thought i'd post this one now

Happy 15th Anniversary, Kingdom Hearts!!

I love cuddly sleepers!pynch, but also consider: 

  • Adam kicking in his sleep and he gets ronan in the crotch one night and ronan shoots awake like he got hit by a freight train and pulls the blanket right out from adam so he rolls off the bed because “for fuck’s sake parrish control your mother fucking legs” while Adam looks up at him on the floor still half asleep like “huh?” - his hair a birds nest. 
  • Ronan waking up with Adam sprawled over his back, slightly drooling over the spot between his shoulder blades. 
  • Ronan waking up with Adam’s hair up his nose or in his mouth like 90% of the time. 
  • Adam waking up with a dead leg or dead arm because ronan likes to bracket one of Adam’s legs between his own, or he falls asleep with his head on Adam’s bicep rather than the pillow. 
  • One time Adam comes home a little late and Ronan is already asleep. Adam collapses onto the bed on his back, one arm thrown up covering his face and Ronan rolls over towards him resulting with his face pressed into Adam’s armpit and when he realises he shoots awake again like “what the shit, Parrish you nasty fuck go shower” while adam just laughs at him because “i thought you liked me all sweaty and covered in car grease lynch?”
  • Ronan waking up with a textbook jabbing him in the back because adam fell asleep reading with the lamp on again 
  • Adam hogging the blankets and Ronan doesn’t complain because Adam’s body heat is more than enough but when Adam leaves for college he starts using the blanket, not just because it’s cold but because it’s forever covered in Adam’s scent 

I never went to a Linkin Park concert. I don’t own all of their albums. There are songs they made that I don’t like. Some might say I wasn’t really a fan. It’s true, I wasn’t a fan per say. Sometimes I didn’t listen to their songs for months. I didn’t even think about them. But somehow they were always there in me.

At 12, as I was becoming aware of what dying and living meant, of what was the meaning of “legacy” was, of the person I wanted to be, Leave Out All The Rest played on repeat in my head 

At 13, when I started to realize I had been and still was a victim of verbal and emotional abuse from my father, it was Numb who helped me get through it

At 15, when my first wave of depression hit, my heart cried but also rested on Shadow of the Day on my way to and back from highschool

At 16, I became aware of both the terrible and beautiful things humankind could do willingly; thank you What I’ve Done and Hands Held High for keeping me steady against this madness

At 17, when depression hit me real hard, when all I wanted was for everything to end and I was ready to take my own life, Iridescent told me to let it go 

At 19, One More Light was there to help me accept that caring as much as I did was a strength and not a weakness and that gentleness and kindness were very much needed in the era we live in

Throughout my teenage years and at most defining points of my identity, Linkin Park was there. Chester Bennington’s voice was there to tell me that it was okay, that I wasn’t alone or that I should move my ass.

I truly feel loss today.


two steps forward and you’re at the start, who knew growing up would be this hard .. 🎶

  • shepard: alright we’ll be using codenames from now on
  • shepard: you can address me as "eagle one"
  • shepard: kaidan codename: “been there done that”
  • shepard: garrus is “currently doing that”
  • shepard: liara is "it happened once in a dream"
  • shepard: wrex codename: "if i had to pick a krogan"
  • shepard: mordin is................. "eagle two"
  • mordin: oh thank god
  • LATER...
  • shepard: tali! hack the mechs!
  • shepard: *into radio* "i'd be lying if i said i hadn't thought about it" is in position

bakugou-ou  asked:

Can I have headcanons (or a scenario, but not necessary; don't wanna force that on you) of Kirishima &/or Bakugou (pick whatever is easiest for you) comforting a crush going through a nasty break up? I have a mighty need for them rn. If the box is closed again don't even worry about it rip I just saw that one post and thought I'd slide in here

Babe I’d give you the shirt off of my back if you asked for it. Take my soul if you need it. 

Katsuki couldn’t quite believe what he was hearing from you right now, it felt impossible for him and despite not being known for his empathy he could really see your pain. Why or how someone could leave you the way that bastard had done was beyond him; nothing but a waste of your time and energy if you asked him. 

You continued to recount the tale, trying to not bore him with too many details because hey who really cared? It felt wrong to burden your friend with all this negative information.

