and the rest of the internet i guess

I’m here hello

tagged by @makosharkies thanks bb!!!

1. Post the rules
2. Answer questions by person that tagged you
3. Write 11 questions of your own
4. Tag 11 people.

  • If you had to choose to live in either in space or in the ocean for the rest of your life which would you choose?

I guess it depends on the where in space and where in the ocean…like I’m not down to live on the edge of a black hole and I also don’t want to party with creatures of the abyss so??? oooh how about the ocean in space yeah that’s it

  • If happiness was a national currency what would you do for a job?


  • If you had to live a week without internet, what will you do to keep yourself busy?

lmao cry jk I’d probably write and draw and play music and learn languages and frolic naked in the northern mountains

  • What is legal that you think should be illegal?

killing people

  • What short phrases should be on candy hearts but aren’t?


  • Give me your deepest, most profound quote you just made up.

you’re the lightbulb to my lamp

  • Describe the color yellow to somebody who is blind

the warmth of the sun on a cold winter’s day

  • You’ve been given an elephant. You can’t give it away or sell it. What would you do with the elephant?

name is Philip and bring it somewhere safe where it can live on its own

  •  A penguin walks through that door right now wearing a sombrero. What does he say and why is he here?

Nobody knows where he comes from, nobody knows his goal; he shows up at night, while everyone is asleep.   ñoot ñoot, he whispers in your ear, placing a sombrero upon your face, before vanishing within the darkness of midnight. It is said the hat symbolizes an invitation to his party, a party that exists between time and space… perhaps next time you should follow him into the night.

  • You find a book and begin to read only to discover that it is your life. You get to the point that you are at now,  do you turn the page knowing that you will not be able to change the events to come?

lol no 

  • If you could really sell your soul to the devil, what would you sell it for?

a sexy butler named Sebastian

My Questions:

1. armchairs or couches?

2. Favourite childhood show?

3. What language/s do you speak?

4. New discourse: tacos (yes or no?)

5. Do you know what Tim Hortons is

6. Is it moose or meese?

7. how much wood could a wood chuck chuck is a wood chuck could chuck woooood?

8. Favourite food?

9. hi what’s your name what should I call you

10. Do you prefer the night or day?

11. when’s the last time you ate mashmallows I lov e marshmallows they’re so soft and squishy?!

tagging: @choisgirls heuheu you’ve been double tagged also @mistake-messenger-trash @bitchynightmarepost and others but I can’t remember urls to save my life so I tag everyone who reads this you have a moral obligation to fulfill your duty 

a/n: i literally just wrote this in half and hour bc i was itching to write an imagine based on this beautiful gif^ (i don’t own it btw so credits to the owner). this is super short bc i need to go to sleep like right now so yeah excuse the shortness. and no this isn’t the imagine i was talking about in my 400 followers post but i’ll be posting that real soon hopefully! hope you guys like this :)

[ i used a writing prompt from @the-modern-typewriter for the first couple lines ]

“Are you trying to seduce me?”

“That depends on if it’s working or not,” Tom replied with a lazy grin. He tilted his head and licked his lips a little nervously. “Is it?”

(Y/N) laughed softly sitting beside Tom on the couch. She couldn’t ignore the fluttery feeling in her stomach or the heat that had rushed to her cheeks. “Why don’t you decide?”

Tom grinned like a fool as she slowly leaned closer to him. The smell of his cologne wrapped around her like a blanket. She had never realised how good he smelt.

(Y/N) grabbed the collar of his silk pyjamas and pulled him towards her, the hands circling her waist not going unnoticed.

And then they kissed. Lips met lips. Flesh met flesh.

He kissed her slowly, sweetly and unhurriedly like he had all the time in the world to show her how much she meant to him. She smiled into the kiss and pulled away. She rested her forehead on his, his stylishly unkempt hair tickling her skin. Tom tried to lean in to steal another kiss but (Y/N) put her finger on his lips to stop him.

“Whoa there, cutie.” (Y/N) leaned back into the couch, head resting against the wall as she eyed him with a twinkle in her eye. “Wanna guess what my answer is?”

Tom’s slightly dazed look quickly faded and a smirk appeared on his lips. It was his turn to lean in close. The tips of your noses were touching and your eyes flickered down to his lips before fluttering shut.

“I’d wager a yes,” Tom whispered.

Tom closed the distance and off they went again.

anonymous asked:

the reveal is just chat being like "ladybug whats ur name" and she just goes "marinette"

lmao omg, all of the reveals that are so dramatic and heart-wrenching and this happening is literally so funny

It’s Only A Name - on ao3

“Ladybug?” Chat Noir asked, his voice merely a whisper as his heart pounded in his chest. A simple question resided within his mind—a question that he had been dying to ask for months—yet had never found the courage to let free up until that moment. “Have you ever wondered what my name is?”

Ladybug offered a shrug, blue eyes surveying the sparkling city below their feet. A breeze blew past the pair in their spot above the world, tousling her hair and sending black strands to kiss the skin of her cheeks. “I guess. There are lots of things I wonder about you.”

“Oh?” Chat raised an eyebrow, head cocked to the side in interest. “Like what, my Lady?”

Ladybug chuckled, resting her back against one of the beams of the Eiffel Tower as she sat criss-crossed, gazing at him with a hand pressed to her chin in thought. “Most of the time, I’m genuinely curious where you get all the puns from. Do you think them up on the spot? Scour the internet for them and write them down just in case? Or do they come with the transformation?”

