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There are anti-Semitic attacks in Europe? I’m just hearing about this now? What’s going on?
just realized how many super specific mood playlists i have and i want to know if it borders on concerning :) peez vote and share for bigger pool of peeps~
zim: hey!! hey look at me!!! my movie just came out!! give me attention!!!
october, slowly approaching:
my love for wirt and otgw: ..... you’ll be back
me: **SWEATS**
opens box that reads "i wanna draw again". inside lies a note. the note says, "mental illness and difficult circumstances have taken years of interest, accessibility, and skill away from me. i want to forgive myself for that. i want to heal my relationship to my hobbies. i want to feel connected to something that once made me feel good, but the cyclic discouragement is difficult to overcome." i turn over the note. on the back it reads "wannta drawe sexy bodies awooga"
I finally made an instagram for these @shitsfine (shhhitsfine was already taken) you can be my first follower if you want!
JIMIN ↳ 'MUSE' Jacket Shoot Sketch
i love you original characters
this is one of those fics that i can’t read in public no matter how often i’ve read it cos i laugh so hard each time i start crying and can’t stop.
My Big Fat Wolf Wedding
by AggressiveWhenStartled, galwednesday, quietnight, silentwalrus, skellerbvvt
Chapters: 1/1 | Words: 12 509 | Teen and Up
Summary:
“MARRIED?”
“Basically married. Permanently engaged anyway. Weres have their own deal.” Natasha sounds much, much too gleeful about Steve’s rapidly expanding personal hell. “So you better wake your blushing bride and tell him the happy news: that it was an accident and you had no idea what you were doing.”
“I,” Steve says, strangled. “I can’t do that!”
“You can’t?”
“He thought I was proposing! And he accepted!”
“Wow, maybe he’s just as dumb as you are,” Natasha says thoughtfully.
“I can’t just promise him a ring, take him home, drink from him three times in a row and then wake him up the next morning to say oops, just kidding!” Steve casts around, looking at his wreck of an apartment. “I don’t even have any good champagne!”
Relationship:
James "Bucky" Barnes/Steve Rogers
Additional Tags:
Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Vampires, Werewolves, Fluff and Humor, Accidental Marriage, sir that's my emotional support werewolf, lumberjack Addams family, mistaken identity: supernatural species roulette
Disney is going to stop selling DVDs and Blu-rays in Australia and to think of what this means for accessibility, residuals, quality, public libraries here etc and the precedent this will set for other studios and distributors around the world oh it's never been more over
there’s 13 types of biases:
1. the bias that makes you go HOLY GUACAMOLE WHY ARE SO CUTE PROTECT THEM
2. the one that turns you into a hard stan and makes you whisper “i need holy water” every time you see them
3. the one that makes you wonder how is it even possible to be so damn beautiful and has you wondering if they are even fucking real probably not
4. “I WANT TO MARRY THEM AND HAVE TWENTY KIDS WITH THEM THAT LOOK JUST LIKE THEM AND NOTHING LIKE ME SO OUR KIDS LOOK LIKE GODS AND WILL HAVE 879 DOGS AND 765 CATS AND-”
5. the one you fell in love with because of their mind. is THAT bias that makes you wish you could have deep conversations with at 3am sitting in a rooftop looking at the sky and just listening to them talking ‘bout the way they see life
6. THAT bias that makes you cry 24/7 'cause they work so hard, they are so kind, care so much, are so sweet, chased their dreams, started from the bottom and now they’re here, cries when they win, when they talk about other members/their fans, etc. you cry for them just because they fucking breATH
7. bias who’s got your favorite voice in the world. you could listen to them singing, talking, making weird noises and burping 25/8 and you would NEVER get tired. you fall asleep listening you their solo tracks or a compilation of them sneezing
8. you freaking love how silly they are. makes you laugh the hardest even when you’re fucked up and hate your life. makes you laugh so loud everyone looks at you wondering if something is wrong with you or you just high af. in every try not to laugh challenge kpop vers. you lose when they appears, even if they’re just standing there doing absolutely nothing
9. AESTHETICS. every time they post a pic you scream at your phone/computer “INSTAGRAM NEEDS YOU BITCH”. you wish you were as aesthetic as them. you attempt to it, you fail. you probably have them as your lockscreen
