and i forgot the other name oops

What the ever loving fuck is wrong with you people?

You people  You Antis, NST, Truthers, Haters, wtfer name you want to be called or are called. You people. You know I’m talking to you @noshippingallowed @contemplatingoutlander @goldenoutlander @adhara112 @aliceinoutlanerland (oops you forgot the d in outlander. get a d.) @whylimewhyanything (put the lime in the coconut) @whoreallyknowswho (it’s whom! whom! unless you just forgot to finish your sentence) @prodigiousreblogger @bestof60 (are you 60?) @vividdreamer318 (your imagination is certainly leading you astray) @breezylouisey (is that you weezy?) @momofmusa (i thought you were mom of USA lol)  @alittlebitmasss (oops your s key got stuck)
Anyway, there are more of you and I’m sorry I didn’t give you a moment of thrill by acknowledging you by name but I mentioned the Tumblr accounts that I’ve seen making horrendously wild, hateful, fictional, hurtful accusations against other Outlander fans with no speck of proof - accusations meant to inspire others to emulate you and spread hate to those people as well. Let me get this straight. From what I can tell, you are super hopping mad about the content of certain Twitter and Instagram accounts. Fine. Totally fine. You are entitled to your opinions. I can see why those accounts might make some people mad. I mean, irrelevant to my life but maybe not yours.  You are mad that certain Twitter and Instagram accounts have been created for the sole purpose of throwing shade and mocking a certain celebrity you hold in high esteem. I get that. Fine. Be outraged! Express yourselves!!
Speaking of fine I know you will go through this post with a fine toothed comb for anything you can argue with and attack me over because god forbid you actually read the message, digest the information, thoughtfully consider the content and then share your thoughts and opinions and maybe answer some of my questions. Nope that’s not your style. Attack attack attack half-cocked and don’t put any thought or concern for reality into it. Yes you are the borg of Antis as the foil to the Shippers. I didn’t create that world, you did. You wanted to be the anti-shippers. You are gathered on Tumblr together to be this Anti-Shipper fighting army. Go forth and fight uhh I guess? WHY???? 
See, shippers are motivated by love. That’s really obvious. There are all types of shippers just as there are all types of people (and even all types of antis), but what brings them together is not just their love of Outlander (and you guys love Outlander too! Whee we have something in common) but their love of the LOVE parts of Outlander and all the LOVE associated with Outlander in promos, BTS, interviews, Q&As, social media banter between the cast and crew, etc. LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE is LOVE. So you generally don’t see shippers on social media attacking people with hatred and lies and accusations of criminal activity. Wait wait wait. Correction! YOU see shippers doing those things but no one else does. You mostly see shippers doing those things with accounts that aren’t even recognized shipper names. They are basically troll accounts that you have deduced are shipper accounts. You do have these long convoluted narratives of what certain shippers are alleged to have done and you bandy them about so frequently that your telephone game grows legs and walks it’s own marathon and becomes some weird beast-mode attack shipper who does horrible things. You say you SAW these things but you haven’t. Show me a tweet, a facebook post, an instagram post from an Outlander fan who identifies herself as a shipper and has a known persona in the fandom and is attacking, hating, committing these horrendous crimes you claim. What I mean is, SHOW ME THE MONEY! SHOW ME PROOF to back up your narrative. You have specifically named a number of Outlander fans and made outrageous claims as to their character, behavior, beliefs, actions, off-line actions and more. YOU HAVE NO PROOF BECAUSE THESE STORIES ARE FICTION.
I’ll give you an example of how your lies have grown wings, run a marathon and turned into beast-mode:
So a certain blue check account posts that a certain object of your hatred and hate-mongering did something so illegal that she would have been arrested and would still be in jail. You all headnod, mouth breath, feel righteous for having attacked her because you were soooo right, bang away at your keyboards and continue the lies and hatred and stoke the fires for uhhh fun? Yet you all know that she isn’t in jail and couldn’t have done this highly illegal thing because you watch her every move and you saw her posting pics of herself just last weekend participating in a fitness event. Hmmmm. Are you collectively dumbing each other down with your groupthink or all you all that stupid? YOU KNOW IT’S A LIE. But you’ve all convinced each other it’s ok to lie about it, malign, spread hatred and misinformation about certain fans and tarnish their reputation in the fandom because… because? because why??? Help me out here. So it’s because someone has said rude bad things to an actress you believe is Sam Heughan’s girlfriend even though he has never once said so. You BELIEVE it so it’s your reality. And the fans that you malign? You do that because they believe something else. But the weirdest thing is that you do malign them by tossing out totally unfounded and false accusations about their behavior and ascribe all kinds of unsavory activities, motives, and behaviors to these fans you have chosen to malign. You do the thing to them that you so claim to hate they are doing to the objects of your admiration. 
