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Essays in Existentialism: Comic Con II

Previously on Comic Con

The halls were full. The crowds were alive and the excitement was absolutely addicting, coursing through the convention center like its own entity, sweeping through hallways and meeting rooms, infecting everyone it came in contact with, and the stars themselves were not immune.

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I’m definitely Pro-Selfie. I think that anybody who’s Anti-Selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves ? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like ‘Thank You’.
I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you.
I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t google, you know ‘what does my friend look like today?’
For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world - I think that’s a great thing
—  Ezra Koenig being the most adorable human being ever

Also just… this entire sequence…

[Garnet voice] aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I’m definitely pro-selfie. I think that anybody who’s anti-selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like, ‘Thank you.’ I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you. I could Google image search 'the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t Google, you know, 'What does my friend look like today?’ For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world – I think that’s a great thing.
—  Ezra Koenig being an angel [x]

hewwo Followers…… hewwo hewwo….

every once and awhile i wanna pick this blog up again but im not sure how to entirely do so.
so i want to ask what you guys want to see out of this blog.
suggestions and what not are very welcome (faq still applies unless u have an idea thatll knock my socks off)
send suggestions of what you wanna see out of this blog if you want to/if anyone even cares abt this blog anymore/ GOOGLE SEARCH DO PPL THINK IM DEAD
but Pwease,,,,, yr support is appreciated and i wuv u!

anonymous asked:

Hey there, you beautiful, wonderful, fantastic writer,Your work so far as knocked my socks off, and i wear some pretty high socks- like knee sock. I like to make a request for you to knock my socks off some more. I would like A Gaara/Reader and here's my prompt uhh the reader is kidnapped and the person who kidnaps them eases the reader's memory but leaves in the memory of Gaara turning into Shukaku,This makes the reader scared of Gaara and that makes Gaara sad because he is in love w/ the reade

Anon. My socks are so high that they evolved into thigh high stockings with their very own garter; and you knocked them off by your honourable comment. From this day forth, let the battle of socks commence. Your name is now Sock-Anon. Treasure your title, my friend and live on to preach it.

“You may have kidnapped just one individual; but that does not change her being a member of the Hidden Sand Village.”

‘W-Who… Who’s that speaking? My head…’

“We stand united to protect one another no matter what the situation. Now release the girl!” The sound of swords and kunai being drawn were heard nearer to _____. Slowly opening her tired eyes, her hues saw sand. She was kneeling. Her hands were tied behind her back. Looking up to her captors, she recognised none. Yet that was to be expected. What was more heartbreaking was that she recognised no one up ahead; the side who seemingly wanted to save her – roughly a team of five.

“Don’t worry, _____. We’ll have you out of this in no time.” Called out the man with purple face paint controlling the puppet. _____ squinted her eyes as she examined him having no idea who he was.

“H-how-” She coughed, hunching over for her throat was painfully dry. How long had she been out for? Once her coughing fit finished, her eyes returned to the puppet user. “How do you know my name?”

Silence. Agonising silence. That was until her captor broke it by laughing.
“That’s right. I erased her memories. Those memories of her friends, family, loved ones… all gone.” Gaara’s lips parted, looking down at _____, hoping, praying there would be some signs of familiarity in her eyes. “Well,” the man smirked wickedly at the Kazekage once he saw _____’s eyes connect with Gaara’s. “Almost all gone.” Having had enough, Gaara raised his arm to launch an attack on the enemy.

“Temari, Kankuro. Now!” The action sequence was not paid any heed to by _____. Amongst the fighting, her eyes had been staring at Gaara the entire time for all she knew of him, all she could remember were those sea foam eyes of death turning to darkness and gold as his body thickened into sand-like armour; becoming Shukaku. The first opportunity she got, she legged it. Never looking back. The young woman stumbled over the sand, trying to find somewhere to hide from that monster. Seeing a hut, perhaps the one she had been stored in during her capture, she hid herself inside to cower away in the corner. Begging for him to stay away. It was uncertain how many minutes had gone by, but with combat still going on outside, Gaara had found her sitting in the shadows with her hands over her ears and eyes tightly shut. He reached his hand out to her.

