and your brilliant tag

i forgot what i was going to put as the caption…

izzica answered your question: “IM GOING ON A RICK AND MORTY HYPE whoooo has some suggestions I can…”

morty who’s super duper drunk off ricks stash and is super sad??? maybe morty who trashes ricks garage (lab) bc he’s just so angry at rick being gone (turning himself in??). morty just being troubled bc rick, his only friend, is gone.

Thank you for the suggestion! I honestly really wanted to draw the trashing the garage thing (a+ idea btw), but as you can see my skill with backgrounds is suuuuuppperr limited lmao ;;;

i really miss hating and swearing at my fellow bering and wells fandom after you assholes did all your​ stupid fucking shit that i just couldn’t so i would like to start a “fuck you! bering and wells chain tag post”

…starting with this particular asshole:

@lonely-night fuck you for all your stupid perfect fucking gifsets that always made me die. you murdered me multiple times! i hate you i just cant with you and your dumb brilliant manips piss off wont you!?!

*please tag and add your own personal “fuck you” message to your favourite bering and wells fandom assholes*

anonymous asked:

i can't believe that i never noticed your “ask” was replaced with “would you like a side of balls with that?” ( ̄▽ ̄;;) i really like your blog (and the copious amount of “balls”), and i hope it's okay for me to request yakuza!au scenarios for iwaizumi, kuroo, akaashi, and matsukawa with a female s/o. if not that is okay!! thank you!!

Hehehe, thank you ;) Ball is life, you know? And it is more than okay to request Yakuza/Mafia AUs! This was a lot of fun to write, and actually Admin Panini and I have a lot of mafia AU headcanons. I’ll probably get around to writing those some time soon for fun. 

Have I mention I love Yakuza/Mafia AUs? Because I do, very much so! :D ~Admin Mari

“Hold still, Hajime.” You frowned deeply as you tried to apply more disinfectant on the cut that decorated his cheek. When the cotton ball grazed the wound, Iwaizumi Hajime sucked in a sharp breath when the hot sting followed after. All you did was click your tongue before you repeated the action, something he knew you did to get back at him. “You’re worse than Tooru.”

“Don’t compare me to Shittykawa. I’m not a baby like him.” He grumbled, his eyes shifting away as you placed a few butterfly bandages along the cut. Of course, it was only natural that you were upset with him. But it wasn’t like he planned to get injured when he woke up this morning. Sometimes things were unpredictable and the yakuza life was the most unpredictable.

You heaved a deep sigh and tossed the wrappers into the trash beside the table. Then, you turned to gently brush your fingertips along the cut you had just dressed. His eyes softened when he saw the worry lines between your brows and he reached out to pull you against him. It didn’t matter if his muscles protested the action; having you in his arms helped him feel at ease.

“Don’t worry, I’m okay. It’s just a scratch anyway.” He rested his chin on your shoulder and buried his free hand into your hair, fingers weaving through the softness. It was his way of reassuring you. Which was kind of silly because you were Aobajohsai’s doctor and you knew how bad each injury was.

“How can I not worry about you?” You mumbled into the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around his middle. “You’re my boyfriend. I always worry.” The sincerity melted his heart and the corners of his lips quirked up before he leaned back to get a better look at you.

“I think I could get used to that.” That earned him a slap on the chest, but he caught your hand before you retracted it. Instead, he lifted it up to his cheek and placed your hand there with his over yours. Then, he leaned forward to place a soft kiss on your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dummy.” You smiled sweetly, following his lips to press another kiss against his.

The moment you’d laid eyes on Kuroo Tetsurou you were hooked. Perhaps it was the unruly hair that was surprisingly all natural, maybe it was that mischievous twinkle in his eyes, or maybe it was that charming smirk that had your heart skipping a beat. Whatever it was, you had locked in on him. He was like the most potent of drugs and you were addicted to him. Addicted to his kisses, his touches, his sweet words.

Every time the both of you met up, it was romantic and sweet. When you two were together, he could put his guard down for a while and just enjoy the moment without a worry in the world. The two of you would spend hours talking, flirting, and laughing. Then, the two of you would set the sheets on fire with passion and ecstasy.

