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anonymous asked:

Can I draw you since you're so adorable?

Sure thing! Why would I even mind? XD

Actually, since we’re on subject of drawing my sona… People’s been asking about a ref-sheet for them or something, so…

Basically, to anyone wondering: if you really, really wanna be anatomically correct, use snow leopard cubs as reference. Otherwise: tiny, fuzzy, with a long tail and a dorky tuft — and that’s about it, stylized to any extent :D

“Have you ever thought about doing, like, a video tour of your house?”

“You think people would wanna see my house?” Dan asks as he fits the key into the lock. His front door swings open soundlessly. Inside it’s dark, with only a little bit of illumination from the kitchen to light their way as they step over the threshold. Dan still isn’t quite used to living alone. He always half expects Barry to walk around the corner, eating cereal in his underwear or otherwise doing Barry things.

“Man, I love your house!” Arin enthuses as Dan sets about flipping on light switches. “It’s got good, like- what’s the word? You know, when a place has good vibes?”

“I think you’re thinking of feng shui?” Dan preens a little. He likes his place, too. It’s definitely a reflection of who he is, so to hear Arin praise it gives him something akin to the warm and fuzzies.

He loops his arm through Arin’s, starts to lead him toward a door at the end of the hall. “I like to do my writing in here,” he explains. “It’s peaceful and stuff.”

Arin breaks away from him as soon as they enter the room, makes a beeline for the nearest stack of papers. Dan doesn’t think to stop him. He lets Arin look around while he searches for what Arin actually came to see- the beginnings of a new Starbomb song. None of them have done any formal writing for a third album but Dan was struck with inspiration. He figures Arin may be able to flesh it out, turn it into something tangible.

He’s still searching when he hears Arin gasp behind him, and then a muttered, “Whoa.”

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trash-cactus  asked:

bc youre one of the few people i feel i can trust on this: are the 7 potentially habitable planets NASA found really that big of a deal and all the hype around them is justified? or are they just another 7 rocks that are vaguely the size and temperature of earth without actually being particularly special to us otherwise, let alone truly habitable? i wanna get excited about new planets but i often see people acting like a planet is "habitable" just bc it wont kill you in 2 seconds so i gotta ask

They’re just seven new rocks. They’re probably tidally locked to their star, too, which means that one side always faces the sun and the other side always faces away, which would make the planet completely unsuitable for anything more than microbial life. Until we know more–like getting atmospheric spectrometric data that indicates one or more of them has an atmosphere–I wouldn’t get too hype.

So a couple of people have over the years asked me, “Hey, how did you make that neat Cry mask?” And to make things easier for me and everyone else, I made this tutorial. :D

So these are all the things ya need
-Things for papier maché (there are a lot of different ways, so just go with whatever works for you.)
-A knife
-Some random brushes
-A pen
-Some stretch band or just something that you can use so the mask stays on yer face

As stated before, there are different ways to make papier maché. You can buy it in powder form (like the bag in the picture), or you can make your own. I use wallpaper paste, but whatever works. :3

Rip (or cut) up the newspaper, blow up the balloon and then start applying layers. Make the base a little bigger than your face and don´t make it too thick or too thin. If it´s too thick, it´s gonna be hard to cut through later and you´ll be having trouble breathing in it. If it´s too thin, it´ll break. So try to hold a good balance.

The mask will take quite a while to dry (for me at least). But after that, put the mask on, mark where your eyes are and then cut out some circles with your knife. Take it easy so you don´t hurt yourself, I`ve done that way too many times. “>w>

Cut the edges and sandpaper the mask. This is a pretty important step, cause otherwise the mask will be wrinkly and that´ll look a little weird. (For reference, look at the top picture of this post. My old Cry mask and the MonoCry mask weren´t sandpapered.)

