we're all waiting for this happen

  • friend: what's wrong?
  • me, internally: fox hasn't renewed brooklyn nine nine yet and it's really stressing me out because there's still too much that needs to happen like jake & amy getting married and having kids, and holt & kevin having an actual wedding ceremony and rosa & gina need to just hook up at some point we're all waiting for it but if fox doesn't renew it we won't get these and it feels like the walls are closing in on my chest because of it
  • me: nothing

anonymous asked:

When they mistake one girl for another it's just so funny because we're meant to think it's all spontaneous; that paps are there waiting to stumble with the next celebrity and so they take pictures because THEY know who they are. And then, then THIS happens. It's all so fake sdgdgsghsh GOD I'm living.

MY CROPS ARE THRIVING

Guys, what if at Wrestlemania...
  • Seth: *limping backstage after his match*
  • Dean: *comes to help him*
  • Seth: *confused* Wait, after all what I've done with you, you're... helping me? Why?
  • Dean: Because we're brothers. We argue, we fight, we screw each other. But at the end of the day, everything is forgiving. I had my revenge at MITB, it's all done with me...
  • Dean: ... but if you don't want my help, I'm not forcing you...
  • Seth: *interrupting Dean* NO, NO... I want. Thank you.
  • Dean: You're welcome.
  • Dean and Seth: *walk together in the backstage*
Codenames : Hetalia
  • America: Ok guys! From now on we're using the codenames I made you all
  • America: You will address me as "Eagle One."
  • America: Russia is "Been there, done that."
  • America: Japan is "Currently doing that."
  • Japan: Um-
  • America: France is "It happened once in a dream!"
  • America: England is "Not going there!"
  • America: China is "If I had to pick a girl,"
  • China: Wait wha-
  • America: And Germany is... "Eagle Two."
  • Germany: Thank God.

anonymous asked:

I know we're all excited for the printshop scene and what happens next, but the reunion I'm truly looking forward to is the one between Jamie and Bree. I'm aware Roger and Brianna are not fan favorites but I LOVE the relationship both of them build with Jamie over time, he really becomes a father for both of them. Jamie deserves all the good things, and I can't wait for his family to be whole again. And I *really* hope the show will not neglect Fergus as Diana did in the books. I love them all!

There was no doubt in her mind, from the first glimpse. She was at once surprised and not surprised at all; he was not quite what she had imagined—he seemed smaller, only man-sized—but his face had the lines of her own; the long, straight nose and stubborn jaw, and the slanted cat-eyes, set in a frame of solid bone. 

He moved toward her out of the maples’ shadow, and the sun struck his hair with a spray of copper sparks. Half consciously she raised a hand and pushed a strand of hair back from her face, seeing from the corner of her eye the matching gleam of thick red-gold. 

“What d’ye want here, lassie?” he asked. Sharp, but not unkind. His voice was deeper than she had imagined; the Highland burr slight but distinct. “You,” she blurted. Her heart seemed to have wedged itself in her throat; she had trouble forcing any words past it. 

He was close enough that she caught the faint whiff of his sweat and the fresh smell of sawn wood; there was a golden scatter of sawdust caught in the rolled sleeves of his linen shirt. His eyes narrowed with amusement as he looked her up and down, taking in her costume. One reddish eyebrow rose, and he shook his head. 

“Sorry, lass,” he said, with a half-smile. “I’m a marrit man.” 

He made to pass by, and she made a small incoherent sound, putting out a hand to stop him, but not quite daring to touch his sleeve. He stopped and looked at her more closely. 

“No, I meant it; I’ve a wife at home, and home’s not far,” he said, evidently wishing to be courteous. “But—” He stopped, close enough now to take in the grubbiness of her clothes, the hole in the sleeve of her coat and the tattered ends of her stock. 

“Och,” he said in a different tone, and reached for the small leather purse he wore tied at his waist. “Will ye be starved, then, lass? I’ve money, if you must eat.” 

She could scarcely breathe. His eyes were dark blue, soft with kindness. Her eyes fixed on the open collar of his shirt, where the curly hairs showed, bleached gold against his sunburnt skin. 

“Are you—you’re Jamie Fraser, aren’t you?” 

He glanced sharply at her face. 

