this show just... makes me happy

Do people’s reactions ever make you happy? Like gosh yes please tell me what you love, I wanna watch your face light up, I wanna watch love dance across your eyes and exude from your soul. I wanna see what makes you angry, passionate, what you get heated about. I wanna see you breathe in tea deeply and I wanna the way you watch the window and observe the world. I love seeing how people change, just in all these tiny ways, without even realizing they’re changing, and they just show you so much in the blink of an eye. Like yes. Tell me what you love, but show me, too. 

anonymous asked:

I think what I'm proudest of is how they've evolved and changed every single year, at least since I joined the phandom. Unlike most YouTubers I've seen, they seem genuinely happy with their work and watch it back if it's good and help each other make it the best it can be. There's a certain pride in how they do it all themselves that I really admire, especially in a world where nearly every internet star has a team of editors. And it changes with them! Their content from 2013 is almost foreign.

nothing makes me happier than seeing the smiles on dan and phils faces whenever they show us their latest project, they just want everything to be completely authentic and theirs and it makes my heart thump

lets talk about dan & phil

So today is Thanksgiving right? And from what I’ve seen in almost every form of US media, y’all usually say what you’re thankful for. Well I thought I’d do the same:

I’m thankful for all of the friends (both new and old-ish) that I have made on this site. You guys have made my day better when I definitely needed it and you inspire me to be the best version of myself I can be. Without all of you, I definitely don’t know where I would be and I love you all for it. So thank you so much to @peri-space-dorito @alettertomichael @tenshi-marshmallow @doctor-syrup @dork-iplier @swishysloth @sirenobsessed @floofy-altaria @hbombmcfancypants and @yesitsjess

I’d also like to show my gratitude for everyone who has followed me, or has just liked or reblogged any of my work. I put so much effort into my edits and my art because it makes me happy, and it’s a way to express my appreciation for the many things that define who I am today. So to see other people enjoying what I do is way beyond my wildest dreams. I mean, I know it doesn’t seem like anything to most people, but to get 600 notes on one of my posts is incomprehensible to me. Six-hundred individuals who believe that what I do is worth liking or reblogging!! I don’t even know 600 people!

Thanks for reading this dumb little rant if you did. And I love you all.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Longing (Chibs x Reader)

Thank you to the anon who requested the following: Would you write something where Chibs likes the reader but he’s afraid to say anything so he just shows it all the time. She figures it out and surprises him by making a move. I think a fluffy shy Chibs would be the cutest thing. Hopefully you and everyone else enjoys it, it was so fun to write this! More fics to come, another text set in the works too :) Last but not least Happy Thanksgiving to my American followers, my knowledge of it is heavily based on TV/Film so I’m imagining turkey, pumpkins and Gary Granger’s dreams up in flames! (If you get that I love you, and is it just me or is Lurch incredibly hot? Just me? Ok.)

Enjoy my dears :)

It was barely noticeable at first. In fact, she was surprised she noticed at all. Having lived here since she was a teenager, she was just used to how people were, subtle changes didn’t often go amiss. This subtle change was different though, aimed specifically at her and she didn’t know how to react. She’d grown up in Nevada, though most of her childhood memories are based in Charming. Her father’s brother was John Teller, leader of SAMCRO. She loved her father’s side of the family, felt safe with them. Her father would take her to Charming during school holidays and every other weekend. She loved being surrounded by so many people who she felt were her real family, they were fun, and could look out for her. Her mother was wholly unpredictable. One minute the most loving mother a child could ask for, the next a cruel, bitter witch. When her father died, she was 12. It devastated her, and when her mother left, unable to cope, she found herself where she always belonged, Charming.

Now, in her late 20’s, she was used to the hardships life threw out. Luckily, she was surrounded by good people, family. Only lately, things were changing. This subtle change was bothering her. Maybe it was in her mind, and she was just willing things to be that weren’t. I mean, she’d known him forever, so why should things be different? But they seemed like they were. He’d always messed around with her, acting like a big kid. But lately he’d hold on a split second more while hugging her, randomly drape his arms around her shoulders, kiss her cheek. The other day they were watching a movie at his place and he started tickling her, innocently at first. Then, at one point he had her lying on the sofa, arms pinned above her head, his face inches from hers. She’d felt a warmth pooling in her stomach and an ache she hadn’t felt in a long time. She wondered if he’d kiss her, hoped he would. But he had quickly pulled back, looking almost embarrassed.

