OMG-I-AM-SORRY-THIS-IS-HORRIBLE

anonymous asked:

we're so sorry for overfilling your inbox. I for one feel horrible. I'm sorry... *hides in my bed covers*

Whaaat?! You have absolutely no reason to apologize. The only people I dislike for adding unnecessary crap to my inbox are people who send me anon hate because I don’t care and just want to get to the asks that I actually care about. So pleaaaase don’t apologize omg. I do get kind of upset with people who complain that I don’t answer their asks, but I absolutely don’t hate them or anything!! I am so sorry if I came off rude. It’s just very frustrating when people send me an ask saying “why don’t you answer me ):” instead of something like “hey, I’m just checking if you got my ask about *so and so*?” which helps me a lot because tumblr does eat lots of asks so it’s always nice to check if I received something!

Anyways omg I hope I didn’t really upset or hurt anyone, I’ve been super irritable lately (because of my period rip) though it’s absolutely not an excuse!

News

Sorry for the sudden inactivity guys. I kinda gotten busy with work and commissions as well.

But! I wasn’t really expecting this, but I’m nearing 250 followers!! Omg, thank you so much guys! It’s amazing how I reach such high number of followers so fast.

Now, for the news and pretty what things that’s coming up.

Bad news: There’s a big event that’s coming up, pretty much tomorrow, and it’s making me very anxious to the point I might have a panic attack and break down. Horrible, ain’t it? And also, I don’t think I’m able to do the big project I planned where you guys voted. I really am sorry about that.

Good news: to make it up, I’ll be doing a face reveal of both Aiden and myself at the exact 250 followers! Now y'all would know what I exactly look like :)

Also, to the addition about the project, somewhere in the future, I might do it. Key work: ‘might’.

So that’s that for now. I hope you guys understand :)

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Damsel in Distress
↳ “Obi-wan Kenobi”

telegraph.co.uk
Cristiano Ronaldo unveils 'horrifying' bronze bust of himself as Madeira airport is renamed in his honour
Cristiano Ronaldo has helped unveil a new statue in his own honour, as the Aeroporto da Madeira was renamed after the island's most famous son.

Sorry, not Harry related, but LOOK AT THIS PICTURE! OMG, I am screaming with laughter. This is so horrible! Truly, truly, the WORST. Oh man….poor Ronaldo, look at him trying to be cool about it, but…..omg, I can’t stop laughing. 

  • Half of the AA fandom: Oh look Franziska
  • Other half of the AA fandom: FRANZISKA MY LOVE MY LIFE MY SWEET BABY CHILD WIFE OH MY GOSH I AM SO SORRY YOU ARE A PRECIOUS CINNAMON ROLL TOO PURE FOR THIS WORLD AND YOU DESERVE SO MUCH BETTER THAN ALL THIS CRAP YOU'VE GONE THROUGH OMG DID YOU KNOW WHAT GODOT SAID TO HER THAT ONE TIME? LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THE HORRIBLE SUFFERING SHE ENDURED BECAUSE OF HER FATHER OMG AND THAT WHIP LIKE YES YEEESSSSS
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the 100 » jasper & monty
× requested by anonymous

let's be alone together, we could stay young forever,
scream it from the top of your lungs, lungs, lungs.

madelinecoffee  asked:

Yes! The latest chapter of can I be him was so worth the wait. You did an amazing job crafting the downfall of James. Like fuck that guy. Also the sweetness of Rucas was so perfect. I am so in love with this chapter. I love your writing and I cannot wait to read more of whatever you write next! <3

So sorry for not being able to get to this earlier since I was mobile. But, I’m so glad you thought so bc I wasn’t sure if his downfall was too sudden or like if I had rushed it or not?? RIGHT? Something similar to this has happened to one of my friends and it was hORRIBLE. OMg yes we can finally build up to more Rucas moments! Thank you for always leaving feedback, you’re AMAZING

New Job ||closed for diana-thehuntress

Maribeth took a deep breath before she knocked on the door. She was at one of the clubs she had applied to for a job. She was wearing a black dress that hugged her body perfectly and white flats. She had applied for any position, and so she made sure she was wearing sexy underwear in case she was offered the job as a stripper. 

