won't let him go

  • Jesse: Hey babe? I'm not complaining but I'm a little worried. I think you might have a bit of a problem with affection. If you're touch-starved you can just tell me I don't mind.
  • Genji, wrapped around Jesse like an octopus: What gives you that impression?

|| 5x16 // 6x09 

Baseball AU: Trost Districts baseball club; Titans.
More importantly, the fuck are you sweating for?

Dad got me this… after I got my first hundred metres at Hotten pool. I think I begged him for it. I sometimes think what Dad would have to say about all the times I’ve messed up royally.


November 12: Favorite Relationship – John Constantine/Chas Chandler

Percy had been responsible for Ginny two-fold during her first year, but he’d been too busy being a Prefect to be her brother, and too busy trying not to give her “special treatment” to be her Prefect. Her suffering had gone under his radar. 

During his time away from his family, though - isolated and without anyone to confide in - he realizes how terrifying it must have been for her to go through trauma like that and have all of her brothers - but especially Percy, who had had the most power to help - unavailable. 

It’s time to apologize, after the war, after he’s back in to the family. Even if he can’t undo what he’s done, maybe he can ease her mind with the reassurance that he won’t ever let it happen again.

(3) Gladio’s pick-up lines

Gladio: Iggy, can you hold something for a moment while I go for a walk?
Ignis: Sure. *reaches hand up* What is it?
Gladio: Cool! Thanks. *gives him his own hand*
Ignis: I swear to the Astrals, Gladiolus Amicitia

No but for real I bet Tony is so fucking uptight about Peter drinking alcohol though


Evolution of a celly/hug: Sid + Horny (26-05-2016)

Detail of one of the scenes on the side of the little golden shrine, found in the Tomb of Tutankhamun. The scene is described as follows in the book “The Small Golden Shrine from the Tomb of Tutankhamun” by Marianne Eaton-Krauss:

Ankhesenamun anoints Tutankhamun

Tutankhamun sits on a high-backed, armless chair with lion legs. A patterned cushion covers not only the seat, but the back of the chair as well. The design of the chair includes the “union of the Two Lands” motif in open-work between the legs above the strut. The king’s attitude, with his elbow resting on the chair back, is a mirror image of CR4. His feet, which are unshod, rest on a low footstool.

The king wears the same kilt, with the addition of a crimped sash and sporran, as in all the other panels on the shrine. His costume includes wristlets, armlets, a broad collar, and a shebyu-necklace. An unusual feature is the depiction of the rectangular clap at the nape of the neck, a detail sometimes included when the necklace is displayed but not usually shown when it is depicted worn. The blue crown with uraeus and streamers completes the king’s regalia. A vulture hovers protectively above and behind the king’s head. The shen-sign held in its talons is augmented by the addition of an ankh. In front of the king’s face is written:

“the Perfect God, Nebkheperure, Son of Re, Tutankhamun, Ruler of Upper Egyptian Heliopolis, give life like Re.”

Behind the throne one reads:

“all protection of life is around him like Re”

The queen stands before her husband and inclines towards him. With her far hand, she touches his far upper arm. In the other hand, she elevates above her shoulder a footed dish containing a garlanded ointment cone. Draped over the cone are two lotus blossoms: two more blossoms and three buds hand behind her hand, presumably to be understood as also held in it.

Ankhesenamun, like her husband, is barefoot. Her jewelry includes wristlets, a broad collar, and a stirrup earring with dangling pendants. She wears the Nubian wig with an elaborate uraeus diadem, as in CR 4, and with streamers. Her modius is adorned with a frieze of uraei with sun disks; a garlanded ointment cone sits at its centre, flanked by four feathers. Two vertical columns of hieroglyphs behind the queen identify her as:

“hereditary princess, great in favours, Mistress of Upper and Lower Egypt, possessor of charm, sweet of love, the great wife of the king, beloved of him, Lady of the Two Lands, Ankhesenamun, may she live forever and ever.”

anonymous asked:

Do you ever think about James crying over Thomas at night because he thought Miranda was asleep and wouldn't hear but she wasn't and did

anon, i think about that near constantly 

however, if u want a slight variation on this, imagine thomas waking up in the night after the reunion and hearing james crying. hearing james say ‘i hate him’ and thomas is like 'who?’ and trying desperately to quash his sudden fear - and then imagine his heartbreak when james whimpers 'flint’

  • *Thomas and Lafayette standing in Alex's room as he writes. They are waiting for him to get done with his paper so they can go out to the bar.*
  • Lafayette: Mon petit lion, come on let's go.
  • Alex: *Not looking up from his laptop.* Look, I'm not gonna half ass this paper.
  • Thomas: *Walks over to Alex and puts his hands on Alex's shoulder.* Think about crunchy peanut better, someone half ass did that and look how great it turned out to be.

mandytrekkie  asked:

How about the Reader waking up in the tent she had to share with David, only to find he's wrapped himself around them in his sleep during the night and now won't let go without waking him up...?

Word Count: 424

You were currently laying down, arms crossed, frowning at David who was lightly snoring. This was his stupid fault in the first place. You were the smart one. You had brought a tent. You made sure all the kids had one too. You didn’t check David though.

David was so excited about camping out under the stars he forgot his tent. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal except you were miles away from the camp and it was dark out when it had started raining.

The kids had all ran to their tent. Gwen was back at the camp all by herself so you had no choice to let that puppy dog pout into your tent.

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Moana: Treasure Trove

Here it is! A stash of Moana fics that I wrote over the past six months that, for various reasons, never saw the light of day. This is part one of two!

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