I’m still working on this and I still need your help. So because you BELIEVE that two actors are dating and BELIEVE that it’s wrong that internet trolls make claims that they are not and some internet trolls say really rude things and tag them, you feel fully justified in making claims that the trolls are not just trolls but actual recognizable Outlander fans. Are you like shippers of trollworld or something? 
I’ll just come right out and say it. Kim Hickey is not behind any of those trolls accounts you claim she is. I know this and you know this. You know which accounts are legitimately hers because she identifies herself. You are even attacking her My Peak Challenge account that she posts inspirational memes and encourages people to donate to Bloodwise. Are you for fucking real? You’re attacking a charity endeavor in your blind hatred of…. hatred of who fucking knows.  Even if you didn’t know she wasn’t behind the troll accounts, you absolutely have no basis for claiming she is. You are making shit up and publicly proclaiming it as truth just like that thing that Shippers do that you claim to hate.  Also, let’s talk about me:  I am a public person online. I don’t hide behind cutesy names. You can look me up and it won’t even be doxing me because it’s all right there, isn’t it? I have no sock accounts. I put my name on all my accounts because I own what I say and share. This tumblr account was created in the middle of last summer as a parody of Starz Obsessable campaign therefore it did not need my name on it. I never had a Tumblr account before that and I have never even sent anons on Tumblr. I never pretended I was anyone else or made any attempt to be anyone else. I posted freely about myself and my life when it was topical, including photos of myself. If you were like BINGO I’m such a supersleuth I figured out who is behind that blog!! you’re not smart or observant. It was obvious. The thing is, though, shippers didn’t know who I was. Not because they didn’t know who was behind “Obsessive Sassenach” but because they didn’t know who Nipuna was. Isn’t that funny? One of the Outlander fans on the top of your BAD SHIPPER LIST WHO MUST BE EXTERMINATED list isn’t even known by other shippers. What makes me a shipper? Just that I have heart eyes for Sam and Cait and think they have chemistry and oh wait, whoah, ZOMG, Arthur Kade thinks that too. Josh Horowitz does too! and ummmm ummmm that one lady at TCA that one year and that one book author who was on the NYT best seller list and you know I could go on. It’s not a crime to be fully happy to enjoy Sam and Caitriona’s chemistry. And if that makes me a shipper, yay. But the only reason I’m actually a known component of the shipper community now is because you guys have dragged my name around and created ridiculous lies about me. It’s like I’m some sort of Shipper Legend (to you, not shippers) who does these super crazy Shipper things in AntiLand. Remember the grave story that was created by one of you weirdos because a family friend of mine who is a caretaker for a military graveyard in the USA was friends with Sam’s father? You guys turned it into: That Crazy Shipper Nipuna stalks Sam’s father’s grave in hopes of running into him and Caitriona making a baby on his dad’s grave in Scotland. Or something like that. Anyway, tour bus guides in Scotland think there are crazy Outlander fans who stalk Sam at his father’s grave but if they stop to think they realize they don’t even know if he has a grave or if it’s even in Scotland. 
You’re maligning the whole fucking fandom you freaks! You’re creating these outrageous, convoluted piece of fiction because you are all worked up about uhh something and then you tag other nasty people and get them to repeat the stories and then the stories get embellished and repeated and you sit back and watch the telephone game continue. But don’t you realize that you’re fucking the whole thing up for yourselves too? I mean, I guess not if you like chaos and mayhem. But most of you profess to care about people being nice and kind and cry out that bullying is bad and wrong. But then you do just that when you pick an Outlander fan and create detailed and convoluted lies about her behavior.  The people you lie about know they are lies, sure. And lots of other people know they are lies and ignore you, but you repeat the lies over and over and you know that saying about how if you repeat a lie often enough people will start to believe you. So you repeat and repeat and then sit back and with self satisfied smiles. Or maybe it’s just that your mouth is open because you’re breathing through it. Whatever. I don’t know your motives. I don’t know what attracts you to fan the way you do. I don’t know what fulfills you. I know it’s not LOVE. But do you even know? Are you just running around half-cocked and brainless and letting yourselves be lied to? What gives? Can you help me understand why you are constantly naming and targeting certain people and pointing others to attack them and if that doesn’t work creating stories that will hopefully motivate them to attack? WHY???