Time to paint. Put on some layers of white, then fix the eyes and the mouth. Then put some varnish on the mask. It´ll help a little against water and the paint will hold better. You can hotglue some fabric in the eye sockets, but that´s optional. Just make sure you´re able to see through them. I glued an antenna on as well, but again, optional. I do recommend putting something soft where the nose is, cause otherwise your nose will be squished. And that sucks. Last thing will be putting on your stretch band.

DONE! You now have your own Cry mask. This works for other kinds of masks as well, so go crazy. ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ Hope this was helpful and if you have any questions, just ask. I´d be happy to help. 

And if you use this tutorial, please post the result and tag me. Cause I wanna seee~

Take it easy and have it good, peoples. ♪(┌・。・)┌ 

anonymous asked:


You know, that’s a really weird murderer. Anyway, THIS IS FUN! Honestly, i’d be dead already, because i don’t really care about convincing anyone when it comes to shipping. Before i start, i’m gonna state that ANYTHING I’LL SAY HERE IS BECAUSE I’M FIGHTING FOR MY LIFE, DON’T TAKE ANYTHING PERSONAL, GUYS. These will be pretty much the reasons why i ship them. The first part is a bunch of “objective” reasons (well as objective as it can get, because shipping can’t be a totally objective thing) and the other one is personal, so is up to you when to stop reading this. I apologize in advance for my English.

1)      Levi and Hanji are both really interesting and complex characters. He isn’t just a typical shonen badass guy and she’s not a typical crazy scientist. Levi is actually , from my pov, the most caring and selfless character of all SnK, he literally sacrifices himself over and over for the sake of others. Hanji isn’t just this sweet cheerful character, she has a mesmerizing willpower, nothing can stop her.

2)      They complement each other amazingly. They are both strong and smart, but in different ways. Any virtue that Levi doesn’t have, Hanji has it. Every flaw that Hanji has, Levi doesn’t. And they share two really important virtues, which are the foundation of any healthy relationship: they are both so loyal and passionate. They are literally willing to give up their lives for the people they love.

3)      THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO FUN TO READ/WATCH. You just know that, whenever they are together, something great is going to happen. There’s something refreshing about them, about their bickering, about the way they work together, about the way they care about each other so deeply.

4)      I think nobody can understand them more than each other. They have experienced similar things as soldiers, they have lost people they love countless times. I bet they could be sharing each other stories all night long, reminiscing all of those good times with Moblit, Erwin and their old squads.

5)      Okay, i won’t force my ship to anyone, but since i’m fighting for my life here, i’ll say i think there are actual canon hints for Levihan. Like the “Levi bathes Hanji” thing, the “we tell each other everything” thing (don’t u dare telling me Hanji clearly said they’re just friends, cuz isn’t that what every Levihan shipper has as a headcanon? The idea of them not admitting their true feelings and say “we’re just friends” ‘cause they’re both awkward dorks), their interaction in ACWNR, their interaction in Shingeki! Chuugakkou, and the “Levihan is similar to Eremika” thing. It’s up to you, random killer, to decide if that means romance or not.

6)      I hate to fangirl here, but HAVE U SEEN THEM? They are both beautiful and would have babies as beautiful and brilliant as them. What a blessing. I love drawing them so much because their character design is gorgeous. Levi with his cold colors and Hanji with the warm colors, they even complement each other in that aspect.

7)      The Levihan fandom is amazing. Besides the fact that there’s no drama and everyone is so kind, I’m pretty sure this is the ship with the funniest fan art. Even the most serious person would smirk even a little bit while scrolling through the Levihan tag. I mean, we’re all about the laughs. All of the other ships usually focus on the classic romantic stuff (i say “classic” , because from my pov there’s nothing more romantic than the OTP having fun ❤). With Levihan, you’ll get from the most intense fan art to the most ridiculous headcanon, it’s so much fun. Some Levihan artists are pretty well known among non Levihan shippers because of that same reason, like @alemanriq, @trash-god or @drinkyourfuckingmilk . I mean, really, if you’re feeling down and need to cheer up a bit, they’re the way to go.

