yaaay me~

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MOST UNDERRATED KLANCE EPISODE TBH aaaa this is when they really start working well together as a team and its so precious for their development theres actually so many cute expressions they have towards each other in this scene but i thought this is particular was so SWEET LOOK AT THAT TEAMWORK THAT POSITIVE RELATIONSHIP BUILDING

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VeggieBants TM. He loves the kid really…  (probably…?)

Goten is always there though? This is even funnier when you remember Mount Paozu and Capsule Corp are on opposite sides of the planet. The kid has transcended his circadian rhythm. He’s gonna be a beast come finals week in college. There’ll be legends echoing through the ages of the all-nighter kid who didn’t need caffeine and could sleep on command like a study god.  

(Thanks to @nichopkinsart for your help!)

I really want to think snowball fights were a thing at Hogwarts. Like, enchanted snowballs guaranteed to hit their target. It’s a war.

  • Hufflepuffs making enchanted snowmen to guard their snow fortress,
  • Gryffindors practicing their spellwork with snowballs (protego to deflect snowballs, for instance, like warriors),
  • Ravenclaws using ice spells to sculpt swans that swim across the frozen lake like sentinels,
  • and Slytherins using the snow like a tactical field of play, like the little waterbenders they are.
  • Flitwick reminds students every year that he’s not going to answer questions about how to charm yourself an impressive ice palace no matter how many ways you ask
  • So there’s these little mounds of snow that the older students are able to make look like brick walls and such, but the area around the lake is a Designated Battle Zone
  • Of course it’s only for a day or so before someone gets an ice ball to the face and then the teachers step in
  • So everyone waits for that first Big Snow for the big fight
  • After that, it’s more friendly snow-fare.
  • Snow cones that don’t melt, with a little flavoring from the House Elves
  • Everyone and their brother goes to the library to learn how to charm their tea into staying warm
  • Practical jokes include SUDDENLY MOVING SNOWMEN
  • And “you froze my tea? You arsehole!”
  • Honestly though curling up by the fire in the common rooms after hours with hot chocolate was a favorite of pretty much everyone
  • Especially when certain potions ingredients or spells could make the fire change color
  • And spells can make the flame fingers dance like fae
  • Whole stories told by dancing fire sprites
  • Spells to keep the student beds warm at night because it gets especially cold under the lake and under the ground
  • People draw smiley faces on the windows of the green houses, which fog up like some kind of coffee shop window from the heat and humidity needed to sustain the plants
  • The mandrakes get hats to keep them warm
  • Fang gets a coat
  • … Flitwick refuses to go into the snow because it’s taller than he is
  • The owls in the Owlry get stones in their beds which won’t cause them to catch fire but which heat up enough to keep everyone nice and cozy

RULES. Answer the questions in a new post & tag blogs you would like to get to know better (repost, don’t reblog!)
TAGGED BY: @poweriism
TAGGING: @offireandrebellion, @butscrewmefirst, @grincarved, @leksakom, @belgravianbitch, @hooopers, @zaldrizotala, @snaremaker, @laidre, @oftarth, @trashteacher, @ofthecode, @trickstercaptain, @slitgraves

NAME. marie.  
STAR SIGN. sagittarius.
HEIGHT. 160cm or 5′29′’ ( i need the 9 for my self confidence ok).  
CURRENT TIME. 13:04.
FAV MUSIC ARTIST.  bastille.
SONG STUCK IN YOUR HEAD. nothing at the moment lmAO.
LAST MOVIE WATCHED. burlesque probably. haven’t seen many movies lately.
LAST SHOW WATCHED. house md.
WHEN DID YOU CREATE YOUR BLOG. 20th june 2014. caesar was created september 2012.
WHAT KIND OF STUFF DO YOU POST. sadness, fashion love, roleplays, ship things, more sadness. hopefully soon more modern stuff. 
OTHER BLOGS. a personal that i don’t use any longer.
WHY DID YOU CHOOSE YOUR URL. the term ‘showmaster’ is very common here. it was first introduced in this song.
HOGWARTS HOUSE. ravenclaw.  
POKEMON TEAM. no. team eevee. 
FAVORITE COLOR.  white.
AVG HOURS SLEEP.  i try to get idk 6-8.
LUCKY NUMBER. 27.
HOW MANY BLANKETS DO YOU SLEEP WITH? one because all others are at my mother’s home.
DREAM JOB. writer. 
FOLLOWING. 1.2k.
FOLLOWERS. 4.2k.

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RULES: make your aesthetic (based off of your personality and interests) with ONLY photos you’ve saved to your device! You cannot search and download any items until you are done.