She was enjoying these changes, but she wasn’t sure if he was just genuinely messing around and having fun or if he felt something. It’s not as if he was short of admirers, this was Chibs for crying out loud. He could seduce a nun. Maybe he has.

After the sofa incident, he was a bit more reserved around her, to her despair. Sure, she’d grown up around him and was a lot older than her but she still had needs and right now he was the only one she had in mind to satisfy them.

Any time they were together she’d make sure to just be her usual self, playing around and teasing him like always, not wanting him to be wary of her, thinking he’d made her uncomfortable. After a few days, he was back to normal, to her relief. Currently she was lying on a sofa in the clubhouse, her head on his lap as he fed her M&M’s. They probably looked like a couple to a stranger.

“There’s bedrooms here y’know.” Tig grinned, walking towards them, Juice, Happy and Kozik coming through the door chatting away.

“Leave it out Tig” Chibs laughed, ruffling her hair softly. She sat up, smiling over at the man beside her.

“Yeah, don’t be so jealous. Doesn’t suit you.” She teased, smoothing her hair.

“I’m kidding, you two are taking things slow, I know that.” Tig winked, and she could swear she saw Chibs blush.

“Chibs, pool, you in?” Juice broke her train of thought, as Chibs stood up and walked over to the younger man, leaving her feeling a little deflated. It was only when he turned around and called her over she smiled, getting up and walking over to the pool table.

One of the perks of being part of the SAMCRO family was constantly having someone around to talk to, or chill out with. She didn’t enjoy being alone too much, and loved being around people. Standing here, the guys playing pool, music blaring, she felt content. She smiled as Chibs came over to her, handing her a drink and standing his cue stick on the ground.

“Enjoying yourself?” he asked, glancing over at her.

“Always fun to watch you get beaten.” She grinned, laughing as he pretended to take offence.

“Watch your mouth, you’re talking to the greatest pool player in Charming.” He softly put his arm around her waist, her shirt had ridden up ever so slightly and as his fingers barely touched her hip, this small touch had her skin burning. She didn’t say anything, just kept watching the game and making casual conversation. Eventually he was up again and let go of her before heading back.

It may have been a small touch, but she was sure she could feel something in it that was more than just a friendly embrace. Did her like her? Or was it just one of those things, he didn’t even realise what he was doing? Only one way to find out.

“I formally retract my earlier statement, you’re pretty good at this.” She smiled as Chibs laid his cue stick on the table, having won three games in a row.

“Glad to hear you appreciate my talents, should I start practising my signature now?” He winked, picking up his drink from the table and taking a swig.

“Well I wouldn’t go that far just yet.” She grinned, leaving her own glass down on the table. She had to just go for it. If she started trying to put her feelings into words she wouldn’t know what to say because she didn’t know exactly what her feelings were beyond lust and fondness. Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to him, grabbing his face with her hands and kissing him. After a few seconds she pulled back, completely unsure of what to do now. He might take it the wrong way and feel embarrassed, or awkward. She had basically just thrown herself onto him without warning.

“Y/N..” He looked down at the ground while scratching the back of his neck, his expression unreadable. She braced herself, letting out a breath.

“Fuck it.” 

She barely had time to take in the words when she felt his lips back on hers, his hands around her waist, this time full of force. She placed her hands on his arms, suddenly feeling awkward. This is what she wanted, and now she had it. It was strange but perfect at the same time. He slid his hands down, grabbing the back of her thighs and lifting her up onto the pool table. She could hear a glass thud on the table behind her but all she cared about was him. She instinctively parted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, moving her arms up around his neck. His hands roamed her hips, gently toying with the hem of her shirt.

She didn’t care whether this was a once off, or if they would be together at all, right now this was all she wanted, and she was determined to make the most of it.

Appreciation post

Idk I’m in a really sentimental mood because I just had a moment with my family, but I need to say this.

Thank you

You guys do so much stuff for me and it just makes me so happy. You always show support and love and happy thought, but I feel like I never send them back. I just… idk… you guys are too good for me.