One of the main arguments people have against Levihan is that they’re too different, so it wouldn’t work. They even go as far as saying that Levi doesn’t really care that much about Hanji. My first response is that both Hanji and Levi are highly misunderstood characters. We don’t have to let our personal experience makes us decide what is love and what isn’t. We all show our love in very different ways.

Now heres my second argument to that idea and this is gonna get personal. If you don’t wanna read about my life, skip this.

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I Can’t Wait to Hear You Scream PT. 7

Summary: You thought you were gonna spend the night with Negan after your intense session, but he puts it to you bluntly that you’re not.

Note: This part is pretty much a bunch of rambling, but I made it like that, that way I can setup the story to go a few different ways. Like I said in an earlier posts I have a bunch of ideas and I’m trying to get them organized! But if you’re here for the smut, there will be more.
Enjoy 😘


Negan stood up, buttoning his pants. His body was fucking beautiful, you could see he had a few tattoos here and there. You bit your lip absent-mindedly, still staring at him.
He turned to you and saw you staring and smirked, “Lose something over here, darlin’?”

“Oh, nothing, just my mind.” You smiled.

“Yeah, I’m fuckin’ good.” He boasted, picking up the rest of his clothes off the floor.
You rolled your eyes.
He was such a cocky asshole, but he really was a man of his word, and he had proved it time and time again, and now he had proved it through sex as well.

He handed you your clothes. “I’m gonna take a shower, you wanna join before you go back to your room?”

You sorta frowned, you had hoped he would asked you to stay the night with him. “Uhh, back to my room?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Please, don’t tell me you thought you were staying the fuckin’ night, (Y/N)?”

“I mean, I don’t know.. Maybe.” You said, now embarrassed that you even let him see your disappointment.

“No darlin’, I don’t feel like having any company tonight. This was a ‘get it out of our system screw’. I mean, I wanna fuckin’ do it again. But no staying tonight.”

You chewed on your lip angrily, putting on your clothes. You could feel the tears begin to well up in your eyes and you had to get out of there before he saw. “I’m going to my room.” You said bluntly, heading for the door.
Negan shook his head said nothing else to you and walked into his bathroom.

You ran down the hallway with tears streaming down your cheeks before getting to your room and slamming the door. That bastard. You open yourself up to him and start to like him only for him to fuck you over. You hadn’t admitted it to yourself, but you were starting to develop real feelings for him. You knew to him you were just another ‘wife’ but you couldn’t keep your feelings back anymore.

You went to your own bathroom and took a shower and came back to lay on your cot; trying to think of anything but Negan, but you couldnt.
The next morning you woke up and put on some fresh clothes, someone must have brought in more at some point, so you didn’t have to wear the same ones anymore.
You were putting on your boots when their was a knock at the door, “Come in.” You sighed, not wanting to have to deal with any bullshit today. You were still tired and emotionally drained.
The door opened and Negan was standing there, leaning against the door frame. “Goddamn, you look good today, sweetheart.” He said with a whistle.
You stared back at him and a small smile broke through, you couldn’t help it. This man was your kryptonite regardless of anything.

“What do you want?” You asked, genuinely curious as to why he was here.

He walked in, swinging Lucille gently in his hand and looked the room over, fiddling around with a few things on a nearby desk, “Just wanted to let you know to take it easy today. The men and I are going out to see if we can find anymore people that those fucks were associated with from the other day.” He said, crossing his arms, still holding Lucille and leaning against the desk.

“You don’t want me to go? Or do you have plans for me tonight?” You said, for some reason hoping that he would ask you to stay the night with him.

“No, darlin’. I’m spending time with Amber tonight. She’s been fuckin’ begging and I can’t keep my women unsatisfied.” He said with a wink. You got a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach and your heart sank.

“Oh, okay.” You said calmy.

“Yeah, well, do whatever you fuckin’ want today. If you need anything, go find Dwight.” He said and headed out the room.

You huffed and headed out a few minutes later. You walked around outside for a while just thinking, there wasn’t much to do, you were almost considering doing laundry again.
Then you remembered that you left your crowbar in the kitchen, seeing how it was the only protection you had, you headed inside to get it. When you arrived in the kitchen you saw all the wives sitting around the counter.
And there sat Amber, with a bandage over her nose and sitting up proudly talking about Negan.
“It’s going to be an amazing night.” She flipped her dry blonde hair over her should, “He’ll probably be very romantic because he knows what happened to me, because of that bit-”

You cleared your throat while standing in the doorway. They all turned around and Amber’s eyes widened. You walked over to the counter where your crowbar was sitting and you grabbed it, they all looked scared.
“What are you doing in here?” Amber snarled and you stared at the bandage and chuckled.
“Just came to get my crowbar, you know, some of us know how to defend ourselves.” You smiled waving it around, knowing it would get under her skin.

“Yeah, keep fucking talking. Like I told you before, what happened ain’t over.” Amber growled, staring daggers into you.

“Well, be careful in choosing your fights.. especially when I have a goddamn crowbar in my hands. Maybe I’ll rearrange that face of yours again.” You said, gripping the rustt crowbar tightly.

“What’s the matter, (Y/N)? Jealous because I’m spending time with Daddy tonight and not you?” She smirked and rolled her eyes.

You closed your eyes and sucked your teeth, all while imagining just sinking that crowbar into her skull, but you didn’t of course.

“Yeah, well, atleast I didn’t have to beg to get time with him.” You blew a kiss to her and walked out of the room.
Your anger was growing and you knew that if you didn’t get ahold of it you were gonna snap.
You had had enough of her shit and you were upset that you had feelings for Negan and now he was gonna fuck her the night after he fucked you.

You kept to yourself for most of the day, you spent some time walking around outside, warching everyone else work and thebleople you offered help to all denied, scared that you were gonna do them like you did Amber.

That night, you laid in bed and since your room wasn’t that far down from Negan’s you could hear the moans and the screaming. You could hear Amber everytime she screamed “Daddy” and Negan’s persistent cursing. You felt a sadness everytime you heard it and couldn’t handle it anymore, so you sat up on the cot; angrily sliding on your boots and left.
You walked down to the rec room where a few people were still up, there were some people playing Foosball and an old TV sat in the middle of the room playing old reruns of 'Who’s the Boss’ off of VHS. You saw a familiar man with a disfigured face. His name was Dwight, he was there that night when you were in the lineup. You then remembered he was one of the men who had taken Daryl away.

Daryl. Shit. You hadn’t even thought about him until now. You walked over to Dwight who was sitting at a table cleaning some guns and you sat down next to him. “Hey, Dwight.”

He looked up at you, wondering if you were really talking to him.
“Uhh, hey?” He gave you a confused look.

“Sorry. I’m (Y/N). I was in the lineup..”

He nodded his head, “Yeah, I remember. We took your friend, and you offered to be Negan’s wife if he spared your group.” He sad matter-of-factly.

You widened your eyes, “Wow. Yeah, you sure did remember.”

“It’s my job.”

“Yeah, that it is. So.. How is Daryl?”

Dwight didn’t pay you much attention. He was still cleaning to barrel of a pistol with a toothbrush, his hands were black with dirt and grime. “He’s a tough one to break. But he will soon enough.”

“Break?” You squinted at him, “What are you talking about?”

“He has to submit himself to Negan before he can join our community. He hasn’t so far.”

Submit. Of course. Everything was a power play with Negan. You nodded not even wanting to get any farther into that conversation. You hoped that Daryl was okay, but you knew that there was nothing you could do about it if he wasn’t. Negan did things his way and if you tried to tell him otherwise you might end up on Lucille’s receiving end.
You sat there for while in silence while he went on cleaning the guns and putting them back together.

“Well, Negan has all of us wives. What about you, Dwight? Do you have a lady friend in your life?” You asked, mainly to make conversation since you had nothing better to do and you definitely didn’t wanna go back to your room just to hear Negan and Amber fucking.

