a post i mad days ago

Flirtyplies & Seriousplies & Other

Soooooooo first of all warning there are some RLY big replies/comments at the bottom (but I sorted it so you don’t have to scroll through that if you didn’t send one of them) Please don’t be mad that I merged all serious comments by one person to save space xD

TL;DR for those who don’t feel like scrolling and stuff, I had a Moment about simblr a few days ago because I used to have a place and I’ve kinda been feeling like I don’t have that any more, but I’m slowly powering back up and I’m really thankful for the support I got that night ♥♥♥ you guys are thE BEST AND MY UNGRATEFUL ASS DOES NOT DESERVE YOU

Keep reading

Hey MTV, Welcome to (Nick’s) Crib

A few anons were interested in a masterpost of Nick’s house like we have for his old place (pour one out for the old flat - gone but never forgotten). I’ve put together this house tour based on what we’ve seen on instagram. I would absolutely love it if one day Nick was featured in some sort of interior design magazine bc he has such eclectic taste and his place is very nice imo!

OK hopefully I have the layout right - if you spot any errors let me know. Tour behind the cut.

Keep reading

a mini rant

literally FUCK people on this goddamn website who try to encourage your shitty eating behaviors. I’m not talking about posting “I’m starting a fast today!” and girls being like, “good luck!” because, whatever, that’s sweet and well intentioned. A couple days ago I posted that if I hit a certain goal weight by tomorrow I would get myself a breakfast sandwich from start bucks and I got five or six comments like “don’t reward yourself with food, you’re not a dog!” and “Oh my god but think about the salt! The calories!” no offense but FUCK OFF. It’s none of your fucking business and you’re clearly not concerned about my health or coming from a place of good intentions or love. I have very few normalized eating habits. I like to cling to the ones I do have. if it’s none of your business and I am staying as safe as possible please fuck off.

if the Vader!AFO theory is correct

AFO: izuku, I am your father


deku: byyye, All Might’s my real dad

deku: he has been for two years now, thanks

deku: *peaces the fuck out of that convo like a real skywalker would*

Exams and movie premieres don’t cooperate

Summary: Tom really wants you to attend an important for him event but you have an exam the next day and can’t, and he ends up mad (something along these lines)

A/U: I wrote it like a month ago or so and wasn’t sure if i should post it or not but now im like yeah, let’s do it anyway! :) hope you guys enjoyed it! as always - please let me know what you think! 

masterlist | request

“Don’t be like that, you know it’s impossible for me to fly out to LA and attend this premiere with you and then fly back and not miss my final exam! It’s just humanly impossible!” You sighed into the phone while laying on your back on the bed, your legs propped up on the wall next to it. 

Tom has asked you a few ago to be his date for the premiere of his new movie and you truly wanted to go but it took place in LA and you had your final exam the next day and even if you tried you would miss it. The event was in 2 days, meaning you’d have to leave tonight or tomorrow morning if you wanted to go. Sadly, Tom didn’t seem to understand your point of view and started getting mad like it was your fault.

“We can figure something out! You could leave right after the premiere ends and go catch a plane! I’m sure it will be fine.” He sounded angry and kind of disappointed, feeling like he wasn’t important enough for you. 

“Tom, are you listening to what I’m saying? You’re acting like you don’t know the difference in time zones, and have you considered the plane being delayed? I can’t risk it, Tom. If I miss that exam, I don’t know if and when I would be able to take it again, you know that. Why can’t you understand my point of view? It’s not my fault…” Your eyes were filling with tears, the feeling of guilt washing over you. He was blaming you for something that you didn’t have control over and you started thinking it was actually your fault. If the exam wasn’t so damn important, you wouldn’t have hesitated at all and you’d be already there with him.

“But this is important for me, okay? I want you to be here with me, I want you to support me!” His loud voice made you close your eyes for a few seconds and take a big breath.

“I can’t be there, Tom. I’m sorry. This is also important for me, you know?”

“Whatever, have fun studying for your stupid exam.” And with that he ended up the call, not giving you a chance to say anything back. He was usually very understanding and has never acted like this before which made you think that maybe the distance and his growing career started to change him and his feeling for you. 

You were younger than Tom, still going to school and that never seemed to be the problem. The two of you always made it work, visiting each other whenever you could. Maybe he had a bad day this time? Whatever it was, it sure as hell made you feel like a big disappointment. 