“I am,” he said. The wariness had returned to his face; his eyes narrowed against the sun. He glanced quickly behind him, toward the tavern, but nothing stirred in the open doorway. He took a step closer to her. 

“Who asks?” he said softly. “Have you a message for me, lass?” 

She felt an absurd desire to laugh welling up in her throat. Did she have a message? 

“My name is Brianna,” she said. He frowned, uncertain, and something flickered in his eyes. He knew it! He’d heard the name and it meant something to him. She swallowed hard, feeling her cheeks blaze as though they’d been seared by a candle flame. 

“I’m your daughter,” she said, her voice sounding choked to her own ears. “Brianna.” 

He stood stock-still, not changing expression in the slightest. He had heard her, though; he went pale, and then a deep, painful red washed up his throat and into his face, sudden as a brushfire, matching her own vivid color. 

She felt a deep flash of joy at the sight, a rush through her midsection that echoed that blaze of blood, recognition of their fair-skinned kinship. Did it trouble him to blush so strongly? she wondered suddenly. Had he schooled his face to immobility, as she had learned to do, to mask that telltale surge? 

Her own face felt stiff, but she gave him a tentative smile. 

He blinked, and his eyes moved at last from her face, slowly taking in her appearance, and—with what seemed to her a new and horrified awareness—her height. 

“My God,” he croaked. “You’re huge.” 

Her own blush had subsided, but now came back with a vengeance. 

“And whose fault is that, do you think?” she snapped. She drew herself up straight and squared her shoulders, glaring. So close, at her full height, she could look him right in the eye, and did. 

He jerked back, and his face did change then, mask shattering in surprise. Without it, he looked younger; underneath were shock, surprise, and a dawning expression of half-painful eagerness. 

“Och, no, lassie!” he exclaimed. “I didna mean it that way, at all! It’s only—” He broke off, staring at her in fascination. His hand lifted, as though despite himself, and traced the air, outlining her cheek, her jaw and neck and shoulder, afraid to touch her directly. 

“It’s true?” he whispered. “It is you, Brianna?” He spoke her name with a queer accent—Breeanah—and she shivered at the sound. 

“It’s me,” she said, a little huskily. She made another attempt at a smile. “Can’t you tell?” 

His mouth was wide and full-lipped, but not like hers; wider, a bolder shape, that seemed to hide a smile in the corners of it, even in repose. It was twitching now, not certain what to do. 

“Aye,” he said. “Aye, I can.” 

He did touch her then, his fingers drawing lightly down her face, brushing back the waves of ruddy hair from temple and ear, tracing the delicate line of her jaw. She shivered again, though his touch was noticeably warm; she could feel the heat of his palm against her cheek. 

“I hadna thought of you as grown,” he said, letting his hand fall reluctantly away. “I saw the pictures, but still—I had ye in my mind somehow as a wee bairn always—as my babe. I never expected …” His voice trailed off as he stared at her, the eyes like her own, deep blue and thick-lashed, wide in fascination. 

“Pictures,” she said, feeling breathless with happiness. “You’ve seen pictures of me? Mama found you, didn’t she? When you said you had a wife at home—” 

“Claire,” he interrupted. The wide mouth had made its decision; it split into a smile that lit his eyes like the sun in the dancing tree leaves. He grabbed her arms, tight enough to startle her. 

“You’ll not have seen her, then? Christ, she’ll be mad wi’ joy!” The thought of her mother was overwhelming. Her face cracked, and the tears she had been holding back for days spilled down her cheeks in a flood of relief, half choking her as she laughed and cried together. 

“Here, lassie, dinna weep!” he exclaimed in alarm. He let go of her arm and snatched a large, crumpled handkerchief from his sleeve. He patted tentatively at her cheeks, looking worried. 

“Dinna weep, a leannan, dinna be troubled,” he murmured. “It’s all right, m’ annsachd; it’s all right.” 

“I’m all right; everything’s all right. I’m just—happy,” she said. She took the handkerchief, wiped her eyes and blew her nose. “What does that mean—a leannan? And the other thing you said?” 

“You’ll not have the Gaelic, then?” he asked, and shook his head. “No, of course she wouldna have been taught,” he murmured, as though to himself. 

“I’ll learn,” she said firmly, giving her nose a last wipe. “A leannan?” 

