also it was supposed to be a guy today

when i was like 14, i once wore contact lenses instead of glasses to school bc i had just learned how to put them on and i wanted to show them to my friends right, and this one guy goes and tells me “i thought girls were supposed to become beautiful when they stopped wearing glasses. something obviously went wrong with you” and that was??? so incredibly rude i wanted to cry but i just stood there not knowing what to say bc i honestly thought we were friends

but the girl sitting in front of him (who was also his crush, mind u) hears him and turns around with the most disgusted expression on her face, and calls him out on it like “omg i cant believe you said that have you even seen yourself in a mirror you have no right to tell her shit” and then she turns to me and says “dont listen to him, you look gorgeous with or without glasses” and she probably already forgot about that but i always remember it whenever i feel self-conscious about myself

so the moral of the story is: if u see someone being a jerk to someone else, dont laugh along and call them out on it. stick together and bring all the fuckboys down

hey guys i rated the cleffa sprites

Gold: Simple. Arms extended out for a hug. 8/10

Silver: Arms not extended out for a hug, but instead on her face to extenuate her cuteness. Not sure which one I like better 8/10

Crystal: Less round, more like the shape she is today and also LOOK AT HER SHE’S SO GOOD AAAAAAA. She’s supposed to animate, if she’s not for you just trust me, it’s really cute. 11/10

Ruby/Sapphire/Emerald/FireRed/LeafGreen: This sprite is the start of her tilting to the side. This goes on for many years. Not sure why, but I hope she’s okay. Also more advanced graphics allow her to be a softer pink. I like this. She waves hello. 9/10

Diamond/Pearl: Again with the tilting. She probably thinks she looks cute. She is right. 9/10

Platinum: Her back hurt from all the tilting. She is happy because she can be comfortable again. The smile really puts it over the edge. 10/10

HeartGold/SoulSilver: Even more soft pink, though only slightly. This pleases me. I would give her any amount of money she asked for. Please animate Cleffa more often. 11/10

Black/White/Black 2/White 2: Step, step, ear wiggle. Not sure if those are ears, but they are cute. Thank you for animating her more. 12/10

X/Y/ORAS/Sun/Moon: I love her dance. Animation is simple. 10/10

BONUS: SHINY CLEFFA

A good, nice pink and green which is my favorite color. She deserves to be rare and I hope she lives a long happy life. Everything/10

Tl;Dr at the bottom.

So earlier today this guy tried to short-change me. Which is, if you don’t know, means it will put my till under amount of bills I’m suppose to have.

Now I am a little bit ditzy but I’m also a hard worker and can remember a lot of stuff. So I see that I gave him his $16 in change back, the usual stuff. Well he says I didn’t give him his $10 and showed me his money.
Now the way I do money, I don’t know if everyone does this or its just me, I put the receipt down then the biggest to smallest bills. So receipt, 10, 5, 1. Well I have never in my life ever put a $1 underneath a $5.

So this guy shows me his hand of cash with a $1, $5, then another $1. I just smile at him and say, “I remember giving you a $10 and I saw you pull that $1 out of your pocket and stick the $10 inside. Have a nice day.”
I then stared at him with a big Retail™ smile until I shame him into leaving. Then I hear him grumbling about how it was unfair that I didn’t give more change.

Tl;dr so a guy tried to short-change my till and I knew he was lying, so I shame him into leaving by smiling.

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Apparently there is 200 of you now. I don’t know how. Also, I’m supposed to give you a gift, so here you go…

So today I give you this cute TARDIS dress. It is inspired by a dress I found on Hot Topic two weeks back AND STILL DIDN’T GET, GUYS! Come on! What is taking so long?!  It’s a recolour of the most amazing of all meshes created by @ladyhayny. It has an intricate mechanical cogs pattern (which you can’t see in my shitty screenshots because I own an A-sucks) and comes in two variants - with or without the text. Enjoy! 

- 2 swatches: one with the POLICE BOX text, one without.