You nestled comfortably against Kuroo’s side, cheek pressed against his chest. The after effects of the mind-blowing pleasure were subsiding, and all that was left was the satisfied humming on your skin and in your veins. Kuroo’s arm was wrapped protectively around your waist as he mindlessly traced patterns along the damp skin.

However, the comforting silence didn’t last very long because the sound of his cellphone pierced through the air. Grumbling under his breath, he reached over with his free hand and answered the phone.

“Hello?” He asked, but a sigh followed when the voice on the other end began to speak. His eyes glanced down at you before he cut the voice off on the other end. “Yaku, just tell him I’ll be rescheduling the meeting. The old geezer can wait a day, it’s not like he’s going to die any time soon.” You had to stifle your giggles and Kuroo flashed you a smirk. It was obvious that the person on the other end, Yaku, wasn’t very impressed by Kuroo’s response and he got a bit of an earful before he hung up.

“What was that about?” You asked, lifting yourself up onto your elbow to look at Kuroo.

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, somehow making his hair look sexier. “It was my right-hand man. My father has been trying to set a meeting up.” There was a pause as he looked at you with sorrow clouding his eyes. “For my arranged marriage.”

That was like an anvil to your heart and you felt your chest squeeze in pain. Instantly, your body went cold and dread clung to every cell. The protests that threatened to spill out died on your lips, because what could you say? Kuroo was the next boss to Nekoma while you were just a call-girl that he had unexpectedly met at a club one night.

But that had never mattered to him. Because when you two were together, you guys were just yourselves.

“Tetsu…” You whispered, your heart throbbing in your chest. Of course, you knew one day he would probably have to get married to keep the lineage going, but you hadn’t hoped it would happen so soon. “Don’t go yet. Stay longer with me.”

He cupped your chin and lifted your head up to look at him. The easy-going smile that you’d fallen in love with was on his face. “I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay as long as you want me to.”

You knew him as the London Fog guy and he knew you as the Barista with a Pretty Smile. The coffee shop a few blocks away from the Fukurodani house was becoming a favourite of Akaashi Keiji’s. He’d accidentally stumbled upon it months ago after needing some fresh air and that’s when he had first seen you. The second he had walked in through the door, you had greeted him with the prettiest smile he’d ever seen and from that moment on, he was completely enamoured. He had only wondered how on Earth he’d passed by this street without noticing the dainty café.

Several times a week, Akaashi would slip away from the mansion and bring his paperwork with him. It was much more peaceful without having to listen to Bokuto jabber away and he got more work done this way since he was pulling his boss’ weight too. Today was no different.

“Large London Fog?” You chimed with that beautiful smile that made Akaashi’s heart stutter.

The corners of his lips twitched into a smile and he nodded his head. “Yes, please.” He dug into his wallet, producing a bill to give to you. The amount he gave you was much larger than the cost of the tea latte. And when you tried to give him the change, he only curled his hand over yours. “It’s the tip.”

“O-oh, but…it’s too much. You’re always too generous.” There was a shy blush on your cheeks and you looked unsure if you could take it.

Akaashi chuckled softly, shaking his head lightly. His large hand stayed in place, relishing in the contact and warmth of your hand. “It’s the least I could do for the delicious London fogs you always make me.” And money was never a problem for him. After all, Fukurodani mainly dealt with money.

“I-I’m…” You started, but finally relented. “Thank you.”

“Akaashi.” When you gave him a confused look, the corner of his lip quirked up. “That’s my name.”

“Oh!” Your eyebrows shot up to your hairline and your cheeks flushed in embarrassment. Then, you gestured to your name tag and gave him that brilliant smile again. “I’m ____.”

When he sat down in his usual seat, his heart was fluttering in his chest and his eyes were instantly on you as you prepared his drink. His gaze lingered a few more seconds before he started on the paperwork again, a reminder of the dark world he lived in. It was a place where someone as innocent as you didn’t belong in and a place he didn’t want to drag you into.

A soft clink caught his attention and he looked up at you then at the plate beside his cup. “It’s coffee cake. This one’s on me.”

