this is what the night does to me

anonymous asked:

in the opening scene of 'taking flight' the whole team looks at Keith strangely, when he's desperate for Lance to come out of the pod. however the only person who doesn't look at him is shiro. basically what I'm trying to say is: after the Bonding Moment, Keith immediately expressed his new feelings for Lance to his older brother. shiro k n o w s

of course he does keith goes every night in his room at 2 am on the dot to talk about lance and how much he loves him

RT to play 1-154:
  1. Full name
  2. Zodiac sign
  3. 3 Fears Spiders
  4. 3 things I love
  5. 4 turns ons
  6. 4 turns offs
  7. My best friend
  8. Sexual orientation
  9. My best first date
  10. How tall am I
  11. What do I miss

  12. What time were I born

  13. Favourite colour Black

  14. Do I have a crush

  15. Favourite quote

  16. Favourite place

  17. Favourite food

  18. Do I use sarcasm

  19. What am I listening to right now

  20. First thing I notice in new person

  21. Shoe size

  22. Eye colour

  23. Hair colour

  24. Favourite style of clothing

  25. Ever done a prank call?

  26. What colour of underwear I’m wearing now?

  27. Meaning behind my URL

  28. Favourite movie

  29. Favourite song

  30. Favourite band

  31. How I feel right now

  32. Someone I love

  33. My current relationship status

  34. My relationship with my parents

  35. Favourite holiday

  36. Tattoos and piercings?

  37. Tattoos and piercing i want

  38. The reason I joined Tumblr

  39. Do I and my last ex hate each other?

  40. Do I ever get “good morning” or “good night ” texts?

  41. Have I ever kissed the last person you texted?

  42. When did I last hold hands?

  43. How long does it take me to get ready in the morning?

  44. Have I shaved your legs in the past three days?

  45. Where am I right now?

  46. If I were drunk & can’t stand, who’s taking care of me?

  47. Do I like my music loud or at a reasonable level?

  48. Do I live with my Mom and Dad?

  49. Am I excited for anything?

  50. Do I have someone of the opposite sex I can tell everything to?

  51. How often do I wear a fake smile?

  52. When was the last time I hugged someone?

  53. What if the last person I kissed was kissing someone else right in front of me?

  54. Is there anyone I trust even though I should not?

  55. What is something I disliked about today?

  56. If I could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?

  57. What do I think about most?

  58. What’s my strangest talent?

  59. Do I have any strange phobias?

  60. Do I prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?
  61. What was the last lie I told?

  62. Do I prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?

  63. Do I believe in ghosts? How about aliens?

  64. Do I believe in magic?
  65. Do I believe in luck?

  66. What’s the weather like right now?

  67. What was the last book I’ve read?

  68. Do I like the smell of gasoline?

  69. Do I have any nicknames?

  70. What was the worst injury I’ve ever had?

  71. Do I spend money or save it?

  72. Can I touch my nose with a tongue?

  73. Is there anything pink in 10 feets from me?

  74. Favourite animal?

  75. What was I doing last night at 12 AM?

  76. What do I think is Satan’s last name is?

  77. What’s a song that always makes me happy when I hear it?

  78. How can you win my heart?

  79. What would I want to be written on my tombstone?

  80. What is my favourite word

  81. My top 5 blogs on tumblr

  82. If the whole world were listening to me right now, what would I say?

  83. Do I have any relatives in jail?

  84. I accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow me with the super-power of my choice! What is that power?

