SO-ENJOYABLE

stop yourselves from writing about ships below kard’s videos or instagram’s posts. we know the members read the comments sections, especially matthew, who perfectly knows english and can obviously understand everything we international fans write. talking about them dating each other might bring uncomfortableness and become a main problem since they are a coed group. lovely interactions are difficult to ignore and all the shipping thing is funny and enjoyable so im not saying to not ship them. just do not make your thoughts public where you know kard can potentially be aware of them.

Leading Suspects - Chapter 7

I know, I promised updates a lot sooner that this. Sorry @peetabreadgirl. Life got a little crazy this weekend. So, for your enjoyment….Chapter 7 below.


“Do you need anything, Madge?” Peeta asks for the fiftieth time this morning and I stiffen in an attempt to not fly apart with tremors while Madge pats my hand.

“Not at the moment,” she says and he nods brusquely before heading back around to the yard.

“I’m fine, too, thanks for asking,” I grumble once he’s out of earshot.

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mchanzo week day 7 - holiday season

and that’s a wrap folks! thanks to the mods of @mchanzo for setting up this wonderful week and thanks to everyone who supported me! this week was super fun to do and i’m glad i got to draw my favourite boys :’-) happy holidays, everyone!

  • whenever Annabeth tags along to watch Percy skate she always makes sure to bring a gatorade cause he always forgets to grab something to drink before leaving the house 
  • Percy changes his outfit a minimum of three times before every date him and Annabeth go on because even after all this time he just wants to impress her 
  • Annabeth saves up for months to be able to buy Percy tickets to a Knicks game for his birthday 
  • Percy remembers Annabeth talking about this fancy calculator she had her eye on and while out with Sally one day he spots it and happens to have enough saved up to buy it for her 
  • Annabeth sits through a four hour make up lesson from the Aphrodite cabin because she finds herself delving into her femininity– her heart flutters when Percy notices the simple eye liner and blush she wears on their next night out
  • whenever they go to the movies, Percy sneaks in a box of hot tamales for Annabeth to enjoy 
  • Annabeth organizes what she calls play dates for Percy and Grover, coordinating their schedules in the hyper efficient way that only she can, when she thinks they’ve gone too long since hanging out 
  • Percy always asks how her dad and brothers are doing. It’s the only slightly subtle way he knows how to push her to talk to them because even though she’ll never admit it, he knows she misses them. 
  • Annabeth looks up tutorials and walk throughs on Percy’s favorite video games so that she can give him a real run for his money but mostly because she loves the way he sticks his tongue out a little bit and furrows his brow when he’s concentrating on the screen
  • Percy signs up for the email lists at Annabeth’s favorite museums that way he knows when exhibits she would enjoy are in town 
  • there is a Saturday when Percy has an extra basketball practice, so Annabeth spends the afternoon getting frames for the posters on his wall and putting them up– when he gets home she’s laying on his bed and has one of his sweatshirts on while she reads. He can’t help but think how he can’t wait to come home to this for the rest of his life. 
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I think there’s something wrong with my phone…

The playlist edit that now is! Semi-inspired after I suggested a song to @markired! Thank you to @distortional, @jiminy-krispies, and @spaaghettii for their song suggestions! 

Friendly reminder that this reflects my own personal taste in music, is in no way meant to be a comprehensive list for anything but (hopefully) your own enjoyment, so on and so forth. You guys are awesome enough to know that! <3

Edit: YouTube playlist! 

https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PL__vr73RalR-IdLuxOh2LQSEx4jrSie-e

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Poly relationship with Namjoon, Jin and J-hope.

chyrstis  asked:

Now I'm stuck imagining the SS sitting there messily wrapping duct tape around their weapon while Danse is gazing over at them fondly. Their scope's askew, and the knife they've rigged to the bottom of their rifle's in danger of falling off, but it's still the best thing ever, darn it.

‘What’s she doing?’ ‘HER BEST.’

Little do they both know she’s deliberately fudging it because Danse fixing SS’s mistakes and teaching her the proper way to mod and leaning around her and guiding her and whoops did our hands just touch as we both reached for the same part is a quality way to spend quiet evenings in Sanctuary Hills.

anonymous asked:

do you/have you taken latin? i feel like it’s your kind of language

I took four years of it in high school. Didn’t learn a whole lot, ‘cause our teachers were…. unreliable at best. 

 Mishi Mizuchi

Thank you so much to @amberharrisart for this completely stunning and far beyond my wildest imaginings, painting of my character. I gave you a few pictures and a little blurb about her, and you have brought her to life. Completely amazed and awestruck. For my first commission ever, you made it so easy and enjoyable! With this result, I’ll be throwing more money at you!! Thank you so much!! Truly amazing. 

