what i saw and how i lied

anonymous asked:

I love diamond is unbreakable. Honestly, I love love love everything about it. My li'l bro and I now have inside jokes about some of the parts I can see people having issues with (like the Koichi pose) but really I thoroughly enjoy watching the episodes

ahh me too, it’s def my favorite part! and that’s also probably why i got a little disappointed when i saw how the quality dropped, esp at the second part, even if it were just a little bit. i mean to be totally honest my expectations were a little higher than what the anime is offering right now, even tho it’s not BAD but it’s not great either imo, and it makes me a liitle sad bc like i said it’s my all time fav part and i wanted it to be perfect, but that’s just my selfish wish i guess. don’t get me wrong, i actually am very grateful that we got an anime, it just didn’t meet my expectations fully


Today the Departments of Awesome Parenting and Impossible Cuteness met to squee in delight at the outrageously adorable and elaborate charaben (character bento) lunches created by Li Ming, Singapore-based mother of two lucky sons. Ming began making these exceptional midday meals when her eldest son, 10-year-old Ivan Tey, was having a hard time adjusting to starting school:

‘He refused to go to school and cried everyday - he was not used to the longer hours and missed me. I packed him charabens with written messages to make him feel more secure.“

It wasn’t long before her youngest son, Lucas Tey, started asking for special lunches too:

"Lucas saw one of them and asked for one to take to kindergarten and he really enjoyed the attention he got from his teachers and friends. I ended up decorating either their lunch or dinner instead and they eat those at home. They still enjoy looking at what I make and will give comments at times on how I can position certain parts.”

Li Ming has now made over 100 delightful charaben meals for her sons. Sometimes her inspiration comes from everyday life and other times share uses ideas suggested by her kids.

Visit Li Ming’s Flickr stream to check out many more of her amazing bento creations.

[via Demilked and The Daily Mail]

“It’s our first date. We met on Fire Island. I wasn’t even planning on going out that night. I’d already drank half a bottle of Johnny Black so I was just going to stay in and read my Chelsea Handler book, but my friends promised to bake me cookies if I went to the club with them. So I went to buy three bags of cookie dough, and when I finally got to the club all my friends were making out with somebody, so I was like ‘this sucks,’ and I just started dancing by myself and eating the cookie dough. Then I saw him by the DJ booth and we made eye contact so I went over and started sharing my cookie dough. We never actually spoke. Then a few months later I ran into him on the subway.”

(Facebook: Humans of New York)


HONY thought it would be cute to substitute “cookie dough” for cocaine without even realizing how ridiculous that lie is.  Ain’t nobody eating a bag of cookie dough out with their friends on Fire Island.  A bag of warm-ass cookie dough in a gay club.  What intern from Oklahoma thought that was cute?  Let me tell you how that evening really went.

“It’s our first actual date with actual words.  The first doesn’t count because we only swapped blowjobs that we barely remember in the Meat Rack out on Fire Island.  I wasn’t even planning on going out that night.  I’d already drank half a bottle of Johnny Black so I was just going to stay in and vaguely glance at my Chelsea Handler book while waiting on a Scruff notification from someone I’d actually let come over and plow me, but my friends promised me coke if I went out with them, and not the regular kind.  Good stuff.  Like Wall Street coke.  They text me the guy’s address to go pick it up and they’d pay me back when I got to the club, so I picked up three bags.  When I finally got to the club, all my friends were making out with somebody, so I was like ‘I have all this coke to myself and I’m already drunk’ so I started dancing by myself and doing keybumps in the corner.  Then I saw him by the DJ booth and we made eye contact so I went over to see if he was into blow too.  We never actually spoke.  A few bumps turned into blowjobs and then a few months later I saw him on Grindr here in the city and he was 250 ft away.”

I completely agree with awkwardspiritanimals post here about Fitzsimmons ad-libbing their fight over Fury’s Toolbox in order to get it away from New SHIELD and on it’s way back to Coulson. I wanted more of a breakdown so here it is.

First Jemma sets the plan in motion. She lies to Bobbi, telling her It’s not a tech solution. It’s a lab solution.

Next, Fitz figures out what Jemma is doing. She’s scanning the surface dimensions… why would she do that? 

You can see his realisation that she is scanning it so she can print an identical looking 3D model.

Then comes the most Fitzsimmonsy conversation ever. So much subtext.

I saw everything Jemma. Did you really want me to find out like this?

Well I was hoping you would so that we can work together on this. Do you have any idea how valuable the information inside this could be? 

You need to help me get it out. Get things back to normal.

Things can never go back to normal. Can’t you see that can’t any of you see what you’ve done you’ve destroyed a mans life for what. Because of fear? 

Well I don’t believe in fear. I believe in trust. And I’m shocked that you would do this you knew it would drive me away you may as well have packed my bags yourself. 

You want me to leave, don’t you Jemma.

If we work for SHIELD we have a DUTY to carry out our responsibilities. So perhaps it’s best if you do.

And now Fitz is on his way to Coulson…

New S.H.I.E.L.D. has no idea what’s happened…

and most importantly…

Fitzsimmons is BACK


“Thank you for what you did. That was very nice and thoughtful of you.” 
How am I supposed to respond to that?!
“Uh, yeah. Sure.” I mumbled as I walked away from him. As soon as he was out of my sight I went to one corner and I saw my reflection from the glass window that I was as red as a tomato. 

