#a lil thought

[justaz]

percabeth on a trampoline and annabeth bounces percy a little too high and thunder rumbles

[mazeinthemoon]

if txt worked at a cafe

soobin would be the baker ofc !! would probably also enjoy having customers taste test his new creations

gyu would definitely love hot coffees, especially latte bc of the art. also 100% has control over the radio

yeonjun would love any cold drinks, shake shake shake bc he likes to twerk!!!!

taehyun would also like hot drinks bc of its sophistication !! would also enjoy the cleaning bc who else would do it T^T

hyuka would definitely be the cashier :( loves interacting with people and people love coming in bc of him

[fandomfluffandfuck]

Thinking about Chris coming home from filming Captain America: The First Avenger to spend some time at home, ending up gushing to Scott about his guy, this sweet kid, that he got to act across from--Sebastian. Scott listens for a while, but before long, he has to interrupt and ask if there was literally anything else interesting about the shoot other than his crush. Chris stumbles. His crush? Scott nods, "Sebastian, duh." Chris keeps fumbling, starting and stopping. He doesn't--he's not. He doesn't swing that way. He's not gay. He sincerely, deeply thought about it when Scott came out to him. And he isn’t. He just likes the guy. Like, as a friend! Scott shrugs it off with a smile that's far too knowing. Chris kind of wants to wrestle him to the ground over that look. C'mon, he knows what he's feeling!

It takes until after the press tour for CA:TFA is over for Chris to ask Scott, okay, if I were to try to woo a guy... how might I do that? Is it any different than how I'd approach a girl?

Scott refuses to help Chris with his game. Look, Chris has everything, he's smart, he's good-looking, he's jacked, he's tall, his career is taking off, everyone likes him, he doesn't need game, too. Besides, it's too much fun to watch him trip over his own feet over this guy that, admittedly, yeah, is very handsome.

[momojirouism]

kirideku in which they’re both shy but kirishima is tall and manly while izuku is clumsy and blushes a lot and they both decide “that’s it i’m gonna say it even if i’m embarassed” and both scream at each other’s face at the same time, kirishima says “do you wanna go on a date with me???” and izuku says “i think i like you!!!” and they both blink and look at each other before bursting into laughter and then izuku jumps into kirishima’s open arms and they kiss

[a-lil-perspective]

I am a contradiction consisting of having lost a part of myself and desperately clinging onto my memories with the end of The Clone Wars. I fall to my knees in mourning for all the lives. I tremble with the utter poignancy of the deep pain and heartache riddling my body. I wail broken cries for the fallen. I choke and stutter through thickly coated tears enveloping my own words of deep longing and despair. I am broken.

I revert to a picturesque, a window of memories deeply encompassed within the iris, tucked safely away within the beating muscle on the left side of my chest, unscathed:

Of when I was a child; unknowingly creating what many would refer to as an “AU” as I gingerly placed my Commander Cody figurine atop a castle, a wife at his side, and a baby girl in his arms as he lived a “happily ever after”; a scenario for Captain Rex to follow suit. It felt like the most natural thing in the world for me.

I recall donning my very first Ahsoka costume; a sense of pride encompassing every fiber of my being as I boldly declared my resolve in life dedicated to embodying the woman named Ahsoka Tano when I grow up.

I hark back to the re-enactments of my favorite scenes from the earliest seasons, with either Ahsoka Tano or Commander Cody inevitably becoming my go-to for character portrayal, and later switching weekly between various Clone Troopers.

I summon the mellifluous soundtracks composed by Kevin Kiner; the way each note flows through my ears and dances through my veins before planting themselves deep within my heart and mind; the memorization of every tempo to coincide the beat of emotions stoked and ignited by even the slightest strum or reverberating drum.

I have fond recollection of lying awake as I grew older; no longer viewing the diction of the show through a child’s eyes, and looking beyond aesthetics for the sake of a larger narrative. Though my childlike wonder for the show never ceased, I searched and questioned the deliberation of everything. I became enlightened as I aged, seeking correlation to real life through the eyes of the precious men clad in white armor. Good Soldiers.

I near the end of an age, the exiting of a decade. Gazing, reaching out, reflecting back on simpler times- when I sat tucked away within the lush green blanket of leaves hanging from timber while conversing with myself and my favorite characters conjured from a vivid imagination, blissfully unaware. A time when I was neither sad nor scared.

I near the end of an age, the beginning of a decade. Gaze affixed to an uncertain path before me, my bags heavily packed solely with memories and trepidations- of the days I grew a little more melancholy, a little more wiser alongside my favorite characters as I became privy to life and intentions. The realization that things will never be the same.

I view my adorned collection, relics of a bygone era, as each stanced figurine beholding my gaze intrinsically beckons me over. “Remember Me,” they beg.

I Remember You. Forever and Always.

To The Clone Wars- Thank you for the laughter, the tears, the inspiration. The various vocalizations of triumph, sorrow, frustration, confusion, suspense- sometimes all in one episode. Though I am broken, I will always reflect. I will always adore you. May the Force be with you.

[inlovewithaspiderguy]

I do not have childbearing hips

[yourlazynerd]

Not being out irl is so awkward at times. Me just sitting here talking with my parents and them bringing up my non existent dating life and how I should bring someone

And now I'm here awkwardly sitting bc what am I going to say? Not that I'm aro. Not for a while so

Love my parents but trying to explain the concept of aromantism is not on my to do list for a few more years

[clairesworld]

Am I the only one who thinks not Minho but his mum made him sign into the matching apps?