but i wish you were a troll

After Words

Summary: Bookshop AU. Reader finds a book with some handwritten notes inside and sets out to find the person responsible.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word Count: 6,690

Warnings: language, fluff, mentions of anxiety, one mention of PTSD, mentions of mental health issues, I love italicizing things, and I make fun of people calling other people snowflakes

A/N: This is for @whotheeffisbucky​‘s AU Writing Challenge. Thanks for letting me participate! Sorry if it’s a mess!

Originally posted by leafierleaf

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Five Times When... || Peter Parker x Reader

{summary: while spending the night at ned’s place along with peter, you begin to think back on all of the memories you shared with the young dork while trying to figure out his feelings for you.}

admittedly, this is not peter’s soulmate au, but i really wanted to write this imagine so…enjoy~

permanent tags: @psychicwitchphilosopher

warnings: none

**don’t repost/plagiarize this story. reblogs are fine!**


You had a hunch that Peter Parker may have a crush on you, but you couldn’t say with absolute certainty that he viewed you in a romantic light.

Being best friends with Ned Leeds since you were in fifth grade, it was obvious that your paths would cross with Peter on numerous occassion, seeing as though the boy was also a good friend of Ned’s. You got along just fine with Peter, only feeling a tad bit envious when he and Ned would do cool Guy Stuff™ together while sometimes excluding you from their activities completely.

Take right now, for example. Ned’s parents absolutely adored you and Peter and seldom minded whenever Ned invited you both over for a sleepover. Your days would be filled with time spent on videogames and binge watching all of your favorite movies. However, when it was time to turn in for the night, you would be forced to sleep in the guest room as Peter was allowed to stay with Ned in his room.

Admittedly, this made you incredibly jealous. It’s not like either boys particularly liked you-

At least, that’s what you thought.

Which was what brought you to your current situation. As you lay in complete darkness, staring blankly at the ceiling, you thought back to five specific incidences where Peter acted way more than just a friend to you, making you question if his feelings toward you truly were just purely platonic in nature.

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anonymous asked:

I'm trying to be serious, and warn you. The bible says: You shall not lie with a male as with a woman; it is an abomination. (Leviticus 18:22) If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death; their blood is upon them. (Leviticus 20:13) Homosexuality is revolting. I like your art. I wish you'd stop condoning such awful things when you have other brilliant things to bring forward. Please take my warning from God.

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Falling Stars (4)

Originally posted by ladyoflaketownimagines

Pairing: Slight Lindir x reader and Fili x reader in here. Send me your requests!
Word count: 2404 (lmao its so long im sorry)                                                Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest         Warnings: Swearing, oblivious!modern!reader                                                   A/N: Hey guys I promise this chapter is actually good unlike the last one lmao. Also there’s a little lindir x reader in here so be warned haha.

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Everything hurt, and when you said everything you meant everything. Even your arms hurt and you were given the lightest pack!

You wished the ponies hadn’t run away… Or you know, eaten.

It wasn’t your fault you had stumbled upon the trolls when you went to pee, they just sort of popped outta nowhere carrying away the company’s ponies. Your brain couldn’t even process what you saw and to top it all off after Kíli, Fíli, and Bilbo found you hiding near a fallen log, the princes forced you an Bilbo to go check them out. Some friends they were!

The trolls were probably the most ugly things you had the pleasure of gazing upon and you certainly did not want tocheck them out’ as Fíli put it. You weren’t a warrior or Bilbo’s size and so once the two of you stealthily padded over to where your captured ponies where, the one sharpening a knife, William, had spotted you.

Bilbo of course-that lucky bastard, escaped once Tom, the one with the cold, snatched you up by the ankle.

You really hated your life right then.

Though, just as the trolls decided to make you into a pie, your heroes, beards and all, came to your rescue. Yet, as brave as they were it didn’t go as planned and poor Bilbo almost had his limbs ripped off. And so, you were all shoved into burlap sacks while some of the dwarves were strapped onto a spit. You were included in that bunch lucky enough to roast on the fire and strapped on under Bofur’s stinky feet and above Dwalin’s tattooed head. You made sure your feet dug into his back each time he complained about your own smelly feet or how the fire singed his skin.

But, as always, Gandalf came to the rescue just as the sun rose and cracked the giant stone. Just like in Narnia! Anyways….

Now you had no ponies, and that meant you could feel the full wrath of your Converse shoes plus thin socks. Helllooooo blisters!

At first you didn’t think it was such a terrible idea to walk the rest of the way, like, Erebor couldn’t be that far away right? Also, the weather wasn’t terrible and although you hated walking, it was better than getting sore muscles from ridding a pony all day.

Boy, were you wrong.