You spent the entire night overthinking that conversation with him than studying, which in the morning made you even more stress, leaving you with only one day to revise anything. 

The time difference between you two was about 6 or 7 hours and while you were already awake it meant that Tom was still sleeping. You got ready, ate breakfast, went for a quick walk to breathe in some fresh air then came home and took your books out, going over the most important things for the exam. During your dinner break you sent him a text, wondering if he was still mad at you but he didn’t respond. You went back to studying, feeling a little more distracted, checking your phone every few minutes. 

In the evening you tried calling Tom, wanting to hear his voice and hoping to hear some words of reassurance, wishing you good luck on the finals the next morning. Of course, he didn’t pick up the call so you gave up and went to take a shower and went to bed, not really wanting to stay late the night before the exam. Before you actually tried falling asleep, you sent him another text that said “Have fun at the premiere. Hope everything goes well! x” 

All the way in LA, Tom wasn’t actually very happy with himself. After your conversation he was questioning himself, wondering whether he was right or not but he got called by his team and he focused on his work. 

During the night, even though he was very tired, he couldn’t fall asleep. He was thinking about you and wondered why you wouldn’t want to come visit him. Maybe you weren’t in love with him anymore? Maybe you had found someone else? Someone better? Instead of thinking rationally, he started making up stories in his mind, telling himself that maybe you wanted to spend more time with that Marcus guy that you used to have small study sessions with. Before he fell asleep, his mind and his heart was filled with anger and jealousy. 

The next day he woke up being late to one of the meetings, he quickly put some comfy clothes on and rushed out of the hotel and into the place where the meeting was held. The meeting wasn’t supposed to be long, maybe an hour or so, but after two hours Tom didn;t feel like it was going to end soon. He put his hand inside the pocket of his sweats ready to grab his phone when he realised it wasn’t there. He checked the other pocket and also found nothing. He groaned and his head fell back, great, he thought. Then he remembered leaving the phone on his bed while he was looking for the hotel card before running out of the room. 

Luckily, the meeting was over soon enough and then he was rushed by his team to get ready for the premiere. The team fixed his hair quickly, only using some hair gel like he politely asked them to, and then he put on the suit with small fixes from some of the people. While they were getting him ready he was wondering how you were doing, if you tried to call him or anything. But after all he was still pissed and he couldn’t see past his own feelings, not realising he was in the wrong.

While you were sleeping, the premiere was going well, a lot of people came and everyone was having a great time. Everyone, except for Tom. He seemed kind of out of place, not really paying attention to what was happening. They were done with the interviews and he, Chris, Sebastian and Scarlett with their dates were standing in a group, talking about something that happened the other day on set. 

“Hey, where’s Y/N, though?” Chris asked, making everyone look at Tom. The cast knew you and were good friends with you, altough you had a big age gap with them. They all treated you and Tom like their younger siblings and were always happy to help you with anything. 

“Uhh, she couldn’t come…” He said before biting his lip and looking at the ground, feeling like he wasn’t ready for that question to be asked.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, are you guys alright?” Scarlett added and Tom looked at them with a forced smile.

“Yeah, we’re… good. She just had better things to do.” He looked around the group and excused himself, “I gotta go to the bathroom.” 

He went inside and locked the door, then went to splash some woter on his face. He had a weird feeling in his stomach and he wasn’t quite sure why. Before he could do anything else someone knocked on the door and Tom unlocked the door and left the bathroom to go into the movie theatre. 

The film was great, he really enjoyed it and was super proud of it but he just wanted to go back to the hotel room. He was really scolding himself for leaving his goddamn phone back in the hotel. 

When the whole event had finally ended and the cast was getting ready for an after party Tom made up an excuse and went back to his hotel room. He took of his blazer and kicked of his shoes while sitting on the edge of his bed and grabbed his phone. He saw two missed texts from you an one call. He read them both and the second one made left him thinking. 

“Shit, Tom.” He scolded himself and pressed your name on the screen to call you,  his other hand run over his face as he layed down on his back on the bed, his feet still on the floor. 

He was being selfish again, not caring about the early hour in the morning where you were, desperate to talk to you. 

You picked up after the second signal, “Tom? Is everything okay?”

