At least, there is no lie

Mom: “What do you usually do on the internet?”
Me: “Nothing indecent, surely.
I just appreciate the work from authors, video-editors and artists”
*fanfictions, fanvideos, fanarts*
Me: “…which are usually about polemic themes…”
*beautiful, mostly unlogical otps*
Me: “…and tend to explore the depths of relationship between characters, which at first-sight or by unexperienced eyes are not able to be seen…”
Me: “…tracing lines in the territories of the relationship field. They put into discussion: “what is love?”. From that knightly love, full of orders, conduct and adoration for the maiden…“
*cute fluff, g-rated*
Me: ”…to a more primitive, obscure and omitted by society love.“
Me: “It is beautiful, however, don’t search about it.”

Okay, but listen to me, I can’t get over how in TLD we were told that our reading of the drink code was correct. I don’t think spotting the drink code was an easy task, it was really subtextual, and we got IT  RIGHT. We know now 100%. And then only one episode later everything goes to hell, Johnlock never happened, even though it is much more blatant than the drink code, so are they telling me we got that little subtextual thing right but the huge romantic plot…nah? I just don’t get it. This is killing me, it makes no sense, it has no logic, and I can’t stand unlogical things as huge as what’s happening.


(click to see these babies in all their glory~)

Bury me, I’m dead, these took way too long but people have been asking for the girl’s and Zoro’s design so I just did all of them _(:3 」∠)_

  • Nami- Aladdin      Vivi-Jasmine      Zoro-flying carpet
  • Chopper-Abu       Sanji-Rajah        Luffy-Genie
  • Crocodile-Jafar    Robin-(way cooler) Jago     Cobra-Sultan Hamed
  • Franky-Razoul     Brook-Guardsman               Usopp-Guardsman
Creepypasta #1190: Why I Don't Camp

Length: Long

In spite of our differences, and honestly maybe because of them, Sam and I got along well. We got each other to try new things. Things neither of us would ordinarily do.

As a couple we worked well. We complimented each other. He was the strong, confident outdoorsman with a bit of a careless, sometimes self-destructive streak. I balanced him by being quiet and thoughtful. I’m sure people saw me as the petite little brooding girlfriend who’d rather be at home with a book. It never bothered me because that’s exactly what I was.

Sam was an adventurous type. Camping, climbing, off-roading in his 4 wheel drive, kayaking, anything outside really. He was also smart and caring and prone to at least one existential crisis a month. Regardless, this isn’t about Sam’s unhealthy fascination with Camus. It’s about our first and only camping trip together.

Honestly, I didn’t really want to go but I thought it was sweet that he’d invite me knowing I’d be no help to him whatsoever at setting up camp or cooking or any of the things he was so good at.

I kissed the tip of his nose and said I’d love to go and it was worth it just to see the happy look on his face. Almost.

The drive to Fox Creek was beautiful. Rolling, tree covered hills turned to deep, shady gorges and steep, rocky peaks. We turned off the interstate and into the town of Ellison and took surface streets through downtown, meandering along unlined country roads. We went miles past the town until we came to a faded, drooping sign that said Fox Creek SR 451. Sam turned onto the slightly rutted gravel road and we continued.

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anonymous asked:

Bruh an anti in comicon or something like that gave a KS fan a cookie but she put some dangerous stuff in it like glass or so and she had to go to the hospital

oh my gosh what the hell why are the antis more dangerous than the fans????? thats so unlogical??

anonymous asked:

trope prompt? ironhusbands + marriage proposal

(Just realized this could technically go in that verse I wrote ages ago about Tony and Rhodey being DUM-E’s parents).

Rhodey thinks about it long and hard.

First, he thinks about if this is something Tony really wants. After all, Tony’s one for gestures and getting what he wants; if he wanted this, he would have proposed already. Except for the fact that Tony’s also a nervous wreck of self-doubt, and he would probably be too nervous about tipping the status quo of their relationship.

So, it falls to Rhodey. It’s a duty he’s more than willing to take on, if only he could figure out how.