A slight smile reappeared on his face as he looked at her. 

“It means ‘darling,’ ” he said softly. “M’ annsachd—my blessing.” 

The words hung in the air between them, shimmering like the leaves. They stood still, both stricken suddenly with shyness by the endearment, unable to look away from each other, unable to find more words. 

“Fa—” Brianna started to speak, then stopped, suddenly seized with doubt. What should she call him? Not Daddy. Frank Randall had been Daddy to her all her life; it would be a betrayal to use that name to another man—any other man. Jamie? No, she couldn’t possibly; rattled as he was by her appearance, he had still a formidable dignity that forbade such casual use. “Father” seemed remote and stern—and whatever Jamie Fraser might be, he wasn’t that; not to her. 

He saw her hesitate and flush, and recognized her trouble. 

“You can … call me Da,” he said. His voice was husky; he stopped and cleared his throat. “If—if ye want to, I mean,” he added diffidently. 

“Da,” she said, and felt the smile bloom easily this time, unmarred by tears. “Da. Is that Gaelic?” 

He smiled back, the corners of his mouth trembling slightly. 

“No. It’s only … simple.” 

And suddenly it was all simple. He held out his arms to her. She stepped into them and found that she had been wrong; he was as big as she’d imagined—and his arms were as strong about her as she had ever dared to hope.

i swear henrik goes around posting times on julie’s request, and it’s all to distract us from the real filming going on somewhere else. watch nothing happen tomorrow at 16:28 while henrik quickly types up another random time like 25:99 or some shit and while some of us start googling products within a 10 km radius of oslo priced at 25.99 kroner, the rest of us decide to wait for the time to occur. and we wait…..

anonymous asked:

i know we're all talking about whether or not malec will do the deed but can i just say how excited i am for the alec giving magnus a gift scene? i can't wait to see magnus's reaction, judging by the stills we got he is not expecting it at all!

Yesssss, Anon! Finally somebody who also remembers that this will also happens in that episode—and for that I am actually way more excited than the “sex” or not scene tbh.

I mean seriously, the stills and Magnus’ facial expression on a simple picture pretty much ended me already. It looks so soft and precious and pure. Can you imagine how this will be when we all watch that scene? When Alec gives Magnus that present, his face full of surprise and awe like he cannot believe that Alec went and bought something for him? And when Alec explains to him what it means? That he wanted to get Magnus something that will protect him? (I am sure Magnus knows the meaning but ….)

Like here he is, Alec Lightwood, buying Magnus a gift. To protect him. The meaning, people. Magnus Bane, a century old warlock, getting surprised by his 23year old shadowhunter. He will fall even more in love with Alec than he already is.

anonymous asked:

Assuming your ask box is open according to that post you have great timing because I just started freaking out over a legal studies test. Could I request some heavy fluff w/ Zen? Basically, every morning before he wakes up, MC likes to shower his face in kisses but he doesn't know this until he's just laying in bed contemplating waking up before he needs to and it happens. If your box is closed, I'm really sorry but if it isn't, thanks in advance for writing this!

a/n: I hope you wouldn’t mind a small fic to celebrate Zen’s birthday!! Y’all enjoy this angst break. LAUGHS EVILLY TO THE SUN

Zen

 The wolf and the sheep.

You got something that I believe,
I've been waiting for all my ...
We're blazing high, smoke fill the night
I'm
gasoline, you're fire.

Crawling beside the most handsome man your eyes have ever seen, you gently squeezed yourself in between the small space beside his body and arm. He was laying bare right next to you, the inevitable body heat reaching your skin and sending tingles you couldn’t possibly ignore.

Oh god was he so beautiful.

Your fingers started tracing the small cracks of his abs, feeling the roughness of the muscles and at the same time, the smooth and gentle skin enveloping the hardness like a soft shell. Your eyes fluttered towards his sleeping face, taking in the majestic view of how his lips were slightly parted as he breathed gently, his perfectly shaped nose, his strong jaw, his long and beautiful lashes and the mop of silver hair sprawled across the pillows.

