this is so true btw


It’s always been true.

My sister’s thoughts while watching eyewitness:

• She loved Tyler (not that I was surprised, she’s got a type)
• every time Ryan appeared “no nOO NOT YOU AGAIN”
• Helen lost a lot of cookie points in the last few episodes but by the end she was loving her again
• Gabe as BestFatherOfTheYear™
• “Tony I love you but for fuck’s sake sTOP GIVING OUT CONFIDENTIAL INFORMATION TO PEOPLE!”
• during the finale: “Anne no no no nOO”
• “Lukas’ hair was so fake honestly please let him have his natural hair colour next time”
• during the sex scene: “oh my god they’re..? They’re doing it??? Isn’t Lukas in pain??? Stop! Guys no, no, ahi, painful, stop trying to take his shirt off he jUST GOT SHOT!”
• “ok I love this tv show and I’m gonna scream if we don’t get season 2
• but
• everything
• is
• liteRaLLY
• who was in charge?? Why did they decide the show needed to be this grey blob???”

So all in all I can say she loved it and she is now a true eyewitness fan.
Mission accomplished.


#i’ve lived a good life #but sorry friends this was it

Soulmate Special #11 - Belphegor

This au is dedicated to the lovely @yeolfindlottoloves!  A completely horrible influence, she’s responsible for me starting one of my other blogs, we bonded over angst and she paired me with Mukuro because “we both like revenge (so not true btw).  Despite this, you’re a fairly awesome person to get to know, and I’ve loved every minute of it ;)

~Because this is a celebration it’s not angst, but I’ve still got those planned for you, don’t you worry~

Soulmate AU where if you dye your hair, your soulmate’s hair color changes as well

In a world where there were many ways of determining your soulmates, not everyone was lucky enough to have one of those straightforward marks they were born with.  You happened to be one of the unlucky ones, unable to find any clue to how you would discover your soulmate.  

You spent hours going through blogs and google trying to narrow down the list, however, it felt like when you crossed one off the list, two others would take its place on the ever growing lists of potentials.

You had a dream with dragons.  Well, you probably weren’t one of the ones who could see what happened to your soulmate while you were asleep.  But then you found the “wake up in your soulmate’s body on a specific birthday” or where “whatever nervous tic you were doing is what you’re soulmate was doing.”

What if it was that “you couldn’t see the color of your soulmate’s eyes until you met them”?  What if you were missing seeing one of the colors and you didn’t even know it? What if your soulmate’s eyes were blue and you thought you could see blue, but the color of the sky was actually just the color that you were going to see until you met your soulmate and then it would turn to a different color?  And everyone just supposed you could see blue because you had always said that the sky was blue but that was because you were told the sky was blue and so you thought you were seeing blue but what you were seeing wasn’t actually a color?  

…unlikely.  But still, possible.  

Needless to say, you could be a little tense about it sometimes.  And it didn’t always help that everyone around you seemed to be able to find their soulmates easily.  Or, at the very least, had one of the easier to deciper soulmarks.  Like “a countdown to your soulmate” or “a tattoo that tells you what you’re soulmate is most passionate about.”  Hell, at this point, you’d even welcome “a list of all your soulmate’s worst qualities on your arm.”

But no, life continued on.  You got older and saw more people meet their soulmates and find happiness and ever-lasting joy and you stayed single and anxiety ridden with worrying that maybe you would miss meeting your soulmate.  Or that you would meet them and you wouldn’t know it was them because you didn’t have a single clue as to who they were.

And then one day, it happened.

You woke up early for the first day of your new job, went to the bathroom.  Took your shower, went to brush your teeth and screamed.  

Staring back at you were your eyes and your face, but above that was definitely not your hair.

Or more precisely, it was your hair, just not the color you went to bed with the night before.  Brilliantly colored a truly ugly shade of green there could be no doubt that this was a result of your soulbond.