His first thought was, admittedly, carriage rides and champagne and fireworks, or flying to Paris and going to the top of the Eiffel Tower, or something equally grandiose. But, while some part of Tony genuinely likes–and maybe has an easier time understanding–big gestures, their relationship isn’t a spectacle. They’re not so idealistic and pure-minded that they’re entirely above using their relationship for spectacle sometimes, but this is…this is for them.

FRIDAY helps him figure it out, early morning conversations kept unlogged and private. Soon enough, Rhodey’s spending every spare minute Tony’s out getting things together. It takes a fair amount of work.

Rhodey relaxes on the couch in Tony’s lab space–or, at any rate, relaxes as much as he can–and just…waits. It will happen when it happens now.

Tony’s humming to himself, music turned down low compared to normal in deference for Rhodey’s feigned exhaustion. He’s elbow-deep in the War Machine boot and has that manic, brilliant gleam in his eye that Rhodey loves. The gleam that tells the laws of physics and nature to get the hell out of his way, because he’s going to reshape reality now.

“DUM-E, get me another coffee, since you can’t be bothered to hold the boot steady,” Tony says, despite the fact that Rhodey hasn’t heard him even ask DUM-E to hold the boot steady. The bot trills, wheeling off to the task the bot’s always performed best.

Today, though, Rhodey’s pulled the mug off the counter and left the box there instead. DUM-E, after a dozen practice sessions, knows what to do with it. He carefully scoops it into his claw and wheels back towards Tony, trilling all the way.

He insistently stands at Tony’s back. “Just set it down, you bucket of bolts,” he says. “I’ll get it when I get it.”

DUM-E persists, though, and Tony finally sighs, throws down his screwdriver, and turns, mouth open to chew the robot out when he sees the box.

Tony takes it from the robot with shaking hands.

Then he stares at the ring–simple, silver, already strung on a chain so Tony will actually wear it–for so long Rhodey gets closer and closer to panic.

“Rhodey, I’m gonna need….I’m gonna need some guidance, here,” Tony says.

Rhodey smiles tremulously. “Tony, I…we’ve been together a long time. I’m kinda hoping it could be forever? You and me, Tony. Like it’s meant to be. So…will you marry me?”

DUM-E trills again, beeping over and over, and Tony laughs, resting a shaking hand on the bots’ strut. DUM-E, ever-helpful, begins to move towards Rhodey, and Tony follows along.

When DUM-E finally has Tony in front of Rhodey, he moves, and Rhodey spares a spare second to admire the trick he never taught the bot, before Tony’s collapsing onto him and saying “yes,” over and over, in between kisses pressed to his jaw and neck.

anonymous asked:

if I may ask, how did one of the Gemini twins die if they're immortal? May we know the story? It's just that I'm a Gemini too and I love your characters so much ❤

Information about the tragedy you can find here, in Leo’s profile (x)
Sorry, I know it’s unlogical so I’ll put the link in Gemini’s profile later.

They’re immortal ‘cause they can’t die a natural death (disease or old age) and they can’t be killed with human weapons. But zodiacs still have their own weapons (Aries’s sword, Saggitarius’s arrows or Leo’s claws for example) and they are able to hurt each other or even kill .
One of the Gemini died because “curiosity killed the cat “, he/she went where no one of the zodiacs is allowed to go. The Maker is not able to ressurect zodiacs (maybe Libra is a little exception, but we’ll talk about it later) but he managed to put the soul into the eyepatch before it dissapeared. If he didin’t, another twin would be probably dead. Gemini can’t exist without each other.

Woah, thank you very much for the question! ;)

To Love You

Someday, you will understand why I never stop to love you.

End. Period.

Maybe, there is a thing that no need to explain. Without words. Without logic to tell. Because love is an unlogic reason why I keep waiting for you.

Even after years.