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*walks up to mic*

*clears throat*

*SCREECHES*

SEASON TWO IS ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE IT’S ALMOST HERE

What do you want for Christmas?
  • Santa : What do want for Christmas, kiddo?
  • Me : Uh... It's a long list, Santa.
  • Santa : Go ahead.
  • Me : *sighs* I want Tamlin to stop being a dick and wake the FUCK up. I want Cassian's gorgeous wings to heal. I want Azriel to be happy. I want Mor to realise that Azriel loves her. I want Amren to be free. I want Feysand to be FUCKING GET BACK TOGETHER. THEY'RE MARRIED AND ALL BUT SHE'S HALFWAY ACROSS THE DAMNED CONTINENT *mental breakdown*
  • Santa :
  • Me : That's only one series, Santa. I have shit ton more up my sleeves. I WANT MY DARLING, BABY, FIRE BREATHING BITCH QUEEN, AELIN ASHRYVER WHITETHORN-GALATHYNIUS TO NOT DIE. I want... MAEVE TO BURN IN HELL— wait. no. She has to suffer in the hands of Aelin's court first. That'll be cool. I want Lysaedion to happen. I want Elorcan to get back together. AND MANORIAN! *cries* PLEASE BE AN ACTUAL COUPLE. I want Rowan and his companions to not get hurt while saving Aelin. IS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK FOR ?!
  • Santa :
  • Me :
  • Santa : Nope.
  • Me :
  • Santa :
  • Me :
  • Santa : Kiddo, we're on the same side.
  • Me : DAS RIGHT, SANTA.
  • Liv: I know you say it's gonna be fine, but I swore that I wouldn't say anything to anyone about the drugs. And I have. I've told you.
  • Robert: Which was the right thing to do.
  • Liv: Right, but what if he doesn't see it like that and he thinks I can't be trusted? What if he's still taken them. What is he's hooked?
  • Robert: He's clean. He swore to me. Getting a release date is something for him to focus on.
  • Liv: Everyone hates a grass, Robert.
  • Robert: Liv, this could have ended really badly. Because you told me the truth, it didn't. You did a good thing.
  • Liv: Right, so you always tell the truth? Even if it could really upset him and possibly mess things up, you'd do it anyway?
  • Robert: Everyone wishes they could answer 'yes' to that question.
  • Liv: Exactly.
  • Robert: Yeah. Yeah, sometimes you do stupid things and if we could go back, we'd hit 'delete' and none of it would have happened. But this isn't one of those things. You did what needed to be done and he understands that.
  • Liv: So you set him straight?
  • Robert: I won't need to. We're family. He can't wait to see us.
  • Liv: Well, you're all right, Robert, you've not done anything wrong, have you?
Ghost Quartet Characters as History of the World, I Guess Quotes
  • <p> <b>Rose:</b> that's bullshit. this whole thing is bullshit. that's a scam. fuck the church. here's 95 reasons why<p/><b>Pearl:</b>  it's sad. i'm sad. i miss you.<p/><b>The Astronomer:</b> i think there's a universe now. what's it made of? quarks and stuff.<p/><b>The Bear:</b> get the hell out of here. will you get the hell out of here if i give you 500 elephants? okay, thanks, bye<p/><b>Soldier:</b> actually, never. and also now. nothing is nowhere. when? never. makes sense, right? like i said, it didn't happen. nothing was never anywhere.<p/><b>The Miller:</b> coming soon to a dank river valley near you.<p/><b>The Fiddler:</b> "wait!" said christopher columbus, probably smoking crack.<p/><b>Roxie:</b> the mayans have figured out the stars<p/><b>Starchild:</b> star is born. it's a star<p/><b>Lady Usher:</b> don't worry about rome, it won't fall.<p/><b>Edgar Usher:</b> this guy, who sat under a tree for so long that he figured out how to ignore the fact that we're all dying.<p/><b>Fool:</b> no thanks. can't walk yet. plus there's no food so i don't  care<p/><b>Dunyazad:</b> the middle east is getting more complicated. maybe because it's in the middle of the east.<p/><b>Scheherazad:</b> you could make a religion out of this, and maybe conquer the world as well.<p/><b>Shah Zaman:</b> “wow that guy's rich” said everybody<p/><b>Monk:</b> "let's overthrow the palace and cut all their heads off!" said robespierre, cutting everybody's heads off until someone eventually got mad and cut his head off.<p/><b>The Photographer:</b> phone call! surprise! it's in your pocket! wanna learn everything? surprise! it's on the computer! now your phone's a computer, which is in your pocket!<p/><b>The Victim:</b> hi, im gandhi, and if britain doesn't get the hell out of india, i'm going to starve myself in public.<p/><b>The Driver:</b> wanna get enlightened in the middle of nowhere?<p/><b>The Pusher:</b> whoops, someone just attacked america. i bet they'll remember that.<p/><b>Brittain:</b> now you can eat sunshine<p/><b>Gelsey:</b> japan is so addicted to art that the military might have to take over the government.<p/><b>Dave:</b> you could make a religio-no don’t<p/><b>Brent:</b> hello? yes, it's the 1920's calling. let's get to a car and drive to a party and listen to jazz on the radio and go to the movies.<p/></p>
  • donghyuck: hey hyung wanna join the pen fifteen club
  • mark: the what
  • donghyuck: the pen fifteen club. all u gotta do is write 'pen fifteen' on ur arm!!
  • mark: !!!! oh cool ok
  • mark: (writes pen15 on his arm)
  • mark: wait
  • donghyuck:
  • mark:
  • donghyuck: :)
  • mark: frick
Easter update!

