this is photographic proof

Guys they got photographic proof of a supposedly extinct Australian bird that hadn’t been seen for 100 years and now they have ‘plausible’ sightings of the Tasmanian tiger that they’re going to go investigate

If they find some alive I’m going to lose my shit

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Childhood friends!AU where Jimin is a famous dancer and Jungkook is majoring in photography and everyone wonders why they aren’t dating already. [33/??]

anonymous asked:

Where are all the photos of Mads wearing his actual prescription glasses on his actual face?????? urghghghhhhhh I've seen them on top of his head and hanging from his shirt collar just teasing me! WHAT GIVES? Where are the photos hiding??? (prop glasses for characters he's played don't count and neither do sunglasses) I will combust with photographic proof. -_-

hahaha well there’s this old pic from Shanghai:

and that’s literally all I can dig up, as you say he really likes using his glasses as a headband instead, who knows why ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Prompt: Can you do a soulmate au where jughead and the reader can only see the world in black and white but once they see each others eyes they can see color? Also can the reader be a really quiet and shy photographer but friendly and kinda loud when around people she knows well?? Ps: I really love your blog💕

A/N: I hope you like this!! It turned out more poetic than I thought it was going to? Oops. (It’s also almost 4am so my brain is like fried? Hopefully it made some sense.) xx

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Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

The world had hidden colors within reach.

Black and White hid the vibrant colors from those who weren’t lucky enough to find their soulmate at a young age.

Some saw colors at age 6.

While Some never saw the greens and blues the world had to offer.

In the small town of Riverdale, it was uncommon for those to find their soulmate with those they grew up with.

But there was always childhood friends who find themselves staring at their soulmate’s eyes and seeing colors bleed out of the plain black and white.

You were different than the others.

The Black and White. It captivated you.

The idea of vibrant colors. The Purples, pinks. All of it made you wonder how it came from the black and whites.

How could one look in a stranger’s eyes make you seen a whole rainbow of colors?

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Trump’s press conference today held by Press Secretary, Sean Spicer, where they claimed that Trump had the largest inauguration turnout in history was nothing but authoritarian propaganda at work. 

Despite evidence (and estimates) to the contrary and photographic/first hand proof they are pushing out this claim. Then they are stating that anyone who says otherwise is a liar, and refused to take questions on the matter from the press. Do not ignore this, this was the first official as president and they made it clear what they’re going to be saying to the public these next 4-8 years and hold news organizations accountable when they report his baseless claims without question. Don’t let them make it easy to spread blatant propaganda.  

Friendship Is Nice. Friendship and Lingerie Is Nicer.

Summary: CS Modern AU. Friends to Lovers. Emma gets some new lingerie and, intending to get approval from her friends, accidentally sends some revealing pictures to the wrong group chat. Smut ensues.

tagging @emmasbutt who has put up w/ my incessant chatter while writing this fic ♥

Rated M. 6.6k words ~ also on ao3

Emma Swan has not owned a decent set of lingerie in far too long. It’s not as if she’s had anyone to wear it around, has had any need for it. The thought of needing an upgrade to her sexy wardrobe isn’t something her friends have needled her about in a while and therefore, hasn’t crossed her mind.

She’s just gotten her income tax money and seeing as she’s finally in a financially stable enough place in her life to not need to spend the money on bills, she takes a slightly reluctant but much-needed trip to the nearest mall. Too many unstylishly ripped jeans and torn t-shirts have been piling up in her wardrobe and, really, her lack of anything that ranges outside the bounds of leather and simple cotton is kind of sad.

She’s made a decent dent in her wallet—a couple of sheer shirts (who knew sheer was so in), a floral dress, a little black dress Ruby will whole-heartedly approve of, a nice green jacket that is decidedly not leather, and even a pencil skirt—when she passes the Victoria’s Secret.

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AU in nyc where even gets hired for a levi’s campaign and meets isak on set. he’s not sure about the photographer’s vision but rolls with it, spending the day with isak trying his best to put the story into the style. they’re both very professional and work through each shot, giving each other feedback behind the monitor and taking pics on their phones of the ones they like the best. at the end of the day they exchange numbers but then go their separate ways.

a week later isak texts even to join him and his friends at a club. he’s been raving about this hot guy to his friends but admits he’s been too shy to ask him out, so they give him the perfect excuse. even can’t make it though, and promises a rain check.

they go back and forth like this for a few more weeks, texting about work related things and trying to fit into each other’s schedules. they get proofs from the photographer and negotiate who gets to instagram which shots. slowly they invade each other’s social media, in constant contact digitally but still not able to meet up again. still, they survive on daily updates, from mundane pictures of their breakfasts to flirty selfies in bed.

and then a publicist from levi’s emails them, requesting that they attend the billboard campaign reveal and do a small amount of press. they would need to arrive early for hair & make-up, and levi’s would give them the outfits featured in the shoot. isak is excited about the extended promotion and potential for more work, but also because he’ll finally see even.

even is excited too, because he’s been wanting to do this for a while. not the whole campaign, it’s pretty standard for him at this point, but the chance to wear his favorite jacket again. the chance to walk down the street toward isak and wrap his arms around him again. the chance to kiss him again, for all the world to see. the chance for their story.

anonymous asked:

Hello – I was wondering if you could please write a future!Iggy-centric scenario where his vision is restored, and he’s with his wife and young daughter (5-7 years old, maybe?) and together they’re combing through many years of photos that were taken (I headcanon that Prompto and his s/o chronicle EVERYTHING in the hopes of sharing it with him one day ^^). Extra bonus if Prompto and Gladio are there with them, and Prompto brought his own stash of pics. =) Thanks so much!