- The mesh is by @ladyhayny

DOWNLOAD IT HERE: Google Drive

(YOU WILL NEED THE MESH FOR IT TO SHOW UP IN YOUR GAME. DOWNLOAD IT HERE.)

Guarantee you the same people defending the cop who shot at the kids in Anaheim today also defended George Zimmerman killing Trayvon Martin.

Cop or not, you don’t attack children. Those kids tried to protect their friend and this “cop” who is suppose to calm the situation makes it worse. And also what situation anyway? Stepping over some fucking grass? Gimme a break.

People saying he was “defending himself ” or “defending his property” or acted in “self defense” you’ve clearly never experienced how these guys can intimidate you. Especially towards minorities. So of course most of the apologists in this situation are white, pro Trump, or both.

It’s bad enough police are killing minorities. When they attack children, especially ones who aren’t white, that’s what I don’t understand how people can be ok with that.

randi-lovee  asked:

Also what is Fuyuhiko and Peko doing for Valentine's day today?

I’m cooking something. *cooks while avoiding the mess made by the others*


I’m not doing anything. Besides in Japan, guys aren’t supposed to do anything for Valentine’s day, you know? I guess that doesn’t really apply for a couple composed of two persons of the same gender though.

Preference #1: How Could You?!?/How Can You?!?

 Hey guys! Now I know that on the list I have it as “How could you?!?” But I decided to add on to it a little, so this preference is now called: “How could you/How can you.” Okay? Also, because I’m such a huge fan of Demi Lovato and all the girls in Fifth Harmony; I decided to make all of these cute little Preferences! Let’s begin, shall we?

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Camila Cabello:

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“How could you not tell me that we were supposed to be matching today?!?” The question came out angry, yet you could tell that your wife of seven years-and mother of your child for six-was just kidding.

With the new album about to come out, you were trying to squeeze in enough family time as possible before your wife had to leave for tour. That meant having picnics in the park, going swimming at the beach, and having fun filled days at the mall. Today you three were at the pier for a fair.

It was a beautiful day and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky. You had planned to wear something matching with your daughter today, but the text you had sent Camila seemed to not send, which is why Camila met up with you guys from her time at the studio dressed in something completely different then what you two were wearing.

The joke seemed to go over your six year old daughter’s head as she looked down at her feet, a look of shame taking over her adorable features. “Sorry mommy…” Your little girl whispered as she looked up at Camila with those big brown eyes of hers.

You could see Camila melt under her daughters stare before she pulled her in for a hug. “How could I ever be mad at you?!?” She asked your daughter and you smiled brightly as your child giggled in happiness.

As she put her down, you made your way over to them. “You on the other hand are a different story altogether.” Camila muttered as she shot you a playful glare. You began to laugh and decided to try and pull the same thing your daughter had.

Looking down at your feet with a pout, you finally looked at her. “Sorry mommy…” You whispered in the same timid voice your daughter had used and Camila smirked a sly smirk.

“Mmm… Mommy huh?” Camila asked in a slightly husky voice before leaning in close to your ear to whisper: “I wanna hear you screaming that later tonight.” Before walking off hand in hand with your daughter like nothing, leaving you breathless and excited for tonight.

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Ally Brooke:

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“How can you do it?” Her voice comes out raspy from the fight that had gone down not even three hours ago. Three hours of laying on your side of the bed crying. How did the fight start? You couldn’t-for the life of you-remember… But you do remember the yelling and cursing and hateful things thrown back and forth.

“How can I do what?” You asked.

“How can you go a whole week with being mad at me?” She asked with her eyes still closed as she pulled you tighter into her warm chest.

“I mean,” She pauses to take a deep breath before continuing. “I gave in after an hour. I hate when you’re mad at me baby girl… It sucks like hell.”

Looking up from your spot from her chest, you bat your still wet eyelashes before leaning up to kiss her. Her arms wrap tighter around your waist and you begin to move so you’re straddling her hips now.

