why its so

sousuke is jealous and actually crying inside because makoto spends more time looking at his figurine than him

Imagine Woozi feeling really proud of himself after knowing that his music has given so much happiness and joy to so many people.

Look. Look. When it comes to anything related to robots and where humanity fits into the narrative I’ve got a lot of thoughts okay. I think we’ve been stuck on humanity for too long. Who cares about being human. I’m SO BORED of everything constantly revolving around humanity people always talk about trite shit like “”“"love”“”“ mandarin ducks mate for life rats show altruism find something more interesting to talk about aside from humans being ”“”“”“the best”“”“”“ that bias is so aggravating I want to talk about robots


listen here

iris - the goo goo dolls // better together - jack johnson // the scientist - coldplay // silhouette - aquilo // you are in love - travis atreo // say something - a great big world (ft. christina aguilera) // kiss me - ed sheeran // sleeping in my t-shirt - zak waters // thinking about you - edwin raphael // tennyson - adam barnes // i will follow you into the dark - death cab for cutie // love at first sight - the brobecks // she is love - parachute

People reblogging that Halsey post about how great/successful Strangers has been and adding “Uhm…like….excuse me but…uh…they’re bi not gay” on the tags/caption is my villain origin story. Is that really the only thing you got out of that post Susan? I’m bi and I call myself/refer to my bi friends as gay at least seventeen times a day. It’s all the same shit. Bi girls are allowed to call themselves gay. It’s an umbrella term. Don’t be obnoxious Samantha.

thatkanragirl  asked:

Hmm. For the ship thing, how about some classic Promptis. ❤

Yeah! The classic booooooys~ :D Gotta love them classic booooooys! So here! Have some Promptis!

Send Me A Ship, and I’ll Tell You…

Noctis Lucis Caelum / Prompto Argentum

Who said “I love you” first?

Prompto would rehearse it in the mirror every time he would even so much think about working up the nerve to finally confess his feelings towards his best friend. A smack of his cheek, a shake of his head, words of encouragement to show that he was ready to finally say what’s been on his mind for all of these years. ‘You got this, Prompto. Just tell him how it is…!’ He would go out with Noctis, spending time with his best friend, going on adventures and outings with him, but alas… He never found the courage to say it, and he hated himself for it. Beaten down and dejected, perhaps this was just the way it had to be. And yet, that saddened look on Prompto’s face prompted Noctis to act, putting his hands on his companion’s shoulder and asking, ‘You know I love you, right?’
If Prompto wasn’t going to say ‘I love you’ first, then Noctis supposed he would do it instead.

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background?

The king of photography, Prompto would feel as if he would be disgracing his profession if he didn’t take pictures of the guy he was so infatuated with – the muse of his life and the source of all of his inspiration and peace. He would take pictures of his favorite prince without much subtlety, with his camera, with his phone, sometimes doodling Noctis when both are unavailable to the blond-haired photographer. He would stare at each picture, admiring the details of the prince’s expression and keeping each memory close. His favorite photograph is, perhaps, the image of himself and the prince as ‘sea-side supermodels.’ The salt water and frizzy hair afterwards was worth it in the end.
But Noctls himself isn’t above taking pictures of Prompto either, but he’s far more discreet about it. A picture he managed to snap of Prompto falling asleep underneath a tree as he was looking through his pictures is the one Noctis keeps as his background, a bit too embarrassed to show Prompto yet. He hides it behind a lock screen with a picture of the Crownsguard insignia.

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror?

‘Morning, sunshine!’ and other various messages are usually left behind by Prompto over Noctis. Ignis keeps the boys on a very strict schedule, and Prompto is easier to wake up than Noctis is – for Ignis is far too spoiling of Noctis to work up the nerve to wake up Noctis as promptly as the other boys. So Prompto’s one to hop into the shower after Ignis and sometimes Gladio (whom would rather shower every other day or so, which quite frankly irks Ignis), leaving these tiny little messages for Noctis for when the prince gets up and showers for the day. He had to make sure that Ignis or Gladio don’t find the message first and tease him about it, but unfortunately, they do quite often.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts?

