because i'm sick like that

so lemme get this straight

you’ve got grown-ass men drawing loli porn and hypersexualizing young female characters (maybe not in this particular fandom, but my point still stands), and yet the people you choose to shit on are the (mostly) younger girls who enjoy a cute shark guy?? bc its ‘cringey’ or whatever the fuck???

miss me w/ that garbage lmao

on that note, instead of complaining that there’s more pics of sidon than female characters (which is a little sad but a lot of people mostly like drawing characters they personally find attractive), why not:

1). draw it yourself or

2). commission one of your favorite artists to do it

because both of those options are much better and more productive than pretending you have some sort of superiority over other people just because you don’t like a character

Free! Cast: Things I've actually heard College Students say
  • Nagisa: Look how pretty my notes are!!! Too bad I'll never study them.
  • Nitori: I might look fine in class but I'm dying inside.
  • Rei: I've never seen Frozen and at this point I'm afraid too.
  • Haru: When the professor shows up Im just gonna get up, make eye contact and leave.
  • Gou: Shut the fuck up and eat your shitty Frosted Flakes.
  • Momo: Is it acceptable to throw myself out this window after the exam?
  • Nagisa: I need more gay people in my life I'm suffocating in straights.
  • Haru: I think I'm gonna sleep outside and let the snow bury me until I die.
  • Rin: Why the fuck would I pay $5 for a grilled cheese? Oh wait they're delivering them? Buy 3.
  • Makoto: I feel like a child but I look like an adult and I think it throws people off.
  • Momo: Yo look at this dog! I want this dog. This dog is a straight g.
  • Nagisa: I got super drunk and told everyone I was a lesbian.
  • Rin: I've only done anal twice okay!!!!!!
  • Gou: Instead of studying art we should make art with our bodies!!

I shall title this “Wearing your giant animal of a boyfriend’s shirt and a shitty forever 21 cap is usually lame, however if you’re a beautiful androgynous young man you can do whatever the fuck you want”

City boy meets Farm boy au!!

going through the kpop smut tag lately as been
- complaining about underage smut
- a meme
- a fluff with no smut
- someone else complaining about underage smut
- another meme
- fluffs, angsts, series
- no actual smuts
- a decent smut plot appears
- but it’s a bts smut
- of course

  • Jikook: does something
  • Salty shippers: he barely touched his neck. He was kissing his hand. They shouldn't force themselves to this level of fan service.
  • *Other ship does fan service*
  • Salty shippers: oMG!!!! Did y'all see that! Abdjdkx it's real, you can see the emotion! ...

ok but I need a fake dating!klance fic in which shiro off-handedly mentions that lance/keith have the worst dynamic out of anyone in the team and they get together to Spite Him

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Some sketches of my favorite Shark 🦈 I’ve been screaming since this morning because it was his birthday. HBD SHARK BAIT!

❤ Please don’t repost, edit, or use my work without permission ❤
:-(

At one point Sam’s temperature climbs above 108 and he goes down hard in the bunker’s hallway, wandering half-delirious with Dean fluttering anxiously at his side. Dean sees Sam start to crumple in his periphery, catches his brother by the underarms and lets his dead weight carry them gracelessly to the ground.

Then Sam starts seizing.

Dean gets a thigh wedged under his head to keep it from banging against the cement while he lies twitching and jerking on the floor, holds him steady like that with fingers wound tight in the fabric of his shirt. There’s saliva foaming up between his lips, dribbling down the sides of his face and his breath is making an awful choking, rattling wheeze in his throat. Dean tilts his brother’s head to clear his airway, hangs on with adrenaline and sick dread churning away in his stomach.

Eventually the spasms stop and Sam goes still. Dean keeps him there on the cement, head pillowed in his lap, rubbing circles into his shoulder and speaking soothing, senseless things while Sam’s eyelids flutter—the way he used to when Sam would have nightmares, or when the hallucinations got so bad there were long bleeding scores on his arms and throat where he tried to claw out the maggots he saw writhing there.