“God Y/N… I love you so much… I’m so sorry-” You cut Ally off.

“Shh… No more words… Just take me.” You beg softly as you rub your nose against hers.

“Of course Y/N… Anything to make you happy.” She whispered before flipping you guys over gently so she was now on top. You looked up at her and returned a soft smile before leaning up to kiss her.

Her hands begin to make their way up your shirt and you pulled back to shiver. “Cold?” Ally asked and you nodded, silently watching as she took her hands out from under your shirt to rub them together.

She put them back under your shirt on your stomach and watched your face closely to see if you’d shiver again. When you didn’t, she moved them up and cupped your chest softly. You leaned your head back into the pillow and let out a long sigh, relaxing yourself a little.

As she leaned down to kiss your neck, you moved close to her ear. “Make love to me baby… Please. Make me feel better.”

“Always.” Ally said as she pulled away, moving up to take off your shirt before doing the same with hers and throwing both on the floor. “I’m gonna make it up to you baby… All night long.” She promised before leaning in again.

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Dinah-Jane Hansen:

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“How could you not think that you’re pretty?” She asks as the two of you walk through the park during her lunch break. You guys have 9 minutes left before she has to go back to the studio and decided to take a short cut through the park as a way to spend more time together.

“DJ… I wanna drop this.” You state. The last thing you wanna do is get back to the studio with a red face because she wouldn’t stop calling you pretty.

“Why?” She asks as if not knowing what her words are doing to you. “You look so beautiful when you wear my things babe.” She states as if it’s a fact of nature.

You playfully roll your eyes as you guys make it in front of the building, paparazzi are everywhere, so you guys go in through the back. You’ve gotten use to this lifestyle already… In the beginning it would scare you so much that you wondered if Dinah was even worth it..

But she was… And she always will be.

You press the number ‘5’ and lean against the elevator wall. Your phone beeps in your pocket and you pull it out, tilting your head down to read the text from your friend asking if you could come out for 'girls night’. Just as you open your mouth to ask Dinah if it’s okay, the elevator stops completely.

You look up in a panic and see that Dinah stopped the elevator on the '3rd’ floor.

“Why’d you do that?!?” You asked in shock and watched as she made her way to you.

“You don’t just look 'pretty’ when you wear one of my hats.” She stops speaking to move her hand down to your butt and grab it tightly causing you to drop your phone out of surprise. “You also look so fucking sexy baby.”

“Not now DJ… You gotta get back for recording.” You say but she shakes her head.

“Not until I fuck you against the wall of this elevator.” She states as her hand goes down to grab you under your skirt. You gasp at her roughness.

“W-What about the camera?” You ask.

“No one ever checks that thing. Now come on baby… Let me show you how turned on you’ve got me just by wearing my hat.” She says and you bite your bottom lip, thinking really hard about it. Soon, you can’t help yourself and begin to wrap your arms around her until she stops you, grabbing your wrists and holding your arms above your head. She kisses you intensely as she moves her hands around so now one hand is holding both of your wrists while the other is gripping your chest tightly.

She starts leaving marks on your neck as her hand leaves your chest and slides down to grab you through your underwear again.

“D-Dinah…” You moan as she begins to slide two fingers into your soaking center. She lets go of your wrists so she can grab behind your right knee and wrap it around her waist, her fingers moving faster. You throw your head against the elevator wall as she finger fucks you harder.

“Oh god! Dinah!” You moan.

“Mmm… Louder baby… I want everyone on this floor to know what we’re doing in here. Want everyone to know who’s fucking you this good.” She growled out as her fingers moved harder and you knew you needed to fulfil that wish of hers.

“DINAH!” You scream as you cum hard around her fingers.

“Now,” Dinah whispers lowly as she leans in to kiss your quivering lips. “Repeat after me, yeah?” You nod.

(Bold is Dinah.)