I was tagged by @ryuzakki thank you!!!! :D 

Tagging: @kagariis @soukko @rvkiakuchiki @kojiiro @isanimebr @toniaberry @theshortestinfinity @k-a-l-y-p-s-o @marmoreall @pennatuss @snoringdragon

Seriously Yoosung, read the shit you are linked.

No wait, Yoosu–

…….

……………………….

*calls Seven, I mean 707*

Me: Okay, I am going to troll Yoosung from now on too. He needs to learn the hard way.

Mafia Boss (G-Dragon Scenario) - Part 12

Part 12 is now heeeeere! Yaaay. This series gives me so much life, I swear. I really hope you’ll like it and enjoy~

WARNING! Those who don’t handle violence and strong language well, be ware. This is not, I repeat not, a series suited for young and sensitive readers.

All characters in this series, aside from the members of BIGBANG, are fictional. Any resemblance to real life people, in name or otherwise, are purely coincidental.

Summary: A decision needs to be made and, for some reason, you don’t know what to do.

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Hercules Mulligan- Olympics

So, this was not a request, but I wanted to do it since my country is hosting the Olympics (Yaaay!) and it took me forever, but here it finally is. Disclaimer: Brazil and Ireland did not play each other in soccer. Ireland didn’t even play soccer. It’s just the only sport I’m crazy about. I know the Olympics finished like seventeen years ago, bu I didn’t have time to sit and write. Very sorry.

This is dedicated to my beautiful friend Violeta, who died recently. May she live on in soccer and in Hercules Mulligan forever.

Warnings: Swearing.

“You suck.”

“I don’t suck. I got you tickets so that we could see our home countries play in soccer. I don’t suck.”

“You suck.”

It was halfway through the game and you were losing hope. The score was tied at a miserable one to one, and you were absolutely positive it was Hercules’ fault.

Stupid, adorable Herc with his face painted like the Irish flag. With his smile lighting up the entire area.

“VAMOS!” You shouted, seeing that Neymar Jr. had secured the ball. “VAMOS! LINDO ANJO, VAMOS!”

“NOOO!” Half of the stadium yelled.

“GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAL!!!” The other half of the stadium screamed. “NEYMAR!”

“HAHA!” You shouted, jabbing Hercules in the chest, waving the Brazilian flag in his face. “WE GOT A GOAL AGAINST YOUR IRISH ASSES!”

You jumped with the other Brazilians in the box, screaming loudly in Portuguese.

“Can you pass me the water bottle, please?” You asked Herc once you sat down, panting heavily.

Hercules exhaled violently before turning his back on you.

“Hercules? Hello?”

“Here.” He growled, passing you the emptying water. “Just keep it and stop talking to me.”

“Are you mad at me?” You asked in disbelief. “Herc! I’m competitive! It’s soccer. This is my life.”

“Before this game started I was your life. You’re mean and you haven’t even said thank you yet.”

You groaned. “Fine. Be that way. I really hate you right now.”

“I can live with that!” Hercules shouted angrily.

Fifteen more minutes in and Brazil shot another goal, and then another. Something about the angry Irishman next to the crazy Brazilian must have attracted the cameras, because before you knew it, you and Hercules were on the giant screens around the stadium.

“No, damn it!” You shouted, trying to wave the camera away. “I don’t like him!”

It must have been a commercial break for the people watching from home because the camera didn’t rush to move back to the soccer players. You were so focused on trying to get it away that you didn’t notice everyone cheering; or Hercules kneeling.

“I’m going to pretend I’m not mad at you for two seconds.” You said, whirling around to face Hercules. You frowned, noticing that he wasn’t next to you anymore.

Olhar para baixo, linda.” A man said from behind you. You frowned again, tilting your head downwards.

“Oh, my god.” You muttered, your hands flying to your mouth. “You’ve got to be freaking kidding me, Hercules Mulligan.”

There he was, on one knee, a ring inside of a box. He grinned at you.

“Come on, angry Brazilian lady. Hate me if you want, but just marry me already.”

The cheering from around the stadium got louder, and even the soccer players stopped drinking their water to scream.

“Fine.” You said, your mouth curving into a grin. “Fine, fine, fine!”

Hercules slid the ring onto your finger before standing up to pull you into a kiss. You smiled against his lips, people all around you shouting happily.

“I told you I don’t like sappy proposals.” You said, looking into his eyes. “That was really sappy.”

“Just shut up and watch the game.” Hercules laughed, pulling you into his side. You rested your head on his arm.

The soccer players resumed running, the Brazilians kept cheering, and the Irish continued to boo.

“You know I still hate you, right?" 

"I can still live with that.”