Xander was led through the castle corridors by his retainer, his wary frown deepening at every passing moment. “And you gave this order to the chef because..?” “Things have become too dreary as of late, milord. I thought perhaps I could liven our spirits with something everyone loves: food,” came the all-too-casual reply from Laslow. “Back where I’m from, we celebrate all we’re thankful for by gathering our loved ones for a huge banquet.” The prince was sure the creases upon his forehead would become a permanent fixture, but he declined to inquire about Laslow’s mysterious home, or how he could introduce such indulgence from it to a kingdom with scarce food supply to begin with. Instead he hmm’d, and continued to follow his merry subordinate down to the kitchen.

As they neared, Laslow began to brag more of what awaited for his prince to see: pheasant, chicken, pig, beef, a cauldron of soup, fruits and vegetables, pies, and so much more. He detailed how the chef had said they would make this a dinner to never forget, and guessed that the cooks must have worked all night and day to bring each meal to perfection. Laslow’s eagerness to show off the awaiting layout was contagious; the stolid prince himself was becoming interested to see this for himself.

Their shared anticipation screeched to a halt, replaced instead with a perturbed curiosity as a booming sound came rattling from the kitchen entrance.

*BRRAAUURRP!!*

The two shared a look before hastening to the archway. What they found was.. a whole mix of words, honestly. The kitchen looked absolutely ransacked. Cabinets were flung open, their shelves either bare or littered with empty bottles and bags. The countertops were a mess of food scraps and stains, plates and sheets strewn across them or else shattered on the floor. The cauldron was tipped over, only a small trickle of broth emerging from it. The large pantry was open to reveal it too was now barren of any sign of food or ingredients, only the empty shells of sacks, boxes, and barrels remaining. The main counter near the middle of the room was no better; the pans where the cooked fowls and pig were to be now only containing bones stripped clean of meat, indicating it was hit by the same disaster.

And said disaster was plopped down on the floor resting his back against it, the location of all the food that had disappeared resting between his sprawled legs in the form of a huge, gurgling orb. The belly looked unreal, so big and round that it would fit better on a monster thrice its current owner’s size. But that was not the case, made evident by how utterly engorged the glutton was, tongue hanging lazily from his mouth as he panted, each intake of breath making the tight mound swell only a centimeter under his gloved hands. His shirt and vest (and, if they’d been visible, pants as well) were long since rid of their buttons, now useless cloth lying over the top sides of the mound.

“Keaton..?”

The wolfskin’s lowered ears perked at the sound of his name, and his head turned accordingly. His eyes were half-lidded, mind sluggish, and it took him a second to register it was Laslow who called to him - his liege, still struck speechless, standing next to him. “Oh..” He was interrupted by a soundless hiccup that made his torso jolt back and enormous belly jostle, a slight whimper tailing the act. Apparently just forming words was too much trouble for his system right now. “oof… Heya~” Even caught red-handed like this, Keaton could not be dissuaded from his pleased state; looking like the cat that got the cream was more truth than idiom in his case.

Silence would have fallen once more, were it not for the wolf’s stomach still busy processing its insane load. It gurgled and churned, glorped and whined, like a muffled factory overloaded with work. The wolf’s hands rubbing on either side seemed an effort in futility. Laslow and Xander, still caught in shock, were occupied with trying to piece together what happened. Apparently the wolfskin had caught the scent of all the food being prepared, enticed down into the kitchen by the succulent smells that poured forth like a torrent. If the smell enchanted him, the sight of it all must have driven him mad with hunger, awakening his inner beast as he lunged forth and crammed the nearest morsel in his maw. And from there he just.. did not stop. Anything edible was chewed, slurped, or otherwise gulped whole in the one-wolf rampage. A night and a day’s work, all consumed in what could have only taken an hour or so.

That just left one question. The architect of such an arrangement surely could not have left their work unguarded. Again it was Laslow who voiced their shared concern. “Wait.. where’s the chef?”

Keaton’s stomach rumbled, as if triggered by the word. The gastric sounds reached a fever pitch before ending in another loud, drawn-out belch from the unabashed glutton. He licked his chops, contented smile growing a tad, and gave his drum-tight gut a light pat. It was then that the two other men noticed the white hat and slightly torn apron resting next to the wolfskin. No further investigation was needed, much less desired.

Another extended pause, and then the two men at the entryway diverged in action. Where Xander remained planted in place, disturbed beyond measure, Laslow walked over to the immobilized wolf and kneeled down to join him in rubbing the churning mass. While Keaton certainly appreciated the extra pair of hands, the prince gave him a bemused look. “What are you doing?” Laslow returned the look with a defeated shrug, as if his hands were tied in the matter. “Well, it was my idea in the first place, so.. I guess this is my responsibility.”

He turned back to the wolf, rubbing his ridiculously packed belly with extra vigor. “At least someone got to enjoy the feast, huh?” Keaton could only make pleased sounds, tongue again flopping out of his mouth as another burp worked its way up his tired throat. Xander, meanwhile, resigned himself to be the one to have to clean up the bizarre mess these two made.

Holy god I actually did something on time.. barely! This time picture and a drabble! \o/  HOPE EVERYONE HAD A HAPPY THANKSGIVING!