whatever i'm supposed to tag this with

  • Albus: Teddy, pretend to be my mom to Scorpius's mom.
  • Teddy: [picks up the phone] Hello? This is...Mum Potter. The children are playing swords. Sorry. Playing with swords. Oh no. They are dead. Do not call again. [hangs up]
  • Scorpius and Albus: ...
  • Teddy: Sorry, I panicked.

*hops in!*



/do you remember that anon ask about.. wallpaper /w Mono?/

here it comes!

feel free to use,, hehe~


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@bekbekah92 @bloody-geisha

“whatever you believe, this man, this thing is not an angel!” yeah I changed the word on purpose to suit it!

I’m going to sleep… 5:28 am already.. But! I wanted to post this first, why the hell I didn’t post it with my sign on twitter? I’m falling asleep, my brain’s not working how it’s supposed to! So.. , this was inspired by @ceejles Phantom of the opera AU.. Why can’t I tag? I have no clue… Anyway! Since she drew an amazing Adrien/Phantom and Marinette/Christine, I had the thought at midnight of… What if.. Nathaniel=Raoul? So… That’s what happened! I’m not good I know but I tried! So, here’s my version of Nathaniel = Raoul!!

P. S…. I might change the cross once I wake up..

INTP Moment #whatever

INTP: *Is thinking about many complex and contradictory (yet simultaneously parallel) ideas, attempting to make sense of them for enjoyment*

Person: What are you thinking about?

INTP: *Tries to explain the intensely abstract concepts but fails to adequately vocalize and describe them with language as a whole*

INTP: *Explains the idea in a way that is too simple to be an accurate representation of their thoughts, and becomes frustrated because they would like to further validate the actual idea they have*

Person: I don’t get it.

INTP: *Sigh*

INTP: I need to keep thinking.

Rules: Answer the questions then come up with one of your own and tag the number of people that there are questions.

I was tagged by @klance-convert

Coke or Pepsi: Coke
Disney or Dreamworks: Disney (I only like Dreamworks for Voltron)
Coffee or tea: Both
Books or movies: Books
Windows or Mac: Windows
DC or Marvel: Neither. I hate both
Xbox or Playstation: Never used either
Dragon Age or Mass Effect: ??
Night owl or early riser: Night Owl. Never wake me up before I’m ready
Cards or Chess: Both
Chocolate or vanilla: Depends (vanilla for Blue Belle, chocolate in general, but I prefer strawberry)
Vans or Converse: Never used Vans, but I love my Converse
Star Wars or Star Trek: Never seen Star Trek, but I LOVE Star Wars
One episode per week or binge watching: Both
Gandalf or Obi-wan: Obi-wan
Heroes or Villains: Both
John Williams or Hans Zimmer: Who now?
Disneyland/Disney World or Six Flags: Disney World
Forest or sea: Both? I live in the forest but I live by the sea
Flying or reading minds: Shoot waddup Flying (I don’t exactly want to hear what people think of me)
Twin Peaks or Northern Exposure: Never seen either
Harry Potter or Lord of the Rings: Harry Potter
Cake or pie: Cake
Beyoncé or Lady Gaga: Lady Gaga
Rain or sunshine: Sunshine
Steven Universe or Gravity Falls?: Never seen SU, but Gravity Falls isn’t my favorite
Blue or Green?: Green for my pidgeon
TV shows or podcasts: TV shows
Summer or winter? Summer

My question-In the spotlight or behind the scenes? (Or introvert or extrovert?): I am a mixture of both. But in acting, I like the spotlight

I’m tagging: @artemis-moontigress

I basically tagged all my mutuals. (If you got tagged and you don’t recognize @literally-klance-even.. we are probably mutuals on @nyma-in-shadies


It wasn’t until Allison took him shopping that Neil realized how comfortable girl clothes were.
It wasn’t until Andrew kissed and whispered against newly exposed skin, whispering “You’re a menace,” that Neil understood that this was okay, that he wasn’t breaking some unknown social norm.
It wasn’t until the rest of his family of Foxes told him how great he looked that he realized how confident the new clothes made him feel.
And it wasn’t until Allison pulled Neil aside and told him that he didn’t have to wear the clothes if he didn’t want to that he realized that he did want to.
This was one of the few things in his life that felt completely right.

this is a small gift for my beautiful friend @wymack, who got me obsessed with genderfluid!Neil (and who really really likes Neil in floral crop tops). thank you my smol bean for showing me the Light™. ily.