Hey, Age from Vertebrae here! It’s been a couple weeks since the last update, but we’re still alive, don’t worry. After the last blogpost Hauk and Daniel went to Japan, I worked a bit, and then the easter break snuck up on us. Sorry for keeping you in the dark!

While the rest of Vertebrae was away I goofed around with some visual tweaks, and I’m really happy with how they’ve turned out so far. The biggest change so far is this neat little oil effect that takes any sprite’s afterimage and dissolves it. It’s been super useful for making trails and for making objects stand out a little more! (I’ve also made the game shoot oil particles everywhere and I may have gone a little overboard. We’ll figure that out later.)

The trail as applied to Ripley:

Oil mortar without trail:

Oil mortar with trail: (subtle)

Particles!!

Uh… bugfixing?

Since the last update we’ve also been tweaking the game physics and rewriting the hitbox collision code and making cutscene assets and writing dialogue and fixing bugs and sending emails and polishing the bossfight and uh… basically, we’ve been doing stuff.

In other news (since it’s the easter break and all), I’m at The Gathering! I’m mostly just hanging around and participating in a couple contests, but if anything happens I’ll write up an update. And after the easter break is over we’ll be getting back to the office and making plans for next month. So stay tuned for that!

ao3

Tock. Tap. Tap. Tock. Tap. Tap. Tock. Tap. Ta-

Lance-” 

Ms. Klein’s sharp voice cut through the perfect triplet rhythm Lance was orchestrating between the clock and his pencil. His hand froze, but he couldn’t help the frown that pulled at his face. It was her fault, really— who actually started class on the first day of school?

The teacher turned back to the chalkboard and Lance’s thoughts turned back to anything besides social studies. His gaze slid to his left; Hunk was looking at him with the Oo face. Lance rolled his eyes, looking back to the front of the classroom. 

He glanced back at Hunk. Hunk looked straight ahead. 

Lance glanced down at his notebook for a moment, but, feeling eyes on him, looked back over. Hunk’s gaze flitted up to the clock. Lance bit back a smirk.

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The face’s Chidori makes when she learns Tenga has feelinsg for her really hit me because you can see so much in them.

The first pic is when we hear Tenga’s thoughts and he’s hitting Katsuhira. She was completely oblivious to his feelings for her and she’s slowly realizing them, but she’s not compltely sure though.
And the second pic is when Tenga screams “So what if I like Chidori ?!”, when it hits her. Not only the fact that he’s in love with her, but how awful it must have been for him to whole time. How she wouldn’t stop putting her feelings for Kacchon in his face, how selfish and how unconsiderate she was. She realizes just how much she must have hurted him.

 That’s what I read in her face and honestly it’s not okay.

anonymous asked:

wait, you're german? that's so cool, i've never met any other german hufflepuffs and i AM german myself

maybe ppl around here don’t take hogwarts houses as seriously as they should bc I only know one other puff in person (who happens to be my sister).
but the internet is a great place and I’m pretty sure there are some more german hufflepuffs around.
I mean we’re one big badger family anyway so that’s cool.