10. THAT BIAS THAT GOTS YOU WELL FED. posts 24/7 so you spend 24/7 jumping to get your phone every time you get a notification 'CAUSE IT COULD BE THEM. you wonder if they are trying to kill you, they probably are but you don’t complain
11. THAT ONE BIAS THAT MAKES YOU A STARVING HOE. post once a year, are probably shy/don’t talk too much in vlives or shows but they can also be sometimes the loudest and you thank god for every time they give you a sign they are still alive. when they are strangely active for more than two days you go ?????????????????? and think they’re just feeding you 'cause they plan on dissappearing for the next 100 years you right
12. YOUR BABY. it’s not like “the cute one”. you want to take care of them, don’t want nothing bad to ever happen to them, defend them with your life. don’t you dare insult them, their fans will literally kill 'cause “their babies only deserve love”. you want to keep them in your pocket and protect them from this cruel world. never a hard stan for them, just soft soft soft
13. THE ULTIMATE BIAS. it’s a mix of all the above so you just sit there and question what the fuck you are doing with your life and why the hell you’re so obsessed with someone you don’t even know/why you have so much mix feelings 'for them. you’re their hoe, their mum/dad, their best friend, their wife, their girlfriend, the mum/dad of their children, their doctor, their security guard, their babysitter, their sister/brother and even their fucking grandma/grandpa
Just considered Gem being the only character in empires to age like a human. Everyone else is either immortal, really old, or will live to be really old. but Gem is just a normal mortal who will age and live the lifespan of a human-
I think that thats just really sad.
Rita for SURE thought she’d just helped her best friend’s (/little sister) boyfriend that he’s madly in love with and who’s madly in love with him come up with an elaborate journal in order to propose to him.
To me, that’s why she started bawling about him being all grown up and how there was going to be a wedding (not referencing the VesBud wedding) — she thought she was helping him get proposed to, because in her eyes why else would Nureyev ask for her (Juno’s best friend) help with something like that and make her promise not to tell him what was in it, make it a coded game — she gave him a program she’d been working on for 40 years and hadn’t even cracked herself in order to make this such like, a “game” or a “feel better” thing for Juno.
She 1000% thought that she was playing a hand in the proposal and that makes me so emotional sometimes—
remember when we (by we i mean i) thought nureyev was going to propose in that journal. and then he broke up with juno. what in the legally blonde
Petition for a comic that’s just the Joker vs. a bunch of frighteningly competent normal arse clowns who have gone temporarily vigilante for the sole purpose of taking the Joker down for his repeated violations of the clown code.
Do read this! this is amazing
For the First Time- Harr Silver
I noticed that there’s a lack of Harr content, so here’s this! Harr Silver would be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking forward to today. And yet he tried to convince himself that the pounding of his heart was from the trip down the stairs, and not from the soft knock at the front door. Harr took a deep breath in hopes of calming his nerves before opening the door. And there she stood. The mere sight of her set his heart racing once more. “Hi, Harr.” Alice gave him a bright smile. A single smile from her and he’s like putty in her hands. “I’m not too early, am I?” Alice’s smile fades when Harr doesn’t respond. “Oh- ah, no. You’re right on time.” Harr stammers. Harr leads her inside to the kitchen. On the counter sits a brown basket filled up with lunch and several treats. Harr glances once at Alice and his mind is off and racing. A picnic in the woods? Alice deserves so much more. Suddenly, he wishes things could be different. He wishes he could hold her hand on a walk through the Central Quarter, to show her off to the world. And after a walk, they’d go to the most acclaimed restaurant in all of Cradle. They’d be dressed in finery, smiling lovingly at each other from across the table. That’s what Alice deserves. “I’ve been looking forward to our picnic for days now!” Alice’s sweet words bring Harr back to himself. I’ve fallen in love, Harr thinks, I’ve fallen in love for the first time Harr can’t help but reach out to run the back of his hand across her cheek softly. His actions cause a light dust of pink to form across her cheeks. “Me too.” Is all he says, but the smile on his face says a whole lot more.