Stucky is cute, staron is cute, clintasha is cute, romanogers is cute, samsteve is cute, sambucky is cute, scarletwidow is cute, Sam x Nat is cute, natsharon is cute, steggy is cute, scarletamerica is cute, winterwitch is cute, brucenat is cute, pepperony is cute, scarletvision is cute, Tony x Rhodey is cute, t'chucky is cute, they’re all cute!

What’s not cute is leaving hate in the tags or spreading negativity about a particular ship for no valid reason, so let’s all just please try to not bring others down, and spread some more positivity and love in the fandom (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Guess who had a baby?

Meet Michi Manabe.

But no one cares about that, cause next chapter WE’RE GOING TO MUTSUKI’S HOUSE. AWWW SNAP SON GET HYPE!!!!!$&&!!!?$)??@&&!!!!!!!!!!


Now I’m not getting my hopes up, since Takaya-san did state that Yuki and the others WONT be making an apparence waaaaay before Another made its debut. But it’s like…c'mon fam. Show me like…the backside of Yuki’s head. Lol

So that Anti-Anti-Johnlock post is going around and I just...
  • Johnlock: So you're homophobic and denying the fact that these two men love each other.
  • Anti-Johnlock: I just ship Sherstrade/Johnstrade/Holmecest/Johncroft/Anderlock/literally anything else.
  • Johnlock:
  • Anti-Johnlock: Not to mention the toxicity of their relationship on BBC Sherlock puts me off a bit.
  • Johnlock: So you're homophobic.
  • Anti-Johnlock: What did I just say.

anonymous asked:

Ooh! Remember that one doodle of Gold and his bf with the caption "when you're a skinny tol/strong smol" and Gold is carrying (wtf his name is cuz i forgot)? Grump and not-so-grump version of that plz!PLZZZZZZZ!


anonymous asked:

((Oh shoot, I sent that from my friend's blog, oops, they were logged in my computer earlier and forgot to logout I guess ~⭕🐲))

((Awe~ Thank you sweetheart! ^v^ I had a lot of fun drawing it!

(Also, I thought I would block out the name and such of the other ask since you said that it wasn’t you.  I hope that is okay with you.) -Mod J))

your name is forever written in ink [the soulmate au]

Special thanks to @sticks-and-mints for coming up with this title for me! It’s awesome, and you’re awesome <3

Summary: Soulmate AU where they have each other’s name tattooed on their body from a young age. Percabeth.

Percy’s POV:

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Annabeth’s POV:

Part 1 |

I have a generic soulmate AU tag right here that has all of the parts plus my other soulmate AU right here! Also, new parts are coming to this fic when I get out of school next week!

Distance: Part 5

So. I have had a few people ask about the name Distance. Honestly…. it was a working title and I just forgot to change it.. LOL oops. But I picked Distance for two reasons… 

First the song Distance by Christina Perri and Jason Mraz. Its about loving someone but not feeling like you can say it because it will scare the other person off so you keep your distance from the feelings… Just how Y/N and Harry were in the beginning of this story.

And secondly, they needed distance from each other to grow and fix what was broken. 

Masterlist for Parts 1-4. 

I woke the next day to reports of a huge storm moving in from off shore. It was being called the biggest storm of the summer. As I started my warm up jog to the beach, the weather was cloudy but warm. My favorite part of the job is along a strip of beach that runs against some cliffs.  During high tide, the beach is reduced to just a few feet. It feels like I’m the only other person for miles.

