and what makes you reblog it

hey everyone! given the current blow up that is happening (read about it here. I won’t reblog just because I’m sure if you follow me you follow other Star Trek blogs and will be subjected to it a lot over the next few days) I just want to say that I love all the beautiful people here who make amazing art and write amazing fic and do amazing cosplay. you’re all amazing and special and I’m really proud to be in a fandom with YOU. you are what makes this fandom a beautiful place.

I’m so sorry that this has happened and made everyone scared and upset. I’m thinking of you and I love you <3

Nova vs chapter 21: I am as surprised as you are.

Top of the time of day to you! Mr.E here and I hope you had an amazing week!

Here we are the next chapter of the nova vs series. sorry my life is getting more chaotic and it kept piling up BUT it’s here and I hope you enjoy it.

thank you for every reblog and like and general comment. they mean a lot to  me and make writing so much fun. I deeply appreciate it. thank you all so much

So that’s it for me. I have a spider man homecoming au and birthday gift to work on! so have a great week everyone, enjoy and I shall have a story up soon!

If you are wondering what this is all about here is the link to the first chapter on FF it is basically a star vs future au. 

Notification squad: @hipster-rapunzel @artgirllullaby @isolated-frequencies @minthia-ren @thefandombytes @nerdymetalhead 

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anonymous asked:

Do you think INTP x INTJ has potencial as a couple? How could I know if an INTJ likes me? ~INTP

Yes, definitely. What I noticed for INTJs is:

- Will make time for you

- Will make awkward eye contact with you across the room multiple times

- Will text you a lot

- Will talk about really deep topics with you

- Will turn into an adorable awkward lovable mess when around you

- Will not get mad at you (often or at all)

I’ll see if I can get the bf to reblog this and add some more. 😉 Thanks, though, this allowed me to relive the cute pre-dating time with him, (he’s very cute)

- INFP Mod

Caught  |part 2|

Originally posted by cutae-hyungie

Genre: Fluff, Mermaid!AU

Word Count: 2,541

Summary: When you decided to help your dad on his fishing boat for the day you never thought you’d end up catching something other than a fish in your net, but when you found yourself looking into the deep brown eyes of a mermaid you don’t know what to think anymore.

A/N: I decided to make it into a mini series of sorts because I really wanted to continue it. Who knows how long it will be though so it might not even be a mini series. Also I’m glad some of you guys actually like this au like it increases my motivation tenfold every time someone reblogs or comments on it I just alkjhdsgkjanksajh. You guys are great thank you so much! 

Part 1

You had told your father that you didn’t know how he ended up getting caught in your net, you just knew that he lost his memory and for some reason was naked. This led him to assume that Taehyung had been in some sort of shipwreck and now, after giving him some clothes to change into, he was driving the ship back to the dock where you said you would take him to the hospital. Which was another lie because how were you going to take him to the hospital when he’s a mermaid? Obviously there have to be some differences in anatomy there. Or did the kiss change all that? 

It was all very confusing and messy and as you stood outside the door of the cabin waiting for the mermaid to change into clothes your father had given him you couldn’t stop thinking about how exactly you would deal with this. As soon as you got to your house you were going to have a long talk with him about what exactly was going on and why a kiss from you gave him legs. 


The sound came from inside the room and truthfully you didn’t want to know what had happened, but you didn’t have a choice. “Are you okay in there?” 

“N-no…How do you wear these, they’re so constricting!” The mermaid complained, and you heard him still struggling with whatever article of clothing he was attempting to wear. Legs were still new to him so he needed help getting to the room and you had hoped he wouldn’t need help getting dressed. 

You sighed, already regretting what you were about to do, and turned around to open the door and attempt to help him. When you opened the door you were prepared to have to see his naked form again but this time you were greeted by the sight of Taehyung laying on the floor partially wearing your father’s large shirt while trying to pull a pair of obviously too big sweatpants up his legs. Fortunately he had managed to already get underwear on so you weren’t as surprised as you had been earlier. 

“If you managed to get the underwear on I don’t see how the rest of this is a problem.” You commented as you walked over to help him get back on the bed and in sitting position. 

Taehyung pouted at you as he sat up and the pants fell to the floor. “I’ve never worn clothes before so everything is a problem.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought about these problems before kissing me then.” You retorted, making him frown.

“I don’t need your help then, I’ll get it on by myself.” You wanted to laugh at how  pouty he sounded but you decided that it wouldn’t help your case with him. 

Grabbing onto the shirt, you straightened it out and helped him put it on right before buttoning it up. Your dad’s shirt was obviously too big on the skinnier man and you thought it looked cute the way it hung on him and swallowed him up. You rolled up the sleeves for him so his hands were visible and when you were finished with that you looked down to the sweatpants that had fallen to his ankles and you realized he had accidentally put both legs in the same hole. “How did you manage to do that when you put on the underwear perfectly fine?” 

“I don’t know, this one was bigger than the underwear it was confusing.” 

You didn’t want to ask how it was confusing for him, instead you reached down and fixed his pants then helped him pull them up before finally settling and looking at him, ready to talk about serious things. “Now that thats finished, whats the deal with the whole kiss thing?” 

His eyes went wide and he started to nibble on his bottom lip as he looked away from you. “Ah, the kiss? Well I needed someone human to kiss me so I could get these.” He patted his thighs for emphasis. 

“Why did you need someone to kiss you? Was I the first human you came across and you decided that I would be the perfect person to trick?” Your question was a bit passive aggressive now that you heard it out loud but you didn’t care. 

“You weren’t the first human I came across, but you are the first person to actually kiss me. A lot of humans don’t seem to take kindly to someone rising from the ocean and asking for a kiss and I learned that the hard way.” 

You laughed at his story, imagining how confused the poor people he came across must’ve been when they encountered a random man in the ocean requesting a kiss. Did they know he was a mermaid or did they just see his top half and figure he was a creep? Either way the visual was funny in your head. 

“The kiss must’ve been something really important to you if you were willing to just approach random humans to get it.” 

He whipped his head to look at you and his brown eyes held yours as he smiled  brightly. “It is very important to me! The most important thing! I’m very thankful for you [Y/N], because you helped me get it!” 

For a moment you wanted to be happy for him because the joy on his face was infectious and made you want to smile. But then you remembered that he had stolen the kiss from you and overall you were still suspicious about the kiss and what exactly he would gain from getting legs. It made you feel a bit bitter and brought backache memory of the salty taste of the ocean from his lips. You cringed just thinking about it. 

“Just don’t do it again. Its really rude to just kiss somebody without their consent.”

His smile faded and he nodded as he looked back down to his feet. “I know, I’m sorry about that. I just really needed it and I was sure you were my only chance. I really feel like you’re the one.” 

The one? The one for what? Before you could answer the door to the room swung open and you looked over to see your dad standing there, looking at the two of you warily. “We’re docked now so you should get going if you’re gonna take him to the hospital.” 

“Alright, we’ll go.” You stood and looked over to Taehyung to offer a hand because you knew he was still unsteady on his new legs and would need help getting off the boat and all the way to your car. He grabbed your hand with his much larger one and you helped him hoist himself up onto his feet. From there you went up to the top deck and helped him down to the dock. He did most of the work but you could see how much effort he had to put into it with the way his face contorted in pain when he put a little bit too much pressure on his legs.

Eventually you got him all the way to your car which, thankfully, wasn’t too far away. You put him in the car and then made sure to tell your dad you would take him to the hospital and call him when you got home. When your dad walked away you started your car and drove toward your home. 

As soon as you started driving you noticed the excitement on Taehyung’s face and you realized this would have been the first time he got to ride in a car. He was absolutely delighted with the wide boxy smile on his face giving away his joy, he pressed his face against the window, like it would give him a closer look at the buildings and people he passed. 

“I’ve always seen these but I never thought I would actually ride in one.” He said and looks back over at you and for a second before biting his lip and turning back to the window. 

You lowered the window all the way down to give him a look behind the glass and even if you didn’t think he could get happier he did. He put his head partially out so he could feel the wind against his face and let it blow his blond hair gently. Although you had wanted to stay neutral towards him right now you couldn’t help but  look at him and find him cute. 

As you drove past stores fronts and restaurants Taehyung took it upon himself to lean out the window at every stop sign or red light and yell a friendly“Hello!” to passersby. To you it was a bit embarrassing but for him it was like his first ever interactions with the human world and humans that weren’t you or your father and he couldn’t be more excited. It was kind of cute to see him so excited but your embarrassment out weighed the cute and as soon as you could you sped up, hoping to get to your home faster. 

Once you actually did get there you sighed in relief before proceeding to help Taehyung into your apartment building. 

“You live here?” He asked and stared in amazement at the building that towered over him. 

You shrugged as well as you could from your position under his arm. “I live in one of the units here. Its an apartment building, lots of people can live in one huge building like this.”

Taehyung continued to look up at the building for a bit until you ushered him into the lobby of the building. Once inside you were glad to see the elevator was available because you were not going to use the stairs to drag this tall man up to the fifth floor of the building to the apartment when half the time you didn’t have the stamina to drag yourself up the stairs either.

The two of you got in the elevator and were accompanied by a little old lady that you recognized because she lived a couple doors down from you. You gave her a friendly smile that she returned before you pressed the button for the fifth floor and the elevator doors began to close. You and Taehyung stood on one side while the older lady stood on the other and for a second it was a peaceful ride until you recognized the smell. 

You really couldn’t tell anything was wrong until you noticed the woman scrunching up her nose and trying her hardest to stealthily block her nose with her finger. Thats when you decided to take a whiff and you were hit with the intense smell of fish. You wanted to gag, but held it in out of politeness and instead you pinched your nose with your fingers so you wouldn’t smell it. 

Looking over at Taehyung, you found that he wasn’t disturbed by the smell at all and was instead in awe at the elevator, looking at the buttons and the mirrors surrounding the walls. Maybe he was used to the smell of fish because he lived among them? 

Finally the elevator beeped and the doors opened on your floor, letting fresh air into the tight space and freeing the poor old lady from the smell. She hustled down the hall to her door as you pulled Taehyung from pushing any buttons on the elevator and helped him walk the few feet to your familiar door, the gold 507 was slightly rusted but always a sight that relaxed you because you recognized it as home. 

You fished in your pants pocket for your keys and when you reached them you quickly unlocked your door because Taehyung was leaning on your shoulder and it was beginning to become uncomfortable and the smell of fish was more potent than ever. Finally, when you were in the house you sat him down on your old couch and plopped down beside him, to rest for a minute before deciding to do something about that smell. 

“This smell is killing me we need to bathe.” You sighed as you struggled to convince yourself to stand again as your laziness set in. 

“What smell?” Taehyung quirked his eyebrow and leaned over to sniff you. 

“We smell of fish, but you probably can’t tell because you don’t know what fish smell like.” Now that you think about it you don’t know how you didn’t notice earlier considering he was literally rolling in fishing earlier. Maybe this whole thing about him being a mermaid was enough to distract you from such a pungent smell. Either way you’d like to get rid of it before your roommate gets home. 

“I know what fish smell like!” 

“Really? Well what do they smell like?” 


“I mean……You got me there.” You shrugged before pushing yourself off the couch and helping Taehyung to the bathroom where you sat him on the toilet. With him sitting there you turned to the tub to start running water and then turned back to him. 

“Alright well to bathe you just….like wash your body with this soap thoroughly and you won’t smell anymore hopefully. You might have to wash a few more times though considering you lived with fish and then rolled around in them on the boat.” You explained 

Taehyung nodded. “Do I do this without the clothes?” 

“Yes, I can wash the clothes separately in my washing machine you just have to wash your body.” 

“Why can’t I just wash my clothes and my body at the same time.” 

You stopped for a moment about to question: why can’t you wash your clothes and your body at the same time? Before shaking the question from your thoughts. You might be going crazy. “It just doesn’t work that way, anyway, you can just get in the tub, take your clothes off, and wash until the smell of fish is completely gone. I have other things to do so call if you need anything.” 

Before he could say anything else you turned the bath water off and left the bathroom to go get some more clothes for him from your roommate’s room. While you were there you decided to send a quick text to let him know you were just borrowing some of his clothes for a bit. 

To: Sweet Stuff 

I’m borrowing some clothes! I won’t take anything expensive, love you! :)

You decided that was good enough and started going through his drawers for something not expensive and something that would fit Taehyung’s long body, when suddenly you heard a loud splash come from the bathroom. In your mind you were hoping he just slipped and caused some water to spill but didn’t accidentally knock himself out somehow. 

“[Y/N]!” Taehyung called and you sighed heavily before going back to the bathroom. You didn’t even hesitate this time before swinging the door open and looking straight at Taehyung and his…tail that was hanging out the other end of the bathtub. 

“Uh….I think I’m going to need another kiss.” He smiled sheepishly.

You could practically feel your soul leave your body. 

skeletontemple  asked:

Beren and Luthien for the blog meme?


  • their blog url: abirdinthehand (because she is Tinuviel do you get it Thingol)
  • the kind of posts they reblog: 10 Money Saving Things To Make With The Skin Of A Defeated Foe, beard care tips, smug vegan posts
  • the first person they followed: Barahir
  • what kind of theme they’d have: The man lives in the woods killing orcs with his teeth. He has the default. 
  • what kind of text posts they make at 2am: ‘ok guys so I need a really excellent zinger, tell me what you think of these? ‘don’t worry, your daughter’s in safe hand’, ‘everything’s under control but for a while things got a little out of hand’, ‘Talk about biting the hand that feeds you!’, ‘so we got the Silmaril but we got caught red handed’ idk I don’t think I like any of them tbh.’


  • their blog url: hairtodaygonetomorrow
  • the kind of posts they reblog: You know that post with pictures of cats wearing hats made out of their own hair? Also commissioned art of her and her boyfriends’ fursonas. 
  • the first person they followed: Daeron for his great dance tracks. (She never blocked him when he got weird, she just….tumblr savioured his name)
  • what kind of theme they’d have: ‘to music of a pipe unseen’ implies an embedded player. 
  • what kind of text posts they make at 2am: ‘When I’m 80 dad’s all like ‘nooo Luthien you can’t have a treehouse, it’s too dangerous’ and now I’m 1800 suddenly it’s all treehouse all the time, like srsly fuck this?’

I reached 413 Followers! :D *dances*

To celebrate, I’m doing a giveaway! The prize is are as listed above. :3

To enter, simply reblog this and be one of my followers! (Joining during the span of the contest is totally okay, as long as you’re a follower when the time comes!) I’ll count multiple reblogs multiple times, within reason. (I don’t want to encourage spamming! ;P)

I’ll be making a list of entries and picking from a Random Number Generator.

Contest ends Friday the 4th of August! I will try to Stream the lotto that day, assuming there are no technical difficulties! :3 (I might even do some bonus sketch prizes for those who attend the stream! ;3)

Thank you all so much for your support. <3

If you have any questions about what I’d draw or the giveaway, please feel free to ask! :3

the cult ending hype pisses me off so fucking much like

there’s finally this really positive, lighthearted, narratively satisfying portrayal of LGBT people and STILL you demons insist on making it about DARK and EDGY and PAIN like. hey! guess what! go take one of the other TON of LGBT media where the people in it are demonized, darkened, killed, etc.! keep ya grubby mitts off the nice stuff!!!!! PLEASE

(please don’t reblog this i dont need a bunch of angry anons i just wanna vent)

chrlieweasleys’ almost-300 follower celebration!

(one of these days i’ll make a banner but i have a cold right now so forgive my lack of effort) so, because i can’t believe almost 300 of you are following this stupid ass, i’m celebrating in style! yay! thanks everyone!


  • should be following this absolute rarepair loser
  • pls reblog this post (likes don’t count sorry!)
  • maybe read some of the trash i write?
  • blacklist chrlie’s almost 300 if you don’t want to see this
  • tell me what’s up in your ask! how you’re feeling, how your day’s been, etc.
  • you can send one of each!

send me…:

i love ya’all and hope you guys have a fab day and are healthy

Beauty in my world

I’m gonna make a WHOLE post about this because it means a lot to me and I will be reblogging the shit out of this.