“Yes-I mean, no,” he started, not really knowing how to say the words he meant, “I’m sorry, Y/N. For being such an asshole, for not caring about what you want and what you can’t change, I’m sorry. I know you’ll ace this exam because you’re so smart, like so smart. I believe in you and I hope you won’t sress too much, okay? I love you and I’m sorry for how I was acting and for waking you up so early.” He mumbled the last part, his heart aching to hear you say that he was forgiven. 

“It’s okay, Tommy. I understand. I’m glad you can see what you did wasn’t okay and hope you realise that you made me feel really guilty and not good about myself. So, how was the premiere?” She sounded so sleepy and he was feeling so bad for waking her up but he need to tell her that he was sorry and that he believed in her.

“Okay. Just could’ve been better with you here. I miss you,” he sighed loudly, “I’m gonna let you go back to sleep. I’m sorry again, I promise I will make it up to you. Love you and good luck!”

“You should get some sleep too, Tommy. Night, love you too.” 

The next day after your exam you came home from school to see a big package standing in the middle of your room and inside was a big teddy bear and lots of other small things that Tom has picked out for you as his another apology. 

RIP me for not posting yesterday (half an hour ago lol). Scribbled this out rlly quick tho.

What a tease

Hi, guys! I actually managed to figure out the problem with my Masterlist link/page so now it’s under a new name. I have fixed up the Masterlist quite nicely too, I think. Anyways, that’s besides the point. I am here to bring you a Jason x reader short imagine.

PS: I am working on your requests diligently so don’t worry if you have yet to see them up! Sometimes I just pile them together so that I can post them all in one go, normally at the end of the day or in the early mornings!

Jason is mad at you.

Technically, he isn’t really mad at you per se. More like, frustrated at you - sexually frustrated to be more specific. 

To be honest, given the nature of both of your ‘jobs’, it really was not his fault entirely. You had spent the entire day wearing that two-piece bikini he had bought for you when he was on a mission a few months ago - it’s his all-time favourite! - and seeing as the two of you are currently at one of Bruce’s beach houses, it is admittedly expected for you to be wearing a bikini. He just didn’t expect to react like this.

The problem herein lies with the fact that due to the nature of your jobs: Jason with his Outlaws and you taking over The Teen Titans in lieu of your predecessor, the both of you have been very busy and normally able to meet once a month, twice a month if your schedules match with Jason’s free time. 

Now you are walking around in the living room and Jason is having a very hard time trying to concentrate on the commentaries you are making about the house. You’re driving him absolutely mad! It also did not help that you had gone for a swim earlier and your body is still damp.

“You alright there, Jay? You’re a million miles away.” Your voice snaps Jason out of his self-induced dilemma and he gives you crooked smile. He swallows thickly when you approach him. Now that you are right in front of him, it’s really starting to become very hard to not ogle at your impressive rack and reach out to hold you in his arms.

“Yeah, I’m absolutely fine, babe.” Jason tells you, absentmindedly staring at the view in front of him. 

You raise one eyebrow as you stare at your boyfriend. You nod your head before you step back. “If you say so, Jay.” You tie your hair up in a bun and you can hear Jason’s sharp gasp – he always loves it when you put your hair up in a bun. “I’m going to go take a shower now. All that swimming earlier made my skin feel sticky.” You lament before heading towards the bathroom. 

Jason lets out a groan as he watches you. In all honesty, he is aware that you are probably only doing this to tease him but he can’t help but play in to the palm of your hand. As much as he does not want to admit defeat, Jason doesn’t think he can last any longer. 

“Jay, the bathroom has a tub that’s big enough for the both of us.” You call out over your shoulder cheekily. 

The Flash would have been surprised and impressed at the speed of which Jason left the sofa. 


Wow, Nick is really making a spectacle of himself.

(2x01, 3x02, 6x08, 4x17, 5x18, 2x17)

Requested by @whatsmypogo, like forever ago.

Things I picked up in the bonus Welcome to the Madness manga

Part 1: https://plisaltin.tumblr.com/post/161097987999/full-scanned-translation-wttm-manga-part-1-part

Lilia and Yakov drinking together. And Yakov saying “my drinking with Lilia”

Christophe’s myterious man appearing to be having dinner with other coaches. And he seems to be talking with Chris’ coach. 