He glanced up at you, then back down, “I had a wife once..”

You frowned, “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t know. It’s hard losing someone. She’s in a better place.”

“She’s not dead.. She’s one of Negan’s wives now.”

“What?” You asked in shock.

“Yeah. Sherry was my wife.”
You remembered Sherry now. She was one of the women who hung around Amber. She was the tall thin brunette-haired women.
You furrowed your eyebrows, “How exactly did that work?”

Dwight sighed and looked back at you, “Anyone who has a wife or girlfriend has to give her to Negan. She can either decide to marry him or work for points, but either way, they aren’t ours anymore. They’re still his whether or not sexual shit happens. But Sherry happily decided to be a wife.. Now can we stop talking about it.” He said rather annoyed.

You nodded again, “Sure, Dwight. I didn’t know.”
It didn’t surprise you, but at the same time you were shocked that Negan took people’s actual wives for his own.
You just sat there for a while longer, looking for an excuse to stay so you didn’t have to go back upstairs and then you heard a commotion and looked around to see the people who were still awake kneeling down, including Dwight as Negan entered the door, he was holding a bottle of whiskey in one hand and Lucille in the other.
He literally didn’t go anywhere without her. He looked over the room, smiling proudly at the people kneeling before him and he looked over to see you and he narrowed his eyes as he saw you sitting next to Dwight and walked over to you.

“Dwight, you can get the fuck up now.” He said, holding the bottle to his lips to take a sip and looked down at you sitting in the chair.
“And what the fuck are you doing down here, darlin’? I thought you were in your room.” He asked eyeing you, then Dwight suspiciously.

“Well, I got tired of hearing you and Amber fucking.” You said bluntly.
Negan shot you one of his usual dangerous looks, but you weren’t scared this time, your anger was starting to rise up again. You could feel your cheeks getting hot.

Negan glared back at you and looked to Dwight, “Why don’t you fuck off and go check on Daryl or some shit.”
Dwight got up immediately and left, following Negan’s command.
Negan turned back to you, “Come on, let’s have ourselves a little fucking chit chat.” He said ushering you to follow him, you got up slowly and followed him out and he led you back up to his room.
you didn’t know what you were in store for now.

Building The Boat...

Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this one. It was tough to write actually, I couldn’t get into the flow but I hope you all like it. It’s definitely not my best, I enjoyed the concept and writing it though.

Requested by: Anon - “hey can i get some gibbs x daughter!reader stuff? maybe with 64 & 80 from your list? it can be like, after a close call on a case (for gibbs) or something and the reader can’t sleep? sorry for the long request, and sorry if it’s too specific p.s i love your writing x"

Word Count: 933

Pairing: Gibbs x Daughter!Reader

64. “Talk to me.”
80. “Teach me?”

You turned over in bed for the hundredth time, what felt like the hundredth time anyway, you were sure that it was more than that. You couldn’t stop playing the events of the last few days over and over in your mind, it had been terrifying, the explosion outside the naval yard, your father and his team getting caught up in a firefight with a bunch of terrorists. Of course, you knew it was his job and said job came with the risks but when you were there, in the middle of it, ducked behind a car with your father over you? That was scary.

Moving over to the other side of the bed you reach out for your phone, a present from your Uncle Tony, much to your Dad’s dismay, Tony, however, thought that the teenage daughter of a federal agent needed a tip top phone. You knew the ulterior motive though, it had the best GPS, a tracker fitted. You didn’t mind, you found it endearing that they wanted to know you were safe all the time. Not that you were, the close call earlier today hadn’t been the first and you could bet your super phone on it that it wouldn’t be the last.

Checking the time, it was a little past one in the morning. You knew you wouldn’t be sleeping anytime soon. Pushing back the covers you slip out of bed and move over to the window, pulling it closed you scan the front yard for a few moments. Your phone buzzes in your hand, some notification from social media, bringing you out of your daze.

You padded down the hall, carefully and quietly opening your father’s bedroom door. Of course, he’s not there, where else would he be? You close the door and head downstairs to the one place you knew he would be.

Gibbs was working on his boat. Moving the sand paper block back and forth with the grain and bend of the wood. He heard the basement door open and didn’t look up He had a few scrapes and cuts on his face but other than that, he was in the clear. He didn’t need to look up, he could already tell it was you, the way to turned the corner to come down the stairs was always the same.

“Dad?” You call quietly, your bare feet shuffling from the bottom step, over to where your father was stood.

Gibbs placed the sand block down and wiped his hands on a rag while he stood straight, giving you a small smile, “Hey kiddo. What are you doing up?”

You shrug, pushing yourself up onto the stood in the corner of the work surface, “Couldn’t sleep.” You mumbled and move a few stray strands of hair from your face, watching him take a sip of the amber liquid, you scrunch your nose up, glancing at the pile of tac nails on the counter that was once in that jar he was drinking from.

“Yeah?” He asked and leant against the counter, “Anything on your mind?” Gibbs asked, tilting his head at you.

You shrug again, your eyes going over each scratch and cut on his face from the explosion.

He nudged your shoulder gently with his own, “Talk to me.” He murmured.

“It was close. Today. With everything.” You told him and look down at your lap, “It could have been a lot worse.”

The senior field agent gave a long, steady sigh and moved to wrap his arm around your shoulders, inviting your head to naturally rest against this shoulder, “You’re right. It was close but I’m alright. And you are too.” He said into your hair, pressing his lips to your hairline, “I’d never let anything happen to you, [Y/N].”

You closed your eyes, smiling when you got a whiff of wood and that old aftershave he always seemed to wear, “I know you wouldn’t.” You whisper, “It was just scary.”

It was quiet between both of you, enjoying the little moment between father and daughter before you slipped off the stool and gestured to the boat, “Can I help?”

Gibbs let out a low chuckle and placed his glass of bourbon down, “You wanna help?” He asked and you nodded with a grin, “Well alright then. Grab that sand block there, now remember, with the grain, down go against otherwise you’ll just scratch the wood.”

“Really? Sanding? Can’t I do something more…in depth?” You ask, poking the sand block before nodding to the drill, “What about this? Can I use this for something?” You ask, picking it up with a grin and laughed when your father’s eyes bulged.

“Whoa there, do you even know how to use that?” He asked with a slight chuckle and came up, taking it from your hands, “I was going to wait until tomorrow because I thought you were asleep but I have to drill some holes, here, here, and here…” He said, showing you where the marking’s where on the wood.“

"Teach me.” You said and bumped your hip with his, “How hard can it be? You pull that trigger thing,” you say pointing to the trigger on the drill, “and you drill.” You shrug but watch your father’s stare never waver from you, “What?”

“It’s not that simple, [Y/N], it takes a gentle but stable hand so the drill doesn’t stray, knowing the wood you’re drilling into..”

“Alright, alright, alright, just…teach me.” You laugh and wave him off, “Come on.”

Gibbs rolled his eyes, you were certainly his daughter, impatient as he was.

Tag list: @imagicana @lestradeslover @octxgonxl

Watermelon Bubblegum and a Hint of Mint (Trolls Fanfic)

I finally finished! Did somebody say ANOTHER KISS? Did somebody say an actual kiss, perhaps even make out? Well, I surely hope so because that’s what you’re getting. And I confess that because of that I had trouble rating this lol, I ended up leaving it as “all audiences” but if you think I should level it up to “Teens” let me know lol

So, anyway. Here we go. 


Summary: Poppy and Branch are getting used to having talks under the moonlight in the highest spot of the Toll Tree before bed. They share secrets, fears, hopes, dreams, and perhaps, even a heartfelt, most needed kiss.

The best thing about living in the Troll Tree was the height. It was really tall. Poppy had also picked the highest pod to live, so she could watch over every single one of her friends, her people. As a bonus, she got to sneak out to one of the most elevated branches of the tree almost every night after a long day of singing, dancing, and new treaties of friendship with the Bergens with her… er, roommate.

After discovering there were too many Trolls for the current number of available pods on the Tree, they came to the conclusion they would have to share until they could grow as many pods as necessary. As Bergen Town also changed and was now a very colorful, environment-friendly city, King Gristle had told her, she only had to say the word and the Trolls could start to grow pods on every tree they wanted.

Poppy had thanked him, but decided that it would be better to keep the Trolls in one place where she could easily watch over them at first, at least until they acclimated to the city. The good thing was that the Troll Tree had enough room to grow enough pods, but it would take time. It would also be quicker to grow them all in one place too.

So, until all the pods were ready, some Trolls would have to share. They didn’t mind that much, but Poppy insisted that everyone got their own pod first before her, because what kind of ruler would she be if she was selfish? It definitely didn’t have anything to do with the fact that she was having the time of her life sharing a home with Branch.

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While I’m thinking about this:

please ASK, or wait for a whisper from your friends before requesting invite to a group in Overwatch

Not all friends/companions of mine are friends of EACH OTHER.

Some people I just play with exclusively for Competitive: merely strangers to help me improve my rank. More often than not, comp-minded players actually use a wealth of very unsafe language that I do not want to expose my friends to.

Some people I wanna mess around with in QP or Arcade and otherwise have bc it’s fun to have shenanigans and laugh with your buddies.

Your friends who are grouped up are not always the group leader who will be able to invite you. If you see the “Request to join group” button on your friend’s name when you right click on it, PLEASE just double-check before attempting to ask for a group invite. ASK BEFORE YOU GROUP.

Bye Bye Brooklyn Boys (9)

Originally posted by rossmundpike


Pairing: Bucky x reader, Steve x reader

Warnings: This is just so sad. Language.

Word count: 2.730

Summary: Bruce gives you some great advice and you finally make the trip back home.

September, October, November , December,

January , February, March,  April

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anonymous asked:

im the one who asked before about where j can watch everything and i looked on both and they only went up to 175 so do u know anyplace else? cuz ive seen things about stardress and aquarius' key breaking and i wanna see it bad

So the star dresses aren’t animated as far as I know, but Aquarius’ key breaking is! I would try something like

I used that one a lot in college. I’m not sure if those episodes are dubbed quite yet, so you might have to watch in subbed haha

Otherwise, I would just google “fairy tail episode 226” or whatever episode you are on :)

anonymous asked:

more family fluff of frederick and baby marc! What if morgan's super jealous about the new baby? ; M ; he's not mommy and daddy's little angel anymore!

[He’ll always be daddy’s little angel what do you mean]

(Want to change the name? Use this!)

When Frederick burst into your home that afternoon, you weren’t sure what to expect. You knew it couldn’t be good, though, when you saw how grim his expression was.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think there was a war on the horizon, and he was the first to know.

“Frederick? What are you doing home at this hour?” You questioned curiously, your hands preoccupied with the newborn girl in your arms. Frederick’s frown deepened, and he shook his head.

“It happened, Robin.” Frederick said darkly, grip tightening on the doorknob. “Morgan has…acted out.”

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anonymous asked:

hey could you explain something for me maybe? ive done kpop fanart before but recently im feeling like i wanna try editing some stuff. what are the guidelines or whatever for pictures that can/can't be used for edits? ik there are lots of fansites that put 'do not edit' in the desc of their photos so i shouldnt use those but otherwise what is good to use or not and how do you know? i rly love your edits so i figured id ask you !

well obviously you can only use the fansites which give their permission for further photo editing but on the condition that you’ll keep logo intact. i’ve been using  this list so far but apparently there’s a whole blog dedicated to editable photos. 

“If You Kill Them, You’d Better Kill Me, Too...Because Otherwise I’m Going To Kill You”

Spencer Reid

As you sit there in your chair, feeling a trembling Garcia strapped to another chair behind you, you lean your head back to try and calm her down as the unsub pulls two guns and puts them to both of your heads.