“I am”

“I am”

“So pretty”

“S-So pretty”

“And fucking sexy”

“Dinah-” She sent you a look. “And fucking sexy”

“When I wear my girlfriend’s hat.”

“When I wear my girlfriend’s hat…”

“Good.” Dinah says before licking her fingers clean and using her free hand to press the same button that had stopped the elevator to start it up again.

“And I promise…” Dinah gives you a look to let you know that you still need to repeat what she says.

“And I promise…”

“That I will wear the hat and nothing else later tonight for Dinah.”

“That I will wear the hat and nothing else later-wait a minute!”

Beep.

“Too late, you already agreed.” Dinah snickered before walking out of the elevator.

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Lauren Jauregui:

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“How can you not believe in love?”

Her voice comes out in a whisper. Darkness has already consumed the bedroom, yet she seems more up then she was before. This isn’t the way you wanted to tell her… But it was bound to happen one day. You just didn’t think it’d be the night of your first sleepover together.

“I-I just don’t.” You mumbled, hoping that that would be enough. But not for her.

“You can’t just say something like that without having a reason.” Lauren stated and you rolled your eyes.

“Let’s talk about this in the morning, yeah?” You asked, shutting your eyes fast enough so she would think you went fast to sleep, but when the bedside lamp shined it’s dim light, you knew there would be no sleeping tonight.

“No. We’ll talk about this right now. Tell me why.” Lauren said and you sighed as you sat up against the headboard.

“Just… Ya know.. A few things that happened in the past that made me think differently about the word love.” You said, wanting to keep it like that. But to no avail.

“Like your parents…” Lauren trailed off as if finally understanding where you were coming from.

“Y/N…” Lauren whispered as she grabbed your chin so you could look at her. “I am nothing like your dad… I would never ever leave you for someone else. Ever.” She promised and you just nodded, looking away from her when tears began to build up in your eyes.

“I-I want to believe you… But-” She cut you off.

“No buts!” Lauren said. “If you don’t wanna believe in love… Then please at least believe in us. Please baby… That’s all I’m asking for… For you to believe in what we have.”

 "… O-Okay…“ You finally whispered after a moment of just staring into those bright green eyes of hers.

"And even though you can’t say it doesn’t mean I’m taking mine back. I love you Y/N Y/L/N… So much.” She whispered before leaning in to kiss your forehead. You smiled at how understanding and amazing she was.

She didn’t push you or made you feel as though you had to say it back like your old girlfriends… No, she was gonna take her time. Which was great to hear… Cause so were you.

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Normani Hamilton:

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“How could you not see this coming?” She asked as you jumped off of the monkey bars. Your best friend since the freaking 2nd grade just kissed you and the first thing that comes out of her mouth was that?!?

“I mean,” She mumbled. “I made it as oblivious as I could." 

You couldn’t shake the feeling of shock as you slowly made your way towards a bench to sit down. A nice day in the park has now turned to this, to you looking back on your entire friendship with Normani and wondering how only now is when you’re noticing all of the hints she had dropped here and there.

"I know you’ve never been interested in girls… But then again, you’ve never stated that you were straight.” Normani said with a small sigh at the end of her sentence.

“Normani… This could ruin our friendsh-” She cut you off by getting up from the bench in a huff of anger.

“You don’t think I know that! You don’t think I know that if I mess up I’m not only losing a girlfriend but also a best friend? Cause I know Y/N! And it use to eat me up at night… But I’m done thinking about that Y/N… I-I just want to do what feels right.. And kissing you? That is right.” She whispered the last part of her rant and your heart began to melt at what you were hearing.

You never knew that this was something always on her mind… But the truth of the matter was: You always knew how you felt about her. But the fear of either scaring her off or messing up the relationship in anyway kept you from going after her.

“B-But what if we break up?” You asked, looking up at her as she seemed to lose some of the tension in her shoulders before sitting down next to you and grabbing your hand in hers, pulling it over to her lap.