“It’s alright, I’m fine. I-… I’m just going to need some time to recover, maybe if I changed a little… or maybe if I’m just patient he’ll come back-”

“Like fucking hell you’re gonna change and that sack of shit doesn’t deserve you or your patience or your stupid kindness or anything that he didn’t appreciate. Don’t you dare wallow in self pity, not when you’re finally free of that dead weight.” His outburst may as well have echoed around the whole building. He cussed under his breath, realising that might not have been the best way to comfort you; it wasn’t his fault he couldn’t help himself from pretty much yelling the truth. 

He noticed you’d at least stopped with the crying, in fact he almost saw the hint of a sly grin. Maybe a little aggression was what you needed right now?

“It might not be my place to say it and it ain’t probably what you want to hear but I’m not sugar coating this. I’m happy. Not about you being sad and, god I wish you could see it but-” he took a breath, gauging your reactions and realising he didn’t care who knew how he felt.-” mistreated. Undervalued. Fuck I can’t even pick the right word for it but I hated it. I hated seeing you not with someone who could love you properly…. I know it hurts but once that’s gone you’ll be happy again and urgh just. You deserve better. Alright.”

It wasn’t like him to give such heartfelt pep talks; he was usually blunt and harsh, not caring about how his words would be interpreted because he never seemed to care. This was a side to Bakugou not many got to see. Honest in his most gentle setting. He made you feel normal again, you could trust him. 


He winced. Such a short response couldn’t be a good thing. His arms retracted to his chest, crossing tight as though to build his guard back up. You were going to chew him out and he was ready for it, at least it would be better than you moping.

“Thank you.”


“Thank you. Really…. You’re just the type of person I need around ,Katsuki. Such a passionate friend to really care about me. Probably pretty wise too.”

You watched his ego skyrocket, chest puffing, victorious smirk plastered across his face. Truly adorable. 

“And who knows, maybe all this free time and affection I have will go to someone more deserving… but I’m sure you weren’t hinting at anything there, you wouldn’t make a move at such a time.”

 That triumphant grin was now accompanied by a vivacious blush, tinting up to the tips of his ears.

“I never. I. I wouldn’t. You.- hey! Stop the giggling….”

He said that but you both knew that really never wanted you to stop.

anonymous asked:

Did you know that for anybody who watches SPN in Spanish, Destiel already went canon. :) when you turn on the subtitles on Netflix, CAS saying "I love you." Translates to "Te Amo" which is singular and an I love you directed at one person, in this case, Dean. Then the "I love all of you" translates to "Amo a todos" which is an I love you in plural directed to more than one person. Just thought I'd put it out there (Spanish watcher here who is very happy at this progress!) #s13 don't fail me now

hehe yeah I read this post about it this morning:

I mean, I still err with caution to say its CANON because in the original artist’s depiction (sorry I don’t mean to sound like a dick but I’m trying to explain what I mean here) it is meant to be ambiguous and I don’t believe they have that much say over how things get translated, hence some hilarious ones from movies I know as I’m half french and see pretty random things subbed in.

But yeah, I mean it does just add to the ‘it’s canon that they are written as a romantic pairing and everyone knows’ thing that we all bang on about all the time for sure :)

I remember when 12x03 aired and everyone was talking about the different subbing versions of “morning sunshine” which were all just SO romantic, again cos I’m French I remember the “bonjour mon ange” which yeah means Angel but it means MY Angel and is ALWAYS ROMANTIC.

Originally posted by spicywatson

Oh incidentally this was also the first instance (of a long line of them I did a gifset a while ago) of the double clarification…

Originally posted by tinkdw

The 12x12 “I love you, I love all of you” from Mary in this episode (bookended with the “morning, sunshine” at the beginning, also in the bunker, bookends to the MoTW plot) by saying “I love you, I love you both” the first is clearly just to Sam and the second she changes it to plural to include Dean…  this is just as she LEAVES and Dean is super upset but tries to hold himself together by looking away while Sam is upset but holding more together. remind us of anything?!