This is adorable! I hope this drabble is okay. It’s technically a little long to be considered a drabble, but I think it’s also too short to be an actual one-shot. It’s full of fluff and feels, so I hope you like it!

The light was still so bright. It had been a month now that Ignis’ vision had been restored—with the help of a very risky operation with a talented surgeon and the assistance of a white mage.  He’d finally gotten his bandages off a few days prior and was able to actually see. When he saw you for the first time since he met you all those years ago when he first left the Crown City, he cried. When he was finally able to lay his eyes on his daughter, his own flesh and blood, he broke down.

Your daughter, Amelie, clung to her father and begged him not to be sad. It was a happy moment, she’d said. For a six year old, she was terribly smart, not unlike her father.

After spending a few much-needed days with his family (and a few long nights in bed), Ignis decided that he was ready to see his friends again. You’d invited Prompto and Gladio to the house for a visit.

“Iggy!” Prompto exclaimed, tackling his friend in a hug the moment he opened the door. “You can see again! Holy shit!”

“It’s quite the miracle,” Ignis agreed. He pointed at Prompto’s chin, the blond hairs neatly groomed into a small goatee. “How long ago were you able to grow this?”

“A few years ago—hey, wait a second—”

“Good to see you, Specs,” Gladio snorted, pulling his friend into a hug. “How’s the wife and Amelie?”

“Oh, how rude of me,” Ignis apologized, moving aside to let his friends in. “Come in. Amelie insisted on helping her mother prepare tea and pastries for your visit today.”

You emerged from the kitchen, a bit of flour on your cheek. “Hi boys!” you greeted, wiping your hands on your pants. Ignis came over and wiped the flour away, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek. You blushed, gently smacking him on the arm. “Refreshments are almost ready. Go head over to the living room and we’ll bring them in soon.”

The guys went to the next room, with Ignis sitting in his armchair while Gladio and Prompto sat down on the couch. They engaged in small talk, asking Ignis about the surgery and the healing process. Just as Ignis was describing the moment he saw his daughter for the first time, she walked into the room, carefully holding a large tray of baked goods. Her tongue stuck out the side of her mouth, laser-focused on not dropping anything as she made her way to the coffee table.

“Hey, squirt,” Gladio grinned, ruffling the top of her head as she deposited the tray without any casualties. “How’ve you been?”

“Hi, Uncle Gladio,” she replied politely with a curtsy. “Hi, Uncle Prompto. I was just helping Mommy make some croissants. I made these ones!” She pointed to the small, slightly misshapen croissants that were completely covered in icing sugar. “You have to eat them all.”

“Done and done,” Prompto saluted the little girl and dove in as you brought the tea and Ebony into the room.

“Woah, Prom,” you snorted, handing Ignis his Ebony before pouring tea for everyone else. “Slow down or you’ll choke.”

“No I won’t,” he retorted with a full mouth. Gladio rolled his eyes, pulling Amelie into his lap. She tugged at his hair and he told her she could braid it, but she had to be gentle. Ignis just smiled. He missed his friends and their antics. He sipped his coffee as you kissed him on the cheek and retreated momentarily.

“Love?” he called, glancing over to the hallway. “Where are you going?”

You returned with a shoe box, one that looked rather worn and sat on the arm of the chair. You draped an arm over his shoulder and placed the box in his lap.

“I wanted to show you something. Prompto brought something for you as well.”

Ignis looked up at you questioningly, but opened the lid of the box. Inside was stacks upon stacks of photographs, spanning over ten years. Ignis picked them up, his fingers shaking as his eyes scanned over the images. He looked up at you again, tears in his eyes.

“You…kept all these?”

“I wanted to show them to you one day,” you smiled, leaning your forehead against his. “I never gave up on the possibility of you being able to see again one day, Iggy. I didn’t want you to miss anything. Look,” you held up a small stack tied with a lavender ribbon. “These are from when Amelie was born. The first time you held her, her first steps…”

You went on, showing him the different stages of your relationship, and photos of Amelie as she grew up. He finally had visuals to go with the memories he kept safe in his mind. He couldn’t get the smile off his face.

“You are the most incredible person I’ve ever known,” he gushed, holding you close. “Thank you for this.”

“Where’s my hug?” Prompto chimed in, holding up his own stack of photos. “I brought pictures too!” He handed the photos over, and Ignis laughed as he went through them. “They’re of us. All of us, back when we were younger.”

Ignis stopped as he came across a picture of himself, Prompto, Gladio, and Noctis. It was before he’d lost his vision in Altissia, and they all looked so happy. He sighed, quietly, gripping the photo a little tighter in his fingers.

You smoothed his hair comfortingly. “He’d be so happy for you,” you told him. “For all of us.”

“I know,” Ignis agreed. He looked over at Amelie, beckoning her over. She hopped down from Gladio’s lap, who now had pigtail braids on each side of his head, and climbed into her father’s lap. He pointed at Noctis’ face and said, “This is your Uncle Noctis.”

“Is Uncle Noctis the one who brought the light back?” Amelie asked, looking up at Ignis. He nodded, taking in a shaky breath.

“He’s the reason why your mother and I met in the first place.”

Amelie smiled, taking the photo in her hands. She kissed the picture before looking down at it fondly. “Thanks, Uncle Noct.”

Ignis let out a laugh and held Amelie close. He couldn’t believe how fortunate he’d become—he thought that after losing his vision, he would never live a normal life again. He never thought you’d stay with him, much less marry him. He never imagine himself as a father, because he never allowed himself to think of a life separate from his service to the Crown. But with his daughter in his lap, you at his side, and photographic proof that he’d been through hell and lived, he knew he was the luckiest man on Eos.