The first bad thing to happen besides the trolls of course, was the strange other wizard with bird shit in his hair and screamed about evil and spiders and shit. The only good thing that came out of the chance encounter with Radagast the Brown was that Fíli and Kíli had the balls to actually apologize to you for forcing you to meet with the trolls. You gave them each a good punch to the stomach, not that it hurt them in anyway at all…Really, it hurt you instead to the point of your knuckles bruising.

Damn those dwarves! At least they gave you kisses upon your injured fist and a group hug that left you gasping for breath when they squeezed too hard.

At first you thought nothing about the howls that echoed around the forest but after a wolf, which most definitely was not a wolf, nearly killed poor Bofur, but your Hulk with tattoos whacked it over its head with his intimidating axe before it could do any harm.

And now you were running. That’s right, running while the Company and you bolted across the land covered in yellow grass to God knows where.

It was no secret that you weren’t the most athletic human being to ever live, but sometimes a girl gotta lift some weights every now and then. So in no way you were considered weak(at least for human standards) but running! You despised running.

Goddamnit, I knew I should of used the treadmill, you thought gloomily.

“(y/n)! Keep up!” Thorin barked, yanking you from your horrid thoughts of impeding doom.

“I could if I didn’t have short fuckin’ legs.” You hissed under your breath while picking up your pace.

You legs burned but the thought of being consumed by an angry pack of oversized dogs and strange mutated goblin things kept you going. That is, until you were surrounded by the snarling beasts.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

“(y/n)!” Thorin shouted, snatching your arm to pull you out of the way as one of the wargs charged.

His blade easily sliced through its pelt and you winced as the beast fell. You sure hoped you’d never be on the receiving end of his blade…

“Stay behind me,” Thorin ordered, glancing behind his shoulder. “I intend to keep you alive.”

“Great.” You breathed, glancing behind you to see if there was another escape rout. There wasn’t anything but rock behind you. Or so you thought.

“This way, you fools!” The sudden voice of Gandalf ordered, his pointy hat popping out from the rock.

You didn’t hesitate in throwing yourself into the alcove of rock, desperate to escape the threat of a having your face ripped off. Try explaining that to your mother once you returned home.

The rest of the dwarves and Bilbo barreled in after you, some of them landing right on top of you. Namely Bombur.

For some reason the idea of getting squashed by a massive dwarf was better than being eaten in your mind. Maybe it was because Bombur gave you food. Yeah, that was it.

Anyhow, with a devious smirk from Gandalf and moody grumbles from the dwarves, you all piled into the narrow passageway that smelled like wet rock and moss. You tried you best not to trip over the stones that jutted out on the path, but it happened every so often anyways. Thankfully Fíli caught you each time.

“Careful, lass.” He chuckled, blue eyes twinkling. “Wouldn’t want ya to hurt yourself.”

“I’m surprised I haven’t yet.” You laughed. “Knowing my luck I’ll probably be sliced into pieces soon, or thrown off a cliff, or maybe eaten…”

You missed the flash of worry present on Fíli’s face, too occupied with trying to maneuver safely out of the crevice, or as you deemed it, a secret passage. You for one wanted to get out of the small space as quickly as possible.

And as if someone answered your prayers, the passage opened up to probably the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. You let out a gasp and wandered to the edge of the small cliff that led into the valley.

“The Valley of Imladris,” Gandalf spoke. “In the common tongue it is known by another name. Here lies the last Homely House East of the sea.”  

It was gorgeous and magical all at once from what you saw, with it’s ornate buildings built upon the various rivers and cascading falls. Already you could feel the spray of the waterfalls from up on the ledge, a bubble of excitement building inside you.

The rest of the dwarves seemed to be as mystified as you were but after a few angry words from Thorin in that harsh language of theirs, they were snapped out of the spell. You, not really giving two shits about what Thorin said, happily trotted along with Gandalf who led the line of dwarves down the pass and onto the beautifully carved bridges.

“Gandalf?” You said dreamily.

“Yes, dear one?”

“What is this place?”

“It is called Rivendell in the common tongue. The elves call it Imladris.” The wizard answered with a smile.


Your second question was left unanswered as you crossed a final bridge and into a courtyard. Trees with shimmering green and golden leaves swayed around the circular area, the rushing river hugging the left side of it. You spun around and breathed in the sharp mountain air as it rustled your hair, the scent of lilacs lingering as an after taste. If magic had a smell this would be it.

Just as you did another spin to memorize the scenery, a man with long brown hair with a silver diadem placed upon his brow, gracefully descended down the steps towards the Company. He wore a purple robe, but as he got closer you realized the cloth wasn’t just purple; t was black and silver and gold, and the deepest shade of something similar to purple that you could not name. It truly was magic.

In your confusion to name the color of the mystery man’s robe, you also took note of his not-so-human like ears. They were pointy. When Gandalf mentioned elves your mind took the courtesy of imagining little tiny people with brightly colored clothes with golden bells and pointed shoes, not drop-dead gorgeous men with long flowing locks.