Originally posted by godshipsit


So yeah it’s just another tick in the box of ‘it’s clearly romantic and everyone who has eyes or works in the industry to recognise all the romantic tropes etc can see it’ 

I keep talking about the circular narrative of season 12 and theres just SO MUCH FORESHADOWING and SO MANY MIRRORS AND PARALLELS… The whole story is just… in hindsight it is actually a bit of a masterpiece (if you remove the Fucklemming rapey, misogynistic moments and the boring Lucifer storyline ofc…but the character stuff is insanely good, like INSANELY deep for a tv show…).

I really don’t think Dabb will fail us now :D

I once dreamed...

… That I was Magnús Scheving.

And the only thing I remember about the dream was this:

*Have to do something very important - like, saving the world important*
*Apples on kitchen counter*
*desperately wants to eat one*
Me (as Magnús): -sweats- Not now Magnús… There are more important things to do… 
*resists eating apples with all of my being*
*Goes into a livingroom*
*immediately starts doing push-ups*

Which, I might add, had nothing to with saving the world.

  • simon: from now on we'll be using code names. you can address me as eagle one. agatha, code name been there done that, baz is currently doing that, gareth is it happened once in a dream, micah is if i had to pick an american and penny is eagle two
  • penny: oh thank god.

A post about a thing I mentioned in a previous post:

being a gnc woman only attracted to/comfortable with the idea of dating men more “feminine” than you are

This is a thing, and it’s something I feel relates to my previous musings about how bi women label our relationships to our gender expression through relationships. It’s kind of why I’m hesitant about people who just find/replace butch and femme with tomcat/stag/doe etc. because if we’re using bi-specific labels, what bi-specific experiences are they shorthand for?

I’m kind of just conducting the train of thought here with no coherent thesis, but my whole blog deal here is supposed to be bi women discussing their experiences with gender nonconformity so, hey, here we go

As you may have noticed, I am a gender non-conforming bi woman. I do not look feminine and have only loved my appearance more and more as I embraced my gender non-conformity. I love women: women with wild makeup and coloured hair and a knack for fashion, muscular women that eat nails for breakfast, women, women, women.

I love nonbinary people too – I consider myself nonbinary as well, and others who feel the same about our place in the gendered system, the multitude of ways we express ourselves through it, are always people I’ll be drawn to.

But then there’s men. The attraction to which I’ve more or less confirmed to be genuine, not forced or residual, but still dragged down by the whole misogyny thing. Even men I trust I feel I need to guard myself around – not necessarily because of them, but because of the way they are looked at in relation to me by those who built our system. And in the end, as much as they may understand me – there are parts of me they could not understand.

This is alleviated somewhat with men who are also gender nonconforming. This doesn’t absolve them of misogyny, obviously, but it’s a bonding perspective for me. The way we’re perceived as a couple could shatter the outside expectations that make me writhe in my skin. Me with my hair slicked back and fresh-pressed dress pants, him sat on my knee wearing a fresh coat of lipgloss and an off-the-shoulder shirt – suddenly people may be forced to see that I’m not the way I am for his sake, but we are instead both parts of a similar something.

It’s something at a deeper level here – not dudes who have a sissy/femdom fetish, which make my skin crawl just as much as any other guy that operates as a kink-seeking missile. It’s men who are living true to how they feel about themselves, in a way that I can relate to. Men who won’t draw away if I happen to unconsciously put my arm around their shoulder, who won’t care about my hairy legs and bare face, who aren’t constantly deriding the slightest possibility that they could be perceived as gay or girly or worse, girlier than his PARTNER.

There are physical aspects I’m attracted to of course - the mesmerizing nature of smokey-eye makeup or the delicate frills of lace lingerie, soft breaths and gentle fingers, flowing hair and passionate, moving words… but these are things that look good on anyone, just always avoided by men because it turns out that the house built by misogyny/toxic masculinity isn’t fun to live in.

It’s not about the physical attributes. It’s comfort and understanding in how we perceive ourselves despite the way that others force themselves to perceive us– these attractions are not a choice, but they are not developed in a void either.

And there’s my thoughts on being a gnc woman only attracted to men if they are also gnc, for now, I guess

The hug ask (aka: fanbook 108 mini translation)

Orange pentagon: 
The burdened one
The carrying one

Orange bolded lines: 
Alternating over time!? 
Yuu and Mika’s relationship!!