Yuri saying Otabek is “JUST” 18, which implies their age gap is almost non-existence to Yuri XD

Yuri, despite only meeting Otabek a few days ago, being comfortable enough to “bitch” with Otabek, and with him only :)) (Anddddd he almost friend breaking up with Otabek :))) Precious) 

Mila hanging out with Sara, Michele and Emil. Sara being precious and Michele being mean to Yuri. Sara planning to get Emil to throw Yuri down a pool :)))

Part 2: https://plisaltin.tumblr.com/post/161097957399/full-scanned-translation-wttm-manga-part-2-part

Emil calling Yuri a “naughty kitty” :))))

Michele only having Emil’s number. #OTP 

And Georgi not even having Yuri’s number

Mila demanding Otabek’s email :)))

Seung-Gil dreaming about beating Yuri for the gold, how cute <3 

DJBeks (●♡∀♡) And that smirk he’s hiding behind his hand XD

Yuri jumping on Otabek’s DJ station, likely destroying every single pre-mixed DJ set of his :)))

Part 3: https://plisaltin.tumblr.com/post/161097948269/full-scanned-translation-wttm-manga-part-3-part

Yuri asking Otabek to be on the ice with him MINUTES before his EX. Which means that glove scene is absolutely spontaneous and not practiced. OMG Bake is hella smooth  ♡✧( ु•⌄• )

People mad at the Host fakeout

I love the host a shit ton and i can understand a few of you are upset but think of it this way.
Tyler tweeted a few days ago that they had a big brainstorming session.
Dark vs Anti came out recently which means Mark actively thinks about the egos, this is also supported by him remembering the Host this time and giving him a little reference.
That and have you noticed how quiet things have been for Mark?
Besides the charity livestream stuff he hasn’t posted many pictures or weird tweets.
I think he’s planning something with the egos and this was a little hint of things to come.
I don’t think he’s making fun of them, just think of it as… teasers trailers for the main event.
I know we would all like to see more hints about what Mark is up too but when he has a project he’s very secretive about it, he doesn’t want too many spoilers coming out.
But you can tell he’s working on something when he’s quiet on social media for a while, the slight hints in videos.
So don’t get down, get excited because he was thinking of the Host! Get excited for whatever cool project he has planned!

Simply Mad - The Evil Within
Fic by Croik, Art by Del
By Organization for Transformative Works

Fandom: The Evil Within (Video Game)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Incest, Jazz Era AU
Summary: For @jazitupart

A glimpse of a Jazz Era AU for the Victoriano siblings.

So we meant to post this a really long time ago???  For our buddy Jazzie, who is stupendous! (And no, this is not the thing I was telling you about the other day).  We hope you like it :D

I’ve been pretty quiet the last couple days. This is me laying low. But this post and all the lovely comments was brought to my attention this morning and I sort of feel the need to defend myself. From shippers. and yes I’m going to be bitter. I think I’m allowed that. 

There’s a couple things I take issue with because, you see, I was in many of your shoes not even a week ago. Pretty innocently shipping with very little to no threats from antis. Antis being mad made me happy because, for the most part, their anger was empty bullshit. It made me want to ship harder. However. What myself, Jess and Lauren have received is not empty, angry anti bullshit. My last name, Lauren’s last name and my place of work were dropped into my inbox by some anonymous person with the CLEAR message that if we continued to ship the way we do, my job was going to be threatened. That is not an empty threat. Realistically, do I think my boss would care that I ship? No. Does it stop me from being absolutely terrified that this random anonymous psycho now knows my last name? Hell fucking no. The minute you know someone’s name, you know their address, their phone number, their family members names, all thanks to google. Lauren has a child with one on the way. She has a family, a life, all of which are now threatened. And why? Because she ships. I don’t wish our last couple days on anyone and certainly I don’t wish it on any other shippers but you know what? I do wonder if any of you would be doing a happy dance that antis are mad if your privacy was suddenly under attack. I also wonder if you’d be as annoyed as I am that other shippers, who I thought had our backs, were now partying and shipping even harder because the antis are mad. I don’t think you’d be super happy if the tables were turned. Their anger is now threatening real people. Lauren, Jess and I are not just blogs. 

So while all of you are so happy that the antis are mad, we are terrified. We’re scared to ship again. I’m scared to take my blog off private. I’m really paranoid. I made a separate locked twitter account so I can ship in peace without the fear of being quite literally stalked and harassed. But quite frankly shipping is the last thing I’m worried about. In my mind, this has nothing to do with “the ship.” This goes way beyond the ship. 