I’m going to whine because I’ve seen this often and I hate it. In some Fanart where nyo england is shipped with France, I’ve seen she’s mean to him and stuff. And I get it, they’re supposed to hate each other or whatever. But in some Fanart where she is shipped with America, she’s happy and smiling and mushy. And I want that to happen with France. I really do. I want all the good things for my otp and for France. Why must he get the slaps and the glares while America gets the kisses and the hugs ? If it’s ooc of her to be happy with France, then I don’t care, but I want him to get happy hugs and kisses, too. It’s not just America; doesn’t he annoy her as much as France ? It bothers me. I looked for Fanart of my otps being happy but instead I found Fanart of nyo england slapping France. And a little before it I found Fanart of her being hugged by America, smiling. Like come on, France deserves the love, too.


HOLY MOTHER OF PEARL. I SURVIVED DAY ONE. The first one I asked him to say something in Romanian to me. He told me what he said but I’m waiting til tomorrow to show you cuz I’m having him write it on the pic. The second I asked if I could pretend to grab his butt and he would turn around with whatever reaction he wanted to do.
This man is just amazing. I have no words.
@buckygolucky @bucky-plums-barnes I know I was supposed to tag someone else but I can’t remember. Sorry.

Tag Accepted!

So, my senpai @serensama has tagged me to do this thingie. I suppose I can write a little about myself as I’m taking a break from homework!

Relationship status: Single! 2D boys have ruined my relationship expectations.

Favorite Colors: Turquoise, Purple and black! They’re beautiful.

Pets: None, but I hope to get another cat or a dog soon! I need pet therapy, I swear to god.

Last song I listened to: “Blood in the cut” by K Flay. I am addicted to this song, please listen to it!

Favorite TV show/Series: Supernatural, Game of Thrones, Archer, Criminal Minds & House. Aw yeah, if you got suggestions for shows in Netflix I should watch, let me know. ^^

First Fandom: Regrettably I was one of those ‘narutard’ people. Naruto was one of the first animes I watched and REALLY got into. I still enjoyed the manga and the ending was great, but it’s no longer my favorite.

Hobbies: I like volunteering at animal shelters, writing and cooking! I specialize in chicken dishes and brownies.

Worst thing I’ve ever eaten: My cousins attempt at beef stroganof (Idek if i spelled that right.) that resulted in a trip to the hospital with food poisoning. She tried!

Favorite place: Yellowstone National Park in Wyoming. That place was quite literally my home for two months while I was volunteering there. So amazing.

That’s a little about me! <3

also i know moses is technically supposed to be the “greatest prophet ever” or whatever but like i get really emotional about the differences between him and elijah

moses was chosen by gd to be the earthly savior of our people and to be the first jew to see the entirety of the torah and what it is to be jewish and he hated it. he did it out of obligation, bc gd wanted him to, bc it was the right thing to do

and honestly to me that is so much of what being jewish is. like yes there are the jews who are like elijah who come to the table ready and willing, who eagerly absorb every bit of wisdom the rabbis have to offer, who are the jews we all aspire to be

but for most of us, judaism is something we come to through struggle. our paths are plagued by doubt and questioning and uncertainty. we don’t choose to be jewish, maybe we aren’t even sure we want to be jewish, but we continue on bc that’s who we are. even if we aren’t sure we believe what is written in the torah, we are jewish to our core and we will continue to be jewish because that’s what we are

elijah is the jew we aspire to be, but moses is the jew we are

Gotta love a post that starts with “I don’t give a damn about who you ship together”, then immediately shifts to “except when”, listing the ships the OP disapproves for whatever arbitrary reason. And of course OP absolutely needs to put that in the tags of the ships OP doesn’t like, because for some reason shippers are supposed to care about OP’s personal disapproval. 

Thank goodness for the blocking button.

"God doesn't make mistakes"

just one thing. you’re right. your vision of god is perfection and god doesn’t make mistakes. that’s the whole goddamn point here. whatever people are, they’re not “mistakes”. they’re supposed to be accepted for what they are. if someone is straight or gay or trans or asexual or whatever, that’s the way they are. They weren’t supposed to be something else. They’re not “mistakes”. Because, like you said, “God doesn’t make mistakes.”

wholly the fault of livebloggingmydescentintomadness, who put these tags on this post.

