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i’m setting my queue right now because i’m about to go out + i’m trying to spread out the birthday asks ( I’M SO SORRY FOR THOSE ON MOBILE ALKSJFALJDF i really do like to save all the messages though ;;;;; )

 but please blacklist puffday17 if you can so you don’t get spammed! love you guys so much and thank you for all the well wishes! i’m so lucky and blessed for you guys! 🌸🍉🎊🎈🍬🍨🌷 

mileeisgoingcrazy  asked:

Okay I may have just spent over an hour reading the messages because they gave me life and I love your blog a lot,,, (but that's not important) but can I make a request that Keith goes to text Shiro and gets Lance instead while Lance was gonna text Allura and texts Keith? (When they go to pine to their pining confident but both miss horribly and Klance happens)

hi hello yes this is my first post after being gone for like DAYS and i’m so sorry but i love you all and hope you’ve been well 💜

(ง’̀-‘́ )ง  ( ’̀-‘́ ง)  nowww kiss

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BS:  I think Max ends up with Liesel. I don’t think it happens right away, but as they grow up, I think he’s the only person that she’s got and she’s the only person that he’s got. Having gone through what the two of them went through, there’s a bond that’s unparalleled. It would be futile to look to establish something beyond t h a t between two human beings.

for dills

WELCOME TO THE MONSTER FACTORY

KNIFE DAD

Knife Dad loves his children very much, and by “children”, I mean “knives”. His head isn’t bad. One thing I want to get in here is that if he sees a knife, he legally owns it. He eats knives for fuel. Not his kid-knives, though. Why’s his head look like that? Don’t sweat it. He has to keep eating knives to avoid eating his children knives. Knife Dad is Stan Lee.

He fuccs like a broken train, but he runs on time, if you know what I mean. He’s part wolf, part mech, part rabbit, part fox, part sunglasses, part dragon, part dad, all dad, all knives. If you unbutton his shirt, a bunch of knives will fall out, and the he’ll die, because he’s just a bunch of knives under there.

Can I be honest with you? Like I know we’ve only known each other for what a month. But damn, my feelings for you are off of the charts. And I know when we hang out, I get all flustered and shy, because you do something to me. I’m not very good at speaking, and I’m not very good in letting my feelings be known. But I really like you. And it’s not just like I’m attracted to you. But let me explain it. It’s like when I’m with you, every little part of my body and soul rejoices, because for once in my life I’m with someone who seeks to understands me. Someone who laughs at my jokes, and in turn I laugh at theirs, and someone I feel like something can actually happen. But I’m so freaking afraid that you don’t feel the same way. That’s why sometimes I don’t answer you right away, or I act like I don’t care, but I really do, because I am also at the same time trying to protect myself. Because the last time I felt this way about someone, they left, and I was broken for a long time. But I feel like you’re different, and I like you. And I’m sorry this is tangent but, I just gotta let you know, why I say things and why I do things. I just wanted to let you know.
—  (via young-wildandfresh)
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SPL’s List of Lovely Ladies Céline Dion

Please don’t make your career your life. Let it be your passion, let it bring you pleasure, but don’t let it become your identity. You are so much more valuable than that.

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5x14 My Bloody Valentine

Dean: Oh, you’re so full of crap.

Famine: Oh, you can smirk and joke and lie to your brother, lie to yourself, but not to me! I can see inside you, Dean. I can see how broken you are, how defeated. You can’t win, and you know it. But you just keep fighting. Just… keep going through the motions. You’re not hungry, Dean, because inside, you’re already… dead.

‘Stay still’

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Genre: Smut (dry humping)

Word Count: 1,8k

@loveluhan07 request: “ Can I request a Luhan smut when he dry humps you in a public train? Btw I love your blog, keep going ❤”



     It’s still early in the morning. The cold air of spring is felt mostly on the train perron, where you are in the queue at the patisserie, waiting for your pretzel. Your cheeks are rosy because of the cool breezes that envelop the surrounding mountains and the whole perron. Your boyfriend is right behind you, taking care of your suitcases.

‘Do you want something? I’ll take a pretzel.’

'No, it’s okay.’ He murmurs with his throaty voice, a specific morning one. A wide smile appears on your pink lips when you see his sleepy eyes.

'Yeah, I think it’s still too early for you.’

'Maybe because someone is talking in the sleep and I couldn’t sleep very well, you know…’

'Why suddenly so rebellious?’ You chuckle and he wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you into him.

'Because once we’ll arrive, I can’t be rebellious anymore.’

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9x11 “First Born” // 12x12 “Stuck in the Middle (with You)”
Knight of Hell & Prince of Hell: Immunity

Just because… well… they sure used everything about Cain and the way he lived and the whole storyline as an inspiration when creating Ramiel…

ends

Of course it’s her, was all Chat could think as his months-long search for his fated partner came to an end with a dizzying crash. Of fucking course it was her.

He was starting to suspect divine intervention. Or witchcraft.

Because every single time he thought he was moving on from his hopeless crush, every time he thought he’d finally be able to stop swallowing that bitter pill when she smiled like that at anyone else, finally be able to stop stumbling over his words when she smiled like that at him, every single time…

It ended up being her.

Girl that had him blushing all night at his first masquerade ball? Marinette.

Person he ended up exchanging notes with during his computer class through all of his last year of collége? Marinette.

Super awesome superhero who was protecting Paris actual real live supervillains like it was a piece of cake while he ran himself ragged trying to catch a few common muggers? It was Marinette.

Falling in love with your best friend was hard.

It was hard and nobody understood.

Especially not said best friend, who was now dangling them both from some conveniently-placed overhang in her yo-yo line, her adorably ferocious glare melting away into shock.

“Adrien?!” Ladybug whisper-hissed, shocked and horrified.