On this morning, I noticed the waves were bigger than normal and washing higher up onto the beach. I remember the news talking about bigger waves from the incoming storm but I didn’t think much of it. I had my headphones in and I made my way down the beach. I knew I was pushing myself  more than I normally do by running farther and harder than usual, but I was stressed about the dinner that night and needed the extra stress relief.

I was by the cliffs when my phone rang in my headphones. My headphones doubled as a headset, so I pushed the button on the wire and picked up without looking at the caller ID.

“Hello? Y/L/N Images.” I answered with my normal business greeting.

“Y/N? Hey.” It was Gemma.

“Oh, Hi Gems.” I was still jogging, just a bit slower, so my breath was coming out in huffs. “What’s up?”

“You sound out of breath, are you ok?” Gemma asked, sounding concerned. I slowed down and stopped, bending over to catch my breath.

“Yeah, I’m just on my morning jog. I stopped.” I was getting my breath back.

“Oh, well, I won’t keep you. I was just calling because I had a very interesting conversation with my baby brother this morning.”

“Really? What did you two talk about that would prompt a call to me.” I was playing coy, knowing full well I was the topic of their conversation.

“Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about, Y/N.” Gemma laughed. “Why didn’t you tell me you ran into him?” I chuckled.

“I guess I wasn’t sure if it was something I was ready to talk about, Gems. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m going to completely freak out or if I’m ok with seeing…” I didn’t get to finish my sentence because a surprise wave suddenly smashed into my back and nearly knocked me over. I squealed in surprise and rushed closer to the cliff. I turned around and noticed a large set of waves rolling in. i was stuck in the middle of the cliffs and I knew I was about to get drenched.

“Y/N? What’s going on? Are you ok?” Gemma was alarmed.

“Yes.” I started jogging quickly towards the nearest set of stairs, a good 50 yards down the beach from me. “I’m on the beach and the tide is a lot higher than normal because there is a huge storm off the coast. I got caught along some cliffs. I think I’m going to have to climb up some random home’s set of stairs here.” I was laughing as two more waves rolled in, almost knocking me over again. I huffed as I jumped over the gate at the bottom of the steps,  designed to keep the public off the steps. Another wave rolled in, completely covering the bottom 4 steps, my lower body and splashing my face and hair.

“Shit! That’s cold.” I squeaked. “I’m gonna have to call you back Gems. I need to get off the beach.”

“Ok. No rush.” I could hear the laughter in her voice as I sprinted up the steps away from the next wave.

I pushed the button to end the call and stopped half way up to catch my breath. I slowly climbed the last of the steps only to find the stairs led to two different gated yards at the top of the cliff. Both gates were taller then I was comfortable climbing on the top of a cliff. Even if I managed to climb a gate, where would I go after that? some rich families yard just to have the cops called on me for trespassing? I looked back down at the beach, wondering what my chances of making it back along the beach without getting swept away.  I stood on the top step for a few moments, considering my options when I heard someone yell.

“Hey, those are private stairs. Didn’t you see the sign.” The voice sounded angry and was getting closer. I’m sure I looked like a drown rat at this point and hoped the angry resident would take pity on me.

“I’m so sorry. I got caught against the cliffs while I was jogging. The waves are huge.” I said, turning towards the voice.

“Y/N?” The voice was closer now and suddenly familiar. I finally spotted him.

“Harry?” I choked out. “I… What… Wait.” I rubbed my forehead, not believing this was happening again. He stopped on the other side of the gate and was trying to hold in a laughed. His lips twitched, itching to smile. “Don’t. Don’t you dare laugh.” I said, suddenly having a hard time holding in a laugh myself.

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” He held a serious face as he reached for the gate and unlocked it, letting me into his yard. “Do you always jog here?” I nodded. “Small world. Come on inside. Let’s get you dry.” I followed him across the yard and through open sliding glass doors. I stopped as soon as I entered and bent over, pulling at my shoes, not wanting to trail water and sand through the spotless living room we walked into.

“I’ll grab you some towels. Do ya want something dry to change into?” He watched me pull off my socks and stumble before standing upright.