There was no way he could tell you about the dangerous part of him, the dangerous life he led where blood and death were a constant. “Thank you.” And yet, he couldn’t help but gesture to the chair across from his. “Would you like to sit with me?”

You were the Barista with the Pretty Smile and he was the London Fog guy; that was the way it had to stay.


“Stop calling me that.” You huffed, childishly crossing your arms over your chest. Matsukawa Issei only grinned lazily in response, and watched as your cheeks flushed in annoyance and embarrassment. Making you flush was one of the things he enjoyed doing and he honestly couldn’t help himself sometimes. It was easy to get you going.

Being the younger sister of Oikawa Tooru was no easy feat, especially when he was the head of Aobajohsai, one of the top yakuza families in Japan. It also wasn’t easy when your older brother was extremely protective of you, spouting out nonsense about keeping you safe from other rival yakuza. Since he became the head after your father, he had insisted on having your own personal bodyguard.

That’s where Matsukawa came in. Oikawa had assigned him as your bodyguard several years ago. At the beginning, he’d believed that it would be a boring babysitting job, but you’d proven him wrong with that defiant personality. For a while, you had avoided Matsukawa as much as possible, which usually meant sneaking away when his head was turned the other way. You kept him on his toes and he had soon begun to enjoy watching over you. He loved teasing you as much as he loved teasing Oikawa.

“Mattsun.” You drawled, your cheek resting against your fist. His eyes shifted to peek at you from the rear view mirror and he hummed for you to continue. “I want ice cream. Can we go get some?”

“Anything for the princess.” There was that blush again along with that irresistible pout. A deep chuckle resonated within his chest and he signaled to take a turn at the next corner, knowing where your favourite ice cream parlor by heart.

After spending years with you, he knew where all your favourite places were. He knew what made you happy and what made you sad. He was the first to know any troubles you had and the shoulder you cried on when you needed it. He was shield and your sword, and he vowed to stand by you not because it was his duty, but because he wanted to.

“You’ve got some ice cream here.” Matsukawa said, several minutes later when the both of you emerged out of the ice cream shop with waffle cones in hand. Gently, he thumbed away the light ice cream moustache on your upper lip and chuckled when your eyes went crossed eyed to try and see what he was doing. “There, all gone.”

Matsukawa had fallen in love with you.

thenightwasalliwanted  asked:

Hello! Just wanted to recommend galwednesday's 'The Winter Soldier vs Twitter (#BuckRogers)' for your social media tag as it's brilliant and well worth a read if you like that kind of format.


The Winter Soldier vs. Twitter (hashtag BuckRogers) by galwednesday

“Remember what I said about internet trolls?”

“Don’t feed the trolls.”

“Exactly. Did I not say the same thing to Barnes?” Tony asked rhetorically. “Were those not my exact words? I could have sworn they were, and yet.”

“Bucky’s feeding the trolls?”

“He’s throwing a goddamn seven-course troll banquet. Every time someone on Twitter asks if your relationship announcement is real, he replies. Colorfully.”

Steve opened his mouth to ask what “colorfully” meant, then caught the gleam in Tony’s eye and put two and two together. He blushed. Colorfully. “Oh.”

(Steve and Bucky announce their relationship in a very dignified press conference. Bucky then replies to every goddamn tweet asking him to confirm it with a different dirty euphemism. Things escalate from there.)

unprofessional-inhumanbeing  asked:

If there are anymore parts for "Adventures of Raising a Space Twig", can you please tag me? Your writing is brilliant and I nearly squealed in my English class! ^•^

Thank you so much! :) there’s one part scheduled for tomorrow that you’re now tagged in, I do have another two ideas floating around in the back of my head for extra chapters which includes Groot trying to read Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven and dealing with teenage Groot. I’m super tempted! :)

Countdown to Charles Challenge

Only 8 more episodes! I figured we could start a gif/graphic challenge to not only count down to the moment we’ve all been waiting for, but to also celebrate what we’ve loved most about the show before the highly-anticipated time jump!