Top lines: At 8 years old, Yuu was taken into the Hyakuya orphanage where Mika extended his hand. Yuu who’s heart had been opened came to call Mika and the orphanage children “family”.

Bottom lines: Mika once had the habit of hugging Yuu. But after a period of 4 years the two’s relationship changes!? Yuu was held in his (Mika’s) arms when he aimed to run away.

daisyachain  asked:

The gold of the Nauglamir still glittered dully beneath the rapidly drying blood of its previous bearer. Beren lifted the necklace carefully by the chain and held it at arm’s length, examining it closely. His scalp prickled as he thought of the last time he had seen the thing, gleaming at the throat of King Finrod Felagund. Now it seemed merely a twisted echo of its former self, and when he looked at it he saw nothing but the image of Finrod lying on the cold stone floor with blood covering his face and his eyes staring up at the darkness.

At last his eyes were drawn reluctantly down to the jewel, which burned clean and bloodless in its setting. It looked grotesquely out-of-place, he thought, wondering what had possessed Thingol to combine what must be the two most ostentatious pieces of jewelry in the world into one horrifying creation. The Silmaril caught the light so effectively even as it generated its own that Beren could hardly bear to look at it, yet he did not glance away. It seemed to be daring him to do so, but he thought he would let himself go blind before he allowed the damned thing to best him.  

“The gem is yours, if it is anyone’s,” a voice said close to his ear, and Beren jumped. He had become quite good at detecting the silent approaches of the Lindi, but Almwë could still sneak up on him when he was distracted. The elf appeared unhurt, and his narrow face was devoid of emotion, but his movements had lost some of their grace to weariness. Beren had caught glimpses of him during the battle; Almwë had been everywhere, a deadly whirlwind that swept through Nogrod’s forces and prevented as many as possible from reaching his people, most of whom bore no weapons other than bows and arrows.

Seeing Beren grimace at his suggestion, Almwë said, “Give it to Lúthien, if you wish. It may be of some comfort to her, though I am sure nothing will please her more than your safe return, and the boy’s.”

“What should we do with the rest of it?” Beren asked, indicating the spoils taken from Doriath that now lay in the dirt and blood among the bodies.

Almwë shrugged, disinterested. “It is cursed. Drown it in the river.”

Beren nodded, suddenly feeling very tired. Though he could not match Almwë’s ferocious pace, he had fought as hard as the elf in the heat of battle, never faltering until all of their enemies had fled or fallen. But now that the anger and desperation had faded, it was catching up to him. I’m not as young as I used to be, he thought, then laughed softly to himself when he remembered how many times he’d heard his grandfather or Aunt Andreth or Uncle Bregolas say those exact words.  

Almwë gave him a strange look, but said nothing.

  • Ancient Greece: From now on, we will be using code names. You can address me as "Eagle One."
  • Ancient Egypt, code name- "Been there done that."
  • Byzantine is- "Currently Doing That"
  • Germania is- "It Happened Once in a Dream."
  • 2p Britannia, code name- "If I Had To Pick a Girl"
  • Ancient Gaul is- "Eagle Two."
  • Ancient Gaul: Oh thank God
  • Bonus:
  • *Ancient Greece, observing Rome through a pair of binoculars*: "I'd Be Lying If I Said I Hadn't Thought About It" is in position.

Honestly, I’m convinced Daken wasn’t using his pheromones on Bobby.

And yes, you can go back and forth on whether or not it was Bobby who was simply resistant to Daken or Daken who was holding back, but let’s look at the evidence:

1) Daken immediately knew Bobby was gay; he asked for a dance rather than cornering him in a hallway with sexual innuendo or flirting with him at the bar - He knew Bobby would accept his offer. Why is this important? Well let’s look at how Daken’s powers work. They don’t make someone gay, they just make them horny.

Now if Daken is the closest thing around, he can trick them into thinking that he MADE them horny, and that usually works pretty well for him. Now if Daken doesn’t need to trick somebody into questioning their sexuality (i.e. he is already gay) then there would be no use in him exerting his powers any more than necessary.

