this man speaks my life

anonymous asked:

so if you're out of spideypool and think there's nothing redeemable about peter does this mean you won't be doing your askspideypool thing anymore? b/c it's kinda fake to make an entire comic for a pairing you don't like between a character you think is absolute perfection and is just a helpless man-child who is delicate and sacred and another you think is absolute shit. just wondering.

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To mark the end of the season,  Manchester City players visit local fans to surprise them and thank them for their support #nothingwithoutyou
(Part 1 | Part 2 ) 

lance sending hunk lots of selfies along with awful pick up lines in spanish bc he thinks it’s a girl he just met’s number and hunk is like ‘sorry man, wrong number. you look nice though’ (in spanish, bc he probably knows like four different languages and doesn’t know if lance speaks english) but lance doesn’t believe him so hunk sends a pic of himself and lance is dying bc this guy is the cutest but hey is that the garrison uniform in the back of the pic? and turns out they’re both going so they end up talking for hours until they finally meet in person a couple days later

sometimes i think i might be a lesbian but who tf knows

Sense8 Character Appreciation Days - Kala Dandekar

I missed Kala’s day yesterday which set me back for all the drabbles. I apologize for that. 

A million thanks to @thegirlfromoverthepond , who has been such a great support. We’re writing/betaing these drabbles while running a challenge, together with our busy mods, over at @loveinpanem. Her contributions make these drabbles so much better.

Please, if I’ve made some mistake with references to Indian culture or anything else, please message me and I will change it quickly. One of the reasons I took so long was because I was doing research trying to get things right.

And yes, they are organized in some way by geography :).

(Wonder what I’m doing here? Check out the Character Appreciation Days Post here and my post about it here).

A Piece of Mumbai

Kala dropped the plastic bags on the counter in a huff of frustration.  While it was reasonably easy to find Indian seasonings in Paris, she was having an impossible time tracking down kewra essence. The city was full of kewra water - every restaurant boasting an Indian meal claimed to feature it. It also enjoyed a reputation for being the best skin toner. But Kala wasn’t interested in the water for cosmetic purposes. She needed it’s essence because she was desperate for her father’s shahi tukra. After trying the different varieties available in the Indian shops and restaurants around the city, she had been driven to the extreme of trying to make it herself. She required a very particular type of essence - not the stuff that passed for Indian spices here in Europe.

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When someone asks me to pick ONE Joker Game character...

Me:  ლ (゚Д゚ ლ)

Me:  ‘`( ꒪Д꒪),、 !!

Me:  Σ(゚Д゚; 彡 ;゚д゚)

Me: ヽ( ´Д`)ノ (д`ノ) ヽ(   )ノ (ヽ´△) ヽ(´△`)ノ

Me:  ‎(ノಥ益ಥ)ノ ┻━┻

Me: ヾ(థ ェ థ)ノ

Me:  (oT-T)尸

So I have convocation/graduating ceremony thing on Tuesday, and idk if it’s just my anti social-ness settling in but I kind of… don’t… wanna go… LOLOLOL but since this is the first time graduating from college, I decided to go…. otherwise I would have just….. tsk, not….. no………….

Mistletoe- Percival Graves

Pairing: Percival Graves/OC

Prompt: “Let’s get you to bed.”

Warnings: Fluff for days!

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Holidays got a little crazy. This one may deserve a part two? Let me know what you think! :)


It was my third time celebrating at MCUSA’s annual holiday party, and all the mistletoe hung overhead did nothing to put the brakes on my already racing thoughts. As I caught sight of the handsome director of magical security from across the room, I couldn’t help but wonder yet again: was Percival Graves as smooth as kisser as he looked? Because there was no way a man that charming, that handsome, was a bad kisser. I mentally kicked myself…I had hoped a strong drink would put those thoughts to bed, but instead the fire whiskey had had the opposite effect. Now I couldn’t stop thinking about the annoying, inappropriate crush I had on my co-worker.

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I Object (Pt 2) - Finn Bálor

A/N: You wanted part two? Well, here you go! ;)

Originally posted by hiitsmekevin



∞ PART ONE ∞


Finn looked over at you, seeing how your eyes glistened. As the wedding planner escorted herself away from the doorframe, Finn couldn’t help but stare. Every crashing thought, every memory, it was all piling up on his shoulders, creating this new weight. That weight would only be lifted if he got everything off his chest and allowed you to make your final decision.

This would go one or two ways. Either you would see and understand that you were in love with your best friend, but hardly noticed it…

Or Finn would end up making himself seem like a fool and the day would result in total heartbreak while he drank his memories away. “Are you ready?” Your sweet voice rang through his ears like a melody. Clenching his fists out of sight, he seemingly nodded, composing himself.

“Ready when you are, love.” He whispered the last part. Your heart would race anytime he could call you that, but you found no truth behind it. You had no clue Finn was into you as much as he was. Hiding his feelings had been hard for the last few years, always confining them inside his heart.

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General PSA that if anyone wants to make an Abronsious RP blog I’ll literally make a starter set of icons for you because please take a minute to imagine the potential.

And if anyone makes Alibori as well, I’ll literally worship you because I need Alibori and Abronsious sass in my life like I need air.

Also there’d be three Alfreds for anyone who writes Abronsious or Alibori to write with so……..

The reason I dislike watching/listening to Islamic scholars and preachers is because when you see them speak on any topic they end up bringing men and women into it. They then proceed to exaggerate the allure and sexuality of women with a creep face on, all animated, you know what I mean, their hands making curves in the air with wide eyes and a big smile, their voice higher than usual, and you can see the men in the audience getting excited and nodding, soon after the preacher has described what a sexual creature a woman is, he immediately turns to label her as fitna, at this point all men are nodding in acceptance and agreement. He lowers his voice and proceeds to tell the men all the reasons why he should keep away from sins and now that he has related them to women, why he should shut a woman down. It literally sickens me how much they sexualise women and then work towards demoralising and demonising that sexuality, as though it only exists to excite, lure, satisfy men’s urges.
I have never in my whole life heard anyone tell a man to speak softly because his voice is sexual and alluring and will get unwanted attention from women.
A! Men’s voices can be just as sexual and arousing as women’s.
B! Stop teaching men that a no means try again later or dont give up or maybe. NO MEANS FUCKING NO.
And the media with all its shit movies about relentless men who won’t take no for an answer and the woman ends up falling for them or how she is forced to marry her rapist who she later falls in love with. Yes Bollywood, Im looking at you. JUST STOP.

Egyptian darkness

One Sabbath morning, I preached from the text, ‘My God, My God, why has Thou forsaken Me?’ and though I did not say so, yet I preached my own experience. I heard my own chains clank while I tried to preach to my fellow-prisoners in the dark; but I could not tell why I was brought into such an awful horror of darkness, for which I condemned myself.

On the following Monday evening, a man came to see me who bore all the marks of despair upon his countenance. His hair seemed to stand up right, and his eyes were ready to start from their sockets. He said to me, after a little parleying, ‘I never before, in my life, heard any man speak who seemed to know my heart. Mine is a terrible case; but on Sunday morning you painted me to the life, and preached as if you had been inside my soul.’ By God’s grace I saved that man from suicide, and led him into gospel light and liberty; but I know I could not have done it if I had not myself been confined in the dungeon in which he lay.

I tell you the story, brethren, because you sometimes may not understand your own experience, and the perfect people may condemn you for having it; but what know they of God’s servants? You and I have to suffer much for the sake of the people of our charge … You may be in Egyptian darkness, and you may wonder why such a horror chills your bones ; but you may be altogether in the pursuit of your calling, and be led of the Spirit to a position of sympathy with desponding minds.  Charles Spurgeon