She straightened out her dress as she waited for an answer from her knock. She really was horribly nervous about this interview. She did her best to hide it as she knew appearing nervous was never good. 

@diana-thehuntress

Start Over // Anakin x Reader

Anon asked: Anakin and reader are friends since childs, but then he becomes to the dark side. Now, a few years later, she is fighting Darth Vader. They have a discussion and when he takes off the helmet, she screams with pain “You were my brother, Anakin! I loved you!” Then he asks for forgiveness. Ps: I am sorry for my horrible english, hope you understand. Your writing is amazing!

I have so many sad Anakin imagines omg

You remember all of the times he chased you throughout market on Tatooine. How many times he teased you about how much taller he was than you.

You remember him leaving. You remember crying and begging him not to leave you. You remember him flying away on that ship.

You remember him holding his mother as she died in his arms. You remember the sobs that echoed. You remember being afraid that he wouldn’t remember.

You remembered everything about him. Every measurement of his body. Every crinkle in his smile. Every scar on his body.

All of that came crashing back down on you as you clashed your lightsaber onto his this fight.

He was a Sith. He left the light. He followed the dark path.

He was intended on killing everything good until the darkness prevailed. You intended on bring him back.

Anakin thrusts his saber on your knocking it out of your hands, leaving you defenseless. He approaches you with both lightsabers in hand.

“Don’t you remember me, Ani?”

The nickname you used for him as a child floods in more memories. He retracts both lightsabers and takes off his helmet.

He has changed so much. His features have become more masculine. There is a scar adjacent to his eyebrow. His hair has grown and become wavy. His eyes still have that twinkle in them bringing back a sense of nostalgia.

“(Y/N)?" Anakin speaks, taking in your features. "Oh my…it’s been so long…I didn’t recognize you!”

“It’s been 11 years, Ani. I never thought I would see you take this path,” you tell him, voice cracking in the process.

“This is where I belong. I came here to protect the ones I love,” Anakin tells you.

“You only ended up hurting them. And I know because I am one of them. Seeing you take this path is heartbreaking, Anakin. This is not the real you. You have to come back to the light. Please,” you beg him as he shakes his head.

“I cannot. The light is far to dangerous. Even if I wanted to, it’s too late.”

“It is never too late. You can come back with me. We can start over,” you tell him, coming closer as he takes a step back.

“No, (Y/N). I can’t why can’t you understand that!” he yells.

“Because you were my brother, Anakin! I loved you so damn much! And you can’t open your damn eyes to see that!” you yell, vision blurry from tears.

Your words stop him. Before you can speak again, his arms are wrapped around your body in a tight embrace.

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I never knew you felt that way,” he whispers in your ear. “I’ll start over again just for you.”

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And after we’re done, you can hate me, and that’ll be fine, because I was a horrible friend, and I hurt you. And you can walk away knowing you were right all along. I really am just a dumb bunny. 

bettydice  asked:

4, fenris/hawke

Special Delivery (f!hawke/fenris - Hot UPS delivery-person AU)

It’s not fair.  It’s not even a fly-over country on the way to fair.  He’s just too hot.

Isabela, predictably, was practically convulsing in the work space across from hers.  This was not the first time Hawke had cause to regret Varric’s ‘artistic vision’ for their shared space at Tethras Weekly because it meant that she and Isabela literally shared a space, and the woman had a horribletendency to pirate all the best K-cups and commandeer social situations, sailing them from rivers of awkward into the deep seas of downright humiliating.

For Hawke, that was, who spent a lot of time on Wednesdays at three o’clock with a blush from the tips of her toes to the roots of her hair.  Isabela was impossible to embarrass, which was convenient because Hawke’s repertoire of pranks was amassed circa the fifth grade, and somebody at least had to pretend to be an adult or no one would knowingly consent to leaving them alone in the office unsupervised.

“Don’t you have a column to write?” Hawke demanded, head definitely not in her hands behind the obscuring bulk of her monitor.  It was 2:45 - she had approximately fifteen minutes to pull it together before he showed up and her tongue spontaneously transformed into a macramé plant holder.  As was tradition.

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