and then i came across this


Ideas came from @kitsuneoftheorganization, thank you~~

V: *gets route*
MC’s across the world: *Running down streets, jumping from trees, climbing out windows, crawling out of manholes, parachuting down, and swimming across oceans to come and glomp V*
707: First you won’t answer my calls and now you steal my woman.

The frames is suck, I’m not used to it yet, sorry (T_T)

anonymous asked:

slavery is racist??? White people thought they were superior against black peoples and forced them into hard and heavy labor and trade and so many more terrible things, all because they thought they were SUPERIOR to black people

yeah that was my point – that example of slavery literally 100% was; i was arguing with somebody who said “well white people have been enslaved” and i was trying to explain to them how THAT was nothing to do with race. i’m sorry if it came across as me saying that The Slave Trade (y’know the one i mean. the big one. is there a historical name for it?) wasn’t to do with racism, it absolutely and 100% was.

A Haunting

Originally posted by whoeveryoulovethemost

This is for @huntingandwritingthings 500 Followers Celebration: SPN Cluedo Writing Challenge. I got the place, A manor living roomand the object ‘Chandelier’.

Characters: Y/n, Dean, Sam, OC Kim

Pairing: Dean x Y/n (FEMALE READER)

Warnings: Mostly angst, just angsty angst, Dean being a neglectful hubby and dad…terrified kid, haunting, scary shit…and a bit of fluff to end it all!!

Word count: 4509

Summary: Moving into a strangely affordable manor with your husband and daughter. What could go wrong?

A/N: Ok, so, my brain went weird with this and horror stuff happened. I don’t know if it’s actually scary, but I’m not a horror writer, so I don’t know how well it came across. Sorry for making Dean a shitty person…but I can kinda see him doing shit like this. I dunno. But I like it. Hope u like it!!

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“Daddy! I don’t like it!”

Dean sighed, looking down at Kim and smiling as best he could.

The move had been stressful.

Ever since Sam just up and left, everything had been a mess.

Dean had neglected both you and your daughter.

He took to drinking, while Sam was living it up in the city.

The house was no longer home to him. So he forced you to move.

You were against it.

Your daughter was against it.

But of course, if Dean made a decision, everyone had to fall in line, no matter what.

Keep reading

Popular Boy - Hwang Minhyun Requested Scenario


Summary: in which Minhyun is the popular boy on campus, making you wayyy to nervous to confess

Genre: fluff, collage!AU



I hurried my way across campus, nearly late for my final lecture of the day.

Freshers week was well over and it hit me hard.

“Y/N!” I heard.

Turning my head quickly, I saw my best friend, Lidia, running towards me.

“Y/N! Minhyun!” she exclaimed, getting closer.

I gave her a confused look and she sighed, running faster.

“Minhyun’s single!” she whisper shouted as she came next to me.

I shrugged, looking at the time and walking to class, “why should I care?”

“Do you not like him anymore?!” she exclaimed, “Y/N!”

“Lidia, I do still like him, but do you really think I’d confess?! I mean look at him! The news has already spread that he’s single,” I said, pointing to the end of the corridor where Minhyun stood, loads of girls around him.

“I have no chance,” I concluded, walking into the lecture room.

“You might!” she reasoned.

I shook my head as the lecturer walked in.

At the end of the lecture, I looked around for Lidia but she was already gone.

I sighed as I walked out of class, looking around.

I suddenly saw her, approaching Minhyun at the end of the corridor.

“Fuck,” I mumbled.

Lidia turned around, looking at me and waving before tapping Minhyun on the shoulder.

My heart started racing as I looked around frantically.

I ran out the building, straight to my dorm on the other side of campus.

I can’t believe she would do that! Minhyun’s the most handsome, popular, kind, smart boy on campus! No one’s going to let me live that down!

The next day, Saturday, I woke up, slightly dazed.

I hit my alarm clock and sat up straight, rubbing my eyes.

“Hello,” Lidia said, appearing next to me and making me scream, “oh shut up! You knew it was me!”

I sighed, “I’m not talking to you.”

I got up and walked to my living area which was also my kitchen area, dining area and work area.

“Y/N, you’re such a child,” she scoffed.

“Lidia! You’re the child! No one’s going to let me live it down! Especially those girls who chase after him!” I exclaimed.

I suddenly got hit by a pillow. Looking up, I saw Alex, my dorm mate, standing in the sleeping area.

“Shut up,” she groaned before diving straight back into her bed.

I glared at Lidia and she rolled her eyes.

“You should thank me,” Lidia said, “I mean, you definitely will after today.”

I looked at her confused but she waved and walked out.

“Lidia!” I shouted, going to get up.

“I swear to god!” Alex shouted back.

I sighed, leaving Lidia and getting myself ready for work.

As I walked into work, I glanced at the clock; 9:45. Another 5 hours and I can leave.

It wasn’t that bad, it was a small little café but everyone on campus knew about it, making it pretty busy around brunch time on Saturday and Sunday, exactly when I worked.

I put on my apron and stood behind the desk, cleaning the surface and sorting out the cakes in the glass container until the bell rang, it continued ringing throughout the day until it was nearly lunch time.

“Hello! Welcome to Cat’s Café, what can I—”

I stopped, glancing up and seeing Minhyun.

“Uh, what-what can I get f-for you?” I finished, looking back down.

“Umm,” he paused, “I don’t know, what do you recommend?”

“Uhhh,” I stalled, looking up at him, what do I say?!

“I usually like weak coffee, like flavoured stuff,” Minhyun said, “oh! And chocolatey snacks.”

I giggled, “then I recommend the strawberries and cream creamy for a drink and this rocky road to eat.”

“Exactly that then,” Minhyun said, smiling at me, making my heart flutter.

“Okay, that’s ₩10,000,” I said, putting it into the machine.

He handed me a couple of notes and went to sit down.

“Isn’t that the most popular boy on campus?!” Mina gasped.

I smacked her arm, “shut up!”

“I’m just saying!” she exclaimed, “you better have recommended something good.”

She made his strawberries and cream creamy and I got his rocky road, putting it on a tray.

I picked it up and walked over to Minhyun, putting his cup and plate in front of him.

“Thank you!” he said, “hey, Y/N, do you have a minute?”

“Um, it’s like five minutes until my lunch break,” I said in a questioning voice, my heart still fluttering at the fact that he knows my name.

“Okay, I’ll wait,” Minhyun said.

It was really quiet in the next five minutes, making time move even slower.

Finally, they passed, making me hang up my apron and go sit opposite Minhyun.

“Oh hey, has it been five minutes?!” he exclaimed, “that was quick.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “so what did you want to talk about?”

“Oh right, so your friend, Lidia? Said that you needed to talk to me but didn’t know how so, I guess, I, kind of, you know, spoke to you,” Minhyun said.

“Well actually, I just, she just, she was being a bit stupid,” I explained.

Minhyun burst out laughing.

“What?!” I exclaimed.

“We’re in college and the best insult you can come up with is ‘stupid’,” Minhyun laughed.

I blushed, “well yeah. How did you know it was an insult anyway?!”

“Because it happens all the time, friends being dicks by telling someone they want to talk to them when actually it’s not something they want the person to know,” Minhyun said.

I nodded, “sounds like you understand.”

“Of course,” Minhyun said, “popularity makes you have more things to hide.”

“Who said you were popular?” I asked, laughing.

He raised his eyebrows and I laughed harder.

“Okay, okay,” I chuckled, “maybe you’re a bit popular.”

Minhyun laughed sarcastically, “thanks.”

“Seriously though, I’m not being nosy but how do you understand? Anyone would be glad to accept your emotions, even if they’re negative!” I exclaimed.

Minyun laughed, “that doesn’t stop me from being shy.”

I nodded, “I know the feeling far too well.”

With you you idiot.

“How long is your break?” Minhyun asked, looking at his watch.

“About half an hour, it depends how generous Mina is being,” I said.

Minhyun chuckled.

I wish I could hear that everyday.

“Well how generous is she feeling today?” Minhyun asked, deliberately looking at Mina.

“If it’s you, Minnhyun, very,” Mina said, blushing slightly.

“So would you mind if I took Y/N out for a bit?” Minhyun asked.

“Of course not!” she exclaimed.

Minhyun bowed, thanking her.

“I better still be getting paid for this,” I said, pointing at Mina.

“I’ll make sure of it,” Minhyun whispered, standing up and motioning for me to come with him.

I felt a slight blush rise to my cheeks as I stood up and followed Minhyun out the door.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, “this is suppose to be your lunch break isn’t it?”

“Ah, no it’s fine,” I said, shaking my hands.

“Are you sure? We can go get crepes,” Minhyun said.

I shook my head, my stomach rumbling at the same time.

Minhyun laughed, “come on.”

He took my hand, making my cheeks go a bright shade of red.

“Oh sorry,” Minhyun quickly apologized as he looked back at me, “is this okay? Our hands?”

“Oh yeah, it’s fine, I don’t mind,” I said, feeling my heart racing in my chest.

Minhyun chuckled, “good, I thought I scared you.”

You could never do that.

As we walked Minhyun babbled on about anything and everything until we finally reached the market.

“Shit!” I exclaimed.

Minhyun laughed, “what?”

“I left my purse at work!” I exclaimed, stopping.

“Don’t worry! I’ll pay!” Minhyun exclaimed.

“The fact that we’re both students makes me 100 times more grateful,” I said as he took me over to the stall and ordered for us both.

He laughed, “honestly it’s nothing.”

“Hey,” I said, as we both took our crepes, starting to eat, “isn’t that Emilie?”

“Where? Shit, I think it is,” Minhyun replied, “I’m so sorry, here, follow me.”

He took my hand again, making my heart flutter again, as he led me out the market.

He sat down and I sat next to him, just as I finished my crepe.

“So why did you want to take me out of work?” I asked.

“Because your little comments made me a little more confident,” Minhyun explained, “but first I should tell you more. So basically, my friends, you remember? The dicks? Yeah well, them, they found out the girl that I liked and decided to drop hints to her about the fact that I liked her. Luckily, no matter how smart she is, she can’t seem to pick up any of the hints.”

I kept nodding, trying to listen but feeling my heart ache every time he talked about this girl.

“But yesterday, her best friend came to me and told me how she felt about me, no hint dropping, just straight facts. She told me that the girl I like has feelings for me but doesn’t want to tell me. She then told me where I could find her and that even if I don’t like her back, not to hurt her.” My heart started racing more and more as it became suspiciously more and more like my story. “And actually, she’s obviously not that observant because I still don’t think she can see what I’m saying.”

“No, I-I think she realises,” I said, “and I think she’s quite happy about it.”

Minhyun quickly breathed in, sounding like a gasp, but no sound came back out.

“Breath you idiot,” I laughed, putting my hand on his cheek.

“But, I, you-” he stopped, recomposing himself, “-you have no idea how long I’ve waited for you to tell me that.”

I grinned as Minhyun leaped up, pulling me into his arms and spinning me round and round.

“Minhyun!” I shouted, laughing louder and louder, “Minhyun! I’m dizzy!”

He laughed as well, setting me down on the ground, “you’re also late.”

He showed me the time on his phone and I panicked.

“Minhyun!” I exclaimed.

“It’s fine, I’ll take you, Mina seems to excuse me,” he said.

“But you’re mine now,” I smiled, starting to walk back.

“I don’t think we ever agreed on that,” Minhyun said jokingly.

I pulled away, looking at him with a pout.

“Y/N,” Minhyun began.


“Will you be my girlfriend?”

I started walking, “maybe.”


anonymous asked:

stay stay stay exists even girl@home is better than that

you mean to tell me that when taylor says “I’m pretty sure we almost broke up last night
I threw my phone across the room at you
I was expecting some dramatic turn-away
But you stayedThis morning I said we should talk about it
‘Cause I read you should never leave a fight unresolved
That’s when you came in wearing a football helmet and said “okay, let’s talk."And I said,
Stay, stay, stay
I’ve been lovin’ you for quite some time, time, time
You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad
But I think that it’s best if we both stayBefore you, I’d only dated self-indulgent takers
That took all of their problems out on me
But you carry my groceries, and now I’m always laughin’
And I love you because you have given me no choice but toStay, stay, stay
I’ve been lovin’ you for quite some time, time, time
You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad
But I think that it’s best if we both stay, stay, stay, stayYou took the time to memorize me
My fears, my hopes, and dreams
I just like hangin’ out with you, all the time
All those times that you didn’t leave
It’s been occurring to me I’d like to hang out with you, for my whole lifeStay, and I’ll be loving you for quite some time
No one else is going to love me, when I get mad, mad mad
So I think that it’s best if we both stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stayStay, stay, stay
I’ve been lovin’ you for quite some time, time, time
You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad
But I think that it’s best if we both stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, stayStay, stay, stay
I’ve been lovin’ you for quite some time, time, time
You think that it’s funny when I’m mad, mad, mad

anonymous asked:

I'm not originally in the Gillovny fandom, but I got hooked and I read your blog on a daily basis now. I never felt like I was legit enough to send you an ask, but since you had this fan of The Crown anon and we're talking about fandom colluding, I thought I'd go for it. I'm a fan of Orlando Jones, I love his humor and his talent and the way he interact with us, fans is amazing. I came across the Gillovny fandom because of his ship on Twitter, and so I discovered Tumblr and your blog because he

(2) because he interacts with you sometimes. You’re quite famous in his fandom if you didn’t know that before! I wanted to write you because I understand that there’s different community in your fandom, and as I see it the fans of Gillian Anderson have treated Orlando Jones very poorly. I read some virulent insults against him from bloggers who were so proud of themselves to shit on him. I know you never did that. I never sent them asks, but I still would like to understand why. Orlando LOVES Gillian. He worships her and he never fails to talk about her with pride and care. He loves the idea of Gillovny too, which is a beautiful idea based on love, respect, and deep feelings. I don’t know how one can dislike this idea. Anyway, I digress, I just wanted to say thank you for being nice with Orlando Jones, and thank you for your blog. Could you also tag him so he sees my message if you don’t mind :) (and sorry for my English, I’m Italian, not from Portofino haha)


First of all, don’t apologize for your English, no one will blame you for that here! And then, thank you for writing me, you’re as legit as anyone else! I love Orlando to the moon, not only because of who he ships, but I love his acting too. He was great in American Gods, I wish we would have seen him more, and it’s funny because just yesterday, I watched “Madiba” where he plays Oliver Tambo, and he’s really good and moving in it. 

I despise the fuel he got from some people here, and I do not understand it. He’s a shipper. We’re all shippers, and there’s nothing wrong in it, no matter who you are, famous or not. I read some crazy stuff such as he was supposedly an anti-feminist who was trying to decide what Gillian should do with her body and who she should sleep with. Or that he was using Gillovny to gain some popularity. I found all this beyond stupid. He’s a fan who happens to be famous, so his voice reaches more people than ours, but how is it a problem? Being a fan, and being a shipper is supposed to be fun and entertaining, and that’s what he is. He never disrespected neither Gillian nor David. You’re right, he worships her and he’s friend with him. He even said they’re both okay with him publicly shipping them, so it’s really not for us to judge. Those people who were insulting him appeared to me as jealous and petty for nothing. They don’t have his talent, nor his popularity, nor his relationship with David and they wish people would follow them as they follow him. They run blogs for Gillian to see, which won’t happen. Based on nothing but their hate, they think Gillian isn’t okay with Orlando Jones doing what he does, so they throw shit at him. They don’t realize that if she indeed, wasn’t okay with it, he would have stopped a long time ago. 

I’m just happy and grateful to have him in our fandom. He doesn’t take Gillovny as seriously as we do here, and he’s probably right! He doesn’t give a shit, he lets his inner fangirl out, he’s not hurting anyone, and he doesn’t allow a few haters to get under his skin. I love him for that.

But you know, you shouldn’t be angry at those people. I always feel like when you can’t disagree with someone without throwing insults and dirty words everywhere, you’re always the looser and I feel sorry for you. If they can’t understand the concept of being a shipper, they’re really missing something beautiful. Painful sometimes, but beautiful still. 

And there you go, @theorlandojones, you have real fans in this fandom :) (just stop saying the word Gillovny, please. You can’t pronounce it, and no one is allowed to. Never. Thank you. :D)

anonymous asked:

Hello. I was wondering - did you came across upon an edit, here on tumblr, with ending cards from Shingeki no Bahamut? Some are so pretty, that it would be a shame to not reblog it, but unfortunetely I couldn't find any myself...

Well, in fact I AM MYSELF doing such edit but I want to post it when the anime ends and/or when I get all the endcards. I was thinking about of post such edit in two parts because they are many but I really don’t know what to do… 

Anyway, here you have a lil preview:

And a second version with one of my PSDs:

I will think about it but I’m accepting suggestions! ;^)

anonymous asked:

Hey, so i recently came across lots of aphobia in a place that I thought would be safe for ace and aro people. Do you have any tips on feeling better?

I’m so sorry. Talking to fellow a-spec people, or just supportive people, going through positivity blogs (discoursers will use the tags unfortunately). Jeffrey marsh’s support videos, asexual playlists (there are some on 8tracks). Feel-good activities.

choices, sartorial & otherwise (3432 words) 

Fandom: Riverdale (TV 2017) // Relationships: Betty Cooper/Jughead Jones

post ep for 1x13 because there can never be too many versions of that trailer scene 

It takes maybe a minute for the gang to leave, presumably the same way they came – with the the thud of boots across the rain-soaked dirt and the bark of dogs and the rev of too many engines firing all at once. The whole time all Jughead thinks is, how? How the hell did he not hear them coming? How the hell did he not see this coming?

Well, no, that’s not really all he thinks.

He thinks about the girl hovering in his doorway, the one he was so caught up in just now – is so caught up in always – that he didn’t even notice half a god-damn biker gang until they’d already descended on him. He watches Betty as she watches the Southside Serpents go and he can’t shake the feeling that he might be watching her go too, even as she’s standing still.

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Gym Tales—Episode 5

July 25th, 2017

I should have known when I, the half blind lady, walked into the gym and tripped over a black pair of adult sized shoes left in the middle the black carpeted traffic path in the foyer, that it was not going to be a pleasant visit. The episode soured my mood—I had no tolerance for idiots after that, and boy, was it a bad day not to have tolerance for idiots. 

The gym was crowded. It was full of people who are not regulars—full of people who [cough, cough] couldn’t remember where they found things, so they left everything in the spot where they finished using it.

There was also a senior citizen there who used all the momentum she could possibly build to swing around free weights and kettlebells. I, sure she was going to launch something heavy across the room, was afraid for my life to be anywhere near her. 

About 15 minutes into my workout, a group of six people I had never seen before came in. They didn’t know what the hell they were doing, and they basically stood around, played with things, and got in everyone else’s way. I gave up on my shoulder exercises and headed to the treadmill to wait out their stay. The only other “regular” in the place followed me there. I almost laughed out loud. The guy never does cardio. 