“Hey, Noct! Check this out!” Prompto’s one to quickly point out silly little trinkets and things as he and the prince venture around and witness the sights. They’re often insignificant souvenirs that Prompto at the time would joke about. A chocobo phone charm, for example, because ‘wouldn’t it be funny if we had matching ones?’ Prompto would chuckle to himself as he moves along, but Noctis seems fixated on those charms. Matching charms, huh…? As Prompto finds himself distracted with the sight of interesting subjects to photograph, Noctis – who was finally allowed to carry his own gil for once, considering how bad of a spender he could be when Prompto was involved – was quick to by the two phone trinkets, hiding them away and later gifting them to Prompto. It’s not the first time Noctis has Prompto in mind for these sorts of things, and so Prompto finds himself showered in gifts and items until Ignis has to scold Prompto for inhibiting Noctis with such frivolous spending habits. Noctis does it, regardless of what Ignis states.

Who initiated the first kiss?

It was meant to be simple conversations and video games that night when Noctis had Prompto over for the night as their high school graduation slowly came around. Prompto brought a case of the malt beverages Noctis liked so much that he had gotten from a few of his ‘connections,’ Noctis had his console set up for the two of them to finally finish their co-op campaign together, and they were set for the night. The drinks weren’t too strong, but Prompto likes to claim that it was a drunken confession the night he finally told Noctis how much he really cared about Noctis. Perhaps not in direct bluntness, as he blundered over his words quite a bit, but it eventually resulted in Prompto leaning forward for the kiss, only to find himself unable to do so as Noctis was too distracted by their game. He kept it to himself, which perhaps really bothered him to no end.
But later that night, he managed to sneak in a small kiss to the sleeping prince’s lips just before he too fell asleep. Prompto could have sworn he saw the prince smile after he had kissed him. But perhaps it was the drinks playing tricks on him.

Who kisses the other awake in the morning?

Noctis had always been a heavy sleeper. You could be jumping on the bed, rocking out to some music while screaming the lyrics at the top of your lungs, and Noctis would still be asleep. Odd, considering that it should be humanly impossible for someone to be able to sleep that soundly, but there Noctis was. He valued whatever sleep he could get, and it seemed like he refused to have that sleep be taken from him. So Prompto would find himself up and about based on Ignis’s schedule, grinning down at Noctis and placing little tiny kisses on the prince’s cheek and face. One kiss, he thought. One kiss should be enough. But alas, one kiss ended up turning into two. And then three. Prompto eventually lost track of all of his kisses, only breaking from his frenzy when he felt Noctis having kissed him back during the latest gesture, grumbling a small ‘Morning’ before he curled back under his blanket. Prompto’s face flared up with its red color before he wrapped his arms around the prince and gave him a tight embrace.

Who starts tickle fights?

“Stop that.” Noctis had to pull his shoulders upwards to hide his neck as he felt the photographer assault his neck with tiny little pokes and brushes of his finger tips. Head rolled around to keep hiding from Prompto’s persistence, grunts of discomfort and annoyance coming from the prince. Always. Always does Prompto do this. He’d attack Noctis’s neck with these tiny little gestures, only laughing even when Noctis told him to knock it off. Because seriously, that felt weird, and it always provoked an awkward noise from Noctis that was a cross between a grunt, a groan, and a whimper. Noctis really didn’t like that feeling, but Prompto always thought it was cute.
It wasn’t until the prince decided to jump over the couch and tackle his companion down to the floor that he was finally able to get his revenge – straddling Prompto’s hips and sneaking his fingers up Prompto’s side and beginning to lightly scratch and brush his fingers over his sensitive skin and listening to the panicked laughter and breathy cries for help as Noctis made sure he’d tickle him to death.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower?

With how long of a shower Gladio too, it ended up not only going well-beyond midnight before he finally stepped out in that tiny towel of his – but he also nearly took all the hot water. And after a long day of trekking through mud, dirt, daemon bodies, and whatever it was that Prompto stepped in as they crawled through that dungeon in Vesperpool, there was no way that Noctis or Prompto would wait until 3 AM until the hot water came back. Sitting in such awful smelling clothing would just be a nightmare for everyone in the hotel room.
Noctis let out a sigh, glancing over at Prompto as he scratched the back of his head. Good thing the mud concealed his blushing red face as he spoke, otherwise he wouldn’t be able to muster up the courage to say, ‘Wanna just hop into the shower together…?’
Prompto was quicker than lightning to drag Noctis into the shower with him.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch?

