’s managed to keep secret from the rest of the bats. 

jay doesn’t really make a habit of carrying explosives in his helmet anymore; that was really more of a one-off when he first came back to gotham. since then, he generally just carries more explosives with him to make up for it. because of that, and because he’s usually fighting standard-grade humans, it’s not all that likely that he tosses his helmet aside in the middle of a fight.

a warehouse blows. red hood was in it, they know that (it all but had “This Is A Trap For Red Hood” written all over it), and when searching it, the bats find the badly burnt remnants of hood’s shattered helmet. no body, but –

it’s easy to assume the worst. it’s already happened once, after all. they hold on to hope for a week, but they haven’t been able to find any sign of jason. he can’t be raised on his comms, he hasn’t been in any of the safe houses that they know of, oracle couldn’t find any sign of him on cameras. 

no sign of him in a hospital or even leslie’s clinic, no body matching his description in the morgue. (that last doesn’t mean anything. no body at the warehouse, but someone had set the trap – they could have easily dumped it somewhere else.)

there’s no sign of him, living or dead, anywhere in the city so far as they can tell.

red hood’s been throwing himself into ever-escalating fights since he came back to gotham, and finally they have to assume that this time, his luck didn’t hold long enough for him to get out. 

the family sinks into some kind of shock. it’s impossible to believe that they lost him again.

it’s not something that can even be explained to the public. how do you explain that you’re in fresh mourning for a son and brother that was declared dead over half a decade ago? 

then again, all the bats are good at hiding how they feel. 

they mourn quietly, but they mourn.

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anonymous asked:

Is it weird that when I first saw that the guy had yellow eyes, I immediately thought Azazel was back? I just had an immediate flashback to season six when Dean was hallucinating Azazel and the hallucination said something along the lines of: God brought Cas back, why not me?

Add a little spice… to all that sugar :D

I think we all had a kind of moment where we thought that, especially where Ramiel said “sweetheart” to Mary - he was just being intimidating, it turned out, but it was definitely set up to make us think it for a moment >.> I mean we weren’t to know there were any more demons with yellow eyes out there. 

Incidentally, I saw wank that happened to mention in passing that it was confirmed that he was the only yellow eyed demon, because the other demons said so, and therefore it was canon breaking to add more YED to the game, so I searched every episode transcript for references to “yellow” in any episode with a demon between 1x21 where they found out he had yellow eyes, and 3x04 where Azazel is named (there REALLY aren’t many) and Meg only calls him “Yellow Eyes” in 2x14 when pretending to be Sam (otherwise she calls him father I guess), and one of the 7 Sins calls him that when talking directly to the Winchesters, as “your yellow eyed friend” - and the demons seemed to know enough that the Winchesters weren’t privy to his name, and honestly, I think names have power for things such as making summoning or binding demons easier, so it’s probably common to NOT give out names - I mean look what happened in 6x04 when Bobby got Crowley’s real name :P And we never, ever found out Meg’s, which goes to show how much she really trusted them. Anyway in 3x04 Casey is really sniffy about how they DON’T all call him Yellow Eyes and casually calls him Azazel (because I guess if he’s dead his name has no power over him anyway) and THEN we find out. Of course it’s said in such a way to make it sound like the demons find it quite amusing that the Winchesters didn’t know his name, and would use a name to distinguish him, which now we know there are 3 other Yellow Eyed Demons makes a ton of sense. None of it confirms he was the only one…

I suppose this will never reach that person and wouldn’t convince them if they did because they’ve started to really really hate the show this season and have had me blocked forever probably for not-hating the show since we’ve never, ever crossed paths so they must have blocked me after reading something I said second hand… But I felt like I had to defend that point somewhere and I remembered it reading this XD

Anyway in a way bringing back a set of YED does metaphorically resurrect Azazel and put him back into the narrative - his ghost is right there with them every time they show their eyes, and even if none of them are a “fanatic” like him, dealing with the Princes of Hell for Sam and Mary especially is like, literally confronting their demons. 

(I am sort of pissed off because the novel I’m working on basically has this premise for the main character and her long-presumed-dead father who suddenly reappears in her life and she goes off to metaphorically confront her demons with him only to end up literally confronting a demon that represents a ton of the bad stuff in her life, and whose presence eventually changes both their paths. Like, wow, I’ve only been pecking away at that story since like 2010 or whatever, thanks Supernatural, can you please STOP :P)

i’m still not over the fact that guy faye read “emma stone, best actress,” and her first thought was not “oh they’ve probably mixed up the envelopes” but “hmm i’ll just announce this for best picture same difference” like what kinda fool ass

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          You are all wonderful writers and have made writing
          here a really fun experience for me ♡ ♡ ♡ !!

          Soo um Thank You  ♡ ♡ ♡ !!

anonymous asked:

Is the room a beautiful masterpiece? Does it make you cry?

*sniff*  Listen okay. When I first watched the room I doubted it’s beauty and greatness. I thought it was just another b-movie out there in the world, quick to be forgotten. It wasn’t until I watched it for the 5th time, did I understand the amazing script, the memorable actors, and the emotional ride, did I truly fall in love with this masterpiece. Okay guys I’m getting emotional just thinking about it. I don’t want to cry again about this movie,,

black-kpop-fan  asked:

Hello there! I just thought that I would say a few things then ask a question after. Well, first, I would like to express my gratitude towards you for making videos on YouTube that include us Black people. They gave me insight that K-Pop stars, or Asians in general, like Black people. And as for my question? I was wondering if you knew if any K-Pop stars would visit the Caribbean on their World Tour. I would like to know. Thank you for everything again. Love goes out to you. ^^

Thank you! ❤ so far I haven’t seen any dates yet but that would be amazing if they did

Berry funny…

Just simple drawing of SwapBros!
Recently I’ve been playing Pokemon Sun and Moon and on berry field I heard a “berry pun” - first thought? Underswap Pap!
Couldn’t resist drawing that~

I can see Undertale everywhere… I might have a problem… ಠ_ಠ

If anyone has done this before - I’m sorry and here’s my version! :)

thecrabqueen  asked:

or the prickly dogfish! first photo i saw of it, i thought it was a dead specimen but uh. no. they just. they just look like that.

Thanks for the suggestion! This one seems to be very poorly known, so I doubt I can gather up enough data to do a review of it. It’s sad too, because I’d love to write an article of something that looks like this: