am i weirder than i thought i was

anonymous asked:

Boyf riends and 33?

Here ya go Anon!!

After the Squip incident Michael and Jeremy were inseparable. After Jeremy’s and Christine’s break up, Michael and Jeremy were still inseparable. Michael had liked Jeremy for as long as he could remember and now he was going to finally ask him out on a date.

“Hey Jer, my buddy, what’s up?”

Michael found Jeremy carrying his lunch tray outside, they talked and walked. “Nothing much. You?” Jeremy looked Michael straight in the eyes as he spoke, something he never did until the Squip came. His eyes were the most beautiful thing in the world to Michael, that and the smile that graced his lips when he talked about video games or when he just talked in general. Michael couldn’t take it, his face grew darker than normal.

“Nothing, nothing at all, nope. Why would you think something is up? I am talking to you so I guess that would be up.” Michael tried to hide his face in his jacket but he didn’t want to look weirder than normal.

“Michael are you ok? You seem, I don’t know, kinda off.” Jeremy worriedly asked as he sat on the patio.

“I’m fine. Just thinking about things is all” Michael

“What kind of things?”

Michael cringed “shit, I don’t know Jeremy. Do you want to, maybe, go out with me?” Michael put all his thoughts on a tree in the distance not wanting to look at his friends face.

“Of course” Jeremy stood up placing a hand a Michael’s shoulder.

“What? Really?” Michael’s face beamed. Was this really happening, was he going to go on a date with his all time crush/best friend.

“Really, really” Jeremy smiled

Michael pulled Jeremy into an embrace and whispered into his ear. “This has been my dream for forever” “Me too.” When they pulled away he saw Jeremy eying something in the distance. “What? What is it?” Michael asked wanting to kill whatever ruined their moment. “Did that person just take a picture of us?” Michael looked over to the spot Jeremy was talking about only to see Jenna Roland with a camera aimed at them with Rich, Jake, Brooke, and Chloe behind a tree beside her. “Fucking finally, i’ve been waiting for them to get together foreverrrr! Rich yelled They seemed to noticed that the two were looking at them because Michael heard a faint word that sounded like “scatter” and they ran off as fast as they could.

“I am going to strangle them” Michael huffed

“How about after our date?” Jeremy smirked putting an arm around Michael.

“Yeah yeah, Jerbear” Michael complied kissing Jeremy’s forehead.

“I will pay them for those pictures though”

anonymous asked:

This may sound like a weird question, but if Yellow Diamond and Steven do interact, how do you think it would go? And a weirder question. how do you think a Yellow Diamond and Connie interaction would go; for some reason, I don't know why I am interested in the latter, but I am, you know?

I’ll focus for now on YD and Steven, mostly because I feel like the main avenue YD would acknowledge Connie and seriously pay attention to her at this point in the game is either through Steven or through the other Crystal Gems- most directly, through Rose because Connie is literally taking up Rose’s sword- and I think Connie would deserve better than that. Also because my thoughts on Steven and YD interacting ran long. 

I feel like if YD goes into the interaction knowing about Steven’s gem, and knowing he’s either Rose’s son, or, under the assumption he is Rose- she’s going to be deeply conflicted.

On the one hand: this is everything she’s been trying her absolute hardest to not think about. Everything uncomfortable about Earth, about the war, about loss, really comes right back to Rose. 

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Kiss Like You Mean It

Characters: Jensen Ackles, Karina (named reader - yep mine name sssshh), Logan (OMC), Jared Padalecki

Pairing: Jensen x Named!Reader (Karina/Kari)

Warnings: Bad date, horrible kiss, surprise kiss, insecurities, nothing much. Mostly just fluff.   

Wordcount: 1300ish

A/N: This is written for @iwantthedean’s YouAu Challenge. It was a little weird using my own name. A lot weirder than I thought I would find it so I tried getting around saying it too much.

It can be read as one of my reader inserts since I wrote it in the same way. Just ignore my name and think your own lol. Also this has a little of me in it, but is not completely me. It is also just a story and not some take on events that had happened in anyway…. Sadly ;)

I am danish but for the sake of this the reader or me or whatever is Canadian.

This was a challenge Nicole. Thanks for letting me try it.

Thanks to the amazing @bringmesomepie56 for sending me a screencap that conjured this idea and for betaing this mess for me.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

“What are you moping about?” Jensen let himself fall down on the couch beside me, instantly stealing my blanket and pulling my spoon out of my bowl of ice cream and sticking it in his mouth.