“_____, there’s no need to hide anymore. I-”

“STAY AWAY FROM ME!” She screeched, causing his hand to retract somewhat. Her breathing was heavy, staring at him with tense and scared eyes. The very look the villagers gave him back when he was a child. “Stay away from me.” He could not believe his ears nor eyes.

‘Is this… the memory he chose to keep within you?’ He asked himself mentally, his eyes saddening to see the very girl who helped pull him out from the darkness; even before Naruto. His voice came out more gentle as he crouched down to reach his hand out once more. “_____. Please. I am not here to hurt you. Don’t you remember?” Her body continued to shake violently, turning her head away.

“Don’t come any closer. Please… s-stay away.” She kept chanting over and over as he got nearer. His hand felt cold against her cheek, almost causing her to jump out of her skin. Gaara’s eyes grew more sorrowful but reaching for that spark of hope. Both his hands were now on her cheeks to make her look up at him. Her breath hitched in her throat, almost freezing in complete disturbance that the monster had her in his hands. “Please…” Her tears fell like shards of ice. “Don’t kill me.”

Those were the words that wounded the Kazekage, puncturing his core that flowed with affection for the delicate girl. His head lowered, his eyes now shadowed. Unable to see. With Gaara’s forehead against hers, he whispered through gritted teeth feeling self hatred that she had ever witnessed him as Shukaku.

“I could never do that to you.“

He cupped her cheek enough to tilt her head up so their eyes could finally meet in this honest intimacy.

“Ever.”

Originally posted by ashiros

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Just couldn’t resist uploading these stunning photographs of Dot & Hugh’s wedding that I found on the Miss Fisher Facebook page.

Huge props to Ashleigh and Hugo in these scenes, they knocked my socks off and Dot’s thank-you speech to Phryne almost had me weeping.

I like the community we’ve built here, so let’s try something, eh? -ts

Seeking a paid digital editorial #intern who loves sharing/ #socialmedia and can sandwich me into their course load. Pref #NYC so you can log some office hours, but remote also possible if you knock my socks off. Serious candidates/ referrals email me at toh.social@gmail.com with #INTERNSHIP in the subject line, links to blogs, social profiles and TLs in the body, and resume attached. #YouBettaWERK

Fic: Perfect To Me

Because Blaine really needs a ring, too. PG-13, 1199 words.

Kurt pulled out his phone and triple-checked that Blaine hadn’t sent him an “I’m gonna be early!” text in the past fifteen seconds, unlocking the screen with one hand as he stirred the gravy on the stovetop with the other. The potatoes were already boiled and mashed and the roast was in the oven, so he was doing well for time, but he didn’t want Blaine to surprise him before he could put the finishing touches on everything.

The night had to be perfect.

Finally, the gravy was cooked to perfection, so Kurt put a lid on it and turned the heat down. He ran off to their bedroom, stripping out of his chore-appropriate clothing at light speed and putting on his carefully planned dinner outfit – a close-fitting peach button-down with little threads of gold that glinted in the light, dark wheat-colored pants that hugged his ass to perfection, and a bow tie with tiny lightning bolts. Checking his back pocket to make sure there were no tell-tale lines, he hustled back out to the kitchen to make sure nothing had caught on fire in the scant amount of time he’d been gone.

“Breathe, Kurt,” he said quietly after making sure the food was okay. “It’s gonna be fine. You already know how this will turn out, for God’s sake.”

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USS Caryl's 'Heaven, Hell, and everything in between Fanfiction/Fanart Challenge': Masterlist

18 submissions! Holy bonkers, guys! I see a ton of new faces up in there, including some golden oldies. Awesome! You guys never fail to knock my socks off - both participation and talent wise.