Part Two of the College Library MakoHaru AUMain, Part 1, 2.5, Part 3

I lied. I can’t make it two parts so there will be three parts now. OTL I made the part of them being acquainted in the library too long. Ugh. OTL So part three will be most likely next week again and that’s it! Arrogant Bibliophile Haru is arrogant. I love him. <3

Three Hours In The Library Part Two

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Ok I really don’t know how this came to be just that this came to my attention when I played episode 4 but didn’t think it was that important. Until I saw this user wondering ‘okay so nathan likes drugs i get it but why diet pills, i don’t understand’ and that’s when I started wondering too what the hell was going on. Meaning i did some research and this is what i’ve got So, what if: Asides from his mental illness Nathan was/is being sexually abused (by mr jefferfuck tbh i wouldn’t put it past him, the guy is a sexual predator or by the dark room group)? What do you think?

P.S: there was an article that explicitly stated sexual abused victims started taking diet pills but i forgot to screenshot (i suck)

Note: My other posts about Nathan and stuff can be found here x x x Please check them out

I saw some posts about how all the other DA:I romances except Solavellan can be comforted by their LI about their arm post-Trespasser, but what if… Solas comforts Lavellan about her arm too?

Like every night she has nightmares about the pain, about losing it, about it falling away from her body like dust, so he changes her dreams. He alters the Fade so she dreams of happier times, things that make her feel warm and loved or moments that make her laugh.

And after a while she catches on to what he’s doing, and asks if he would just stay to listen to her instead.

So he does. He listens every night to her talk about her loss, the difficulty she’s having adjusting to her new disability. He listens to her cry and mourn, but always remains silent and at a distance. And he may not answer her, he may not hold her, but he always listens. And he will listen for as long as she wishes him to hear, for as long as she needs him to.

How in the world it is normal to hashtag Freddieisreal when we saw him on Louis’ chest, we saw him being paraded around in that carrier, covered in a blanket. He is real, right? I mean why would we say a baby is not real? 

There’s a lot of fuss to believe something is real when it is real. 

Do you get what I mean? 

The more you try to prove it dear Ashley the more sketchy it seems, simple as that. Like the way they try to deny and hide Larry. We have very good censors for lies, and this shit is incredible. Where is the McFly, the Rooney and the Buble pap pic, the moms? Why are they not parading around? Where is Wayne, or Michael, or the other Harry? Why don’T they get papped at the Sunglasses Hut? Or leaving homes, or why are they not going to doctor appointments? 

Where is the hashtag for THEIR babies?

Gosh this shit is so fake.

Nathan Prescott Theory

I saw a theory where Nathan is dead, and while that is really sad, I had an idea that goes off of that. Nathan was really looking forward to the End of the World party, but we know he didn’t turn up. Since Victoria and Nathan are known to be good friends, what if Nathan found out that Jefferson’s next victim was Victoria, and threatened to report him? So Nathan died trying to protect Victoria because no matter how bad his mental illnesses are, he still loves and cares for her. 

Once upon a time
when we were young
you called me the salt of the earth.
It’s hard to admit,
you are the only earth
I would crumble into

Because the people of my past
knew only a desert void.
No ocean in motion, no life in lakes,
Seeds were planted, Few took root.
Then the rain, then the spring.

I became your evergreen companion.
Neither you nor I know,
Just how many seeds you have planted in my soul?

Now I know that you’ll be gone soon,
but before you leave
I want you to know,
The seas that pour out
will only ever nourish them.

I used to be such a closely guarded garden,
caged within pride and lies.
You never saw before,
How I my heart grew into a forest.

And when I gave you the key,
you reached in and felt the rivers run.
I may never know what you expected
In the groves that we planted,

But maybe I’ve grown too vast.
No space for new trees.

I am already too full of you.

—  mikahari
Dear Dan Howell:

Dear Daniel James Howell, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes. I wish you could see how happy you look compared to back when you saw yourself as “a nobody.” I wish you could see what I see when I look at you in 2009. Full of hidden happiness just waiting to be given to the world.

Most importantly, I wish you could see yourself through my eyes when I think about all you’ve overcome. You’ve said all too many times that you have no potential, or that you’re average. That you’re full of existential fear.

Dear Daniel James Howell, who told you those lies? Who ever looked into your warm, welcoming eyes and convinced you that you’re average with no future?  I guess it doesn’t matter who, really. All that matters is that you understand that you are above average. That existential fear doesn’t define who you are, and it has never stopped you. Look how far you’ve come.

I wish you could see yourself through my tear filled eyes when I feel like I’m useless. When I’m worthless, stupid, annoying and everything in between. When I listen to your words of comfort, or hear that all too wonderful laugh. When just the thought of you alone can make me understand that I am worthwhile. I am beautiful, caring, capable, smart, beautiful and everything in between.

Dear Daniel James Howell, please never forget how far you’ve come, and how much you mean to me. How much you really mean to all of us. Please never forget how many lives you’ve saved, and how many people are here to support you. Please don’t forget that life has a meaning, and you may have yet to see that you’ve found your meaning.

Dear Daniel James Howell, how I truly wish you could see yourself through our eyes. Because I don’t think you’ll ever be able to understand how much you’re loved.

-Dear Phil Lester