“Hey!” I protested, only half angry. We had been roommates for almost a year now, and I was getting used to his shenanigans.

“What?” A shit-eating grin appeared on his face, “Sharing is caring, sweetheart.”

I gave him the hardest glare I could muster as I grabbed my spoon back from his hand and pulled the blanket so it was covering us both. “Well stealing is rude, Ackles!”

Jensen chuckled and held his hands up in defense, “Sorry. I was just trying to cheer you up. What is so bad that you are eating icecream and watching chick flicks at noon on New Year’s day anyway?”

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i never thought people can get weirder antic than this

can i express how i am getting on the wild side of this world for a moment? i mean–

1. this looks okay until i saw the whole page

is this for kemomimi for children with handsome animal? hmm nope

okai a handsome horse… wait what?

*in handsome senpai voice* “do you… want a carrot?”

girl: …..you’re handsome boi but i’m not a vegan nor horse

what kind of carrot do you mean really? im not sure…


2. even in your wildest fantasy do you ever think you will get kabedon by a horse while he propose you as his owner?

*bad boi horse dents the wall*

girl: “o m g  i’m getting kabedon by a horse kyaaah~!”

NO I THINK YOU NEVER THOUGHT ABouT THAT


3. your horse is the smartest animal that ever known, you never know if your animal can talk in human language and play a band set right?

girl: “mai kokoro is beating so fast im in love with my horse boi he is so hot im getting on his saddle hump hump kiddie yap ahh~!”

they made clear exclamation about the game: 

weird wonder of a human-faced horse 


So please guys tell me why I’m on the weird side of the internet ever again?

anonymous asked:

My friend imjustanawkwardgoth is having a hard time and I know for a fact you're their favorite blogger. I was wondering if you could do something sweet for them. I just want them to feel a little better and thought asking you wouldn't hurt ^~^

@imjustanawkwardgoth, this one is for you! I hope it makes your day a little better, but if it doesn’t, know that I am sending you a thousand Sterek hugs and snuggles and wishing all the good things <3 I wrote this quickly, because bad days require instant fluff, but I hope you like it all the same!

Stiles stares.

He’s had to deal with a lot of weird shit in his time, but he’s pretty sure- no, scratch that, he’s absolutely sure- it’s never going to get weirder than…this.

Because Derek- Derek- sourwolf-extraordinary eyebrows- threw Stiles aboard the bisexual train- do not give me sass- Hale is currently huddled up, crying in his arms, wiping his nose on Stiles’ favourite t-shirt, because he lost the bunny plushie Scott bought him this morning.

He’s also four.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” Stiles tries to soothe him, hoping Derek won’t remember he just called him sweetheart after all this is over, picking him up from the sofa and rubbing a gentle hand up and down his back. It quietens him a little, stopping the hiccups at least, and Stiles takes a moment to breathe.

Lydia is doing her best to figure out how to reverse whatever curse Derek was hit with, and while Stiles has complete faith her, he can’t help but wish he could help- two heads are better than one and all that - but every time he tries to leave the room, Derek immediately latches onto him and gives him such a betrayed look that Stiles has had no option but to stay with him.

They’ve already exhausted five Disney movies, a werewolf friendly retelling of Little Red Riding Hood Stiles found online and exactly eight games of hide and seek (during which time the only person Derek tried to find was Stiles. Probably for the best though, given Scott and Allison spent every single round hiding together doing things no four year old should have to see.)  

Stiles is pretty sure if Lydia doesn’t find a solution by tonight he’s going to have to take Derek to bed with him it’s gotten so bad (and while baby Derek is adorable and would probably be all kinds of cute in Stiles’ old batman pyjamas, it isn’t really how Stiles imagined sleeping in the same bed as him for the first time would go).

Not that he ever really expected to sleep in the same bed as Derek anyway. But still, Stiles would rather not have the whole thing rubbed in his face, thank you very much.  

“Stiles?” Derek whispers, looking up at him with those ridiculous multi-coloured eyes of his. Even as a baby Derek just wasn’t fair, Stiles thinks. He bets he got all the playdates.  

“Yeah, Der?” he replies, making sure not to say Derek. It’s not that Derek doesn’t respond to his own name, he just seems to be happier when Stiles calls him ‘Der’. Scott told him this morning Derek smells like Christmas- whatever that means in the world of Scott- when he says it, although why it should be the case for Stiles and no-one else in the pack, he isn’t sure.