“Mithrandir.” The elf called.

“Ah! Lindir!” Gandalf greeted, placing his hand on his heart, the elf doing the same.

The rest of the conversation went right over your head as the two fell into some other kind of language you couldn’t hope to comprehend. It sounded nice though. Much more gentle and smooth compared to what the dwarves spoke, like comparing water to rock.

At least while they spoke you could dreamily stare at ‘Lindir’, as Gandalf called him. Unfortunately it didn’t last long since the sudden sound of a horn being blown echoed around the valley. An iron fist wrenched you away from Galdalf’s side and threw you into the center of a smelly dwarf circle along with Bilbo. The dwarves all bared their weapons as at least 50 horses surrounded them, towering over the party.

They were all so pretty even if the carried swords and spears.

You were too lost in your thoughts and overwhelmed by Rivendell and its inhabitants to notice that the Lord of Rivendell had welcomed you with open arms. Too overwhelmed it seemed that even as the company followed Lord Elrond up the stairs, you didn’t even notice.

“Excuse me, my lady.” A soft voice spoke as you leaned over the edge of the courtyard to peek at the running river.

You whipped around, you fascination now fixed on a certain elf who stood before you. He was even more impressive up close and seeing his near perfect self you realized you probably looked like utter shit. Dirt covered your clothes and shoes and you probably had mud streaked across your forehead along with a couple of bleeding scratches you hadn’t bothered to worry about. In all honesty you were surprised you were even allowed in here. Speaking of not being allowed in places…where did your friends go?

“Um…hi?” You stuttered, faltering under Lindir’s intense gaze.

“I do not mean to be insensitive, my lady, but you are not a dwarf.” He stated, his head tilting to the side. “Why would a human girl such as yourself be traveling with them?”

Why indeed, you thought bitterly, flashes of that night where you had fallen into Middle Earth spinning inside your head.

You shrugged and gave Lindir a wry smile. “Dunno, it wasn’t like I had much of a choice.”

Lindir’s puppy dog eyes widened. “You were kidnapped?”

“What? No!” You laughed, scratching the back of your head. “It’s just-it’s a long story and I’d probably bore you out of your mind if I told you. Plus you’d never believe me.”

Lindir gave you an empathetic smile and brushed a pale hand over your shoulder, the touch sending shivers through you. “Come, I will bring you to your friends, and if you wish you may tell me your tale while we walk.”

“Oh, o-okay..” You said, blushing a fiery red that put tomatoes to shame. “Your name is Lindir right?”

“Yes, my lady.” He said, folding his arms behind his back as you both climbed the marble steps.

“That’s a nice name.” You said without thinking. After processing what you did, you hurriedly blurted out something before Lindir realized what you said. “My name is (y/n), by the way. Not that you care or whatever. Just thought you should know since you keep calling me 'my lady’. I’m not a princess or anything…ha..ha..”

You swore at yourself for rambling. Goddammit (y/n), this is why people think you’re crazy!  

“(y/n).” He repeated as if testing to see how it sounded on his own tongue. You blushed again. “A lovely name for an equally lovely lady.”

You swore you just had a heart attack. This man- or rather elf, was a smooth talker and eye candy. Though, he was probably just being nice. I mean, you looked like a hobo and you were  a guest and all. You sighed.

Oh well, at least you could say you got complimented at least once by a hot guy even if it was just out of hospitality.

As Lindir escorted you through the swirling designs and patterns of Rivendell, you couldn’t help falling a little in love with the place. It was so peaceful and lovely here, much different from your journey here and the urban life back at home.

You rounded another corner and Lindir stopped in front of an ornate looking door. Flowers hung from the ceiling, framing the wood and you reached out to thumb a scarlet petal, marveling at the color.

“This is your room Lord Elrond has provided you, lady (y/n).” Lindir smiled, pearly white teeth flashing behind his lips. “A bath has been drawn and clothes are laid out for you if you decide to dine with Lord Elrond and your Company tonight.”

Your heart swelled at his kindness. “Thanks Lindir.”

He bowed his head in acknowledgement, his hand unclasping from behind his back to reach for your own. His soft hand held your forearm with a certain tenderness and swept down towards your wrist, his nimble fingers brushing against the fragile bone, then finally down to grasp your hand in his, knuckles faced up. Meeting your eye, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon your bruised knuckles, much like how Fíli and Kíli did earlier that day.

“I hope to see you at dinner, (y/n).” Lindir murmered. “You still have not told me your tale, and I wish to hear it.”

“Alright.” You hummed sheepishly, your face matching the scarlet flowers that hung from the potted plants.

With one last smile, Lindir turned gracefully on his heel and disappeared down another corridor, his purple robes and his dark hair flowing behind him. You couldn’t help the dopey smile that lingered on your lips.