Chat burst into laughter, surprised at her odd (yet understandable) questions. Of all the things she wanted to know about him, the source of his puns was the first thing on her list?

“I’ll have you know, Buginette,” he began, walking along the iron beam until he settled next to his partner, “that all of those puns are purely original. I’m very good at coming up with them.”

“Are you?” Ladybug snorted. “Are you sure you don’t look them up on some pun archive or something?”


A smirk split Chat Noir’s face as his partner groaned and buried her head within her palms. It wasn’t a lie; he did come up with them himself.

“You’re unbearable sometimes, kitty,” Ladybug sighed, shaking her head from side to side. “Why do I put up with you?”

“Another good question,” Chat said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and grinning mischievously. “The answer is because you love me.”

“Yeah, yeah. If you say so.” As expected, Ladybug responded to his touch by giving him a light shove. Chat backed away respectfully, smiling all the while he gave her the space she desired. 

They shared a laugh, giggling like two kids enjoying the company of their best friend.

Chat felt warmth spread across his chest at the thought.

Best friend.

“…You know,” Ladybug said after a moment, having turned her attention to the sound of traffic below. It was a quiet night, as evenings usually were, and patrol had been relatively peaceful. “I do sometimes wonder about you, though. I know we’re not supposed to tell each other who we are, for our safety and such, but…I can’t help but be curious sometimes—about who you are and what you do.”

Chat nodded in understanding. Plagg had told him countless times that the secret of their identities was only to keep them out of harm’s way, but the nagging wonder of who his elusive Lady happened to be settled in the back of his mind and frequently succeeded in giving him nights with little to no sleep. She was out there, somewhere, he knew…but deep inside of him, no matter how much he hoped, Chat was sure he would most likely never be privy to such secrets. 

It was a tad annoying at times. Part of him was sure Ladybug felt the same.

They were friends, after all. Close friends. Why couldn’t they hang out when not in costume? What was so wrong with that?

But, if Plagg and Ladybug’s kwami (Tikki, was it?) wanted them to keep their identities secret, they would. The little gods knew more about the miraculous than they did, after all, and it wouldn’t do he or Ladybug any good to disobey them.

Chat sighed, settling his gaze on a group of people walking below as their laughter caught his attention. They were loud, smiling, seemingly having a great time with each other.

He and Ladybug could be like that, if their kwamis allowed it. They could do stuff as friends rather than strictly as superheroes.

That would be something, wouldn’t it? To be friends with Ladybug out of the costume, to spend time with her and maybe get lunch at a café or something, or even to just hang out and take leisurely walks along the streets. That was what friends did, wasn’t it?

“Yeah,” Chat hummed, “I think about that a lot.”

Ladybug turned to look at him, blue eyes meeting green. Her fingers tapped along her thigh as she looked down, glancing around the twinkling yellow lights before her gaze settled on his face once more. She appeared to be pensive, perhaps slightly nervous, if her sudden change in behavior said anything. Her lips parted to speak before they closed and opened again, and Chat was about to ask if she was feeling alright before her voice rose up over the song of the city. 

“To answer your question from before,” she began, a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. “Yes. Sometimes I do wonder what your name is.”

Chat grinned in response. “And I often wonder about yours.”

“Names are just names,” Ladybug continued with a shrug, “I’m sure plenty of people in Paris share our names…it is a big city…”

“…with a population of over two million people,” Chat added.

“There’s no way we could figure our identities out just because of a name…”

“…it’s not like my name isn’t common…”

“I’m sure…”

“…it wouldn’t be a big deal…”

“…if I told you my name,” They finished in unison, eyes meeting as their bodies froze. A breeze caressed their suits, colder than it had been a few moments ago, and Chat felt his heart stop in his chest.

Was this it?

Was he finally going to learn his Lady’s name?

She probably has a really pretty name, he thought, resting the dopey smile that wanted to spread across his face. Because she’s really pretty and everything about her is really pretty and- and I love her a lot.

“Ladybug?” Chat asked, swallowing. “What is your name?”

A soft giggle rose from Ladybug’s perfectly kissable lips before she glanced away, seemingly shy all of a sudden. She had never acted like that in front of him before.

It was endearing.

“My name,” Ladybug said, voice slightly higher-pitched, “my name is Marinette.”

“Marinette,” Chat repeated in a whisper, absolutely in love with the way it sounded-

Her name-




“Your name-” Shaking his head, Chat’s eyes widened as realization struck him like a freight train, his breath nearly knocked straight out of body. It was a miracle he didn’t topple backwards off of the Eiffel Tower. “Your name is- it’s- Mar- Mar- Mariiii…”

Ladybug frowned, eyebrows furrowing in confusion and- was that worry? Embarrassment? Regret?

“Chat?” She asked, voice soft. “Is…is everything okay?”

“Fine!” Chat responded in a strangled tone. “Everything’s fine! Your name is Marinette! That’s cool! It’s not like- like one of my b-best friends is named Marinette or anything-!”

But maybe Marinette is a popular name, his mind screamed at him.

Are you crazy? He shouted back, I’ve never met another girl named Marinette in my entire life and I’ve lived in Paris since I was born!

The pigtails, the blue eyes, the freckles and holy heck, the laugh! Her laugh! That was Marinette’s laugh!

He’d never forget the sound of that!

“Aahhhhh,” Chat cupped a palm over his mouth. “Ohhhh. Oh, no. We messed up, Bug.”

Ladybug’s frown grew, but not from sadness. She only became more perplexed. “What are you talking about?”

Chat swallowed, holding out a shaky hand for his friend, his partner, his crush—his crush. His crush who had the same spitfire as Ladybug and his crush who had been sitting behind him the entire time and- and-…

And his crush he’d fallen for on day one who also happened to be the girl he’d began to develop feelings for over the past month.

If she was Ladybug…if Ladybug-Marinette was Marinette-Marinette…

Then he would be the happiest person on Earth.

“Hi Marinette,” Chat laughed, grabbing her hand and giving it a shake. “I’m Adrien.”

And by the way Ladybug’s—Marinette’s—eyes widened at that detail, Chat knew they were both going to need to have a little talk with their kwamis later.

best friend! Seungkwan

anon asked: can i request for some best friend!Seungkwan? (and probs some side best friend!Vernon like idk man i can definitely see them as the type where you can’t be best friends with one and not be best friends with the other lol)

  • the hardest part of childhood was figuring out school 
  • while it wasn’t learning the alphabet or how to read or basic addition and subtraction that you found difficult 
  • elementary school was tough lol 
  • mostly because you wanted to make friends 
  • but who knew getting friends was tough if you didn’t talk to anyone 
  • your teacher tried getting you to talk to the other kids 
  • but they low key scared you 
  • some were always yelling or crying for their mothers or throwing crayons 
  • so you just shook your head and colored your doodles on paper 
  • that was until someone’s birthday 
  • “Class, today is Boo Seungkwan’s birthday! He brought cake for everyone, line up to get a slice!" 
  • as usual you remained sitting in your seat in the back table coloring your rainbow in the sky 
  • until a paper plate with a slice of cake was plopped in front of you 
  • "It’s my birthday, you have to have cake." 
  • Seungkwan stood in front of you, probably the cutest seven year old to ever grace all of Jeju 
  • you always thought he was cool (from what you gathered was cool as a seven year old)
  • because he had lots of friends to play with at recess 
  • but you still didn’t know how to talk to the other kids 
  • and yet somehow he got you to say a few words 
  • "No thanks, I don’t like cake." 
  • "What?!?!? Who doesn’t like cake?" 
  • Seungkwan said crinkling his nose 
  • "I don’t." 
  • and from then on Seungkwan was hooked 
  • he followed you around during recess despite having friends who wanted to play soccer or kickball 
  • trying to figure out why you didn’t like cake 
  • yes he was that determined 
  • you liked sitting on the swings 
  • and Seungkwan sat next to you asking you every cake flavor he knew 
  • "Chocolate? Vanilla? Funfetti? How do you not like cake?" 
  • you laughed, he was so stubborn 
  • "I like pie better." 
  • and that’s all it took for a bootiful beautiful friendship to start 
  • he’d draw a smiley face sun on your drawing of a rainbow 
  • "How could you not have a sun?" 
  • he’d ask you to push him on the swings 
  • "y/n, you have to push me really high up." 
  • "I’m tinier than you Boo Seungkwan!" 
  • and who knew that ball of hyper energy lived down the street from you?
  • you went for a bike ride with your parents 
  • and there he was following his mom bringing in the groceries 
  • "Y/n?!?!?" 
  • "Boo Seungkwan?" 
  • many afternoons were spent reading picture books together or riding bikes 
  • even your parents ended up as close friends when one time Seungkwan scraped his knee and your parents helped you put on a bandaid for him and called his parents to tell them what happened 
  • when middle school came around you both had your own friend groups 
  • but you always walked home together 
  • complaining about how heavy your backpacks were and how mean your teachers were 
  • you both end up trading backpacks and racing each other up the hill to your houses to show the other how light their backpack was compared to yours 
  • "I won!" 
  • "No way, my back pack was way heavier, you’re cheating!" 
  • you’d always do homework at Seungkwan’s house on Mondays and Tuesdays 
  • and he’d go to your house for homework Wednesdays and Thursdays 
  • Fridays you’d both go down to the arcade and get ice cream and play arcade games 
  • you lived for Seungkwan’s mom’s pie 
  • and he loved your mom’s home made cake 
  • and so every lunch whenever he got pie he’d trade you for your cake 
  • your mom knew you didn’t like cake and yet she continued packing it for you 
  • "Just give it to Seungkwan since you do that anyway." 
  • Seungkwan liked playfully poking you every time you passed him in the hallways
  • people thought you two were siblings
  • "Wait he’s not your brother? But you two are always together everywhere? Walking home, walking to school…?" 
  • and when high school came around 
  • and his video of him singing got him a shot at PLEDIS 
  • he ran up to your house ringing the doorbell frantically with happy tears in his eyes 
  • "Go get ‘em Boo Seungkwan. I can see you walking around telling everyone you meet 'I’m from Jeju’ already. Make us proud Seungkwan." 
  • you laughed giving him a supportive hug 
  • you spent the rest of the afternoon hanging out with him while you can 
  • giving him all the support you can 
  • "What if I’m not good enough?" 
  • BOI
  • he just laughed at your outburst 
  • "You sure?" 
  • "Seungkwan, I’d eat cake everyday for the rest of my life if it shows you how much I believe in you." 
  • "You must be serious, you really don’t like cake." 
  • "I do believe in you, Seungkwan, what the hell of course you’ll make it and then I expect signed stuff from you so I can sell it on the internet." 
  • "Yah!!! You should covet my stuff and run my fan sites, y/n!" 
  • "Cash is better, sorry not sorry." 
  • and you both laughed together 
  • "You’ve grown from the person drawing rainbows in the back of the class long ago.” He said smiling at you 
  • “Guess you taught me how to be my loud self. I only learned from the best." 
  • and he did it 
  • he debuted 
  • you were so proud 
  • he called you often during his trainee period telling you his worries 
  • you knew when he was close to crying
  • but you were there to support him 
  • and be his number one fan
  • and you watched his predebut programs 
  • and thought about the boy from Jeju who insisted you have cake that day so long ago 
  • and you told him of your high school life 
  • mostly exams and whatnot 
  • and you both studied hard together 
  • after he debuted, it was harder to see him 
  • your parents shipped you off to some of your family in Seoul 
  • where you could work part time and go to a university there 
  • but when you did hang out 
  • it felt no different than your after school ice cream and arcade days 
  • you’d wake up in the morning and see 172 messages from him 
  • pictures of his rehearsals at 2:37am 
  • and just random thoughts he had and sent to you 
  • "Hansol made a joke and it was awful." 
  • you met Hansol too because of Seungkwan 
  • "Why does Seungkwan always text you during our short breaks?”
  • “Seungkwan why are you texting me in third person?”
  • “Oh lmao this is Hansol, I stole Seungkwan’s phone and am currently hiding in the bathroom since he won’t tell me who he always texts." 
  • you snorted a little too loudly and ended up getting weird looks from your aunt 
  • "I’m y/n, Seungkwan’s friend from high school. I’m from Jeju." 
  • you met Hansol the next time you hung out with Seungkwan 
  • local park by his company with some nice hoops for basketball 
  • "Ah so you must be y/n.” the boy next to Seungkwan said 
  • “I swear I tried to get rid of him, but he just loves me too much, what can I do?" 
  • you burst out laughing their friendship is too cute 
  • y'all end up playing a game two v. one 
  • Hansol insisting you play on his team to show Seungkwan what’s up 
  • and you all go for ice cream afterwards 
  • "Hey!” A ping from your phone 
  • a picture of a smiling Hansol and Seungkwan pop up 
  • you smile and send them back a picture of you sticking out your tongue
  • “working hard I see” you say 
  • “Seungkwan misses you, but I missed you more" 
  • "What the heck Hansol stop it, who’s the best friend here?" 
  • "Tell Seungkwan you like me better, y/n." 
  • "YAH! She’s my best friend back off!" 
  • "get a room you two” you send while dying from laughter 
  • “y/n!!!“ they both send you 
  • your group chat consists of random selfies of Seungkwan 
  • and funny cat videos from Hansol 
  • and a lot of you being in the middle of their arguments 
  • "green tea chocolate is the best" 
  • "you can’t beat classical milk chocolate" 
  • "why not both you two?" 
  • "I’m offended." 
  • "Who are you?" 
  • "What do you mean both?!?!?" 
  • lit groups chats 
  • but you three are such troublemakers
  • so they be pming you like shady mofos 
  • "let’s prank Hansol, y/n.” “Let’s prank Seungkwan" 
  • separate messages you received within five minutes of each other 
  • so naturally you play them both 
  • and they both end up getting soaked by water balloons 
  • while you stayed a safe distance away keeled over dying of laughter
  • “Why didn’t you warn me, I’ve know you for years!" 
  • you run away as the two of them chase you with water balloons 
  • in the end all three of you get soaked 
  • "so anyone up for some cake?" 
  • "You know I hate cake let’s get pie" 
  • "I vote ice cream" 
  • ice cream it is then

Originally posted by dreamermay


Sign your name across my heart


Summary: The name of your soulmate will appear on your chest the day you turn eighteen. Simon is taken aback when he sees his. Baz doesn’t know whether to feel hope or drown in his own sorrow.

Word count: 1.2k

Rating: T

Tags: Eighth Year AU, soulmates, angst, pining, mentions of self-harm, fluff, POV first person


I’ve been in love with Simon Snow since I was twelve. I’d always expected to wear his name on my chest. And I’d also always known for a fact that he’d have another person’s name written above his heart. Probably Wellbelove’s. Yes, I’d always thought I had an unrequited soulmate.

So, when my soulmate’s name finally appeared on my chest, I had no idea what to do with it.

It happened some months after the beginning of the seventh school year. The morning of my birthday, I rushed into the bathroom and looked at the mirror in astonishment.

Simon Salisbury.

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Marichat May Day 9 - Bell Collar

Alya not only convinces Marinette to make an etsy listing for the Chat Noir choker idea she made, but also convinces her to use the picture Alya took of Marinette in said choker. While Marinette can only see the flaws in the picture, Chat Noir only sees beauty.

Rated G || 2,707 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Listing for One ‘Chat Noir Inspired Choker’

When Chat Noir slipped into Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s room on a Thursday night to play video games, he was not expecting to find the girl sewing a small gold bell onto a black ribbon. “Uh, Princess, what are you doing?” Her hand slipped as she was startled out of her concentration, stabbing her finger with the sewing needle. Apparently, she hadn’t heard him come in, oops.

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Okay I am Australian but here’s why I’m very concerned about what happening in America:

Despite what we would maybe like, America is still very politically and culturally influential in the West (thus Australia). We are still flooded with their tv, their news, and even more unfortunately their politics (through our trade links, defence treaties and just by politicians seeming to look and borrow from their policy). And Australia has its own messy, terrible history with racism and race relations. And the more the far right’s (fascist/nazi/supremacist) ideas get disseminated through US press and the internet, the more I fear it works its way back into us, here and more or less fans the flames of our own issues. Increased globalisation and america’s cultural influence make US concerns and problems legitimate concerns for the rest of the world, particularly, for me anyway, Australia.

My point, I guess in a TL:DR is the pervasiveness of American media and culture in Australia makes me extremely concerned about it’s potential impact on Australia and our race tensions.  

I guess you probably know why I’m posting this. In a few days or hours, some of us will get to know what Uncle Steve New Steve has in store for our beloved shamy and the rest of the gang. And this is great, for all of you that enjoy the rite of the taping reveal. It’s slightly less cool for the ones (like me) that have confidence in their resistance to ulcer and try to wait for episode airings. Here’s the point: we don’t want to have to disappear from the Internet to achieve this. We miss you guys. We want to be able to share our contents or just our fangirl feelings with you all the time! So, I’m trying to put together a few useful suggestions to all of us - either thirsty tapings reader or sweet summer unspoiled children.


  • Use some keyword in your posts, like ‘spoiler’ or ‘taping’.
    The ideal is in tags, but most keywords-based filters actually work on the whole post.
  • Read more.
    Just to be sure, put all your spoiled content after a read more. Are you on mobile and you don’t know how to do? Write on a single line:
  • Don’t write spoilers in tags or captions when you reblog someone’s creations.
    Some unspoiled kids are creators. They write stories, draw fanarts or makes gifs. To them, comments on captions or tags are important. They read those!  
  • Clearly tell if your work (es. fanfiction) is based on spoilers, and have people chose if go ahead with it or not.
    Bonus: consider to reblog it again after the episode aired to share with the unspoiled kids. They’ll appreciate it!
  • Don’t send prompts and requests based on spoilers.
    Unless you are 110% sure the author/creator is spoiled too. If you are not sure about it, don’t send it, or ask the author/creator first. 
  • This is not relevant right now, but it will be later. Lately promotional pictures and especially press releases have become spoilerish as hell. Some still like to read/look at those, but as a general rule it’s better to tag these as well.
  • Don’t be a jerk. Respect others choices.


  • Use xkit or tumblr savior.
    They are browser extensions for both chrome and firefox. Their main feature is keywords filtering. Once the blacklist is set, all the post that contains the listed words are blocked or hidden. Bonus: you can also use this to avoid posts over your notp, shows you’re not interested in or Eurovision in May. Bonus 2: xkit has dozens of other useful functionalities. 
  • Use washboard from mobile or work.
    Washboard is actually a site (h t t p s : which works as an intermediate between you and your dashboard. You can create your blacklist there or import it from xkit/tumblr savior. Bonus: since it actually simplifies the interface, your navigation will be much lighter and fast.
  • Examples of blacklists -
    xkit: “tbbt spoilers”,“taping*”,“taped*”,“tapping*”,“report* ”,“spoiler*”,“promotional photos*”,“promo*”
    ts: “tbbt spoilers”, “taping”, “report”, “spoiler”, “taped”, “tapping”, “promotional photos”, “promo”
    I also have whitelisted (i.e. posts are shown anyway if they contains these words):  “tbbtedit”,“review”,“tbbt gifs ” (to avoid some false positive after the episodes air) 
  • If you are an author/creator and you accept requests, you may want to specify in your ask/FAQ page you are not spoiled.
    This way people will know to not send requests based on spoilers.
  • Still, don’t be here on taping day.
    Suppose your filters are all correctly set. All the people you follow behave politely. No one reblogs adding spoilers. Still, the loading of the page maybe is too slow (filtering is applied after first load), or you may enter from the app, or your hand will just move on his own over that read more. Tapings are on Tuesdays. First news are usually out around 9-10 pm PT. If you live in Europe, around 7 AM. So, as a rule of thumb, think that Wednesdays are dark and full of spoilers.

This is more or less all I could think of. I really hope this could be useful to make everyone experience in the fandom more enjoyable. Now, time to return to our praying circles…


I grew up hiding fandom. My mom, I think, has a vague idea of what I write. I never have outright said it, but I think my sister told her at some point. 

She knows I write She’s never read anything I have ever done with me giving it to her. I didn’t know how to share it with her. She supported me with whatever I did, but she still doesn’t know. Not really. She did read something on my computer once that traumatized the shit out of her and she asked me if I needed to see a therapist, but she didn’t know it was fan fiction. 

I never really had a lot of friends involved in fandom. I treated it like my dirty little secret. I had a few friends in high school who had some kind of idea, and I would occasionally mention it to my little sister, but otherwise… silence.

I guess the first time I really had a fandom friend who really crossed into the real world was @cameoamalthea. Her husband and her friends taught me that being part of fandom outside of the internet was okay.

Still…. all my friends in real life now, years after, know I write. But I never talk about fandom. My friends don’t even know I play video games. Talking about fandom in real life is still hard.

Now, why is that? 

I guess it’s all about shame. I grew up with a supportive, albeit oblivious mom and a grandma who played video games. But the rest of my family wasn’t quite as kind. I think the humiliation happened when I was 12 and I was writing a story and my dad found it. It was a Harry Potter fan fiction, and he mocked me for it. He would just laugh any time he saw me with my pens and paper, repeating “Harry Potter?” in this ridiculous fake British accent.  

I hid my writing and thew it all away No physical copies of anything exist now of my early fandom years. I had badly-written fics that never saw the light of day because I was so embarrassed. 

I’m almost 26 and I never have talked with my dad about it. I just… I was so embarrassed and upset, and I still have that feeling of shame when I think about fandom. People mention fandom and I get a cold sweat if anyone is nearby who can listen in and understand and judge.

And that isn’t right. 

I shouldn’t be embarrassed about my love for writing. Maybe I am not good, but I love it. It is part of me. It always has and always will be. It’s something I know isn’t really that serious, but to me it’s part of my life. 

Boruto anime is really weird

Here are some of Boruto classmates in the school of wannabe protagonists ninja academy, they all look like they came from different anime worlds lol.

We have a goth loli that holds a pink bunny with her, there is a Kakashi fan, twin tails girl, cat girl she actually has a tail (somehow cat people are a thing now in the naruto universe). Delinquent with a garbage bag on his head.  and Elvis junior. 

There is also the class president that wears a japanese school uniform I wonder if maybe she can become a magical girl. (wouldn’t be surprised if she does). is it just me or does chocho looks and acts a lot like Ino for some reason.

I noticed quite frequently in the episode that the classmates in the background are like frozen in time with different poses, I guess SP are saving as much money as they can on the animation, only animating some characters while the rest are just stand in pictures.

Okay that bald guy is like 30 what is he doing in a kids classroom (someone should report that there is an intruder in the academy., It seems Shino has a fan or this shades kid with a snake like tattoo is suspicious.

The big bad creature of this arc. don’t worry we have Denki to the rescue.

Denki: Boruto-kun that is a gryphonmon watch out from the snake tail, let me check the internet to get more information on how to defeat it, but first let me check what is chakra in google.

Metal: that creature has no chance against shenron mwahahaha.

Goku: Oi Metal bring me back the dragon balls, can’t believe you just take them while I was sparring with your father.


When did the Sasuke retrieval team ever had a chance to take a picture?, it’s not that all of them were that close before that mission , and after the mission they were all hospitalized and Naruto left the village to train with Jiraya soon after, not to mention at that time period they didn’t have any digital cameras that we know of, well I guess considering there are also Minato pictures in the house they have some sort of photoshop jutsu.

Coffee Shop // Ethan Dolan Imagine

A/N: This is my first imagine so I hope you guys enjoy it! 

If you guys have any request for me I’ll gladly write them xx (: 


The tree’s danced along with the wind creating a soft melody with the leaves. The sky was looked grey with a small ray of light peeping through. The weather forecast for today predicated a beautiful sunny day, but instead we got a cloudy rainy one. Shows how not everything goes as planned. 

You sat on the booth farthest away from the door, and watched everyone run to the nearest building as the rain began to pitter down to the ground. Soon the streets were empty and the only thing you could see were the large puddles quickly forming inside the potholes on the streets. The coffee shop you were in was a bit empty and quiet. Apart from yourself there was a family of three, the workers, and another girl who was sitting three booths away from you. 

The small bell above the door rang grabbing your attention, a boy. He was wearing a black hoodie with what looked like tour dates on the back and a pair of camouflage pants. When he pulled down his hood you noticed his hair was up in a quiff. You watched him as he walked over to the barista and ordered his drink. He ordered a hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. Oddly enough it was the same drink you always ordered whenever you would come here. He soon sat down near on the table near the front and sat on his phone. He looked serious and thoughtful making you wonder what he could possibly be doing on his phone. 

“Ethan,” yelled the barista as he set his mug down on the counter. 


You thought to yourself as you, again, watched him get up to grab his drink. You knew you probably looked like a creep, but something about him intrigued you. He interested you for some unknown reason. 

Suddenly your eyes met and your face flared up in embarrassment of being caught. Quickly you turned your head around and looked out the foggy window. Wrapping your hands around the still warm hot chocolate you ordered twenty minutes ago, you pulled it up to your lips hoping the mug would cover up a majority of your face from his view. 

“Umm is this seat taken?” An awkward voice spoke from beside you. You looked up at him and softly shook your head no. 

You again, watched as he sat down in front of you and then looked down at the half empty mug in front of you. 

“My name’s Ethan Dolan,” he spoke shyly as he stuck his large hand for you to shake. This let you wonder how much courage it probably took for him to walk up and talk to you.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” You answered equally as shyly as he did. 

“Nice to meet you y/n. I couldn’t help but notice you staring at me since I walked in. I was curious to know why.” He asked as he wrapped his hands around his mug. 

“You intrigue me. Something about you does, but I just can’t quite put my finger on it just yet,” you answered in a soft tone as you looked up to him. 

In that moment your eyes were met with a pair of beautiful hazel eyes that carried this hint of green. You noticed a small birthmark near his eye and the small laugh lines surrounding the corner of his eye. 

“Really?” He asked while raising one of his bushy eyebrows and taking a drink out of his mug. “Yes, really.” You answered while tucking a piece of a hair strand behind your ear. 

“Well then Y/N, how about we ask each other some questions to get to know each other better? Maybe then you can figure out why I intrigue you so much.” He requested to you as he set his mug back down on the wooden table. 