  85. What would be a question I’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

  86. What is my current desktop picture?

  87. Had sex?

  88. Bought condoms?

  89. Gotten pregnant?

  90. Failed a class?

  91. Kissed a boy?

  92. Kissed a girl?

  93. Have I ever kissed somebody in the rain?

  94. Had job?

  95. Left the house without my wallet?

  96. Bullied someone on the internet?

  97. Had sex in public?

  98. Played on a sports team?

  99. Smoked weed?

  100. Did drugs?

  101. Smoked cigarettes?

  102. Drank alcohol?

  103. Am I a vegetarian/vegan?

  104. Been overweight?

  105. Been underweight?

  106. Been to a wedding?

  107. Been on the computer for 5 hours straight?

  108. Watched TV for 5 hours straight?

  109. Been outside my home country?

  110. Gotten my heart broken?

  111. Been to a professional sports game?

  112. Broken a bone?

  113. Cut myself?

  114. Been to prom?

  115. Been in airplane?

  116. Fly by helicopter?

  117. What concerts have I been to?

  118. Had a crush on someone of the same sex?

  119. Learned another language?

  120. Wore make up?

  121. Lost my virginity before I was 18?

  122. Had oral sex?

  123. Dyed my hair?

  124. Voted in a presidential election?

  125. Rode in an ambulance?

  126. Had a surgery?

  127. Met someone famous?

  128. Stalked someone on a social network?

  129. Peed outside?

  130. Been fishing?

  131. Helped with charity?

  132. Been rejected by a crush?

  133. Broken a mirror?

  134. What do I want for birthday?

  135. How many kids do I want and what will be their names?

  136. Was I named after anyone?

  137. Do I like my handwriting?

  138. What was my favourite toy as a child?
  139. Favourite Tv Show?

  140. Where do I want to live when older?

  141. Play any musical instrument?

  142. One of my scars, how did I get it?

  143. Favourite pizza toping?

  144. Am I afraid of the dark?

  145. Am I afraid of heights?

  146. Have I ever got caught sneaking out or doing anything bad?

  147. Have I ever tried my hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?
  148. What I’m really bad at

  149. What my greatest achievements are

  150. The meanest thing somebody has ever said to me

  151. What I’d do if I won in a lottery

  152. What do I like about myself

  153. My closest Tumblr friend

  154. Something I fantasize about my ex

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Rule is to tag 9 people you want to know more.
Relationship status: happily committed, been together nearly 4 years
Favorite color: black and magenta, with black being the dominant color
Pets: none atm, when my daughter gets a little older i hope to get a hedgehog
Wake up: what’s that? lol, but seriously my daughter is one and i work third shift so i really only get to sleep when she does usually                                       Cats or dogs? cats                                           Coke or Pepsi: Coke from a fountain, pepsi from a can

Day or night: Night
Text or call: text, i hate when people call me
Chapstick or lipstick: Chapstick. I don’t use makeup.
City or country? i’ve lived in both, each has pros and cons for me, so i guess i don’t have a prefrence
Last book I read: Star Wars: Bloodline
Last song I listened to: Love on the Brain by Rihanna

Five facts about me:
1. My paternal grandmother was Prussian, and spent some time in an internment camp during the war.

2. I performed a concert on the Great Wall of China in high school

3.I’m allergic to chlorophyll

4. i named my daughter after a Starcraft character

5. My favorite author is Heather Graham

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Attn: fellow LGBT Seoul Tumblrs

Hey hey! I am sorry that this is super last minute, but I am thinking of having a meetup of sorts this Saturday. I have decided that I haven’t been to a Tumblr meetup in a millions years, so I thought it would be nice to have another one. This time around I would like to have a LGBTQIA+ meetup. I have been thinking about what a great queer community I had back home and how I would love to meet some new people here.

Details: This Saturday, April 1st, at Coreanos in Itaewon. Maybe drinks and partying after. Signing up for dinner does not mean that you have to stay out all night with us. Significant others are also welcome.

Send me a message or comment if you are interested. If you are busy this Saturday and would be interest in another time/day that is okay too ^^ I am just trying to expand my circle.

There’s a peculiar Ravenclaw. They are failing practically all of their classes. They barely even do homework. They basically just sit in an oversized armchair in Ravenclaw tower, reading fiction novels almost all hours of the day. The students don’t understand why they’re there, why not Gryffindor or Slytherin? But they soon discover that this strange ball of quietness and lack of academic brilliance is possibly the best advice-giver in Hogwarts’ history. Be it relationship advice, friendship advice, personal life decisions advice, existential advice, they provide the most profound answers. They aren’t gifted in the arts of magic or even in the regular studies of muggles, but even without these book-smarts, they’ve grasped the attention and respect of everyone attending the ancient school. They grow on to be a counselor in the school to help students with special needs, anxiety, depression, ptsd, or anyone that seeks after an ear to listen and sincere advice. Once this Ravenclaw grows old and weary, they pass peacefully in their sleep. The school is devastated….that is until a few days later when they pop back up in their office, continuing on as if death was simply a minor inconvenience. They go on to help students for generations to come, never swaying in their abundance of wisdom, always sure to remind students that a lack of academic brilliance is not a death sentence, just a reminder that we can’t all share the same path in life, and that’s not bad. No, that’s not bad at all.