Like those times, it takes a while for Sam to come back to himself. His eyes are half-open but unfocused, failing to take in much of his surroundings. His lips are parted and shining, moving a little as he sucks in air rhythmically. Dean mops the saliva from Sam’s chin with the cuff of his shirtsleeve, smooths the sweaty hair back from his forehead.

Sam is still searing hot to the touch. Burning up from inside. Transforming.

Dean hangs on tight tight tight—prays with all his strength Sam won’t crumble to ash beneath his hands.

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If Yuma was your boyfriend - pt.1(?)

↳ requested by anonymous  ❀

  • Me: "Let's rewatch glee!
  • Alex: "We can do that."
  • Me: "Yay!" *puts in season 2*
  • Alex: "Wh-what are you doing?"
  • Me: "Rewatching glee."
  • Alex: "But that's..."
  • Me: "Yup."
  • Alex: "Episode 6?"
  • Me: *death glare* "Is that going to be a problem?"
  • Alex: O.O "Nope, never. Whatever you want, love dove. Just please don't hurt me."

anonymous asked:

uhhhhh "harry tweets and deletes pictures of louis tomlinson" and "harry was hacked" are two completely different headlines lmao. they're not atraight up saying he was hacked. they said he posted the pictures and that people think he was hacked. but that fucking title tells you what they decided was a more important headline. jesus this is so shady. i feel sick because i'm so optimistic and like excited lmfao.

shit, you’re right. and that’s what people who click on the article will have front and centre in their minds: “okay, so he tweeted it.” v interesting.

I thought 2 (Jason Todd x Reader)

Summary: What exactly happened last night? Nobody knows. What is happening right now? Nobody knows either.

Pairings: Jason Todd x Reader

Warnings: none.. i think.. unless you get triggered by pancakes or something..

a/n: woahhhhh.. I didn’t think I was going to make a part two, because a. I was scared it wouldn’t live up or b. I felt like I should leave the rest to you guys, buttttt @maiamiii convinced me otherwise and is really just a great friend so yeahhhhhhhhhh.. and there will be a part three.. because memories do not end there…-wink wink- heh.

(Part 1) (Part 3)


A ray of sunshine phased through the window. Rays of sunshine are usually a symbol for hope for many people in miserable states. Imagine a dark and sinister room, filled with your deepest fears and insecurities. Now, imagine a ray of sunshine appear; wouldn’t that light give you even the tiniest sense of hope? This was the situation you were in at the moment. Seeing the morning for the first time in years with someone you loved was an ineffable feeling. You were oblivious to the rushing possibilities of negativity. You simply did not care at the moment. It gave you the sense of hope you needed for quite a long time and you were not going to waste this small spark.

You rubbed your eyes producing phosphenes, before sitting up, fully awake. There was still some lasting colours and light from rubbing your eyes, but you were able to focus shortly. You glanced around to see Jason Todd in slumber. He was sitting on a rather comfortable chair beside the bookshelf. You didn’t mind this; You felt happy that he decided not to leave you even as a gigantic mess. You gently shifted to the side of the bed making sure not to make noise to wake the snoozing Todd. You stood up walking over your closet, picking out a sweater, sweatpants and underwear.

You quickly scurried to the bathroom and locked it. You striped off and turned on the shower. You took a quick shower that lasted about fifteen minutes and it relaxed your tenseness which was a problem that seemed to linger ever since the night before. It let you calm down. After such shower, you had dried up and worn some clothes. You carefully stepped out the bathroom as the way you quietly came in. A small rumble resonated within your stomach indicating your hunger. You looked again at the happily dozing Jason, before deciding to make some pancakes for both of you.


Jason’s eyes slowly fluttered open quite surprised to not see you. He quickly stood up and looked around the room examining it for any traces of where you could be. The door suddenly flung open startling Jay from his investigation. You held out a tray of pancakes and iced tea.