You can do them out of order, just do the ones you want, whatever. I just thought it would be fun to take a look back on the show so far.

Tag your brilliant creations with Countdown to Charles so we can see all the amazing things you come up with! 

Please reblog and share!

  1. Favorite Liar
  2. Favorite Supporting Character
  3. Favorite Villain
  4. Favorite “A” Moment(s)
  5. Favorite Ship
  6. Favorite Friendship
  7. Favorite Family Relationship
  8. Favorite Season
  9. Favorite Episode
  10. Favorite Premiere
  11. Favorite Mid-Season Finale
  12. Favorite Finale
  13. Favorite Scene/Moment
  14. Favorite Place/Set
  15. Favorite Holiday Special
  16. Your Ideal “A”/Charles Suspect

natural--blues  asked:

I was looking through your my shit tag, which is brilliant, by the way -- gave me this headcanon of a tug of war style argument of "NO MY PLAN IS BETTER, COME WITH ME!" with rose in the middle. Thanks for making it, the Master being included in ship with Rose is such an underloved thing!



Okay guys, looks like quite a few of you are up for a second sidefam Meetup. Here’s the rules.

•Post a selfie of yourself
•Write anything you want in the description. Last time almost everyone put a slight description of themselves & their hobbies
•You MUST tag your entry with #sidefammeetup2 so everyone can see all your beautiful faces!
•This will take place on Friday, 3rd June. The same day as the football match!
•Absolutely EVERYONE can join in!

Those of you who are a day ahead (I’m British if you didn’t know already) don’t worry. Just post your entry anyway. Those a day behind, also don’t worry! Post it whenever you can!

I call them entries but this isn’t a competition or anything, it’s just a little thing the fandom does to bring each other together to forget about all arguments & beef & to just focus on the people around us. A day full of compliments! No competition between anyone!

Feel free to join in. You don’t have to if you don’t want to. Last time we did this (under the #sidefammeetup) tonnes of people posted in the tag & now that the fandom has grown even larger I think this will be even better! So get excited! We’re bringing one of the best days in sidefam tumblr history back!!!

#HWUPOCAM is Hollywood U POC Appreciation Month, taking place during April 2015! During this month, we’re going to be celebrating the amazingness of the characters of colour in Pixelberry’s Hollywood U Game through the medium of art, writing, headcanons or anything you desire!

This appreciation month will be run by pixelberry-pippa and robozombiepocalypse from April 1st - 30th. The aim of this week is to recognise the awesome POC characters that are not appreciated as often as other (white) characters, and hopefully encourage Pixelberry to do more things with them!

Tag all posts with #HWUPOCAM in the first five tags so this blog can see them to reblog onto here!

Weekly Themes: (You don’t have to follow these themes, but if you’re looking for some inspiration…)

  • Week One: General character appreciation. Show your appreciation for your favourite Hollywood U character through any medium!
  • Week Two: Ships between characters. You can create material for any ships between the POCs of Hollywood U, whether they be romantic, platonic or otherwise! Interracial ships with white characters in them are also allowed.
  • Week Three: Your POC MC. Or, if you or your MC are white, you can show appreciation for your favourite POC OC instead!
  • Week Four: Crossover week with High School Story! How do you think the HWU characters would react to HSS characters? Are Ethan and Ezra brothers in your headcanon? Or is Priya Nishan’s strict aunt? How would Payton and Aria react to each other? All headcanons are fair game!

Also, at the start of each week, daily themes for each day of the week will be announced! These themes might include a sentence, an idea or some concept. As with the weekly themes, you don’t have to follow them in any sort of form, but if you’re looking for inspiration, we’d love to see your interpretation of it.

Questions? Concerns? Send us an ask, but before you do that, check out our FAQ!

Finally, have fun and don’t forget to tag all your brilliant posts!

Closets can be crazy things- some are filled with clothes and piles of old shoes, while others contain gateways to other worlds (technically that one’s a wardrobe but hey.) The closet on the TARDIS probably has both. 