You had read about this one and laughed at it – thinking how ridiculous it was.  How you really hoped that you wouldn’t get this one.  That the years of not knowing would be worth it if you avoided this one.

But no, luck apparently, was never on your side.

And of course it would happen your first day at work…because when else would it happen?  Granted it was just a low-level entry position, but you wanted to present yourself professionally.  You scowled as you looked at your hair.  This was not professional. 

Luckily, problems caused by unmet soulmates tended to be given a certain amount of free passes. 

Bel punched his mirror.  For the past two years he had been put through hell and it was all that damn Frog’s fault.  

Once upon a time, the idiot illusionist had decided that it would be funny to dye the Prince’s hair green.  An absolutely hideous shade of green.  Which would have been fine, for the most part.  No missions for the next week, murder the Froggie and everything would have gone back to normal with Lus’ help.

Except apparently, this was the way his soulbond manifested itself.  

And this had irritated his soulmate.  

Revenge (totally misplaced, he might add) had been swift and merciless.

He had just managed to get the green out when his hair shimmered for a moment before going bubblegum pink. 

He had scowled, accepting the challenge.  And a battle that would go down in the history books started.

Apparently his soulmate had the mind of a strategist, because you had let his redye pass without incident.  Until right in the middle of a mission, Christmas Eve, half his hair went red, the other half green. He assumed you were using the same excuse as he - after all, unless someone was in the same room when he did, no one could prove that he had actually been the one to dye his hair pink and yellow for Easter - giving you a nice head of hair for the family pictures.  

But now…now he was left to figure out a way to top sparkles.  How the hell had you even managed that anyway?

Central Washington gothic:

  • It’s summer and the air is thick with heat. It comes off the ground in waves, making you see things. That’s what you tell yourself, at least: it’s the heat.
  • In the summer, the world around you burns, and hardly anyone even seems to notice, anymore, even when the sun darkens in the cloudless sky, the night glows red, and you can taste the smoke.
  • A thunder cloud rolls in and you wait for the rain but it doesn’t come. It never comes.
  • You know a spot just outside of town where you can sit and see the Milky Way at night, but you don’t go there anymore. That’s not the only thing you can see out there.
  • Strange lights hover over Hanford at night. Everyone knows they’re there, but no one talks about them.
  • People say that more cars go into Hanford than come out.
  • You have a jar of Mt. St. Helens ash in your house. Everyone does. You don’t remember how it got there.
  • It used to get almost unnaturally quiet during the winter, when it still snowed all the time. It hardly ever snows, anymore, but it still gets just as quiet. Too quiet.
  • The patches of wilderness that grow by the rivers make you nervous. There’s thousands of stories about the things that lurk in there. You prefer the sprawling, sagebrush covered steppe, where it’s more difficult for things to hide.
  • A tumbleweed rolls across the highway. You don’t think twice about it until you remember that there’s no wind.
  • There are hills in the distance. There are always hills in the distance, but you never seem to reach them.
  • You find yourself engulfed as a dust storm covers the highway. As you pull over and wait for it to pass, you swear you can see things moving in there.
  • The windows shake and you tell yourself that it’s just the thunder, even though the storm has all but passed.

anonymous asked:

Why is koichi so small? He didn't even grow in Vento Aureo. He looks like an angry turnip

In an attempt to appeal to kawaii demographics, Araki decided to create a chibi style character…but since he can’t draw chibi to save his life, Koichi was the result - so he is permanently stuck in a smol frame and must be protected

anonymous asked:

lmao kaylornation is dragging you

see i could write a novel about her being a horrible person but considering one time she said taylor deserves slut shaming because all of her relationships are fake and she calls the paparazzi 100% of the time, i think erin does a pretty good job of dragging herself.

anonymous asked:

I just saw George Clooney and Amal shopping for strollers at Babies-R-Us. I even posted that I saw them on FB. I was so shocked I didn't get a picture. But again I posted it on FB so it is true, I swear! See what I did there? BTW - I'm not thrilled about Japanese embroidery either but I'm having a hard time finding SM groups to ridicule. Can you recommend some?