2) FURTHERMORE, (now this is definitely farther than the writers would’ve thought so bear with me), if he were to successfully seduce Bobby without the pheromones and he were to be questioned/captured after, he could honestly say that he had never forced Bobby into anything and maybe garner some false goodwill with the X-men or at least Bobby. (From this point of view Daken’s actions make sense)

3) Daken is an overconfident bastard and 100% believes that any man will fall head over heals for him.

anonymous asked:

Pls has anyone talked about how chris buries his nose into sebastians neck whenever they hug???? Like most ppl would tilt their head up to rest their chin on the other persons shoulder (which is what seb does) but not chris???? Does he do that with everyone he hugs????? Why is a grown man so precious??

He literally nuzzles his nose against Sebastian’s neck/shoulder more often than not when they hug and keeps doing this thing where he reaches out to grab his shoulder or pat him on the chest/back or just touch him in whatever possible way, even when Sebastian’s not close enough for the movement to be natural/comfortable:


Chris you’re gonna fall off your chair

All because he’s the most tactile fucker in the planet with the biggest puppy crush ever and he can’t keep his hands to himself and it makes me so damn happy, you don’t understand <3


oh god, believe me anon, you’re not alone!

It was a great hug. I gushed about it in length when it happened [here]

Also look at the intensity with which Seb hugs him, aaah <33333



Chris kissing his cheek and then literally burying his face in the crook of Seb’s neck and his hand in his hair and asdjfkgfjdszhjfkgk this gif fucking kills me ok if they didn’t share a hotel room later that night I swEAR TO GOD

(also, that gif is from this pap video)

Anon, please look closely at Mackie here:

He’s literally in the middle of saying something, when Seb interrupts him to compliment Chris, and:


Chris and Seb start giving each other the heart eyes™ and he just stops speaking and is all like ‘omg guys please not again’ fight me on this.

Mackie KNOWS.

Mackie is also 100% done with their shit

anonymous asked:

Can I request a fic inspired by the prettiest person in the world post? I'd love to read that interception played out. So cute!

First off; thanks for the request, anon :)

And secondly; yes, of course… I love that post ,  because I find it really adorable, so it was really fun to write this. Now, it is a bit longer than I first planned it to be (because that’s just how I am, I say that I’m gonna write something short and then it end up being much more longer xD).

I hope you’re gonna like it thought ^^

It was one of those lazy Sundays, when one usually has nothing to do. Like usually, Alec was spending his free time over at Magnus’. At the moment, Magnus was dealing with one of his many clients of the day and Alec tried his best to keep himself occupied as he waited for his boyfriend to come back home. The client needed Magnus to go with him for some reason, so he was currently all alone in Magnus’ big apartment. It sucked that their free time together got interrupted again, but the Shadowhunter knew that he shouldn’t complain too much; Magnus had promised him that was his last client of the day and after that they’d be finally able to spend much needed time together.

Alec was currently in the warlock’s living room and was walking around in the circles and he sighed when he looked at the clock; Magnus had been out for more than two hours and he was really beginning to grow annoyed. In the end, Magnus’ bookcase caught his attention and he walked closer to it, looking if he’d find anything interesting to read. Since he was desperate, it didn’t really matter to him what he’d get, but much to his disappointment, most of the books were ancient spell books or just books written in an language that was unknown to Alec.

In the end, he finally found a book, which was pretty old and from the title Alec could see that they were just a bunch of old fairy-tales and folk tales, but it seemed interesting enough to Alec. He picked up the book and carried it to Magnus’ sofa, sitting down and he slowly opened up the book, a smile coming up upon his face. When he first opened the book, there were a bunch of old and beautiful illustrations, making Alec’s bad mood disappear just a little bit.

After some more time passed, Alec was completely absorbed in the book and the smile remained on his face as he continued on reading on what kind of adventures the characters in the book went. The book itself was written for kids, Alec was well aware of that, but that didn’t matter that much, because he was enjoying himself; a bit too much. The Shadowhunter was so busy with reading the book that he had completely forgotten about all of the surroundings around him and he didn’t even notice when Magnus portalled himself back into his apartment.

Magnus finally got rid of his last client of the day and was beyond happy to be back in his apartment. At first he was a bit disappointed when he couldn’t find Alec, thinking that his boyfriend had gone back to the Institute. But, the corners of his lips curled up, forming a tiny smile when he found the younger one curled up in his sofa, reading one of his favourite books. He chuckled and slowly came closer to him, pressing his lips together. Alec was so lost in the world of fairy-tales and wonder that he didn’t even notice him coming there. As Magnus continued to observe the Shadowhunter, a bigger smile tugged at his lips. Alexander looked beyond precious; his eyes were full of wonder and curiosity, he looked like a small child in a wonderland. Adorable.