“Sure. I’ll go first; what does the 4OU on your shirt stand for?” You asked him curiously. 

“It’s for the tour I went on with my twin brother. The tour dates on my back are from all the places we got to visit,” he spoke with a smile on his face. You also noticed how his eyes brighten when he talked about the tour. This was something you took note of for future reference. 

“What type of tour was this? Are you a singer?” You asked him while you leaned in interested in learning more about him and his career path. 

“Oh goodness no. I can’t sing to save my life.” He chuckled before continuing, “My brother and I, we are kind of comedians I guess you could say. We post goofy videos on the internet and have a few followers.” 

“Interesting career choice you have their Ethan,” you responded with a smile on your face. The two of you spent the rest of the evening talking to one another and getting to know each other. The two of you clicked instantly with so many common interest. 

You told him about your goals and how you saw yourself in a few years and vise versa. Yet you still couldn’t figure out why he intrigued you to much. Why you felt this pull towards him was a mystery to you. At first you thought it was that you two had a lot in common and would be great friends but after a while that thought went away. 

“I have to head home. It was great talking to you, and thank you for sitting here with me. Also sorry if I creeped you out with my staring.” You awkwardly laughed while collecting your bag getting ready to head out the door. 

“It was a pleasure to sit here with you, Y/N. I didn’t think you were a creep. Well maybe a little but I didn’t think you were that much of a creep. I mean I did sit with you for about…..” He paused as he checked his phone, “Whoa a full three hours.” 

“Yeah we did talk a lot. I guess I’ll see you around Jersey?” You asked hoping he would say yes. 

“Of course. Oh wait!” He exclaimed as he reached over to grab a napkin and a pen you had lying on the table. You watched curiously as he wrote something done. His fingers rushed to scribble down- to what looked like his phone number- on the white piece of paper. 

“Call me next time you want to hang out. I know this really good place for pizza if you want to go?” He asked once again returning to his shy demeanor. 

“Are you asking me on a date Ethan Dolan?” You teased while feeling a blush rise up onto your face. 

“Yes I am. I mean only if you want to go on the date. It’s fine if you don’t. Gosh did I just ruin a what could have possibly been a great friendship? I really suck at this don’t I?” He rambled on making you giggle. “Great now I embarrassed myself in front of you.”  

“No you didn’t. I think it’s cute,” You smiled while messing with your fingers as you felt excitement bubble up in your chest. The boy who you were slowly falling for just asked you out on a date. A food date to be exact. On the rare occasion you were invited out on a date it would always be the movies or some friends party. Your date would always say that he had eaten before going out and that he wasn’t feeling hungry, or that he thought you wouldn’t eat food in front of him. 

“So would you like to go?” He asked again pulling you out of your slight trance. 

“I’d love to go on a date with you. I’ll shoot you a text soon. Bye Ethan it was nice meeting you.” 

As you left the coffee shop you pulled you phone out and sent him:

Thanks for tonight, I’ll see you soon for our date xx 

Little did both of you know that you two meeting at that coffee shop would change your life completely. 

Originally posted by thedolangifs

Confessions of the Not-So Innocent (M)

Genre: Angst/Smut

Characters: Sehun/Chanyeol/Yixing/Jongdae

POV: First Person

Word Count: 2,125 

Plot: Will you lend an ear to a stranger?

Warning(s): Mature content & language

**Thank you to the wonderful @loser-dot-com​ for the awesome moodboard! <333**

Will you let me vent to you? I have something that I just need to get off my chest. 

You will?

Well… here goes nothing.

It’s been said before that we all have a story to tell, but mine is just a little more difficult to explain.

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People Change|1|

Pairing: Taehyung (V) x Reader (feat other members)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (future), Friends->Lovers, Fake relationship, Bad boy!Tae 

Words: 2,440 

A/n: Yes, there really are that many tropes all in one. All my weaknesses rolled up together and handed to you~ 

Summary:  Taehyung is always in the spotlight but he’s gotten used to it. That’s just what happens when you become an idol.  At some point, however, he started to rebel a little. The fact that he was being watched, preyed on by paparazzi and fans alike, only spurred him on. Sometimes this meant pushing the boundaries of fashion and gender-norms. Sometimes it means getting tattoos and getting tipsy on a Wednesday night. Other times it meant dating openly, casually, and recklessly. After one too many broken hearts glittering on display, Taehyung is backed into a corner. That’s where you come into play. 

Chapter One: Come on, Sugar 

Click! It’s always the first snap that catches his attention. It means probably ten or twenty pictures were already taken from a cell phone without flash. It means he’s being watched, not even in the subtle, sneaky kind of way. No, they know he can hear them and they aren’t hiding. It changes them from the buzzing bugs hiding in the corners to the predators surrounding him. Hungry eyes watch him, jowls heavy with greed. 

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anonymous asked:

Is it true you guys have a sexual predator on your server?

Hey, so I’m pretty sure you’re the same person who keeps sending multiple messages, and I know you’re on anon because I blocked your blog, but can y’all not do this today? You’re literally spamming our ask box and I know it’s a few of you taking turns sending messages @ this point.

Also, for those who’ve seen the post they’re trying to push around, the person behind it is pretty much using this as an excuse to to get back @ us for de-modding then later banning them from our server (for a variety of reasons). So that’s nice. Like, the person running the blog is an ex-mod who is trying to find multiple reasons to drag the blog/server down for their own gain, while also bullying/harassing someone else in the process.