“Yeah, That would be really nice, if you don’t mind.” I still couldn’t believe I was standing in Harry’s home. What were the chances of me picking his set of beach stairs to escape up. He walked down a hallway leaving me take in the home around me. It was warm but with touches of modern design. It was very “Harry” in style. I could see him relaxing here.

“These sweats should fit but you might need to roll them up a bit.” Harry said as he walked back into the room. He handed me a towel and sweats along with a shirt. He pointed me to the bathroom and I darted inside and to change and hopefully compose myself before facing him again. Once I was changed I put my wet clothes in a plastic bag Harry gave me and took a deep breath before going back into the livingroom.

“Thanks, Harry.” I said softly, looking up to meet his eyes. He seemed frozen. His eyes took in me before he shook his head, as if to break himself from a trance.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you ended up in my yard and not stuck at the top of the cliffs.” I nodded. The nerves I was feeling about dinner tonight returned in full force. I was planning on calling my sister and having her talk me down from my nerves before dinner, but here I was, standing in the middle of his living room, completely unprepared.

“I was just about to make myself a protein smoothie since I just worked out myself. Did you want one?” He pointed towards the kitchen.

“Yeah, sure. I remember how good your smoothies are.” I grinned and followed him into the kitchen when he already had an array of food on the counter by the blender.

“I was working on this when I saw you through the window trying to open my gate.” He shot me an amused look when I felt my blush rise.

“I wasn’t trying to open the gates. I was simply exploring my options.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you were.” He winked at me before turning on his ridiculously expensive blender.

We sat at the kitchen table that was set into a nook off the main part of the kitchen. The windows looked across the backyard and the ocean beyond. The view was breathtaking, but the heavy silence between us was distracting.

“I’ve been thinking about what I want to say to you all night but now that you’re here, I’m at a loss of how to even begin.” Harry broke the silence first. “I feel like I should start with a huge ‘I’m so, unbelievably sorry’. But then I feel like we should start on a positive note. Like talking about all we’ve accomplished in thet last few years or about our families. I don’t know. I just feel like I don’t know how to dive into this conversation.” He was beginning to ramble. Nervous Harry wasn’t something I was use to seeing. He had always approached every situation with so much confidence that he could be borderline cocky.

“Harry, I…” I started but he interrupted me.

“Wait, Y/n. Please, let me get this out while I can.” He took a deep breath before continuing. “I was such an idiot kid two years ago. I wanted to have my cake and eat it too as they say. I had convinced myself that we were on the same page so I wouldn’t have to feel guilty. I wanted you there for me but I didn’t want to commit. I was so stupid.  I wish I could go back and stop myself. But, I know that it wouldn’t have ended with us together no matter what. I just wasn’t ready for you. As cliche as it sounds, I really had to lose you to truly realize what I had.” His eyes were brimming with tears. I could feel the sting of tears in mine as well.

“After we ended, I was disgusted with myself. I hated what I had become. I let the fame get to me and I hurt you because of it. I couldn’t stand to go out with the guys. To be frank, I couldn’t even wank off without feeling sick. I felt like I didn’t deserved to feel good. I earned every second of the pain I was in.” He reached across the table and took my hand. His tears finally broke free.

“I wanted to contact you. I wanted to beg you to come back to me. But, in the end, I let you go because I didn’t deserve your love. I broke your heart and I had no right to ask for it back.” He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm his breathing and wiped at his eyes with his free hand. I squeezed his hand in encouragement, waiting to talk until he got everything out.

“I know I still have no right to ask for another chance, but I’m gonna be selfish and ask anyway.” He ran his hand through his hair, causing it to ruffle into messy waves. “I know I might be too late. You may have moved on. You might even love someone else. But I have to ask. Let me take you out on a date. Please. Let me show you I have changed.” His eyes met mine with a look of pleading.

“No.” I said softly. His eyes flashed with hurt before he nodded and looked down at the table between us. He pulled his hand away and ran it harshly through his hair.

“Okay.” He wiped at his eyes again and stood up. “I guess I didn’t expect you to say yes, really. I mean, why would you?” He started to pace the kitchen. I followed him and put my hands on his arms to stop him.