See, this is why I’m so happy all the time.  If I traveled in the Clooney circles I would believe you.  I mean, why not?  I read about their twins already so you’re not starting rumours, and what do could you possibly have to gain by telling a story like this anonymously?  Nothing.  Pictures schmictures.  My Clooney ship would sail on, happy that they are shopping for quality at Babies-R-Us.  My career as an anti however, is not going as smoothly.  Turns out it’s not as easy as they make it look.  I fell in love with the first brightly coloured bird picture I saw and my first class starts next week. 

The Signs as Customers I've had at Work
  • Aries: The man who punched the self checkouts because they weren't scanning fast enough
  • Taurus: The man who swore up one side of a barn and down the other that it was illegal to check ID before we would return his item
  • Gemini: The person who went to get their headlights changed in Auto Parts and forgot that his weed was stashed there
  • Cancer: The woman who paid for $40 in plants with nickles and dimes. At closing.
  • Leo: The woman whose cart I latched onto to prevent her from stealing a $600 vacuum and almost dragged me outside
  • Virgo: The person who returned a microwave with a roast chicken inside, that somehow ended up in the warehouse for months before anyone realized what the smell was (Okay I wasn't really here for this but I heard the stories)
  • Libra: The person who walked into the store, took a tent from our sports section, then walked out the back receiving doors
  • Scorpio: The man who came into the store and cussed out the Sports manager because she wasn't speaking French
  • Sagittarius: The man who managed to steal not one, but two chainsaws in the span of 2 months
  • Capricorn: The woman who threatened to have us all fired for asking her to leave her backpack at the front
  • Aquarius: The woman who tried to get me to let her children have the gum they'd taken off the shelf, opened, and eaten, for free because she didn't have any change
  • Pisces: The old man who bought $60 in ant killer and spent the entire transaction muttering about how 'they were all going to pay'
western massachusetts gothic
  • When did the Loew’s go up? It must have been over the winter. Next to it another big boxy store is expanding, and the construction brings the traffic to a standstill. In the distance you can see the oldest strip malls, one on either side of the street. They’re under construction too. The work lifts your eyes skyward, to the vault forming high overhead.
  • In the spring the snowbanks recede like glaciers, revealing what was buried beneath them. Sometimes you go for a walk to look at what was left behind. For the most part it’s sand and smooth stones, crushed coffee cups, cigarette butts, the usual debris of winter. You’ve learned to ignore the things with too many legs or bones. The town cleans them up in the dead of night.
  • Every town has a Congregational church, whitewashed like a tomb. The service hours are posted on the sign, but you don’t know anyone who attends and you don’t ask. All are built on high stone foundations, to prevent the uninitiated from peering through the windows and witnessing what goes on inside.
  • All the hills make radio reception spotty. The college stations seem to broadcast precisely as far as the town line, and in some spots you can listen to stations in Hartford. Sometimes, when you’re driving alone at night, the radio calls you by name and gives you directions, and you know to turn it off and drive in silence.
  • Potholes are everywhere, laying in wait patiently like spiders. Some of them last for years, growing deeper and more dangerous and spreading slowly. So slowly. The potholes are inexorable, but they are very slow. Usually there’s time to find a new place to live when they come for you.
  • The fall foliage hasn’t had its color for years now. “Climate change,” you tell anyone who asks. What were those colors? What were they like? Why can’t you remember? Were the sunsets always gray?
  • Aries: Irene Adler
  • Taurus: Mycroft Holmes
  • Gemini: John Watson
  • Cancer: Molly Hooper
  • Leo: Greg Lestrade
  • Virgo: Mary Morstan
  • Libra: Anthea
  • Scorpio: James Moriarty
  • Sagittarius: Janine Hawkins/Mrs Hudson
  • Capricorn: Sally Donovan
  • Aquarius: Sherlock Holmes
  • Pisces: Philip Anderson