As if to prove a point, Derek grins at the nickname, the promise of bunny teeth already showing a little, before seeming to remember he has something to say, frowning, biting his lip in concentration. Stiles tries not to laugh at the sight, wishing he had his phone to take a picture.

Which again, weird.

“You’re gonna be mad at me,” Derek says, nervously.

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I notice that there are still people who don't believe this is actually me running this blog ...

Hi! I’m Bex Taylor-Klaus. I’m a Leo, I’m not totally sure what that means, but I’m sure it’s Astrology for “awesome.”

Seriously though. This is Bex. I act a little. You might know me from things. Or you might not. I don’t know your brain. You might just follow me cause you saw the dog in my picture and thought that was me. If that’s what happened, I’m so sorry. This must have been a sad realization … Go find the puppy. You need it.

I know internet trolls and fake accounts exist all over the place, but this is not one of them. Although you should be warned – it probably gets weirder here than it would if this were a fake!

So the point is I’m real. And to the lovely followers who put up with me, I love you all. Seriously. You guys are the sweetest and I really am grateful to every one of you!

To the non-believers who unfollowed me, you’re never gonna see this so there is zero point to me continuing to type. Right. Awesome.

It is currently 3am and I have to go shoot a television show in a few hours. I feel like this whole post went off the tracks a while back … Hope you enjoyed -_-

Love,
Bex T-K
Supreme Ruler of Bexico, Batman’s number one competitor, and total freaking nutball.

Adrien Agreste and the Cardboard Box

There’s an empty cardboard box sitting in the corner of the classroom and it’s making Adrien very anxious.

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir/Cardboard Box

Read the rest of the story (and more Adrien being a cat antics) here!


He couldn’t stop looking at it. The way it was just sitting, pushed off to the side of his peripherals. He’d turn to look at it, but every time he’d get it directly in his sights, Nino would jolt him back into the conversation. They were talking about lunch or something—where they should go. He didn’t know.

And, actually, he really didn’t care.

It belonged to Juleka. She’d used it to bring in all her props for the presentation she’d given earlier that morning. Her posters were still taped to the board, which meant it was empty.

Boxes, especially big, cardboard boxes, were not meant to stay empty.

It was logical to assume she’d probably put all her stuff back in the box before taking it home. But, as it were, she was in the back of the room chatting, just as they all were, which meant the box was being forlornly ignored. He was uncomfortable with it. Someone needed to fill that box. All that space, bordered by tall sides. It was meant to hold things. There should be something in there.

Boxes should not be empty!

“What about Marinette’s parent’s bakery? Adrien?”

He snapped his head around to Nino. “Hm? What?”

“We were thinking about going to Marinette’s for lunch. That sound good to you?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah, whatever.” Waving off the conversation, he looked back at the box. It was starting to make him anxious.

“Okay…” Nino muttered, looking between Alya and Marinette with a questioning brow. Adrien didn’t notice. His eyes had narrowed—he was glaring at the box. If someone didn’t pack it up soon, he was going to have to do it himself. It was unacceptable, leaving a box just lying around. Doing nothing. Being empty. It went against everything inherent in why a box existed in the first place. They were made to hold things, so that was what it should be doing.

It was damn near wasteful.

He couldn’t take it anymore. Something had to be done.

Pushing himself from his seat, he didn’t bother with an explanation—clearly, everyone else should be agreeing with him. With a critical eye, he went right up to the box and stared down into it. Completely and totally empty. Good sized. Looked pretty sturdy, like it wasn’t over-used. Very good. It was a respectable box. It reached him at about knee height and looked just big enough for someone to stand in.

The posters wouldn’t fill it up, not technically. Which was inefficient. A box should be used to its fullest potential.

He should get in it. That would fill it up.

He’d later blame the impulse on Plagg, but in that moment, such wasn’t even crossing his mind. Instead, he easily lifted his leg and climbed inside—first one foot and then another. As soon as he was in, he took a short, satisfied breath, and turned some, if only to get a better feel for it. He kind of wished it was taller, because then he could slink down and hide. But it’d do.

Maybe he should sit down.

Finger tapping his chin thoughtfully, he was just about to configure how best it would be to settle himself lower—he’d certainly fill the space better if he sat down—when he noticed that everyone in the room was staring at him. He blinked, looking up. Alya and Nino were both gaping, silent, as they watched, and even Marinette was managing to stare at him without blushing.