“I’m sorry. Did I startle you?” You spoke gently.

He just stared at you in response with a slight shock of how calm you were.

“(y/n), I’m sorry. I sh-”

“It’s in the past now; there’s nothing any of us can do about it. All I want to do is spend time with you.” You smiled with genuine joy. You continued to hold out the tray of pancakes waiting for him to take one. He paused for a moment gazing deeply as if he had seen a ghost. You were miserably depressed the night before, and now you were okay? You were going to kill yourself for fuck’s sake. Jason was lost in feeling wondering how you would forgive an act as vile as what he had allowed you to endure. If he were you, he would have never wanted to feel your presence again, but you weren’t like that.

“Jay?” You waved a hand before him. He blinked profusely and quickly nodded his head.

“I got lost in thought, sorry.”

“Enough, sorry’s. Shall we eat?” You proclaimed with your sweet smile.

Jason missed that. He missed so many things about you. He longed to see your innocent face,cheerful smile, positive attitude and the list could go on. Last night, he saw the exact opposite. He saw your beaten face, broken smile, and depressed state. Worst of all, he was the reason for all these nuisances and changes, but this morning you just went back? He expected waking up to a furious and angered spirit, but you were just yourself again.

“Sure.” He replied.

“Uhm. Would you still want to rest here and eat or are you awake enough to go to the dining room?” You asked faintly chuckling.

“I think I can take on the dining room.” He tried his best to lighten the mood.

You showed him to the rather normal dining room composed of a average-sized table and two chairs. Jay raised an eyebrow seeing there were only two chairs. He expected your apartment to be prepared for a large amount of guest seeing that you were very sociable and always invited friends for lunch or dinner. It was quite sad to truly see how much Jason’s demise affected you. You were best friends, and possibly even more in the near future if he had not died. You always wondered what could have been, then you remembered a small incident. It was a serene memory. It was like visualizing a small garden filled with blooming flowers. It must be a wonderful sight.


“Jason!” You screamed falling down. He quickly rushed over to you and kneeled beside you. There was an obvious emotion of fret presented onto his face. He held you close whilst bombarding you with questions and worried expressions.

“(y/n)! What’s wrong? Please don’t leave me! It will be right, I promise!”

You steadily shut your eyes. “I’m dying, Jay.” You mumbled incoherently. A tear sped down his cheek as he continued to assure your safety.

“Please (y/n), ple-”

“of cuteness.” You dramatically posed. He gave you a death glare as you just trolled him. You bit your upper lip holding in the eruptions of laughter. You glanced over the measly and cutesy bee. It buzzed past the both of you in the garden. As you were watching the bee’s direction of movement Jason just dropped you. You fell to the grass letting out a small “Ow.”

“You’re mean.” He said wiping away some of the remaining tears.

“You have to admit it was funny” You stood up brushing off all the dirt your clothes had collected from falling. He crossed his arms and gave you the most serious look he could give you, but you just continued to smile restricting the laughter from coming out. He final gave in and let out a small giggle.

“Okay, fine that was pretty good.” He continued as his laughter slowly grew. You joined and laughed along.

“Just don’t scare me again; you’re my best friend! I don’t think I could live without you..“

Forgot about these doodles I drew awhile back. 

anonymous asked:

I don't understand why we even have a return policy if my manager is just going to override it every time someone wants to do a late return. It just enables people to ignore policy because it doesn't actually hold up as long as you ask for a manager. Not to mention the way employees get treated by smug, entitled customers when they go overhead to get special treatment. I'm actually delighted when I get to uphold policy because I'm so sick of customers acting like brats to get whatever they want.

FYI dt appreciation week sets are coming I’m just a day behind because life. I’ve got something really special planned for the hair portion. Stay tuned for that :)

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

my least favorite thing is where I don’t intentionally procrastinate and instead just suddenly find out that I totally didn’t do the thing and it is now too late

I hate that thing