We’d like to see what’s in your closet, in a very not-creepy sort of way. With Comic Con fast approaching and series 8 only six weeks away it’s time to start getting ready for all of those Twelfth Doctor and Clara cosplays, so today we’re presenting you with a challenge: dress up as either the Twelfth Doctor or Clara, but you can only use things you find in your (or a family member/friend’s) closet.

Take that old cardigan from last Christmas and repurpose it into a snazzy Twelfth Doctor Capaldigan* (that’s right, we said it.) Those boots your great uncle bought you for your birthday that you’ve never worn? Now they’re Clara Oswald boots!

When you’ve put together your brilliant costume, make sure to tag it with #DW Closet Cosplay and we’ll be reblogging some of our favorites over the next few days. Also, as this is part of the 30 Days meme we’ve been curating over the past several weeks, make sure to tag your posts with #30 Days of Doctor Who as well!

*bonus points if it’s made out of 100% rebel Time Lord

Anonymous asked you: Pestering Anon! *gets comfortable* So… Wait, am I allowed to just flounce in and get comfortable…? In my perusal of the OB tag, I came across some comments about clones and their differences, particularly Cosima’s sexuality. That such things should not be possible because of the nature of clones; they’re identical copies. If one is gay then all should be, no? Well. WELL. Here to tell you why this is both a profound statement on one side and a little bit of scientific dorking in another.

Let’s start with the former. Not so long ago in our history, homosexuality was considered a disease. It was removed from the American list of Psychiatric Diseases in 1973. Until then, everything was done to control homosexuality. Where it could not be controlled, it was punished. While I could not prove it, I should imagine there are places in the world, likely closer than anyone would be comfortable with, where that mind-set still exists.

Treatments back in the day included the stuff of nightmares; electrotherapy, deprogramming and use of drugs such as apomorphine. It’s a sad thing that some of these therapies are still abused in today’s society. But that’s a different story time all together. What goes along with this and is more relevant, is that medical science invested a great deal in getting to the root of the ‘gay problem’.

Do you know what they found…? There was no single identifiable gene that coded for sexual deviancy. Poor genetics were not the culprit (at least not solely) for non-heterosexual inclinations. As with many things, nature and nurture go together. So for OB to make one of the clones not heterosexual is a profound thing to say, as it flies in the face of everything some people wish could be said about gay people. That our tendencies could be bred out of us. That it’s a sickness.

It’s enforcing a view that sexuality is a multifactorial trait. That we are not predestined by our DNA. That exposure to homosexuality does not predispose us to a similar lifestyle. Homosexuality (sexuality in general) is a naturally occurring thing. I mean, Delphine said it wonderfully; a spectrum of activity that has been corrupted by social bias. That Cosima is potentially gay (or whatever preference) is an amazing thing. I wish that message were more widely received and accepted.

The other part of this is straight up science. See, even organisms that are genetically identical, are still subjected to environmental pressures. So… In all of us, we have two copies of our genes. One set is paternally derived and the other maternally. In any individual these genes are either switched ‘on’ or ‘off’. What arises is a complicated mix of inactivated and activated genes that arise from our fathers or mothers, culminating in our genetic phenotype (visible characteristics).

So, if you cloned an individual, they would be challenged by different environmental factors. Their genes would be activated differently, if you like. It would therefore be entirely possible to get two identical individuals that developed very differently, because their copied genes activated from different parents. Often these effects are limited because twins grow up in the same environment but in twins that don’t, they can be very different.

These two arguments help to explain why the clones are all different. Why Cosima needs glasses and is at least open to homosexual romance. Why Sarah is more prone to losing her temper. Why Alison is susceptible to addiction. Why any clone is the way they are, rather than exact duplicates. It’s all nature and nurture, working together.

I hope this has helped those that were concerned Cosima/OB were misrepresenting the queer community.

I’ll leave now. Back to my dark cave. *runs away screaming*

You are brilliant. I don’t even have anything coherent to add to this, as I’ve only slept a few hours, and I’m pretty zonked. But this is definitely fascinating stuff, and I invite whatever scientific insights (and general thoughts) you have to continue hitting my blog. This is the kind of stuff that makes OB such an amazing show. They aren’t afraid in the least of turning social concepts on their heads.