“But what if we don’t?” She shot back and you pressed your lips into a thin line. The “what if’s” seemed to go on and on…

… But Normani was right…

What if everything went right in the relationship? What if they made each other so happy that they actually got married and adopted? What if they grew old together-something they said they’d do at the age of 8-happy and more in love each year? You wanted that more then anything…

“Normani?” You asked.

“Yeah.” She whispered.

“Kiss me again.” You whispered and smiled softly as she began to lean in for yet another passionate kiss.

“Today we are here for the union of my most beloved and only son, Matt, and the man who stole his heart, Marshall…But all of you already knew that.”


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Soooo the logging (selective cutting only) at the sanctuary is getting intense. And the guys doing it are assholes. Middle photo is from where they left an ENTIRE TREE across the track for 5 days, so one of our on volunteers had to go out with a chainsaw and clear it so we could get through. Today I couldn’t even get that far in the Gator because of the bottom photo. I walked in from that point to one of the sites where I scared the crap out of some cats in shelters, they’re so used to hearing me drive in.

 These guys are supposed to be coordinating closely with us, yet every time I go I have to wonder where the hell they are and if they’ll even hear/see me. Also I’ve seen some smashed shelters :/ (it just occurred to me that I should have checked them, but based on location I doubt they were occupied, especially with cutting right there. Will check next week.) 

 I think what we’re doing is important but there’s a huge lack of clarity on the use of the land and I’m pretty annoyed. Official sources and signage contradict each other and there is no communication between the loggers and us volunteers, even at the highest level. At least the more friendly visible cats don’t seem to be too bothered, and other cats are popping up in new spots according to the logbook. And Greyson is safe in that nice lady’s garage for now.

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PERIOD SUPPLIES - BTS VERSION // you run out of tampons/pads & ask him to go get more for you //

hey guys! so sorry I didn’t post a second edit yesterday like I was planning to.. I was supposed to go strawberry picking with my best friend but the berries weren’t ripe enough so we went to the mall, then dinner & then she slept over, all unplanned so I didn’t get a chance to make more edits. hopefully I can get in a few more after I’m done with homework today though! also, it was so much fun hanging out yesterday because I was talking to her about Kpop & she’s one of my only friends that listens to me & now she’s getting into it too & starting to listen to EXO & I’m so happy. lastly, again, thank you for 219 followers! that’s crazy!

Man, today has not been a good day for focus. I suppose there’s nothing wrong with a break, but it feels more like I just can’t get anything done.

Yesterday I finished a rough draft of a new novella, and so maybe I should just be celebrating. I also had a great talk/coffee with a super smart guy who runs a new self-pub company and that enjoyable and enlightening.

But today, I can’t seem to get into anything, including the oyster novel or a second draft of the new hotwife/stepdaughter thing I just finished. Also, if I tried to edit it today I’d probably just get turned on and end up getting distracted. If you know what I mean, AITYD. 

So it goes…

anonymous asked:

Are you doing anything special for TWD premiere this Sunday? Also, is Sunday a dumpday? Thanks! Bum touches!

It’s supposed to be suit day but we can change it something more WD also the door will be open for live chatting and comments about the episode. The door stays open for episode discussions for a few days. Soooo let me know what you guys are feeling.. also I needed me a good bum touch today thanks anon

So, I’m lonely and single and maybe it’s because I don’t know how relationships work, but my things against Valentines Day isn’t so much that it’s commercialized, it’s that it feels like you’re supposed to wait until that night to do something romantic.

Like, I always imagine being in a relationship where we do that sorta stuff all year.  Just randomly bring a gift home for each other.  Go out on nice dates every now and then.

We’re together every day of the year, so why wait to treat each other?

Good Morning!

Chapter One of Storge begins today! To keep posting consistent, I am also limiting the updates to once a week, every Wednesday. It’s slower progress than the Prologue was, but school is starting for me again soon and the shadows of other projects are looming over. Thanks to you guys who have been liking and reblogging! 