Even Chloe was silent, and that was pretty incredible.

It was then that he realized he probably shouldn’t go around standing in other people’s boxes. Or any boxes, for that matter. Because normal people didn’t go around standing in boxes. Granted, he wasn’t exactly normal, but no one else knew that.

And maybe he would have jumped right out were it not for the irrational apprehension keeping him in place. Because he liked the box—it was closed and clean and comfortable—and he didn’t want to get out of it. He just wanted to sit down, curl up, and watch the room with his eyes just above the lip. Like a spy.

But everyone was still staring at him, and he was still staring at them, and he was pretty sure that eventually someone was going to have to say or do something. And, odds were, if it wasn’t him, he’d have to somehow answer for his actions.

It was just a box. Why were they being so weird about it? Maybe Juleka would give it to him if he paid her for it. Then he could put it in the middle of his bedroom and sit in it without anyone there to watch him.

Maybe he should just find his own box.

That was probably the better idea. He didn’t want to leave this box—it was very comfortable and would no doubt remain empty for some time after he vacated it. Which was, again, a waste. But it wasn’t his box and maybe it was a little strange that he’d taken such a liking to it.

Yeah, he should probably get out.

Despite how he wanted to stay, he slowly lifted his feet and stepped out. Everyone watched him as he did, but he pretended to ignore them. Because it was only once he was out of the comfort of the box that he realized how strange this must really look.

Thus, without a word or a look at anyone, he walked slowly toward the door. Too fast and they’d see he was nervous. He stayed easy and casual, like there was nothing amiss. It was quiet behind him, but he didn’t acknowledge it. Rather, he strolled right out the door and turned down the hallway, only letting the deep red flush drown his face once he was safely sprinting to the bathroom.

He could hear Plagg laughing inside his bag, which only mortified him further.

Later than evening, as he was trailing Ladybug into a warehouse where there was evidence of an akuma attack, Chat spotted probably the sturdiest, emptiest, most perfect box he’d ever seen. It was a wooden crate, actually, but, really, there was no big difference to him.

With a manic smile and no second thoughts, he sprinted, jumped, and landed square in the middle of it. Sinking down until only his narrowed eyes, hair, and ears were above the edge, he watched as Ladybug turned to him, eyebrows furrowed.

He grinned wider, though she couldn’t see it.

Because she wasn’t giving him any weird looks—not any weirder than usual, anyway. Instead, she just pursed her lips and rolled her eyes before continuing on with her investigation.

Yes, this was definitely the most comfortable box he’d found yet.


My first contribution to the ML fandom–I am not ashamed. 

I came up with this idea earlier and I can’t draw, so I couldn’t do that. But I can write! So I hope you all enjoyed Adrien and his box, lol. 

Time To Realize (7) The End

Countdown to Halloween Collab with @deanwinchester-af and @waywardlullabies : DAY 7 (LAST)

AO3 link here!

Series Title: Time To Realize

Time To Realize Masterlist here!

Prompt: Monsters and Colorful Leaves

Summary: You’re working with the boys on a case, as always, but they tell you to take a few days off, as one of your favourite holidays is coming: Halloween. It wouldn’t be a weird request, but they send Cas to watch over you while you’re taking a break, the same angel that you have a crush on since you saw him for the first time, implying to him that you would like to get to know him better. What’s going to happen during those few days? Will you reveal your feelings for him? And, most importantly, will you find out what are his feelings for you?

Word Count: 2678

Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, 

Pairing: Cas x Reader

Warnings/Tags: fluff, Dean being Dean, inappropriate jokes, talking of murdering, kissing, a brief mention of rape (just one sentence), lots of sass

Beta: @roxy-davenport (Roxy, you’re seriously the best!)

A/N: My first Cas series came to an end! :c I’m sorry you had to wait one day longer, but I didn’t want to give you the last one with typos and other awful things. Consider this my way of prolonging Halloween, okay? Hope you’ll enjoy and let me know what you think, please!

It was a great experience and I’m sure I’ll write more of Cas from now on ;)

Also, make sure to check out @deanwinchester-af and @waywardlullabies for their Countdown to Halloween Series :) We’ve been working really hard on this, guys.

If you want to be tagged/untagged in everything or only some stuff, simply let me know or add yourself to this tag sheet! (Tags at the bottom of the post.) Feedback very welcome and highly appreciated.

