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.


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.

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.


tag yourself, I’m unoriginal

that guy: “someone serves to save the main character at the end” is suppose to say “somehow survives to save the main character at the end”

I’m Going to Talk About Keith For a Minute, Okay.

In episode four, Pidge is like “I found my family and I’m leaving” and we all remember what happens here. Keith argues against them leaving, but he has a specific argument that he sticks to:

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With all the attention on Erwin Smith this week, I find myself dwelling on him more than my usual amount. 

This panel continues to weigh on my mind - not because of what Erwin Smith is saying but because of the reaction to it. I’ve read a number of posts defending him. An equal number vilifying him. And I’m about 10 years late to the party, but I wanted to add my thoughts.

Context is critical. Levi is planning on doing whatever it takes to keep Erwin from joining the mission. This is not Levi being level-headed and reasonable - this is Levi threatening to break Erwin’s legs, to nag him into submission.

If Erwin had shown any sign of weakness, any glimmer of hesitation, anything less than 100% resolve at this moment, it would’ve only encouraged Levi. If Erwin had responded with “Of COURSE humanity is more important!”, it would’ve given Levi something to work with. 

This is not Erwin Smith throwing humanity under the bus. This is Erwin Smith effectively shutting Levi down. He’s ending the conversation. He’s letting Levi know with absolute clarity that his mind is made up.

Because Erwin leading this operation to Shiganshina IS the most important thing for humanity. Recent chapters have proven that his presence is absolutely critical to the mission’s success. 

anonymous asked:

Hello ! You are a wonderful person. I saw some days ago you tagged a post with ptsd and i have that too. Since I'm 4yo with depression and all; I'm not here to ask for anything, I just wanted to tell you that whatever happened, it'll be over. Whatever it is. U deserve good things and u are worth it. You don't have to publish this ask or reply. I suppose telling u that can trigger smthg, I apologize if that's the case. But know that you deserve good things and you are not alone.

Ugh I needed to hear this

  • Hook: I'm going to kill you, Crocodile!
  • Hook: at noon on my ship
  • Hook:
  • Hook: well okay fine, maybe next time when I ambush you in the woods
  • Hook: later today, I think
  • Hook: or tomorrow
  • Hook: but I'm definitely gonna do it! Nyah!
  • Rumple: really? Because I feel like you're just going to keep talking about it
  • Hook: isn't that what I'm supposed to do?
  • Rumple: what?
  • Hook: I thought that's how it works!
  • Rumple: well it's not very effective is it
  • Hook: I learned it by watching you! :(
  • Rumple:
  • Rumple: yes well
  • Rumple: probably one of many bad choices you've made
  • Hook: shut up, at least I'm not going on and on about the stars in the hat and the stars in the sky

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.

lonely-alien-laughter said: Saitama is the kind of guy to make impossible vines. “When you get thrown onto the moon lol yolo" 


[Saitama standing awkwardly in front of the camera in jeans and a hoodie]

Saitama: “This is for the ALS fire blast challenge. Genos, go.”

[Genos steps into the corner of the shot, lifts his hands at Saitama, and unleashes a torrent of flame so massive that the entire screen is suddenly white. The camera lens flickers to adjust to the light, until Genos is barely visible, with a fireball consuming the entire shot for several seconds]

[Genos suddenly stops his attack, and the screen goes dark as it tries to adjust again. The camera jerks upwards just as Saitama comes into focus, naked from the waist up (and presumably from the waist down as well) and covered in soot, looking bored and scratching his ear]

Saitama: “Okay so… I’m supposed to tag more people to do this challenge so I’m choosing S-Class hero King-”

King: [from behind the camera] “NO!”

Saitama: “What? Come on, man. If you don’t do it then you gotta pay to the charity, that’s the rule.”

King: “I’ll pay whatever but I’m not doing the challenge!”

Saitama: “Then who am I supposed to tag…?”

[Genos pops his head back into the frame, smiling, his eyes dark]

Genos: “On Saitama-Sensei’s behalf, I pick Class A Rank 1 hero Sweet Mask for the ALS fire blast challenge… You have 24 hours.”


Pachirisu the Electric Squirrel Pokemon

It gathers static electricity and hides fur balls along with its favorite fruit under the eaves of houses.

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.”


So I was tagged by a ton of people to do the 20 beautiful women thing! I’m not exactly sure how many photos I was supposed to post but whatever! Sorry for my face. Thanks stale-sandcastle steve-otters (you guys tagged me like a month ago i’m so sorry) schennylane teach-me-how-to-dougie-hamilton pkanes-brows kevinjuicebieksa kasperithefriendlyghost canadiens-not-canadians nyrgurlforever and alexeiemelinstwin!

I tag nyrqurlforev palecanadiangiant hockeyismyreligon bruinsbarbieee marchandmad sasssytuukka bruins-babe coach-qs-stache ronbakers t-o-ews themutt65 officialpatrickkane shawzys-little-mutt hottscartnell puckhiminthefivehole massholehackey alex-wennburgers darcythekuemperor rvrbata chris-kreidork :)

"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.”