Sooo… I watched ep 3 of the Boruto anime.
Basically it was shit, pure shit.
The plot is stupid, Shino makes a shit teacher, the punishmen they didn’t deserve was to fix the Hokage monument… For some reason.
And they’re surprised that it didn’t end well, I suppose it’s unlogical to make actual sculptors do it, lets send the academy students instead (not even a genin team), some free labor.
They can’t afford it with Konoha’s failing economy either way.
Temari is a shit mom, she’s supposed to be stern (?) like Yoshino or something.
On the other hand Shikamaru makes a good dad. About the thing with Metal, where was Lee in all this? And the other teachers for that matter.
Boruto has a new doujutsu apparently. And he also has no idea about his mother’s entire family’s kekkei genkai at all.

Naruto comes back home (early as Hinata says, haha) says hi and inmediatly goes to sleep, he even misses diner because he’s too tired, he looks miserable too I find it really funny.
Wasn’t he a shonen hero a year ago or something?
Boruto is really a brat, he steals and every time he fucks up all he has to say is sorry and he’s forgiven.
The only positive thing I have to say is that Shikadai is a good kid and really tries to apologize to Metal and be friends, Inojin is cute, I like how he uses his paintings to fight which he got from Sai but he adds color to them probably due to his personality which I suppose he got from Ino and it’s sweet imo.
Little details like this.

the logic of this events era really unlogical and immature:

- nina and nikki reed friends and the proove was all the thousand pictures together in diferent events 

- nina and nikki double date with their boyfriends

- nina and ian broke up after 3 years of relationship 

- nikki divorce is on january and in april she and ian get married

- nikki and ian shove their happy life in all events all social media all paparazzi all conventions of TVD and even on the SET of TVD 

- if i was nina of course i leaved tvd IMAGINE the love of your life and your close friend FOR YEARS backstabing you and even appear on the work place ( set of tvd)

- ian was nice to fans ian was quiet with the media WITH NINA 

- with nikki they are both ATTEnTION FAME WHORE´S 

- nikki goes to conventions of tvd to the set when shes part of the fucking twilight series LOL dafuqqq





MY BETS - Ian is going to regret his decision and nikki will leave him when TVD ends lets hope he did fiil a pre-nup or nikki will steal his foundation and he will be poor and old and nina famous beatifull with tones of money and men better them him

anonymous asked:

Shut the fuck up. I literally said before that I was a fan of yours but you insisted on being rude to me in the couple of asks I sent. Even going so far as to draw that 'I have a hater' crap. You think you're special but outside of One Piece, nobody gives a damn about your art.

1º.- You send stuff as anon, so i can’t be rude to YOU because i don’t know WHO you are. Also i don’t recall being rude in my asks. I would like you to point me out in which asks I am supose to be rude (apart from the last one, where YOU were the one being rude and unlogical towards me).

Seriously, I’m intrigued, send me which asks you mean.

2º.- I feel like reminding you, that the MUSE ain’t the mun… what means if Rosetto seems like rude, that is part of the roleplaying of her character and shall not be taken serious.

3º.- If I thought I was special, I woudln’t be answering this ask… Even then, i shouldn’t be answering hate asks. and YES, it is called a hate ask, when you insult, instead of properly talking about the problem.


look i am a dog.” peter laughed loudly looking at the phone in his hand then the person who was sat next to him at the picnic bench. wendy had gave one to him once when he came to visit her window. he had a thing called snapchat and it made his face into a dog. being easily entertained he basically thought it was the greatest thing ever. 

Theory Time

So basicaly I had this small theory that Lena in season 3 will be a part of the Checkmate organisation. So basically this vison has more and more shape in my head for example Lena’s call history shows two pople who in the DCuniverse are a part of that. The first one being Tom which could be a shortend version of Thomas as in Thomas Jagger whose the White King’s Knight (that’s a position in the organisation) he was featured only in one issue in the comics but you know maybe he’s Lena’s GBF because as a charecter in the comics i think is cannonicaly gay.

Second person on that list is ladies and gentelmen is Amanda as in AMANDA WALLER whos actually one of the founders of the whole organisation. We met her in the SS(suecide squad) movie played by the talented Viola Davis

this could be far fetched and it’s unlogical for Lena to have those numbers so openly displayed but you know I girl can dream

anonymous asked:

Would it be weird if i asked what the fusions would be like with the Sanders Switch AU? just curious - Luna Howl

Well at the moment I’ll try to interpret a switch au version of Law and Night Terror.