My name is Jozi, my mom picked that name because she wanted me to look like the celebrity she picked it from. Tall, blond, curvy, beautiful.
I was born with dark skin, black hair and chubby cheeks.
A year later I did a complete 180, very white, light brown hair, way too skinny.
Skinniness has always been my biggest issue. I truly believe that you can feel body shame no matter what you’re body looks like. It especially depends on the references in your life.
Growing up, I was always surrounded by plus sized women. My mom, my sisters, my aunts and even my cousins were all considered to be plus sized or burly.
I saw these women, they became my standard of beauty. To me, a strong and beautiful woman was someone who had shape.
Even as a kid, I knew I wasn’t that. My cousin, a year younger than me, was much bigger. She played sports and was popular and my family paid more attention to her.
Meanwhile the only time I was ever given attention was about how skinny I was. How unnaturally thin, different. People thought my dad, a single father, was having problems raising me, I wasn’t being fed.
As I got older, I despised that side of me for more than just that reason.
I’m not sure if other people can relate to this, but when you’re smaller and quieter than everyone else, people think it’s easier to take advantage of you.
So I decided to try and fix the problem.
I decided to eat more
Way more
I would eat so much I would make myself sick, all in some futile attempt to gain weight.
But no one noticed.
I was as skinny as ever, during my preteen years, my family worried I could be anorexic.
The complete opposite of what I was trying to look like.
Even today, people say I don’t look like I eat enough, all the while they don’t know I eat on average 4,000 calories a day. More than double what I need to try and maintain some sort of weight gain.
Once I started to voice my opinion, people started to harp.
“You’ll be glad for that metabolism when you’re older!”
“After you have kids, you’ll wish you were that size!”
I felt mocked, I’ve been ashamed of my body my whole life and now people are telling me to stop complaining.
When I was about 13, my mom was finishing up her chemo for breast cancer. She took me to this clinic to help treatment patients feel beautiful, teach them how to do makeup and make head wraps.
The women there immediately made me their model. I was used to this, having 4 older sisters gets you used to them testing makeup on you.
But having professionals do it was something completely different for me!
I felt pretty! I focused less on my body!
I started to try and wear eyeliner and one of my sisters on my mom’s side noticed and bought me my own little cream eyeliner pot.
I was so happy!
I was about 14 at the time and it was at this point, those 3 sisters from my mom decided to let me in on the competition.
There was a secret competition between them, they would decide who had the best what.
Sarah had the best boobs
Marcie had the nicest butt
Gretchen had the best nose, skin, eyes, etc etc!
All the traits were split between the three of them and they all decided it was time to reevaluate. To make room for me.
That day, I only got one point.
Best eyelashes.
It used to be Gretchen’s
To this day, that is the only point I have, I’ve never gained anything else.
That day, my beauty was defined, by a single point of comparison.
I wore my hair up more because it made me look older
I wore more eyeliner and dressed differently so that people would stop saying I looked like a kid.
But no matter what, I was the ugly, skinny one, even if no one said it. The awkward, sickly, weak link.
Then high school started.
I cut my hair short, I was always told I looked better with a bob so I tried something close to an asymmetrical one.
I found my passion for makeup again, started to get better at it.
Then things changed.
My family was always complimenting me
Saying I looked beautiful
My aunt is a photographer, she’s convinced I was destined for modeling.
I never really got acne, a long neck that people began to comment on along with long legs that I was complimented for.
Finally, I was beautiful!
But then there was my mother and her other kids.
They take one look at me, I’m wearing too much makeup.
My contour is too dark
Eyeliner too thick for how small my eyes are
Eyebrows are too dark for my hair
I told them I might want to be a makeup artist someday.
“They don’t get paid very much.” Yes, I know.
“It’s a shame you don’t go to a career school, that would be much easier.” Yes, I know.
I know, I am aware.
Sometimes I think I’m too aware of my surroundings now.
I pay attention to what people do when they see me.
Old friends are shocked by my appearance
People take a second glance when they see me in public
Older men honk at me from their big truck, usually in packs of three or four
It’s what I’m known for
The girl who does makeup
I’m proud of it some days, I love to do it
But in order to keep my love for it, I need to be critical.
If I can tell myself that my makeup doesn’t look as good as I could’ve made it, when someone comments on my uneven freckles, it means less to me.
On the outside it seems like self deprecation, but that’s just how it sounds, not what it is.
I’m not destructive to myself, it pushes me to improve my skills.
Honestly, even now I don’t think I’m beautiful, I will always be the skinny girl with only one point for nice eyelashes.
Beauty is an imprinted part of my life, it’s always been there, in all shapes and forms.
I love to polish what’s already perfect, making pretty faces shine bright.
That’s why I try the hardest for myself
People still say I’m too skinny, still say I’m wearing too much makeup
I can’t explain why me being hard on myself makes me feel better about it, but it does.
Trust me, if you asked me a few years ago if I thought I was pretty, I would’ve laughed and said it’ll never happen.
But now, when I take that final look in the mirror after doing my whole face I say
“I look beautiful.”
That feeling may not always last, it can go and I can feel insecure at any point.
But I’m glad for that moment, just that one moment, I’m no longer too skinny, only having one point
I have beauty.


I know my blog is a sexual content blog but PLEASE READ! My fellow transgender and transsexual brothers and sisters who have served in the United States Armed forces, you have my respect and NO Republican shouldn’t say shit. Trans veterans have my most honorable respect and FUCK Trumps decision of banning trans people from serving our country. No cisgender white collared bigot should make that decision. People who voted for Trump just know what you did and yes it’s their fault. Let’s wait four years to decide to vote for a left wing person. We must unite together and fight for our rights. TRANS RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS!I love each and every one of my trans brothers and sisters who have served and who HAVE died for our country! We can’t BACK down and cry about this but FIGHT and Tell our trans veterans how THANKFUL we are for them! Reblog and like!

dizzyisdizzy  asked:

My fav Phan moment is when someone asked Dan "What would you do if you had 30 seconds left to live?" and he responded "ring phil" It's just the cutest thing ever ^-^


url: i dont get it, sorry :( | okay | its so cute omfg | uhh i love it | I WISH THIS WAS MINE

icon: eh | ooo its good | what the heck its so pretty | WHO MADE THIS FOR YOU

mobile theme: okay | v pretty | im offended, its better than mine | OkAy im in LOVE

website theme: default | not bad | okay im starting to fall for it | THIS IS GREAT WTF, SO PLEASING | …you have 10 seconds to give me the code

posts: not my fandom | pretty good | uh this! is! content! | GREAT I WANT TO REBLOG FROM YOU ALL THE TIME

following: no but ily !! | just did | duhh do you have to ask ? | I will never unfollow you even if I die

comments: your blog gives me such a mystical vibe

want a blog rate?

To the anon who sent me that ask

About watching my mouth. Thank you, thank you for letting me know I was out of place. I’m so glad you are more concerned about one blog cursing over the 50+ porn blogs liking, reblogging and following minors and other bloggers. As well as adults role-playing NSFW threads with minors. It really warms my heart that you care less about those issues than you do me and what I chose to do with MY blog. So to make it simple, don’t like what you see…don’t read it. Also if you don’t like what I say, or what I do, I can help you there as well. Under the little icon that looks like a person there is two options: Unfollow and block. It’s your choice which one you click.

holysight  asked:

✍ ONLY IF YOU WANT, PIGEON......... I CAN'T GET ENOUGH & I LOOV OV UR ART.............................

send  ✍ and I’ll draw your character | i reblogged this meme more than a month ago why. am i still accepting. am i not. who even knows. NOT ME THAT’S FOR SURE DO WHAT YOU WANT

ngl I was clearing my inbox of Old Memes and saw this and went ‘whelp it’d be sacrilege to delete a meme from noémi, Light Of My Life ™, so HERE YOU GO, idk why sigurd is making that face though

he’s confused… about why more people don’t play his game because he’s The Best Lord

really not a fan of when people respond to other peoples issues with “there are people dying in the world” or whatever the kim kardasian quote is. like yeah! there is! what a ridiculous statement to make, unless you never complain about anything ever ur being a hypocrite. u feel bad about urself today? some ppl r DYING, get over urself… You broke ur leg? some people are dying!! like god shut up and let people talk about their problems. treat others as u want to be treated and all that

Wow really calm down, we’re not studyblrs to develop business strategies… “Best times to post your studyblr things”, “ must have app for photo editing” wtf when did we loose the meaning of our community?? Learning with pleasure and getting support to keep doing so???
I see more and more posts like that and it makes me sick. You know what I’m not here for reblogging *aesthetic* (fake?) posts anymore. I’ll browse the studyblr tag. You know, the “recent posts” not the popular ones with over 1k notes. I’ll support them. I’ll try my best to do my job over here and bring a little support when I can. Have a good night you all.

Today’s Prompts

Wednesday, July 26th★ Gemsona Memes

  • Gemsona Drawing Challenge : A good old-fashioned interview art meme. Save these templates to your computer, draw your gemsona’s responses and post it in the #gemsona week and #GWmeme tags!
  • Mother of Memes : Redraw memes featuring gemsonas! Regular memes, draw-your-oc/draw-the-squad poses, any meme you so desire. Be sure to tag it #GWmeme!
    Homeworld Gem - A day in the life of your gemsona carrying out their duties.
    Crystal Gem Rebel -Whoops, you seem to have wandered into what the humans call a “house show party”… what do you make of all this?!

Haven’t started one of these prompts, but you’d like to? That’s okay! Post them at any time before August 31st and it will be reblogged and featured on this blog. Whether you decide to jump in and get it posted before the day’s end, or you save it for after Gemsona Week- it’s A-OK! Go at your own pace.

fireheartedkaratepup  asked:

Help. I want to find more pro M'Gann bloggers but the tag has the Supergirl show in it now lmao I love them but different M'Gann!

i feel this, we were lucky for a while there with yj m'gann being the most blogged about version of the character! (seriously, do you know how few posts were in the miss martian tag before yj?? i once went back and looked through the whole tag and there were SO FEW.) unfortunately, i have no idea what the current yj m'gann blog-o-sphere is like because i literally just rejoined tumblr a few days ago after a year off of it… just to make this blog…

so hey anyone and everyone, if you blog a lot (positively, lol) about yj m'gann, feel free to reblog this and let us know!