This blog was started off out of stupidity, kind of. Well, the real reasoning was that I really wanted a tumblr blog and I was really obsessed with Teen Wolf. I still am. Anyways, I started this with really short really terrible imagines before I started really putting my time and heart into it, and I couldn’t be happier.

Tumblr is my escape whenever I need it. Like when I wrote the Scott imagine. Every feeling placed into that was a simmered down version of mine. Whether I post it or not, I let myself out in the writing.

When you guys show support, I feel so elated! Even if it’s just a simple hit of the like button. So, I’m going to throw appeciation to certain people, but know that everything I do and everything that I will do is because of all of yall. Your constant support and love just brings me joy.

I’m not going to lie, it’s not often that I get a comment or someone dropping by my inbox to say hi, but when I do, ask amy of my friends. I show that shit off. Ask any of my irl friends. “Look what someone sent me!!!!” I’ll yell it and shove it in abigails face with a bright smile. I loveeeeee that.

Anyway, my specific appreciation. I was going to put a cut but I’m a mobile so fuck.

First and foremost, @danny-the-coolest . I talk about you all the time but how can I not. Sometimes we don’t talk all to much, but you are just so amazing. You were my first tumblr friends and still are one of my only because I’m scared to talk to people. You’re my wife, an amazing writer, and constantly there. You always support me and help me. Thank you.

@all-alone-he-turns-to-stone . Jeez dude, you’re always up there like I just love you. You’re amazing. You’re constantly supporting me and boosting me. Your writing itself is amazing and idek. Fuck you’re great.

@hannahriley12 dude you’re always there requesting stuff telling me how you liked my stuff and just supporting. You’re one of the main reasons I still do this. Because you just… help me. Ily lots.

@thelittlestkitsune you are… amazing. In every sense of the word. You’re so nice and helpful and you deal with me popping in at random times. Your writing is amazing, how you support your friends is amazing, and you’re just amazing.

@writing-obrien ahhhh, chloe, my inspiration. I admire you so much. You write so amazingly that I just…. UGHH. You are who I aspire to be one day because you’re killing the game.

@joegibson1983 I’m pretty sure I like threw you off or something because I haven’t seen you in a while. I will constantly apologize on how I never took like any of your requests, but man, idk, your support was amazing. You put up with my bullshit. You helped me use my laptop when I broke the screen. Idfk. You’re just… amazing.

And that’s just the main people. All of you. All of you. Are just so damn supportive and helpful and I just want to SCREAM. I love you all so much. I’m tired. Goodnight.

Also it keeps messing up my bold and stuff for some reason. But whatever

Happy Thanksgiving!

Hi there guys! I just wanted to wish you a Happy Thanksgiving, and I obviously wanted to thank you all!

I highly appreciate each and every one of you who has followed and supported my ridiculous writings. I know that I can’t always really post stuff for you guys which makes me so much more thankful for you all because you all prove to be very patient and caring.

I love everybody and I hope that you have an amazing day, whether you celebrate this holiday or not.

I really want to show you all how grateful I am, but no ideas really pop into mind atm except for working on the next chapter of Mr. Gray and Mr. Wise. But if you’d like, please send in any requests and I will do my best to post them today in order to repay you for becoming so important to me in so little time.

I give you all hugs, kisses and good vibes!(Derry gives you kisses as well) 


Btw I don’t even like Thanksgiving cause fuck Christopher Columbus


serving couple looks since just about now. But seriously, happy Selca Day my fellow Aroha! Have these strategically taken pictures aiming to hide what has been a terrible skin day, thank the Gods that Eunwoo is always there to look beautiful for the both of us. These pics of Eunwoo are actually super old, I think??? But they re-surfaced on my dash a little while ago and I couldn’t help notice we could be turtle-neck twins so here’s to warm winter looks~

❄️ Bonus bear gif, cause I felt like it ❄️

I was tagged by @fangirling-phoenix (thx)

List five things that make you happy then pass this on to the ten most recent people in your activity ((anyone that wants to do it can too spread the joy a bit <3))

1. I don’t like leaving the house but walking outside or just sitting in the sun like the lizard I am makes me pretty happy

2. Listening to music and telling other people about it idk I just feel so happy when someone wants to listen to me scream about Brendon Urie