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Honestly, the instrumental for the 7th sense still gives me a lil chill down my spine and here’s why;

1) it starts off with some really deep bass.
2) @0:25 you can hear the soft sounds of a clock ticking (remember jaehyun’s line that say “the clock laughs at me, it does not give a single error”)
3) @0:34 the creepy deep voice that says ‘take it slow’
4) @0:38 the sounds of metal hitting something? a ticking sound? idk what it is
5) @0:53 THE FUCKING KNOCKING AT THE DOOR??? THEN THE DOOR OPENING??? AND THE SIRENS THAT FOLLOW??? and then there’s a bell??!?
6) @1:10 the gunshot…. (after they opened the door they shot the person??)
7) @1:13 idk what it is but it’s very soft and it sounds like a very silent scream
8) @1:17 more ticking then a ping.
9) @1:51 there’s a whistle
10) @2:11 there’s the scream again… there’s a scream yall its a scream then the knocking at the door then the door opening and im in tears
11) @2:30 the gunshot again but there’s a weird whistle with it? like those whistles you hear in Disney movies 
12) @2:37 theres a fucking whisper
13) @2:46 a yawn??
14) @3:01 the rattling of metal?

the overall feeling the deep bass and the constant ticking give you is just creepy wow

I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.
  • everyone else: Fuck Tom Nook what a crook !
  • me: Only 298,000 bells to add a second story to my house ?? Wow that's a good price for installing an entire floor, AND Nook does it in one night !
  • everyone else: He charges so much for just a simple house !
  • me: I sure am glad Nook lets you take as long as you need to pay off your loan. He doesn't even charge interest rates !
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i think i just saw heaven

what does your muse think of mine?

send me in specific detail exactly what your muse thinks of mine. whether it be when they first see them, or when they’re lying in bed in the middle of the night and just can’t fall asleep. I’m genuinely curious. 

OK OK BUT I’VE SEEN ALL THESE POSTS ABOUT WHO PROPOSED TO WHOM AND

what if Cecil does all this weird Night Vale-ish stuff to propose (you know, hiding origami mice under Carlos’ pillow or something like that) but Carlos just becomes mildly annoyed at it without knowing it was Cecil doing it. And Cecil feels really bad because he thinks Carlos is rejecting him. And Carlos can’t quite muster up the courage to propose, but then he sees that Cecil is sad so he finally does it in, like, a normal way, with a ring and a “will you marry me?” And Cecil is really confused, and once Carlos explains what he’s doing, Cecil is really happy but he’s like “But I already did that! Didn’t you notice the lettuce I put in your hat?” and Carlos just bursts out crying because he’s gonna marry this beautiful awkward piece of perfection

  • hux: I think my fursona would be a star destroyer
  • kylo: hux it is three in the fucking morning

What about Credence with panic attacks? What about Credence, who counts freckles on Newt’s face to calm himself down? What about Credence grounded by the feeling of Newt’s fingers in his hair?

What about Newt reading to Credence about fantastic beasts and staying all night so Credence does not have nightmares? What about Newt hugging Credence and praising him for the slightest of achievements untill Credence himself believes that he deserves it?

What about Credence who’s barely breathing and afraid to move, but he is so, so happy because Pickett nested in his hairs for the first time?

What about Newt joking about his creatures that “they love you more than me” and Credence starts to freak out, because it’s wrong and Newt will hate him now and he deserves punishment, and Newt calms hin and tells him that of course they love you, there is nothng in you not to love. And then he says “and I love you too” and it’s the most natural thing to say.

Usually when someone says something won’t last forever,it’s associated with something negative.
But there is beauty in what is temporary.

Headaches and stressful nights do not last forever.
Traffic does not last forever.
Itchy mosquito bites don’t last too.
And fortunately the hurt goes the same way.

The heartbreak you feel now whether they left you ,you left them or when they never wanted you in the first place.
This state of brokenness isn’t eternal.
The scars they left you can fade.
Like the moment he left me when my body was useless for him.

The tears you cried will not always be of sorrow.
This will not last forever.
The ache,the pain and the anger is just a season.
Something fleeting.
Your heart will sing a new song.
And it will no longer ache like this.

So stand up, catch your breath.
You need to continue living.
You will smile again.
I promise you.

I promise you will love again.
You will dance again to a new song.
So please enjoy this tragically beautiful thing we call life.

And your heart will beat to another song as you dance to the music.
You will fall in love with moments that are beautiful.
Your migraine will go away.
And you’ll definitely love a lot better.

There is such beauty in things that are not eternal.
The constant gift of eternal change is maddeningly breathtaking.
Just watch the beauty of life evolve right in front of you and enjoy every single moment of it.
I promise you .
You will definitely smile again.

A Cat in the Night
Miraculous Ladybug Christmas Special
A Cat in the Night

Lyrics, translated by the wonder Miraculousubs

The city lights up, yes it’s Christmas in Paris!

But I’m all alone at night.