The place was crowded which made it easier to blend in without any effort, but it would be harder to get out of there after committing the crime.

You pretended to be interested in the exhibits, whispering about the artwork to Cas and just trying not to stand out. Really you were checking the surroundings; eyeing the security and trying to locate all the emergency exits in case things went south.

Much to your relief, you only counted four security guards. You and Cas could take of four guards if you had to.

As you finished the reconnaissance, you and your angel started moving toward the room that the amethyst would be presented in. Once you got there, you poured all the candy bars and other sweets that you had with you in a bag to a big basket, the mechanism making the dark-colored sheets covering the crystal move away. One glance at Cas let you know that he was ready to do what he was supposed to and you nodded, giving him the green light.

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anonymous asked:

What exactly is gishwishes and how are you finding the experience?

GISHWHES is the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen

Running between August 2nd-9th every year, GISHWHES is a competition created and run by Misha Collins (Castiel of SUPERNATURAL).

You pay a small registration fee (of varying tiers depending on what kind of registration you want… because the higher paying ones also come with gifts), which goes mostly to charity, and also a small portion to funding the Grand Prize.

You can join as an individual, form a team/partial team (of up to 15 people) or JOIN a team (of up to 15 people). Individuals will be placed on teams, and partial teams combined, when the registration period ends (about a week before the comp starts).

All teams have 15 members, who can be in the same area… or international… my team had the vast majority in different areas/states of Australia, and a few American members. It worked really well, actually…

On exactly midnight of August 2nd (american time, so for us aussies it was like 4am in the freaking morning) they release THE LIST.

The list of items to be scavenged.

Each item can be either a video (that can be up to 15.87 seconds in length, which makes things difficult *cough*like when I made a stop-motion movie or tried to show off a pop-up book*cough*) or an Image. 
These must be uploaded to Imgur and Youtube (usually you make a team account) and then the Direct links can be submitted to the GISHWHES site List.

It sounds a lot weirder when I put it that way, but trust me… it totally makes sense when you see it. Each item on the list has a submit thing, but it needs a specific kind of link to work… that’s all.

ITEMS… well…they can be anywhere from ‘small nice thing’ to 'what the actual fuck how am I gonna do that?!’… 

Each item has a Gishpoint value. Some higher than others, some less than others but still important…

If you work together, your team can do really well, ours did HEAPS… *I* did heaps. More than I thought I could.

The best thing about GISHWHES, is that it pushes down any walls you originally had, any 'I can’t do that’s residing in your mind. You just DO, you TRY, and you find… You CAN.

Did I think I could make a pop-up book at the beginning of this? NO.
Did I make a pop-up book? Yes.
Did I think I could draw Misha Collins or the Queen in a sci-fi poster prior to Gishwhes? No.
Did I? Technically… I’ve never drawn a male face so well before though.

Did I ever believe, in my wildest dreams, I could go from 'staging a photo’ to 'realising it was actually supposed to be a video submission’ and immediately making a stop-motion film thing for the first time in my life using a thousand photos…  

It pushes what you think you CAN do… it teaches you to just DO, not to question your ability. 
Sure, not everything is going to turn out brilliant… but most of the time, if you persevere… then it will go right.

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Here’s a link to the list of things I personally completed this year for GISHWHES 2014… which was 17 items in total (not bad considering half of them I didn’t think I could do to start with), but because one item contains images of all my teammates, I omitted the link to that one.

I think we managed somewhere between 55 and 75 items (of the like nearly 200) in ONE WEEK, with half of us nowhere even vaguely close by. 

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I enjoyed it, so fucking much… there is nothing I would rather do for the rest of forever… 

If you can do it. DO IT… it will be the best, and craziest fucked up thing… you will never, ever, ever regret doing.

ALRIGHT YES I MADE IT BEFORE THE NEW YEAR!!!! big thanks to britt for letting me steal her laptop ok let’s do this

liamasf - babeb babe babebebaeb …the bae. i’m kidding she’ll kill me anyways britt you are honestly the most important person in the world to me, i can’t believe i’m finally HERE and not fucking miles away from you. i’m the happiest i’ve ever been and thats literally all thanks to you, i’ll be forever thankful for this stupid website for introducing us. you’ve changed my life and i love you i love you i love you more than anything now hurry up and get off work :)