“Harry.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, but he stopped moving. His breaths were coming in short puffs, like he was struggling to hold it together. “You didn’t let me finish.” I slid my hands down his arms to connect our hands. “No. There is no one else. You’re not too late.” His eyes snapped up to meet mine. A cautiously hopeful look crossed his features. “Harry. I spent the last two years almost entirely traveling. I’ve only been back to England a few times and my studio here is the first place I have actually lived since I left my flat in London. I haven’t been in one place long enough to make a friend, let alone start a relationship.” Harry nodded slowly and took a step closer to me.

“So, there is no one else. Does that mean you will let me take you out?” A sparkle of hope lit up his eyes.

“Yes.” I answered softly. A bright smile broke out across his face. “I have a few ground rules of sorts first, though.”

“Yes, Anything.” He whispered, leaning his forehead against mine, closing his eyes in relief.

“First, we are not going to jump right where we left off.” I pulled back to meet his eyes. “My trust in you was lost and you definitely need to earn that back.” He nodded quickly.

“Oh course. I have no expectations. I just want to spend time with you, to show you I’m not that stupid kid anymore.” He said quickly, squeezing my hands.

“Second, I need us to be exclusive from the start.” He started to say something but I cut him off. “I don’t mean boyfriend/girlfriend status, but I at least need a promise that while you’re dating me, you won’t be dating or sleeping with anyone else. Consider this the exclusivity talk that was we failed to have two odd years ago.”

“Yes.” He responded immediately. A soft smile played on his lips. “It’s not even a question. You’re all I want.” He let go of my hands and pulled me into a tight hug. “Thank you for this chance. I know I don’t deserve to have it.” He said into my hair.

“I’m adding a third rule. No more talking like that.” I pulled back from the hug and put my hands on his cheeks, forcing him to meet my eyes. “It’s the past. We need to focus on now and the chance we have now.” I leaned in and placed a soft kiss to his cheek before stepping back. “Okay?” He nodded.

“Yes, okay. Thank you. I like hearing you say ‘we’ almost as much as I like seeing you wearing my clothes.” I laughed hard and pushed him away, shaking my head. “What? It’s been a long time since I’ve seen you in my clothes and it’s quite a sight, I have to say.” He gave me another hug. Our laughter slowed and we settled into a quiet, content embrace.

By this time, the storm had hit with full force. We moved to sit together at the nook, finishing our smoothies as we watched the rain pelt the windows.

“Now I know not to doubt the LA weather man. This is insane.” I pointed at one of the palm trees in Harry’s yard that was nearly bent in half. “I would have gotten caught in this. My studio is a good 3 ½ miles from here.” It was hard to believe I had only been at Harry’s for a little over 30 minutes. We jumped right into a deep conversation without any small talk.

“If you want, I can drive you home, but if we wait a bit, the worst of it will pass and it will be safer to drive.” Harry offered.

“I’m not going to make you drive in this. I don’t mind staying. Am I keeping you from any plans?” I asked.

“Nothing at all. This storm was going to keep me stuck here either way.” He took our cups to the sink and started rinsing them. I stood and joined him.

“You rinse and I’ll load.” I said, taking the first cup from him. We worked in silence for a few minutes until the cups and blender pieces were put away.

“I think this weather is perfect for a game of scrabble, what do you say?” Harry asked.

“I think that sounds perfect.” We shared a smile and got settled into the living room for the morning.

We played a few games until the storm calmed down a bit and Harry drove me back to my studio. He was surprised to find how close I lived to him. He said something about fate and how we would have met again sooner or later. I had relaxed with him that morning but getting into the closed space of his car caused my nerves to rear up again. Showing him where I lived felt, somehow, intimate. I know he would need to know where I lived to pick me up for our upcoming date, but I wasn’t really feeling rational at that moment.

We parted with plans to have dinner the following night. Harry kissed my cheek and lingered in a hug. I wasn’t sure if I was ready for Harry to be back in my life, but I had to agree, it was like something was throwing us together again. 

Part 6

Hello, Adventures!
I said I was going to create an introduction post and then forgot. Oops!