Family reunions and dazzling gifs,

Chat Noirs all alone tonight.

I too am dreaming of warmth and tenderness.

But I roam alone like a cat, in the night!

I’m a poor kitty, why does no one pity me?

Chat Noir’s feeling so lonely tonight (x2)

If I stray, if I get lost what does that matter?

After all, I’m just a cat in the night!

Your tree despairs me, I’ll blast it to ashes.

I’m the vengeful cat of the night (x2)

CATACLYSM!

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.

Write, for instance: “The night is full of stars,
and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance.”

The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

On nights like this, I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her.
How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her.

To hear the immense night, more immense without her.
And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

What does it matter that my love couldn’t keep her.
The night is full of stars and she is not with me.

That’s all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.
My soul is lost without her.

As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.
My heart searches for her and she is not with me.

The same night that whitens the same trees.
We, we who were, we are the same no longer.

I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.
My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.

Someone else’s. She will be someone else’s. As she once
belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.
Love is so short and oblivion so long.

Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,
my soul is lost without her.

Although this may be the last pain she causes me,
and this may be the last poem I write for her.

—  Pablo Neruda
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I want to live forever in a land where summer lasts a thousand years. I want a castle in the clouds where I can look down over the world. I want to be six-and-twenty again. When I was six-and-twenty I could fight all day and fuck all night. What men want does not matter. Winter is almost upon us, boy. And winter is death. I would sooner my men die fighting for the Ned’s little girl than alone and hungry in the snow, weeping tears that freeze upon their cheeks. No one sings songs of men who die like that. As for me, I am old. This will be my last winter. Let me bathe in Bolton blood before I die. I want to feel it spatter across my face when my axe bites deep into a Bolton skull. I want to lick it off my lips and die with the taste of it on my tongue.

what does it mean to lead him on?

oh i know, i think. how unfair it was when he played me. how i believed him, followed him puppy-like through heartbreaks, turned my rose eyes always in his direction. he would promise every night that it would be different and we could be together and it would be magic. in the morning it was the same thing. i felt myself trapped in a rip tide. 

“it’s the worst thing a woman can do to a man,” my father says, “tease him.”

she hurt me. she brought her fists to me. threatened her own life if i disobeyed her. but the worst thing she could have done was to lead me on, i guess.

where is the line. some part of me - is it the fair part or the part i learned? - knows it exists. that there are those who delight in the game and who like to break hearts until their palms are covered in red pulp. 

but where is the line. at first it is easy. just because she wears something flirty doesn’t mean she’s yours. just because she’s drunk doesn’t mean she’s in the mood for anything. i know this. 

but do others know this. a boy who i was friendly with demands to know what the fuck is wrong with me that i was leading him on. he has known the whole time i have a boyfriend. he has known the whole time but hasn’t cared about it. he says i’m a waste of hotness. that it’s not fair i was nice to him.

a boy i was mean to, sarcastic and tom-boy and “one of the guys” with texts me back. he wants to know when i’m going to give up and sleep with him. i don’t know how to explain that me babysitting his dog isn’t an offering. that i like his dog better than him.

it seems to me that a boy who has girls lined up is a player. that his side-chicks and main girl attitude is strangely popular. it’s hilarious. her name saved under “domino’s” and people applaud it. he breaks his girl’s heart. she is seen as dramatic. when he talks about her she will be his crazy ex.

but i lead boys on. it’s a very strange accusation: that i make you want something, and am now hurting you by refusing it. that by denying you access to what you desire, i’m in some way cruel. that you deserve better. 

it would be fine if the discussion was about heartbreak. about promises that are spoken on silver tongues. about having someone you love use that love against you. but it is not about that. it is rarely about that.

i am leading him on by wearing high heels. or a tight black tank top. or my hair up. i wasn’t nice to him or i was too nice. i shouldn’t have smiled at him if i didn’t mean it, but at the same time, why am i frowning if i don’t want attention. here’s how to talk to me if i’m wearing headphones, but also it’s my fault for talking to him. it’s my fault for having breasts or hips or whatever his hands are searching for. it’s my fault for liking video games or being good at baking or being funny or whatever else makes him desire me sexually. where did i learn to be ashamed for saying no. why do i still see “teasing” as a real thing. why do i believe that it’s possible for someone to do real harm just by refusing.

i don’t know. it seems to me that when girls talk about a person who lead them on, they talk about nights full of wishing for someone who will never love them back. it seems to me that when boys talk about it, they’re talking about being denied their assumed right to sex. what i’m saying is what is it. where did it come from. 

does leading him on even exist?