“Hey,” said Magnus after a while and walked closer to the sofa, Alec only then acknowledging his presence, but he didn’t allow himself to be bothered by it. He was currently in the middle of a very intense and interesting scene. “I’m back,” he then said and Alec just nodded.

“Welcome back,” said Alec in a monotone voice. “While you were out, I borrowed one of your books to read. I hope you don’t mind it,” he then went on by saying, not really paying attention to what he was saying and Magnus arched an eyebrow.

“Not at all,” said Magnus and pressed his lips together, thinking of a way to get Alec’s attention. “Is it interesting?”

“Hmm,” hummed Alec and nodded.

“That’s good,” said Magnus and folded his arms on top of his chest, kind of offended that Alec was that much more interested in the book than in him. “Well, I’m very happy to be I’m finally back, we can finally do something together,” said Magnus and sighed, because Alec still wasn’t listening to him. However, he quite quickly thought of a way that would distract Alec from his reading and he grinned. “So, how is the prettiest person in the world doing?” he then asked, the ‘prettiest person’ bit of his question of course aimed at Alec.

Alec heard Magnus’ question and even though he’d usually be the one embarrassed, he decided to get Magnus back and he just shrugged, not even looking up from his book. “I don’t know, how are you?” asked Alec, no longer paying attention to the text in the book and even though he felt his face heating up, he managed to maintain a poker face.

Alec’s reply caught Magnus off guard and he went red into the face, opening his mouth to say something, but he quickly closed it again. Magnus’ heart skipped a beat and he let out a hitched breath. “I’m fine,” whispered Magnus, his voice cracking and it was at that point that Alec finally looked up.

Alec’s eyes widened when he looked up, amused to see Magnus blushing so obviously. It was a rare sight to behold, since it was Alec usually the one who would get easily embarrassed and his smirk widened when Magnus looked down. On the other side, he was quite surprised; Magnus wasn’t a stranger to getting complimented on his looks, so Alec was pleased with himself that his words made such a big impact on the older one.

Now, it was true that Magnus was not a stranger to getting compliments, but it was a completely different story when Alec would compliment him. It happened every now and then, but not in such an obvious manner and his entire body was heating up, because he could feel Alec’s eyes on him even though he was looking away. It was funny how fast tables could be turned and even though Magnus was centuries old, meaning that most of things weren’t able to faze him anymore, Alec still managed to make him speechless like that. Alec really was different and just as he said once before; something new for Magnus.

“What’s the matter, beautiful? Cat got your tongue?” asked Alec and put the book down onto the sofa and stood up, walking up to Magnus, who was still having troubles with keeping his face straight. He wore a huge smile on his face and it was kind of embarrassing, but in the end he managed to look up at Alec and he chuckled.

“When did you get so cocky, Alexander?” asked Magnus and Alec just shrugged, but chuckled when Magnus pulled him by his arm and pulled him close enough to press a kiss on top of those lips that were just begging to be kissed.

“I’ve learned from the best,” was Alec’s smug response and Magnus just shook his head, his soft laughter filling his apartment as Alec dragged him back to the sofa and sat pushed him down.  Caught off guard, Magnus just sat there in silence and grinned when Alec straddled his hips, Magnus’ arms wrapping around his waist as the other was sitting on top of him.

“My, my, Alexander,” said Magnus with a chuckle. “You’re full of surprises today, aren’t you?”

“Right,” stammered Alec, but remained collected as he kept staring down into Magnus’ beautiful cat-eyes. “That werewolf was your last client today?” asked Alec, kind of impatiently and Magnus arched an eyebrow.

“Yes, why do you ask?”

“Finally,” said Alec as a wide smirk spread across his face. Happy to hear that Magnus was free, Alec wrapped his arms around the warlock’s neck and pulled him closer for a kiss, which Magnus returned more than eagerly. After the day full of interruptions, they were finally able to spend some time together, taking things in the bedroom where they did many more interesting and fun things… together.