Well anyway, my name is Toni and I am your humble mod.

You guys had some awesome ideas for badges and I can’t wait to implement them. Also! Some of you have reached out to offer me help on Tutorial Tuesdays. I’m working on it, as well a few other possible features for the blog. I’ll get back to you on that later though.

Would it be cheesy to say one thing I’m passionate about is TAC? Going through the tag always gives me this warm fuzzy feeling. I couldn’t be happier with the way this project has been going so far. Thank you guys for making it awesome!

Oh! I also really like Doctor Who. My husband I produce a podcast @rassilonwatchathon. We are watching all of classic who in order. We’re getting close to the end of the 1st doctor era.

Anyway. That’s me. It was nice getting to know you guys over this week. Happy holidays!


“Send me a fandom and I’ll draw my favorite character on MS Paint” 

I don’t have MS Paint so I used a drawing app on my phone. I also drew everyone by memory so…..they’re inaccurate af

I forgot some of their names so you’ll have to guess who they are lmao oops..

Kalina was on her way to Jason house but not for her best friend this time but for her fake swimming lesson with Erica. She had just came from a date she cut early. She convinced her self that she wasn’t in the mood to fucking tonight and it nothing to do with the fact that she actually wanted to spend time with the other girl. It’s been two days since they last seen each other and Kalina was now pulling into the the driveway. She grabbed her bag and got out of the car walking to the back gate. Knowing where they keep the keep the the back she let herself into the back of the house like always. She open the sliding door that lead into the house an made her way upstairs to Erica’s bedroom. She knocked on the door. “Open up.” She said.  

kingrenly  asked:

trc for the ask meme!


also requested by grrywaren and a few anons

which friend eats 3-year-expired nacho cheese at 2 am for $2.50

  • BLUE

which friend offered the $2.50

  • there’s a shaky cam video of it taken by ronan and all you can hear is noah screaming in the background
  • but like. can you imagine an ot5 game of truth or dare and noah/blue/ronan’s increasingly competitive dares 
  • blue daring ronan to steal gansey’s journal and they take a shot every time they see a word over four syllables
  • noah daring ronan to fill his empty beer bottles with glitter and throw them off the roof
  • ronan daring blue to draw a unibrow and moustache on gansey’s framed picture of glendower

which friend brings stuff to bake whenever they go over to other people’s houses

  • this is noah tbh 
  • he can’t go over places but he loves to bake 
  • so he gets gansey to buy him stuff and then he has baking days in monmouth
  • adam keeps wondering where all these vanilla cupcakes (his favourite) are coming from 
  • noah the baking mom ghost. pls

which friend keeps extra clothes for friends who might need to change

  • i literally think about gansey doing this for adam every single day of my life
  • he probably has a whole drawer of comfy sweats and pj’s ready in case adam ever is in trouble and needs to sleep at monmouth
  • also blue has definitely worn his aglionby rowing team sweater at some point 
  • when they were out and it was cold and gansey couldn’t stop noticing how big it was on her and how the sleeves pooled around her fingers
  • actually adam has probably done that too and because he’s so tall when he stretches gansey can see his elegant hipbones (thanks raetxt)
  • lemme die. thank

which friend (who doesn’t menstruate) keeps hygiene products and midol for those who do

which friend is always leaving stuff behind at everyone’s houses

  • gansey u fricken dork
  • imagine him knocking on 300 fox way like every 3 hours because oops he “forgot” a pen there 
  • or like. a shoelace 
  • oh hey blue sorry didn’t see you there wanna go on a casual drive and discuss the names of our future children 
  • or oh gosh sorry adam i don’t mean to intrude i LEFT my journal here. here have 600,000 dollars a cruise to fiji and my undying love and devotion

which friend randomly shows up and drags their other friends on zany adventures

  • its literally canon that gansey does this 
  • but nOAH ALSO DOES IT 
  • *shouting in gansey’s ear at 3am* WOOP WOOP, GANSEY BOY!!!
  • “NOAH WTF” 
  • “…can we go to dollar city???”
  • so basically the end result is a very grumpy gansey driving noah to dollar city to 
  • literally not even buy anything just walk around the store shaking glitter globes
  • and then also to the skate park where noah tries to each gansey how to skate but they both just end up tripping over each other and giggling and drinking schnapps with noah’s head on gansey’s stomach
  • gansey x noah is the rarest thing i DEMAND MORE

which friend hosts all the meet ups

  • it’s usually gansey
  • but once in a while its adam 
  • and they all go there and keep him company and talk and laugh and get loud because it makes st agnes feel warmer and more like a home 

which friend can almost never make it to meet ups and are snapchatted the events from the meetup so they dont feel left out