Also I’m calling Night Terror Anthony at the moment and Law is going to be Lucas.

Well Anthony kind of have Switch Prince’s personality, but more slightly more sadistic and less lazy.

The Switch! Anthony would be called Day Dream and he’d be kind-hearted and productive, though both Day Dream and Night Terror have constant changes on the theme of dream, on and off calmness and creepy until they accidentally give Thomas a short round of Sleep Paralysis.

Now Law, him being both heart and mind he’ll have to be the opposite. He’d be called Lunatic. (eyy accidental name placement)

Law, even though having Logan’s trouble processing emotions, is very social and would love to talk and theorize even if his voice from time to time will be monotone.

So Lunatic would be able to express more sadistic emotions, he tends to be antisocial half the time and would accidentally say something morally displeasing or something unlogical which he’ll quickly corrected himself.

Now this seems like it doesn’t match the character’s, being fused to create them, emotions but that’s the fun of fusions for me.
They don’t have to have the other two’s exact traits, they are them, but they have their own personalities and I love it!

Soon I’ll make the two switch versions!

Thank you Lunar!

12 Missed calls 42 Texts Later

Disclaimer: I do not own these gifs. I got them online, credit to the rightful owners.

You paced the width of your apartment, waiting for your boyfriend to come back. If he came back! You’ve been texting and calling him for the past two hours and he hasn’t picked up, answered a text, or bothered to try and reach you in any way. You knew Dylan was filming today, and that he was filming a particularly dangerous scene. He wouldn’t let you go with him just incase anything happened, and he assured you that he’d text you at every chance he got. His last text was four hours ago, and it said: Tyler messed up again :/ Last take. I’m okay, Love you xxx 

Two hours and thirty minutes, you started to panic. Picking up your phone from the couch, you called Tyler. The phone rang, and rang, and rang, but no answer. Straight to voicemail. “Oh my God,” tears stung your eyes. What happened? Is he okay? Finally, you couldn’t wait any longer, and you fetched your keys and went out the door. 

Two steps down, Dylan rounded the stairs and met up with you. 

His scratched face turned twisted in confusion, “where are you going?” The sight of his scarred face made you want to hug him and tend to him, but the anger and worry were much stronger. You tossed your keys at him, barely missing. He dodged the keys and glared at you, “what the hell was that?”

“I have been texting you! Calling you and Tyler! No one picked up! I was worried sick! Where have you been?”

“Filming!” He hissed, “where else? I texted you!”

Three hours ago! I thought something happened!” 

He raised his arms, “nothing happened! I’m right here! Why are you yelling?”

“Because I thought you died!”

The apartment doors around you started opening, your neighbors eager to get the front row seat on the fight between Dylan O’brien and his long term girlfriend. Dylan sighed, “lets go back inside, we’ll talk okay? Lets talk.” He picked up your keys then tried taking your hand as you climbed the stairs. You pulled away angrily, and beat him to the door. 

Dylan walked into the apartment and calmly closed the door, then he took a seat on a chair, “you thought I died? It wasn’t that big of a scene.”

“I called you 12 times!” 

He raised his eyebrows, then took his phone out of his pocket and said, “crap y/n. I had my phone on silent. I didn’t see, 42 texts. Holy crap you must’ve been worried.”

“You think?!” You screamed, frustrated at how calm he was. “You knew how worried I was! I called you 12 times Dylan! 12 and you didn’t pick up once! I was terrified! How could you turn your phone on silent? You knew I was worried! That’s seriously the most inconsiderate and stupid thing you’ve ever done!”


“While you were over there laughing with your shitty friends I’ve been shaking with worry!”


“How daft do you have to be to forget your girlfriend? Eh? Tell me that!”

“Y/N!” He shouted.


“Can you shut up for a few seconds and listen? God Dang!”