Yep. That was him.

“What are you doing here?” she half screeched, like a pet owner who’d come home to find her house ruined.

Chat could relate.

Not getting over you, obviously, he did not say.

(Fuck his life.)

“Well,” he sighed, letting go of his momentary betrayal and helplessness on the breath, “I was trying to catch a mugger.”

“A mugger,” she repeated flatly.

“I think he got away,” Chat confessed, craning his neck to look at the street below them.

“Adrien…” Ladybug started, and then stopped. “…You know, everyone in Paris thinks you’re some kind of… destructo cat-burglar.”

Chat twitched.

“I know.”

I thought you were some destructo cat-burglar.”

Ouch.”

“Sorry.”

He gave her an arch look. “I don’t believe you.”

Ladybug breathed deep, a millimeter away from an exasperated sigh. Then, in a comically robotic voice: “You’re Chat Noir. I can’t believe it.”

He managed to hold onto the look for only a few seconds longer, and then burst into snickers. “Sailor Moon and a meme. Nice.”

“Only because I love you,” she said, easy as breathing, and it took everything in Chat not to catch his breath, to keep laughing like nothing of note had just happened.

Of course.

Of course it was her.

  • Black Fairy: Tomorrow is a very special day for Emma Swan
  • Me: YUP BECAUSE TOMORROW SHE'S GETTING MARRIED TO THE LOVE OF HER LIFE
  • Black Fairy: Tomorrow is the day she dies
  • Me: SORRY CAN'T HEAR YOU OVER THE RINGING OF ALL THE WEDDING BELLS
It’s Quiet Uptown [Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader]

Request: None, this is part of my queue list for filler fics.

Summary: You are Lin’s wife and you’ve been expecting a baby. You’re Pippa’s understudy and you discover that you had a miscarriage. This takes place while you’re performing as Eliza.

A/N: I wanted to write some ‘angst’ because I need to brush up on my CrushingSoulsTM skills. As usual, feedback, requests, and questions are open! Thank you, love!

Disclaimer: Personally, I had never experience miscarriage and I do not intend of offending anyone i’m very sorry if I do offend you. Just know that I’m here for you

Warning: Angst & mentions of miscarriage

Word Count: 1,170

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The Patrick Birthday Project!

Patrick will be 33 soon and I was hoping the fandom would help me make this a birthday to remember!!

It’s pretty simple, the goal is to create a video with fans from all over the world explaining why they love this inspirational, talented and amazing man!!

If you would consider participating in giving Patrick an amazing birthday gift from his fandom then please reblog or like.

I would love to know how many people might be interested! :)

If enough people are interested, I’ll make a post with all the details!!

Thank you!

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every time lexa says clarke’s name: 18/?

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what i’m loving the most about this scene is that, despite the non-existent history between these two, emori and clarke create this very big contrast between each other: the one who wasn’t loved (emori) vs. the one who was loved (clarke), and the one who thinks they have no choice “you think i have a choice?” (emori) vs. the one who has realized that they always have a choice (clarke).

i love that clarke gets this very close view into emori’s life, because i always found it to be necessary for her to talk to someone on this level - more as an individual who gets to have a heart-to-heart, rather than a leader. it’s not just emori truthfully opening up in this scene about her experiences, insecurities and rage and other types of emotions, but also clarke, who is pushed into a rather sincere communication (if you look at things from her pov) which she initiates.

the things she shares with the audience and emori are so terrifyingly honest - e.g from the things she’s done as a leader and the fact that she can never understand what it feels like to be emori, to be truly alone; the conclusion she shares “but i do know what it feels like”, which harkens back to her first scene with abby where her mother tells her that “no. we have to make a choice” when clarke thinks they have no other choice than to just go along with whatever they need to do; the courage to embrace that truth about herself in these tiny steps; how the narrative highlights how she feels; and how her emotions in regards to her actions don’t even line up with the image of “the commander of death” that emori now places upon herself, because that title has always been less a descriptor of something clarke inherently is and more as something she’s perceived as due to what she has done. the writers make such good use of the “wanheda” image in this scene by poking holes into it, its pretty great imo.

and don’t even get me started on emori, i’m so down for that girl; she’s so different from any other character we’ve seen on this show so far - especially when you think of the things she was forced to do in order to survive, and how her view drastically sets itself apart from all the others in connection to those actions. anyone want a front-row seat for the time i express my weirdly endearing love for her? it’s for free, i promise. it makes all the more sense why she is so desperate on making this work out the way she planned it (not that i didn’t consider it before to be honest, but emori’s emotional expression put more truth into everything imo), and the twist is mind-freezing because it’s emori who propels the story into a whole new dimension for me, and you’ve got to have some serious talents in order to do that with a viewer like me, just saying, lol.

anyway. essentially this moment is functioning as such a great worst-case scenario for two characters who put themselves out there. it’s really fascinating.

i mean, i don’t even know what the point of this post is anymore, i’m kinda drifting. but i really love that clarke just gets to be clarke in this scene by creating a contrast to emori, who just gets to be really hardcore emori in this moment. their interaction creates such a great conflict in which you understand both.

i love people with derma who are scared to let their derma show.

to those who spend all their money on concealers and foundations, you are so strong.

to those who wear long sleeved shirts and pants to hide the sores on their bodies, you’re amazing.

to those who spend hours poring over skincare advice on the internet, to those who google “how to cover up scabs”, to those who make DIY facemasks you find on pinterest in hopes that your skin will magically heal itself. i’ve been there.

to those who feel shame, who feel anxiety or frustration, to those who feel like their “natural look” is ugly and gross. i love you so much. 

derma is so hard to beat, guys. sometimes you want to hide yourself away because you just feel ugly and disgusting. i promise you that’s okay. this is temporary. you will beat this, and be stronger in the end.