real life pals 

kissablelou - jenelle it finally let me tag you thank god BUT anyways we’ve literally been through hell and back with each other and i’m really glad we’re getting back into things now i’ve missed you a lot and i can’t wait until you visit so i can see my tROUT AGAIN i love youuuuu
likenovacaine - sam aka my little gay angel (i still can’t believe what is my brain) i’m so so happy i have you in my life thank you for being there for me when i felt like i had no one else, i’ll never be able to tell you how much it meant to me. i love you girl xxx
lukenialls - jenna my loVE i’m sad you’re barely on here anymore but you will be on every follow forever i ever make you were one of my first true friends i made on here and i couldn’t be more thankful you make my day so much brighter and funnier bless i love you i love you cOME BACK
howlouvely - LINA IS BACK and it makes my heart so so happy you are a lovely little ray of sunshine and never have a bad thing to say about anyone and i admire you so much for that we need to get back into talking more i have missed you lovely
stereoair - MY LITERAL ACTUAL REAL LIFE BEST FRIEND you are amazing and make me smile every day of my life you are my korean jesus i dont know where i would be without you thank you thank you thank you for always being there for me and being the best friend a girl could ask for i love you x
twomlinson - my actual little sister who never uses her blog rip she’s going to yell at me for being at the bottom of this list but oh well what are sisters for I LOVE YOU IDIOT thanks for being even weirder than i am ur my fave xxx
xrdj - lindsey lhitch you are fab little pigeon every time i get to see you it makes me smile big thanks for being awesome in every possible way ily


ALRIGHT NOW FOR THE SQUAD this is longer than i thought it would be wow i’m very lucky to have so many kickass mutuals i love each and every one of you thank you so much for making my dash a beautiful and wonderful place to be, if you’re bolded you’re a tru pal or i wish we talked more!!!!! i hope you all had an amazing 2014 and have an even better 2015, i hope it’s full of glitter and rainbows and harry styles and that all of your dreams come true xxxxx

# - d

// 1dstagraam // 5sossreject // absolutelylouis // adorkable215 // alyawhi // ashtontotheirwin // babythewayido // bands-upset-me // beautifulperfectniall // bigfxckingdeal // boyfriendpayno // boyfriendshirt // catzouis // coolkidzen // craicinstyles // curlsandvans // dammitharrehh// definitelyashton // delightlouis // dietcokeandheadphones // donechapel // drnklou // drummirirwin // drunk0nlife

e - h

// eternallysmh // fandomfalls // flamboyantish // foolsguld // gingerbreadgays // goodgod-yourehot // haroldstyules // harrestyles // hariboforharry // harryshispal // harrythehobo // harystyle // having-a-wee // hazzanchor // heartbreaklou // howdoyouwhiskit // hrrypyne // hrrysbun //

i - p

// ilytniall // imgonnafalldown // impersonalharry // infinitelarryfeels // jesusfucklucas // larrylocomotive // liamjpeg // louisasf // louisheaux // louisthings // lourific // mpreglarry // otplarrystylinson // primarilyharry // prnceharry //

r - z

// radioharry // rancidlouis // ruh-oh // saroo-hawks // shipsziall // siiickstyles // softesthands // stylinoops // stylxs // tangled-ships // thecompasstohis-ship // thehornyprepster // theykindofsharethat // timewasfrozen // uptight-girls // wearrethefoxes // wedancedallnighttt // welldamnzayn // winterwonderziall // wonderlandfanfictions // zarryandzourry // zarrysquad // zouisonweed


and non-mutuals ily all from a distance thanks for bein you

// asheerio // harrygilmore // loaded-gunn // loucafe // nsfwtomlinson // prettytruthsandlies // punchign // sstylinshaw // xylxn // zarah5 //


if i missed anyone i’m very very sorry it wasn’t on purpose and pls come kick my ass and i’ll change it!!!!

artbecoming-deactivated20160525  asked:

Scandinavia is such a weird place. I thought the term Elk was a fictional mythical creature in LOTR OMG THEY ARE REAL WE DO NOT HAVE THEM BACK HOME! I can understand why Christine could withstand 5 days of weirdo Erik because she'll be all "I've seen people weirder than you, erik"

NO OK BUT SINCE YOU BRING THIS UP

we need to talk about the fact that “Erik” was literally the name of Satan / the ruler of the underworld in Scandinavian folklore. And he played the fiddle. I mean. Gah. 

Erik: “I am Erik!”

Christine: “…”

Christine: “….”

Christine: “I’m not even surprised at this point tbh.”

Beware of Old Erik! - vintage/ish poster.