  • NOAH AND BLUE ORCHESTRATING A 5000 PIC SNAPCHAT STORY FOR ADAM (lets assume our bb has a phone lol sob)
  • which is mostly ronan lovingly giving the camera the finger 
  • or blue and noah dropping peace signs 
  • and pictures of gansey’s ass (usually taken by noah)
  • so once in a while at work you’ll just see adam put away his phone and nod to himself

who goes all out on every holiday or birthday and insists even if no one else can afford it

  • its gansey until blue literally almost kills him once
  • he treads a lot more carefully after that 

which friend immediately befriends any and all animals/pets

  • R O N A N L Y N C H
  • like literally though I’m just imagining ronan petting friendly stray cats and holding their little kittens 
  • or ADAM’S OLD DOG 
  • (friendly reminder that adam parrish had a dog) 

which friend has special food needs and always feels bad about asking but needs to otherwise they might not eat

  • hmmmm idk. i feel like blue could be vegetarian/vegan
  • she gets into arguments with noah and adam all the time who don’t understand how you can go without eating a good BURGER and say you have TRULY LIVED
  • gansey finds out and buys like 4000 dollars worth of tofu and chickpeas and checks out like 5 books on getting the right amount of protein 
  • blue just rolls her eyes but it means a lot to her that he cares so much

which friend always remembers this and tries to remind the other whenever possible

  • again this is gansey 

which friend makes up friend group names or slogans or nicknames

  • this is noah and ronan’s game tbh
  • they probably do this thing where they call blue by every variant of the colour blue until she gets so annoyed that she finally answers
  • “hey aquamarine”
  • “cerulean”
  • “hey. hey cobalt”
  • “navy”
  • “cyan??”
  • “royal-”
  • its all fun and games until that one time she punches ronan in the face
  • and then adam is just every brand of pop known to man at different times 
  • or different superheroes 
  • he’s okay with “dr pepper” or “batman” but he draws the line at “7-up” or “deadpool”
  • and then they call gansey all of kavinsky/henry’s names for him when they really wanna piss him off 
  • they finally make him a shirt with “triple dick g” on it
  • also: blue calling gansey by different vampire weekend song titles 
  • nothing can top that. noTHING

which friend drives the van

  • gansey baby
  • but like. imagine blue driving up to monmouth with a tricked up honda civic she painted bubblegum pink 
  • “get in losers”
  • ronan is so proud. he literally has to wipe away a tear

which friend has everyone’s birthday and zodiac memorized and always sends little cute bday messages

  • and uses it to calculate their compatibility 
  • everyone else is always rolling their eyes but they think its so cute 

which friend depends on the others to get from place to place and to remember dates and events

  • idk i feel like all of them can take care of themselves 
  • can noah drive?? idk 

which friend is always available for advice and tips and tricks

  • blue is rlly savvy this way actually
  • adam’s pretty good but more with practical life stuff like handiwork/cars/study tips than advice
  • but whatever you do do NOT take advice from gansey. or ronan

which friend is always available for video games and bad movies and forgetting your problems for a while

  • whenever any of the others but esp adam or blue are sad he’ll make cupcakes and start pillow fights and do artsy things with blue
  • and he and adam will play video games in monmouth like dorks and adam always wins 
  • and then afterwards they’ll put on all noah’s favourite old terrible 80′s horror movies and laugh at the awful effects and fall asleep together on the couch
  • and ronan is like ew gross parrish czerny and sargent are all sleeping on the couch but he’ll throw a blanket over them when gansey’s not looking

which friend feels like an add-on or the last to be thought of but is actually very near and dear to the hearts of everyone in the group

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