#but imagine him doing it to cas and he tries to just be casually joking but he blushes and fumbles cause you know he’s saying ‘be my valentine’ to cas #and cas just solemnly accents the plastic or disembodied or whatever heart #’thank you dean’ #and he like puts it in his pocket or something #so dean blushes more and stammers cause it was supposed to be a joke#but holy shit cas said yes??#so he just sorta doesn’t say anything#and thinks about if this means he needs to buy flowers#cas likes bees and bees like flowers so would cas like flowers??#and meanwhile sam sighs harder than he’s ever sighed in his life

Cas slurps the last of his soda, rattles the ice in the empty cup, slurps again, then turns to Dean and says, “Saint Valentine was beheaded.”

Dean looks up from the burrito he’s eating; he has guacamole on his fingers. “Okay.”

“This case made me think of it,” Cas continues. He rattles his ice again, then leans back against the seat, resting the cup on his thigh. “He was stoned first. When that didn’t kill him, Emperor Claudius demanded his head.”


“I just find it strange that his feast day is now a secular celebration of romance.”

“That’s probably Hallmark’s fault,” Dean says, taking another bite of his burrito. “Any excuse to sell sappy cards.” A car turns the corner at the end of the block; they both slouch down as its headlights flare yellow-white across the Impala’s dash. “I guess it makes sense – isn’t he the patron saint of love?”

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What We Had: Jealousy Theme (Day 2)

“Can I ask you something?” As casual as she was trying to sound, Amelia’s heart was racing. Owen rolled onto his stomach, shifting the blankets slightly.

“Go ahead.”

The trailer was dark, with the faint beams of moonlight coming in through the windows as the only source of light. It was better that way, Amelia thought. That way he couldn’t see how obviously distraught she was. Amelia pulled the blanket up to her chin and stared at the ceiling. “Are you still in love with her?”


“You know who.” It came out sharper than she intended, and she sighed and tried again. “You know. Because the other day Meredith mentioned her. And the way she did, it seems like she obviously still cares about you. Like you had something real. Like you still have something real. Something real and good and special because otherwise Meredith wouldn’t have mentioned it, right? So I was wondering, you know, if you still love her. If this is a mistake, if I’m just getting myself tangled up in some twisty mess that’ll fall apart if she ever comes back. Cause you could still love her. You could still love…” Amelia swallowed hard. It took all her resolve to say her name, the name of the woman who could still hold the heart of the man she was falling in love with. She hated feeling this vulnerable, and for the second time that night she silently thanked whatever higher power was out there that Owen couldn’t see her face. “…you could still love Cristina.”

Owen was silent. Silent for a while. In fact, Amelia noted, too long.

“It’s okay,” she continued desperately. “If you are, I mean. I know Arizona’s looking for a place, so we can apartment hunt together or something so I won’t have to be around making things harder. Because I don’t want to ruin someone’s true love or whatever. I’m not one of those crazy girls who falls in love with someone and destroys everything just to have them, you know? But I feel crazy. Because it’s crazy that I’m in love with you. It is. It’s completely, one hundred percent batcrap crazy, and it’s even crazier to think that you could be in love with me after what was obviously something big and important with Cristina, so I’ll get it. I’ll get it if you’re still in love with her. I’ll take the hint and I’ll find an apartment and I’ll keep things strictly professional. I’m a big girl. I’ll live. I just want to know if that’s what you have so I can stop-”


Amelia turned away from him, too embarrassed to let her gaze find his in the dim moonlight. “What?”

“I was. I was in love with her. And a part of me will always remember what we had. What we were. But we were too different, Amelia. We couldn’t make it work.” He put his hand softly on her shoulder. “I’ll always be in love with what we had. But I’m not in love with her. And something tells me I could find it again. Everything we had.”

Amelia turned towards him reluctantly. “Really?”

Owen looked at her in admiration. The way her hair fell gently across the pillow in soft, swirling curls reminded him of the way smoke delicately curled off a freshly extinguished candle. The way her skin glowed in the moonlight was beautiful, almost ethereal. Like she was a goddess, or an angel. The way her eyes shined and sparkled even in near darkness was starlike. She was a medley of all the ways that beauty existed in the world, and Owen found himself falling more in love the longer he looked. Her vulnerability and strength, her humor and solemnity, her light and her darkness; she was a walking paradox, and her complexity only drew Owen closer. For the first time since Cristina had left, he realized that he not only could find love again, he already had. He stroked her hair and curled the ends in his fingers. “I think I already have.”

Amelia propped herself up by her elbows and held Owen’s gaze.

“Good.” she whispered, before leaning in close to kiss him with all the passion and excitement she suddenly felt. “Because otherwise it would’ve made my little emotional declaration there really awkward.”