you can quote me

superduperandyeah  asked:

You know, Nanami: there are times when it pays to not look like a gnome. You can quote me on that. *turning to the mic one last time* WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE FREQUENCY HASN'T BEEN ADJUSTED FOR GNOME EARS ONLY?! RETREAT, MEN! AND GRAB THAT LAST SUGARY RINGS OF DOUGH WHILE YOU'RE AT IT! THE HUMANS CAN'T LEARN OUR SECRETS *mic turned off* And here's the part where I slink back to the shadows, undetected while the chaos plays out. You can keep following if you like.

*Elsewhere*

Doughnuts….?

If we got ahold of those….then we could finally settle this match….

Repeat after me

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

It is not my job to keep everyone else happy.

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make me choose | anonymous said: will herondale or harry potter?

 "I’m putting the Elder Wand back where it came from. It can stay there. If I die a natural death like Ignotus, its power will be broken, won’t it? The previous master will never have been defeated. That’ll be the end of it. That wand’s more trouble than it’s worth. And quite honestly, I’ve had enough trouble for a lifetime.“

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Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

the very lovely Dani requested/ human!Cas

I want them to be hopelessly in love with something, I don’t really care what it is. But if our record provides a soundtrack to a really specific time in their life in which they’re inspired or excited or sad or anything; that’s what I want, cos that’s what my favourite records have done for me.
—  Matty Healy, on people’s take away from The 1975 record

After my teacher introduced us to this theory, she asked us, “is love a feeling? Or is it a choice?” We were all a bunch of teenagers. Naturally we said it was a feeling. She said that if we clung to that belief, we’d never have a lasting relationship of any sort.

She made us interview a dozen adults who were or had been married and we asked them about their marriages and why it lasted or why it failed. At the end, I asked every single person if love was an emotion or a choice.

Everybody said that it was a choice. It was a conscious commitment. It was something you choose to make work every day with a person who has chosen the same thing. They all said that at one point in their marriage, the “feeling of love” had vanished or faded and they weren’t happy. They said feelings are always changing and you cannot build something that will last on such a shaky foundation.

The married ones said that when things were bad, they chose to open the communication, chose to identify what broke and how to fix it, and chose to recreate something worth falling in love with.

The divorced ones said they chose to walk away.

Ever since that class, since that project, I never looked at relationships the same way. I understood why arranged marriages were successful. I discovered the difference in feelings and commitments. I’ve never gone for the person who makes my heart flutter or my head spin. I’ve chosen the people who were committed to choosing me, dedicated to finding something to adore even on the ugliest days.

I no longer fear the day someone who swore I was their universe can no longer see the stars in my eyes as long as they still choose to look until they find them again.

It’ll take a while,
To lose all the feelings I have for you,
To forget everything that happened.
But I’m getting there,
I promise.
Soon you’ll be just a memory,
Just some boy I used to know.
—  E.B // you’ll be just somebody I used to know