“Get.  Out,” he growls.

“Not a chance,” Reid breathes as he tries to catch his breath.

And then, the unsub cocks the guns, making Garcia cry out as you try to quell her fears with tears pouring down your cheeks.

“Wanna try again?” the man asks.

“If you kill them, you’d better kill me, too…because otherwise?” Spencer asks.

And then he saw the man’s fingers flinch, and his gun went off…causing the unsub to go crashing to the ground as Garcia begins screaming for mercy.

“I’m going to kill you, too,” Spencer whispers.

“Sssshhhh….Penelope, it’s alright.  Just keep your eyes closed.  Reid will untie us and get us out of here,” you lull lowly.

And you felt the unsub’s blood begin to trickle underneath your boot.

anonymous asked:

I'm very sarcastic so can you do a MTL on who would be in a sarcastic relationship


YOONGI: sarcastic asshole all the time. that’s how he says he loves you ;p

Jungkook: he just likes annoying you. a lot.

Taehyung: he says something sarcastically, acts innocent/pretends he was being genuine, then mutters “pabo” under his breath when you move on, bursting into giggles when you glare at him

Hoseok: sometimes he’s super cuddly and sweet, but others he’s sarcastic because you’re asking a question you already know the answer to, like “do i look good in this” - “you’d look better without it” - or “do you love me” - “unless your name is Jimin then no”

Jimin: uses a lot of sarcasm if he’s spend a lot of time with kookie or suga, but otherwise he doesn’t use sarcasm unless you use it first

Namjoon: more greasy flirty than anything, but he’ll be sarcastic if you ask dumb questions like “are you horny?” or “wanna have sex?” xP

Seokjin: more sweet than anything, but he’ll sarcasticly respond if you start acting like the maknae


anonymous asked:

can rbert stans stop using him losing his mother and his daddy issues and so called mental illness (he ain't mentally ill lol) to excuse his vile behaviour ?? a "bad" past doesn't excuse abusing everyone around you in the present

they probably can, but they wont bc otherwise they wouldnt be able to excuse his behavior anymore….theyre reasons but not excuses and as soon as they see that, they’ll realize he’s a shitty person and they just dont wanna accept that

anonymous asked:

You're just another liberal art bro masking a feminist to speak over women because somehow your "intersectional" opinion matters more! All these girls on here are in love with you but you're the exact type of guy they should stay the FUCK away from! You're not a feminist, you don't care about women, and you're no better than any of the other "woke" dudebros posing as feminists to get laid and validated online

I don’t know where you are getting this impression but that’s not the case at all!!! I don’t wanna speak over any women!! I really do want to give women a voice and I would never use a label like feminist to get women to sleep with me!!! like I never said I was perfect, that I know anything about anything, that I am a symbol of feminism?? and speak over women’s voices!! I’m really sorry if I offended you or made u think otherwise:/ but ask literally anyone I know and they will tell u otherwise!! like idk where this is coming from, I have never in my entire life outright disrespected a woman, I care about my mother my sister all my female friends, when I do have a girlfriend someday we would be equals and I would never project a fake feminist label on myself to make her sleep with me because I am a feminist and she is her own person!!! this makes me so upset you would think this:-((((( I mean I know how privileged I am and being a cis male I have given privileges over women but i want to change that! I’m not masking anything! I think it’s bullshit women are payed less I hate when women get catcalled I hate how high the assault rate is, I want all these thins abolished!! And I don’t think if I “pretend” to think that way women will sleep with me!! I want them all to be abolished because I respect women!! Every bone in my body is cringing knowing even one person things I would ever manipulate a woman that way:( I’m sorry I let you down i guess:(


Hey whats up guys gimmi art suggestions for my silly snake AU of JW. Situations, poses, whatevs. If you wanna see what he looks like, check my Long JW tag.

Please use my ask box, otherwise I’ll loose your prompts. Anon’s on!