Ten minutes into my run, I was struck with period cramps. I slowed to a walk, and then went home. 

Siege of Command

It was quiet, far too calm for a normal evening at Guard Command. Men and woman in uniform shifted uncomfortably with the recent tensions rising with the Undead Scourge it looked all too certain that another attack would be imminent. They stood idly adjust their armor, and sharpening weapons, anything to keep themselves busy and minds off of what was to come. Five was the number of guardsmen that had been mustered to stand with baited breath as the winds whispered “They come..”. All would look towards the archways of the yard eyes fixed in anticipation, the stench of rot fouling the air and the streets echoing with a thunderous clap. 

 From around the the twisting corridors of Old town came a horrendous fog that rolled across the cobblestones engulfing darkened figures with luminescent eyes that embodied death itself. “PERCY!” The fog parted as if on command to allow a horse to strive forward reveling no other than the Scourge Lord himself. “I have come for your head!” He shouted with a seething hatred that chilled men to the core. In response one of the Guardsmen, Wallace, would point his brothers and sisters in arms. “Brandstone! Rin! Magnus! With me!” Unsheathing their weapons they ran to defend the archways while an Elf, Yaesa, had mounted a hippogriff and took to the skies. 

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

Moments later as they reached the archways they took up a defensive stance in the hopes of fending off a charge. The fog had full evaporated revealing his pawns in droves leaving the guardsmen outnumbered three to one. Galloping forward two widely known horsemen confronted them and spoke in metallic empty voices. The first to speak was the one known as Pale Rider whom was not known for his generosity. “Stand aside and we may yet let you live.” The second would be known as Thane Thromil Blackforge whom had called out two men within the Guards. “Wallace! Brandstone! Do not force our hands! Stand down!”. 

In sheer defiance and with duty in mind they’d all stand united, though few in number. Shouting at the top of their lungs they’d spit out phases like. “Never you Scourge Filth!” or “Traitors!”. The horsemen nodded and dismounted their steeds drawing upon their own weaponry the ones that glowed with strangely etched runes. With this final gesture Wallace rose his sword charging forward with four others close behind. “For Lorderon! For Stormwind!” The battle had begun. 

Originally posted by headlesssamurai

anonymous asked:

Green, but then Red in a cheesy turn of events 💖

oh my , im glad you changed your mind and im sorry i came across as unlikeable at the start !! 🙇🙇

snugglesterr  asked:

While everybody's talking about their favorite fics I'd like to add The Blind Boy was like,,,, amazing, and I absolutely loved it!!! It was Quality Content!

AH thank you so much!!! i’ve always really loved writing blind/deaf aus for some reason? and writing a chaptered one was just me indulging myself and i think how much i was enjoying it came across in the writing <3

anonymous asked:

In the preview u said that the saviors organs arent shiny on the inside of her body. Was that an artistic choice. Please,explain your reasoning(didnt mean to sound like a douche sorry i it came across like that).

I’m not sure if you’re serious, but on the off chance you are, the line said the inside of The Savior’s body looked the same as all women. It’s not an artistic choice but a fact, seeing as The Savior isn’t exactly human and it’s logical to assume She wouldn’t have a human anatomy.

anonymous asked:

So I came across The Fault in our Stars MMXIV sung by Troye Sivan and was immEDIATELY STRUCK BY A BARRAGE OF SHEITH FEELS AND FAST FORWARD A COUPLE OF DAYS, I'M DYING, HELP 😭😭😭😭😭😭

And I don’t want to say goodbye
Someone tell me why
I just want to see the stars with you


JK, I love pain. Thank you so much for sharing this. <3 I’m adding it to my multiple Sheith playlists, in which Troye Sivan features heavily 😉

Here is a spotify link for the giant hodge podge master list though! (FYI it’s unorganized because I have multiple actually organized Sheith playlists… because I’m crazy. 😁)