3. Comedy shows like Parks and Rec and (call me basic) the Big Bang theory

4. Them d a n k memes

5. I cry about dear evan hansen every day despite it being the light of my life (idk if this counts as music but my soul says no)

Tag list! (all lovely people): @raijahthebaketato @something-geeky-related @random-nerd-person @etcrnallyyours @sceneofbangtan @velarisismyhome @not-that-fabulous-killjoy @afangirlwhoshipsallships @goldentrash1017 @dontbelikethatboobear

anonymous asked:

Well once after school my boyfriend, who was just a crush at the time, showed up at my door, standing in the freezing rain, holding a bouquet of flowers. Like a movie. Honestly, they were all wilted and sad-looking from his walk to the store from school and then to my house, but the next day they looked happy as ever sitting on my side table. One of the ways he makes me feel so amazingly special.


  • fanfic writer: *writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
  • fic: *witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
  • fanfic writer: Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
  • fanfic writer: Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
  • fandom: Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
  • fanfic writer: :/
  • * * *
  • same fanfic writer: *writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
  • fanfic writer: LOL *post*
  • fanfic writer: *sigh*

@ everyone who has an accent that makes it impossible to pass as a native speaker: i love your accent and i’m so proud of you for learning a new language and being brave enough to use it. it’s difficult and requires a lot of effort. people might make fun of the way you speak but your accent is something that should be respected. it means that you have worked hard to learn something new and that’s beautiful. your accent is a mark of strength, courage, determination, and unwillingness to give up. don’t ever feel ashamed of your accent. be proud of it.

3:50 pm

Every Friday at exactly 3:50 pm Draco makes sure to kiss Harry.

Every Friday. He hasn’t been late once either. Because Draco always drops everything he’s doing, no matter what he’s doing, to go and look for Harry. It’s not that easy sometimes. Harry has a job that, unlike Draco’s, requires him to actually leave the house. Whenever Draco shows up at his workplace, Harry’s face lightens up. He has never complained about Draco interrupting his work. Not once.

Even when they’re fighting and they’re both in a bad mood, they briefly forget about it when it’s 3:50 on a Friday. Like right now. They had an argument last night about Harry getting a motorcycle. Draco just doesn’t get why Harry would want to spend that much money on something that will probably kill him. They both fell asleep with a scowl on their face and they didn’t talk while eating breakfast. Harry left the house while Draco was reading the paper.

But now, as Draco stands in front of him, Harry is smiling at him fondly. Merlin, Draco just never tires of that smile. Even after all these years.

He glances at the clock and sees it’s 3:49. His eyes find Harry’s and they hold so much love, it makes Draco shudder. He takes Harry’s hands in his and pulls him closer. When his lips brush Harry’s, a familiar feeling washes over him. It’s warm and invigorating, reassuring and exhilarating. Kissing Harry will never fail to consume and mesmerize Draco.

Harry leans away again and brushes his thumb over Draco’s cheek.

“I still have a bit of work to do, but I’ll try to be home early, okay?”

“Okay,” Draco whispers, his eyes still closed.

He feels Harry kiss the tip of his nose and can’t help but grin. He pulls Harry back into a tight embrace and relishes the feeling of Harry’s body shaking against his, as Harry laughs out loud.

“I love our Friday afternoon kisses,” Harry murmurs.

“I love them, too.”

Draco really does. Because it was 3:50 pm on a Friday afternoon when Harry Potter said “I do” and kissed Draco for the first time as his husband.


okay so you know how stranger things and parks and rec are both set in indiana,,well I’m convinced that everyone from hawkins visited pawnee to go to the harvest festival in 1983


7.17 - The Born-Again Identity: Cas saves Sam

“I’m sorry. This isn’t a problem I can make disappear, and you know that… But I may be able to shift it. It’s better this way. I’ll be fine. Now, Sam… This may hurt. And if I can’t tell you again… I’m sorry I ever did this to you.


Take this sinking boat and point it home. We’ve still got time.
Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice. You’ll make it now.


weve all decided that reigen would be amazing delivering john mulaneys lines but some of bo burnhams lines just. fits the mans voice so well

“You steal the air out of my lungs, you make me feel it

I pray for everything we lost, buy back the secrets

Your hand forever’s all I want

Don’t take the money

Don’t take the money”