No, we do not have a sexual predator on the server. They are not a risk to anyone on that server and are minding their own business after a group of people have gotten them kicked/banned from a multitude of other servers. We’ve talked to them about this, and we initially got told the wrong story by multiple people (that’s my bad; I got the ages mixed up from multiple sources and I admit that), but we’ve pretty much cleared it up at this point.

There is a two year difference between the parties involved, similar to a freshman in high school dating a junior or senior at said high school. It’s not uncommon. This person being accused also has begged for this issue to be dropped and for the person throwing accusations their way to stop it on their end, otherwise their parents will be involved. They’re not going to “prey” on anyone in our server. And if they do, and members come to us with proof? We’ll kick them out and apologize for the incident.

And the blog is trying to tote around screenshots they’ve conveniently cut and spliced together to paint an awful picture. Anyone who knows us, knows that the safety of our members is our #1 priority and if we genuinely thought the “sexual predator” was, in fact, a sexual predator, they wouldn’t be allowed within the server.

At the time of the DM’s, Ghost and I were both aggravated. I know Ghost said some things they don’t mean, because they were extremely heated when talking to helo572 (the person running the blog and also the ex-mod I mentioned). We were being antagonized the entire message and I knew helo572 would try to cut it up to make us look bad. I apologize if anything we said upsets people, but we were just trying to get helo572 off our backs because they would not stop stalking everything we do.

They’ve stalked our every movement, which is proven by a message we received in our ask box not long ago:

“so why ya’ll letting abusers into your server then modding the buttfuckers who enabled her in the first place? you all disgust me.”

We recently added some new mods to our server, so helo572 and their friends have been keeping tabs on that. No anon would know our mods are from their old Gency server except those in helo572′s group. I suspect they’re the ones also sending us literally five or six different messages, taunting us and harassing us.

If this so-called “sexual predator” makes anyone feel uncomfortable in our server? They’re getting the boot. Simple as that. But since they’re only looking to get away from the drama that seems to plague them (which helo572 and their friends continue to keep up), we’re going to allow them to stay because we’ve heard both sides of the story and understand that this isn’t simply black and white.

But the blog (I won’t give out the URL to avoid giving them anymore coverage) isn’t really looking out for people. They’re not doing this to make the community “safe” again. They’re doing this to get back at us for a grudge they hold and won’t rest until this person they’re accusing is wiped off the internet.

So to Pidge, Galaxy, and the rest of the crew? Please just leave us alone. Stop spamming our inbox. We don’t have the time or energy to keep this up and I would hope you were more mature than “callout culture” on Tumblr. Guess I was wrong.

Guys my age

Warnings: I might swear I dunno let’s just assume I always swear. Also age gap ( but like it’s legal ) if you’re not into that. 

 Summary: Where Y/N is scared to fall for Tom in fear of the dreaded age gap 

 A/N: okay so I’m like five years YOUNGER than Tom so let’s test out writing where Reader is five years OLDER than Tom. Also I have no idea how to be an adult so I’m sorry. I always try to not gender my writings so I tried to do the same when I referenced parents sorry if that came off a little weird in some places. (Hi its me editing on desktop??? why is everything here so much harder???)

Originally posted by tom-hollcnd

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Brief Hiatus Incoming!

Don’t worry, I’m fine! But I’m leaving for college tomorrow, and orientation is really long (about a week) and I know for a five day segment of the orientation I will have absolutely NO access to the internet, and during the rest of the week I’m guessing I’ll be super busy, so if you try to communicate with me or anything in that amount of time, just know, you probably won’t get a response for a little while.

Hopefully after orientation I’ll have just a little bit of free time every so often so I can keep up on playing and blogging! I’m guessing I won’t be able to be as active as I’ve been this summer, but I’m still fully open to RP what have you!

Wish me luck at college, too~

anonymous asked:

We love you darling! Please take the time you need off and just relax we don't need a super stressed out blogger because it's bad for all of our health so please darling get some rest and please take the next few days off the site you need it! (I'm not trying to sound mean just helpful in a way I guess)

Mm thank you, that’s not a bad idea actually. In a few days tho I’m not going to be as active because my younger brothers are starting online school. Our internet sucks so while they’re doing school I have'ta be offline so I’ll hopefully get plenty of time off.

My Father the Stranger - 7

Sorry for the long delay on this part! I’ve been really focusing on my other fic and have been just pecking away at this one as time allows! Hope you enjoy!

Part 7


Any chapter in this fic may contain purposeful content by the writer to induce: emotional distress, anxiety, and all of the feels! It is NEVER my intent to cause vomiting! ;)   (Seriously, could be one of my fav convos ever!)

Any chapter may also contain: swearing, violence/gore, angst (see above), mentions of death

My Father the Stranger Masterlist

Originally posted by negandarylsatisfaction

We had been on the road for days, constantly creeping closer to our destination. Being in the car with the Winchesters was highly amusing, they bickered and fought constantly, but it was clear that they loved each other more than anything in the world. They were all very good at trying to include me in their conversations, but I was still trying to come to terms with my new life, so I was not a very active participant.

Many nights we drove straight through the night, the three men switching driving as the rest of us slept. We ate more drive-thru food than I had ever eaten in my life, I was starting to wonder how they were all still alive. I guess when you hunt monsters for a living cholesterol is the least of your concerns.

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