Your jaw dropped, “Did you just –”

He stood up and stormed to me, his face inches from mine, “I just spent eight hours in the hot sun! Doing crazy stunts, my face is burning! Because it’s scratched, if you haven’t noticed. I slid on the gravel. But that doesn’t matter because I didn’t pick up your damn phone calls? I get you were worried! But I’m okay y/n! And I’m tired as hell! I’m at your apartment because I expected  you to take care of me after such a hectic day! I was ready to kiss you and for you to help me fix this!” he pointed at his wounded face, “then we could lay down and relax! Instead! I get a psycho girlfriend who’s badmouthing my friends and I because I didn’t pick up the phone!”

“You don’t understand how worried I was!” you yelled, though not as loud this time, “you weren’t thinking straight Dylan! This isn’t about your wounds or how bad your day was, it’s about the fact that you couldn’t pick up a phone and tell me you were okay! Seriously! If you can’t bother with that we shouldn’t bother with this relationship”

He turned around, ran his hands through his hair, and turned back to me. His lips were in a grim line and his tongue was pressed to his cheek the way it did when he was trying to control his anger. Deep down, you knew you went to far, but you was still scared for him, he looked like he was in a lot of pain and that made you angry! Why couldn’t they get a damn stunt double? And why couldn’t he just find the time to text you? It may seem like you’re over reacting, or overly attached. But you were just worried, really worried, out of your mind and unlogically worried for this crazy man you’re madly in love with. 

“You want to break up?” He whispered angrily, making you realize what you had said, “You really want to do that? Because I didn’t reply to your damn text y/n?”

“You don’t understand,” you repeated, “I was –”

“WORRIED SICK!” he screamed, “I get it! But damn! You’re really over reacting don’t you think?” He had his hands in fists, and he was shaking. Time to pull back and calm hm down.

“Dylan, I’m– calm down okay? Lets just talk calmly okay?”

“Calm never works with you!” he screamed, “you fight over the silliest things y/n and I’m getting sick of it! I’m really starting to resent you.” He tugged on his hair, then picked up my favorite mug and chucked it at a wall.

“Dylan!” you screamed, “Stop what are you doing!”

He didn’t hear you, he threw his phone at the wall, “I’m so sick of always doing something wrong! Everything I do is wrong to you!” he screamed.

“Baby please calm down!”

“Don’t baby me!” He shouted, “I’m done!” He chucked a vase at the wall behind you sending a shock through your body, causing you to fall. He glared at you, his eyes still full of fury, “I’m done. I can’t live like this.” He mumbled, walking out and slamming the door behind him.

You felt numb for hours after that, and you didn’t cry because it all had to be a nightmare. you waited to wake up, and see him walking through the door, unhurt and smiling at you. But that wasn’t going to happen, and only when you realized that the tears started coming, and you couldn’t stop them. You sat on the floor, with tears on your face, thinking about all you said and how you’d take it back in a second. It didn’t matter that he didn’t text back, as long as he was there at the end of the day so you could kiss him goodnight. You loved him so much it physically hurt you, and thinking about him leaving you tore you into a million pieces over, and over, and over. Until you thought you’d die right there.

Then the door opened, and Dylan sheepishly stepped in. He looked at you, then his eyes met the floor, “I bought you another mug,” he mumbled.

In a flash, you were in his arms, “I’m so sorry,” you cried, “I’m sorry I’m sorry I love you so much Dylan I’m so sorry Please don’t leave.”

He rubbed your back soothingly, although his eyes were also red from previous tears. “I’m sorry too,” he whispered in your ear, “I over reacted. It’s been a tough day. I love you more than ever y/n and I never planned on leaving. I’m sorry.”

You kissed him softly, careful not to get near the scratch on his face or apply pressure on his hurt lip. But he wouldn’t have it, he moved your hands into his hair, where he loved them the most. And deepened your kiss, making sure to remind you of why you couldn’t go a day without his soft lips.

When you finally pulled away for breath, your hand softly brushed his scratches, making him flinch. “Let’s fix this,” you said, “so I don’t have to think of anything else when I kiss you.”