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Also as a side note, because this project is more or less supposed to be a learning experience for me, I’m making an effort to try different looks/styles once in a while. This chapter is about to look different, but it’s still my stuff! Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

(mod cherrio) happy bday!!! also could i ask for a scenario where osomatsu and his s/o hang out babysitting s/o's baby sibling but they get mistaken for the kid's parents? like some passerby is like "you guys are such a cute family!!" or something??

thank you anon!!! your ask is so adorable what hte hCKKK but that image of spongebob and patrick being wife and husband with that clam keeps popping up in my head whenever i read it?? help???

ALSO!! welcome mod foxy!! she’s such talented writer and im so happy to be writing with her from now on!! ;u;

 (mod cherrio will be working on this! :3c )

Osomatsu scowled in irritation as he watched you walk down the street with your three year old sibling. Today was supposed to be his date with you, not some babysitting job! He’s not even getting paid this, so it’s not even a job it’s volunteer work- which Osomatsu isn’t very fond of doing. He humphed quite loudly when the kid started swing your hand they were holding. He was supposed to be holding your hand. 

What? He isn’t jealous. Especially not of a three year old. Not one bit, no siree, the jealousy bar is lower than a zero-

“Osomatsu! Help me with this.”, you snap him out of his thoughts. Osomatsu perks up, finally you’re paying attention to him! He runs over to where you and your sibling are standing. The kid looks up at him with an innocent beam and points up to a cherry blossom tree. Osomatsu raises his eyebrow at them, what in the hell did they want? 

“They want you to help them pick some of the flowers.”, you say as you rub your sibling’s hair. They giggle and swat your hand away, only to run over to Osomatsu and tug on the bottom of his sweater. They pointed at the flowers again with their childishly bright aura surrounding them.

“Er, sure!” Osomatsu said a bit taken back, but lifted them up on his shoulders. “All right kid, take what you want and get off.” 

“Osomatsu!”, you scold him, despite being an eldest brother he had no idea how to treat people younger than him. Your sibling seemed to not mind this and take their time to pick out the cherry blossoms. You commented on the ones that they showed you (”Oh yeah, that one’s pretty!”) and Osomatsu just mumbled under his breath about how they all looked the same. A few stray petals landed on his head and you brushed them off softly, and his mood perks up like a dog getting pet. 

Finally, some attention! 

“My, what an adorable family. Excuse me, how old is your child?”, an old lady asks you two from behind. You feel warmth rising up to your cheeks while Osomatsu freezes up when he looks at the old woman. 

You were the first to answer, “A-ahaha! Sorry miss, we’re not married and-and this is my sibling!”. The old lady lets out a theatrical gasp and apologises sincerely, but adds that you look like you two would be a great family one day and insisted that you two should make lots of grandchi- ah, she meant children. She leaves while giggling like a schoolgirl and you two very confused and flustered. You thought you saw her smack Osomatsu on the back as well, but it might just be your imagination. 

Osomatsu felt a tap on his head, your sibling wanted to go down. He lifted them to the ground and stared at him for more than he would usually have. What would his child look like with you? What would their name be? Osomatsu shook his head, he’s not that responsible or motivated enough to even take care of a fish! Not to mention he still acts like a kid himself, and is proud of it. 

But…just maybe, if he could have a kid with you-

“Osomatsu!”, you call out to him. He’s been staring at the cherry blossom tree for the past minute in silence. Your sibling was getting impatient and tugged on your arm, they wanted to go to the park! You try to assure them that you three would, and said to be patient just a little while longer. Osomatsu jogs up to you two and rubs under his nose sheepishly.

“Sorry! Let’s go to um, wherever we’re going.”, he grins. You chuckle and start walking, hand in hand with your sibling. You ask what Osomatsu was thinking about at the tree for so long.

“Oh you know, porn and stuff.”, he answers with a sly grin.

You smack him hard on the head and hope to god that your sibling didn’t hear that.”

“_____, what’s porn?”

Goddammit.


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