It took Prompto awhile to finally be brave enough to go to Noctis’s apartment on his own accord. A weekend day, Sunday as well, it would be the perfect time to pick up some burgers and fries and just stop by Noctis’s place, right? Well, he thought it was. He was unfortunately unaware that Sunday was always Ignis’s day to visit, preparing Noctis his meals for the day and helping the prince with his homework to be on top of his studies. So when Prompto saw the tall spectacle-wearing man answer the door, Prompto found himself nearly dropping the bag of food as he felt his heart sink into his stomach. Looks like Noctis had a guest over already. He would just leave, he supposed.
Noctis, however, came over the door, noticing that Prompto brought food over. He looked hopefully at Ignis, who stared and let out an exasperated sigh. “This is how you’re going to get fat, Noct.” But he understood that Noctis would much rather spend time with his best friend. So Ignis merely shifted his plans, allowing Noctis and Prompto to eat lunch together, and giving Ignis a free afternoon before returning to cool Noctis dinner. With one exception, of course: Prompto would stay for dinner.
Free food? Prompto wouldn’t deny that, that’s for sure.

Who was nervous and shy on the first date?

It was official: Prompto was finally legitimately dating the prince. His prince charming. The whole idea was so surreal. Like, what was he supposed to do? To say? To let happen? After spending so long hopeless pining after Noctis, it was finally rewarded when the prince said ‘sure’ to Prompto’s date idea to the arcade. Prompto felt himself freezing as he stood in front of the door to Noctis’s apartment. He should just knock. Tell the prince that he was ready to go! But he checked his sweat levels to see if he wasn’t over sweating or smelly. He looked at his phone a few times, thinking that he’d look too desperate if he knocked five minutes too earlier from his time to pick-up Noctis. He did everything but knock. But he waited anxiously until he felt it was time for him to finally knock and ask Noctis if he was ready to go – of course, fifteen minutes after his intended time. But he wanted to be ‘fashionably late,’ because that’s what the cool guys do, right?
If only he had known that Noctis spent the entire time staring through the eyeglass of his door, waiting for when Prompto would finally knock. But nevertheless, Noctis waited. Eagerly. Anxiously. But nevertheless, ready and eager to go on his first date with his favorite ray of sunshine.

Who kills/takes out the spiders?

Neither of them. That’s Gladio’s job. Because bugs, insects, and arachnids are icky.

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk?

“I really like Noct, okay? He’s smart, and great, and sexy, and he’s got a really like ass!” Noctis covered his face in embarrassment as Prompto swung his arm around Noctis and pointed at the prince. He had intended on just going to make sure that Prompto wouldn’t get too enthusiastic about drinking at this house party, but it looked like Noctis would need to be saved more than Prompto would. Prompto would just talk on and on about Noctis’s may traits, girls asking them how long they’ve been a couple and if they planned on getting married with how close and ‘in love’ they looked. Prompto would just confirm it all, saying that one day, he and Noct would have a marriage under the stars, just when dawn would appear, because that would be fun, right? Prompto thought so, and Noctis secretly did too.
But it was too early to be talking about marriage yet. Instead, Noctis swung his arm around Prompto and lifted him up to help him get home without stumbling too much. Noctis remembers everything that Prompto said, but unfortunately, Prompto never remembered much of that night. But that’s alright, Noctis thought. He’d keep in mind their dawn-lit wedding plans, and have the idea close to heart after that night.

anonymous asked:

what about ppl puttin their bread in the fridge



are you taunting me with made up practices??

I’m being bullied here on this tunglr dot hell

BillDip Week 2017 – Spring Fever, Day 1: Festival

I would like to express how happy I am but I would probably stutter, cry and speak in a foreign language so I better leave you the next drabble, thank you very much for your attention and have a beautiful day.
Notes and Warnings:
Jealous!Bill, Because having a raging dorito is fun and deadly.

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