Are there things the three of us, as shippers, could have done differently? Maybe. Depends on who you talk to. Sam doesn’t seem to mind us tweeting him all the time. None of you seemed to mind that we were so active when he was faving our shippery tweets. Personally? I have no regrets on how I ship. I’m not afraid to speak my mind because, for the last 3 years or so, I didn’t think there was going to be any serious consequence. Which is how all of you are living your lives on this ship. Without consequence. Some part of me is really happy for you. I’m glad you can all ship without consequence, without nasty threats being dropped into your inbox (and that’s how it SHOULD be. But it’s not so here we are.) It’s really easy to “ignore” when the threats are not personal. 

The other part of me though is really sad. I’m sad, I’m frustrated as hell, I’m annoyed, I’m angry and I’m resentful. Partly because I can’t ship the way you guys get to and I miss it. I want to be able to. But also because, somehow through no fault of our own, Lauren, Jess and I have big red targets on our backs. Everything we do is screen capped and analyzed and ridiculed. Everything. Don’t believe me? Go take a gander at some of the more well known “anti” blogs. Just yesterday I was having my name smeared all over one of them for something I had no part in or knowledge of. And before this happened, I was able to laugh at it because it was just so ridiculous but suddenly none of it seems super funny to me. So while all of you get to ship and enjoy and have fun, we have to make a choice. We have to make a choice about whether or not we even want to continue with our blogs. Whether or not this ship, which used to be a happy place for all of us, is worth continued threats, continued harassment, continued bullying, continued screen capping etc. Potentially more doxxing. Spoiler alert: it’s 100% not worth that. Because if we decide to leave, antis are not going away. They’ll just choose new targets. 

I’m not looking for pity with this post so please don’t try it. But I am looking for a bit of understanding, a little less “stay strong” and “just ignore and keep shipping” and a LOT less “YAY ANTIS ARE MAD TIME TO PARTYYY!!!!”



This is funny, but I don’t think I’ve ever posted pics of my Combeferre doll.  He’s an Iplehouse BJD that I’ve had for a few years, and I long ago did his face-up (including prodigious sideburns, lol) and sewed all the clothes for him and got him his Combeferre wig and glasses, but I’d never done a good photo shoot with him because I was too lazy to make up a set for him.  So I finally did, and we shot some Combeferre pics.  :)  (And yes, he totally keeps an “Enjolras” statue bust on his mad scientist shelf…not creepy at all.  ;))

Oddly, this isn’t the first time I’ve dressed up a doll as a Les Mis character… Witness my Fantine Felicity from my misspent youth of sewing doll clothes:

Find Virago here!

ok so i made this post a couple days ago and an overwhelming response to it is “maybe people are mad because it’s bad writing, did you think of that” and you know what? sure, i’ll accept that, if someone actually explains what the bad writing is

can someone please explain that, really. i want to know.

getupoffathathang  asked:

FlintWood Stop being so lame For the drabbles u ship them right?

“Stop being so lame,” Marcus complained, reaching for the glass that Oliver had just swiped from him.

“I’m being ‘lame’ because you told me to stop you after six drinks, Marcus,” his boyfriend replied, holding the firewhisky that Marcus very much wanted just out of reach.

“Sober me is stupid,” Marcus said, lunging a bit towards the tumbler in Oliver hand, failing, and collapsing onto Oliver’s lap instead. “You shouldn’t listen to him,” Marcus muttered, rubbing his cheek against Oliver’s jeans.

“Sober you says the same thing about drunk you.”

“So I’m always stupid. Big deal.” Marcus grinned up at Oliver. “You still like me anyway.”

Oliver rolled his eyes.

“Merlin knows why,” he said, but the exasperation in his voice was undercut by the affectionate smile on his lips as he took a sip of Marcus’ drink.

“No fair,” Marcus pouted, looking up at the drink with longing, but his arms were too heavy to try to grab at it again.

“Since when do you know a goddamn thing about being fair, Flint?” Oliver laughed.

“You’re just mad I’m better at Quidditch than you.”

“I might be if that was even remotely true.”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t.”

“I know.” Marcus closed his eyes, a smile on his face and Oliver’s hand stroking his hair.

Send me a ship and a sentence, I’ll write the next five (or so)