Although a stroll through the forest isn’t the same as a walk through the Central Quarter, Harr enjoys it all the same. They hold hands and chat about nothing and everything. Soon enough, the Lake of Tears comes into view. And with that, so does the picnic spot Harr had set up. It was a simple set up. A blanket sprawled across the lush green grass, flower petals all around, decorating the area like sprinkles on an ice cream cone. This is too much, isn’t it? Harr thinks, his thoughts beginning to spiral. Before his thoughts could get any further, Alice grasps his hands. “Oh, Harr!” Her voice is airy with wonder. “This is amazing!” She looks up at him, her cheeks tinted pink, eyes brimming with happiness. When their eyes meet, Alice is compelled to push up on her tip toes to kiss Harr’s cheek. I cant get over the way you love me like you do. Harr’s heart thrums sweetly.
Harr and Alice’s picnic is filled with sickly sweet actions, from feeding each other strawberries, to lingering touches when brushing crumbs off of each other. Before they know it, the sun has begun to set. They could have stayed there all night, and as much as he’d like to, Harr decided it was time to get going. He didn’t want to keep her out late. As he got up, he noticed the faint frown on Alice’s face. She wanted to stay as much as he did. His heart swelled at the realization. “Come on, let’s get going.” Harr slips his hand into hers and twines their fingers together, pulling her closer than necessary.
Their walk back through the Forbidden Forest was a leisurely one. So much so that the sun was no longer in the sky, and the moon was accompanied by countless stars in the sky. When Harr’s tree house finally came into view, his heart began to thrum nervously. He doesn’t want to let her go just yet. They’ve spent all day together, he knows, but if he could just have her for a bit longer. “Alice.” He hesitates for a moment. “Would you like to stay a little longer?” “Yes!” Harr had just finished talking when Alice replies enthusiastically. Harr set the picnic blanket down over the grass once more. They had collected the flower petals, and Harr spreads them around as he had before. But this time, they begin to emit a soft light, each in a different color. A small gasp escapes Alice’s lips. She looks up and realizes that Harr’s single gray eye is now a deep red color. “Harr.” She struggles to find the right words, any words at all. How can he be so amazing? Always doing things that make her so unbelievably happy. And he doesn’t even seem to realize it. “Come.” He tugs on her hand to pull her down onto the blanket. She lays her head down his chest and snuggles closer, seeking his warmth. “Look.” Harr points up at the night sky and begins telling her about constellations and the stories behind them. Alice looks. She looks up at him, not up at the stars. The light from the glowing flower petals dance across his skin, making him shine. It’s like he’s an angel, Alice thinks. She reaches out to brush his dark hair away from his face. Harr continues his story, unfazed by her touch. Encouraged by this, she lets her hand wander down to trace the curve of his brow, then the edge of his jaw, and finally, her thumb brushes over the swell of his lower lip. At this point, Harr had finished speaking. Alice places her hand on his cheek and turns him to face her properly. She smiles and pulls him close, kissing him softly. His hand comes up to caress her cheek. When they pull away, they’re both smiling like idiots. “Look there.” Harr points up to the sky again, and this time Alice obeys. Harr’s gaze remains on her instead of the stars. I’ve fallen in love for the first time, and this time I know it for real. Harr kisses her forehead before telling her about another constellation.
my feed is all memes im tired of it… i need more alterhumans , therians , otherkin , otherhearted , etc mutuals
PLEASE INTERACT!!! IF U HAVE A PINNED AND I DONT VIOLATE UR DNI/U DONT VIOLATE MINE I WILL FOLLOW !!!
pls reblog :3!!
I love andrew. I love every andrew. gimmie big arms andrew. and big titties andrew. sleeper build andrew with tummy. and emo andrew. and skinny sickly victorian child andrew with eyebags that take up half of his face and skin that has never seen sun. and andrew that smiles with all of his teeth. andrew with cheekbones sharp enough to kill a man. and andrew with a gun. I really want andrew with a gun.