Be sure to stop by and give our lovely artists and authors some well deserved kudos and stay tuned for the next fanfiction/fanart challenge coming your way soon!

- first mate thereadersmuse

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1) “Angels in Everything Part 1” by normyweather 

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction.

2) “Angels in Everything Part 2” by normyweather

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction.

3) “Angel’s wings” by ghostofjen

Rating/Medium:  T, fanfiction.

4) “I can make you forget (all the choas)” by wndrw8

Rating/Medium: M, fanfiction

5) “Untitled” by laelamcpittyart

Rating/Medium: G, fanart

6) “Heaven Knows” by soveryspooky

Rating/Medium: T, fanvideo/music video

7) “Untitled” by denoryl

Rating/Medium: G, fanart.

8) “Don’t lose faith” by terranakari

Rating/Medium:  T, fanfiction.

9) “Untitled” by whatzaisays

Rating/Medium: G, fanart

10) “Everything” by keepcalmcarylon

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction.

11) “Annunciations” by chestertonsfence

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction.

12)  “Untitled” by carolpeletier-for-president

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction.

13) “Religious and a Little Mad” by searchingforpeter

Rating/Medium: G, fanfiction.

14) “And Shepards we shall be” by shepardmoreau

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction

15) “Faded and Frayed” by boomboompants

Rating/Medium: M, fanfiction.

16) “Faith in Dirty Wings” by Bulletimescully

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction.

17) “Searching” by kenzieboyd08

Rating/Medium: T+, fanfiction.

18) “The Business of Living” by ashippersheart

Rating/Medium: T, fanfiction.

I’m definitely pro-selfie. I think that anybody who’s anti-selfie is really just a hater. Because, truthfully, why shouldn’t people take pictures of themselves? When I’m on Instagram and I see that somebody took a picture of themselves, I’m like, ‘Thank you.’ I don’t need to see a picture of the sky, the trees, plants. There’s only one you. I could Google image search ‘the sky’ and I would probably see beautiful images to knock my socks off. But I can’t Google, you know, ‘What does my friend look like today?’ For you to be able to take a picture of yourself that you feel good enough about to share with the world – I think that’s a great thing.
—  Ezra Koenig

anonymous asked:

“did that person just take a picture of us?”

Anything for you, nonnie!

Words: 283
Pairing: Kristanna (duh!)
Rating: K+


“Thanks for spending the afternoon with me, Kristoff.”

“Always, Feistypants.”

“I really needed to get out of the office.”

“And get ice cream.”

“Well, you had me at ‘out of the office,’ but since you’re offering,” she giggled, then rolled up on her toes to kiss his cheek.

“I see a triple chocolate fudge ripple sundae in your future,” he grinned.

“Hey, did that person just take a picture of us?!”

“Maybe?”

“He did! How rude!”

“We’re in an open-air park, Anna,”

“That’s no excuse! Hmpf, I’ll give him something to take a picture of,” and she stuck her tongue out at the would-be photographer.

“Anna…”

“How’s this, wise guy!?” She squished her cheeks together and crossed her eyes, then she pulled her eyelids down and stuck her tongue out again.

“I see some interesting Instagram posts in your future,” Kristoff snarked.

“Hehe, this is actually fun! You should try it, grouchypants.”

“I am not making faces at a random photographer, Anna.”

“Oh, don’t be such a grump. Try something you’ve never done before!” she teased, still making faces at the cameraman. “If you can surprise me, I see someone sharing her triple chocolate fudge ripple sundae with you in your future.”

“Promise?”

“It’s triple chocolate fudge ripple, Bjorgman, so you better knock my socks off.”

“You’re wearing sandals.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I’ll do my best. How’s this?”

She turned and gasped, hands covering her trembling lips, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. The photographer caught her look of surprise and joy when she spotted Kristoff down on one knee, a blue velvet box in one hand.

The shot of her tackling Kristoff and thoroughly kissing him went viral.