godaime-obito:

an anti, about to read a fic tagged for a thing they dont like and then complain about the thing:

aridotdash:

themintycupcake:

madgastronomer:

hojolove:

vampireapologist:

ppl are so annoying “you can’t paint ur bedroom pink you’re an adult” i did not spend my entire life waiting to grow up and control my life to paint my bedroom beige

I had a sales woman in furniture store try and tell me not to buy a hot bubblegum pink loveseat because she wanted me to “think about the future”

Bitch, I am thinking about the future. I already got a hot bubblegum pink couch at home and now I need a loveseat to go with it.

when I first bought my house, I announced my decision to paint my bedroom purple. I had wanted a purple bedroom for thirty damn years, you fucking bet I was gonna have one now. My friends decided, for some reason, that I meant what one of them referred to as “14 year old girl purple” (through what’s wrong with the colors a 14 year old girl chooses, I don’t know, even if they’re not what I want as an adult). They didn’t believe me until they saw the color on the actual wall, even thought they helped me pick out paints. My mother, meanwhile, decided to get worried that if I painted my bedroom a “dark purple”, it would be “depressing”. As if, with an entire house to live in, I would spend all my time in the bedroom, which I wanted to be dark because I would be sleeping in there. In the damn dark.

I had like one, maybe two friends who were all like FUCK YEAH YOU PAINT IT WHATEVER COLOR YOU WANT, PURPLE BEDROOMS ARE AWESOME.

But when they actualy saw the finished bedroom, every single one of them was like, “Oh yeah, that’s really pretty.” (Well, the ones who supported me from the beginning were more like WOOHOO.)

And the moral of the story is: Fuck ‘em, please yourself. Either they’ll come around, or you can safely ignore every question of taste they opine about for the rest of time.

This applies to other adulting activities, too. When I was a kid, I decided that I wanted to have a wedding cake made of doughnuts. When I got older, I figured that I would be “mature” about it and get a traditional cake, which the older adults approved of. Now that I’m 25 and facing the possibility of actual marriage in the near future, I’m just like “marriage is a social construct but it comes with tax & insurance benefits, so just give me that goddamn doughnut cake.” If they don’t like it then they don’t have to come to my wedding.

https://xkcd.com/150/

tenebraetrash17:

Ravus never said Ignis’ name….

thatonedaydream:

Next to you (part 2)

In an AU where Regis has passed away of old age and the mantle of king has fallen to Noctis only recently, you’re a regular citizen of Insomnia who’s managed to move into a new place with a friendly neighbour who you never see. part 1 here

Summary: A friend tells you she’s leaving.

You huffed lightly as you played on your phone in the lobby of the corporate building you worked in. It was pretty typical of your friend to make you wait, but every time you tried to match their timing and leave a little later to meet them, you’d still be early and left waiting.

Keep reading

synthetic-sleuth:

GREAT INDEED THANK YOU. 
*Ravus is trying to do ‘Total Clarity’

EDIT: I reposed here because I wasn’t happy with the picure quality.

miniwrath:

This was a request for: “Headcanons for Noctis and/or Ravus stargazing with their S/O” and I did both. 

Noctis:

• Though he’s used to the quiet, he feels the need to occasionally talk with you just to hear your voice.
• Carefully intertwines fingers, palms are perpetually sweaty.
• Blushes hidden in the darkness, like it’s always his first time being this close to you.
• Wants you to run your fingers through his hair as he looks up into the night sky (even says this aloud when you don’t catch his unsubtle hints).
• Tries to keep his tone conversational when he talks, feels like he’s talking way too much for stargazing.
• Brings a blanket.
• He definitely falls asleep.

Ravus:

• Fingers gently grazing on the backs of hands.
• Absolute silence… but the good kind of silence; silences that are filled with mutual understanding.
• He points out the constellations before going quiet again, dropping his hand back down closer and closer each time.
• Not opposed to you talking.
• Actually prefers to gaze up at the night sky, listening to you speak, eyelids fluttering at the easy cadence of your voice.
• Hushed words, soft voices.
• He wants to stay close like this forever.

ffxvcaps:

I can just picture it, when Ravus approaches Ignis to team up…and to break the ice…. Ignis cooks XD

synthetic-sleuth:

I’m super pleased you like them, Anon ~~

ffxvcaps:

Just thought it was interesting to note that Ravus’s sabre is called Alba Leonis which is Latin for “White Lion” (compared to Cor Leonis, which his name in Latin is literally “Heart Lion” or ‘Lion Heart’) 

Also what Ravus is wearing is the official Tenebraen Raiment: 

rainbowd00dles:

thank you so much! and thanks for the suggestion!