Rivendell was rockin’.  

oopalehyn  asked:

Sith shenanigans! Dooku is deaged to 11yrs old, feeling more and more this age he sneaks on Obi-wan and Anakin's transport to rejoin the only person he has ever felt safe with, his old master. (I hope your holidays are going good! ^^)

“…You’re sure.” The blond stared at Yan some more and the padawan shuffled a bit, staring back with wide pale blue eyes as he pressed his back against the wall.

“I’m sure Anakin.” The redhead just smiled gently at Yan. “Its alright young one, we’ll take you to your master.” He offered him his hands and Yan hesitated a bit but while the knight in front of him was full of stormy emotions, the redhead actually seemed calm and accepting.

He reminded Yan a bit of his master.

Slowly taking them, the padawan let himself be pulled out from the bulkhead where he had been hiding, stumbling just a tiny bit.

“Easy there young one. You had an experience huh?” The redhead soothed.

“Yes master.” Yan mumbled, glancing about then up. “I don’t know how I got there but I felt you master and…well…”

“You followed and snuck on board. Were you uncertain?” The redhead was still gentle.

Yan glanced at the blond then back at the redhead. “…The Force feels so odd. And he seems…” He glanced at the blond again who crossed his arms over his chest with rising brows.

“Anakin is a bit of a special case.” The redheaded master offered with a small smile. “I am master Obi-Wan Kenobi, this is knight Anakin Skywalker. Now how about we get you back to your master hmm?”

“I’d really like that…” Yan whispered, desperately wishing he knew where his lightsabers were.


Force it was so odd, Yan Dooku, kneeling in front of Yoda’s council chair with short black hair and a short braid, eyes wide as he leaned into the soothing petting the old troll was giving him.

The situation was hard to explain, especially since Yan himself had no information for them.

One moment he had been in the temple sparring, the next he had woken up in an unfamiliar room in a way to big shirt (which he had made into a dress with a belt around his waist to keep it all in place) and no Jedi anywhere in sight until Anakin and Obi-Wan had landed.

But with the Force so odd, he had been uncertain what to do.

So instead of talking to the other Jedi, he had hidden on their ship, hoping to get home and to his master.

The best explanation was Force shenanigans, and who knew how long it would last until the old Yan Dooku came back.

But for now he was a young padawan of eleven who needed to be told that he was in the future.

It was easier to tell him that then tell him he had been deaged.

And wasn’t that strange.

‘…He looks so happy…’ Obi-Wan stroked his beard, watching Yoda and Yan.

Despite the wide blue eyes, the boy looked happy to be back with his master, wearing a proper padawan uniform instead of the too large shirt.

How did this boy, who looked so happy at his master’s side, turn into a Sith?


It didn’t make sense.

Had Qui-Gon’s death really shattered the last of Yan Dooku’s heart or was it something else?

For now though they’d have to wait and see what would happen.

‘…I kind of hope he remains. Yoda hasn’t seemed this young in a long time.’ Obi-Wan glanced at the old troll who was gently rubbing the slender black braid between his claws.

I rewatched Soshitsu

You know how this goes, I posted a ton of tweets with my reactions. Will do a more serious analysis later on.

Here are my reactions for Saikai, Ketsui and Kokuhaku.

  • i rewatched those 5 first minutes and oh my God if I had been Maki I’d also be PISSED AS HELL 
  • I wonder what happened to the other 3 original Chosen Chikdren
  • Also Daigo x Maki are the original Takari
  • Pyocomon really go super pissed when Sora stepped on her leaf
  • Tokomon is super cute I want to have it for breakfast
  • I love Jou he’s the best in this OVA can someone give him a medal
  • In Adventure the Digimon knew those kids were their partners, they were waiting for them but after the reboot they have no clue of who they are.
  • Meicoomon has to be killed who are we even kidding
  • Koushiro’s such a nerd talking about the Oolong tea I love him so much
  • Motimon really wanted him to stop talking LOL.
  • Tokomon’s teeth are so dangerous
  • How did Mimi turn out to be a chef again
  • Koromon is such a fatass I love him so much
  • Now we know why Sora was carrying two bags, one was mainly for the food
  • Sora really is pissed about the reboot not working out with Meicoomon
  • Can Jou’s girlfriend appear already
  • How can the Digimon not know their own names
  • After Mimi openly stating Palmon was ugly it’s nice to see her saying she’s pretty
  • My brother just really wants Meiko dead LMAOOOO he has no idea
  • Whenever Meicoomon’s angry the infection reappears this is something
  • In 1999 they didn’t have phones life was simpler
  • Taichi and Yamato sharing looks because they know Sora’s unstable
  • Taichi really tries his best to make Sora feel better and Yamato wants to get closer but they really are clueless
  • Maki’s computer has a DigiWorld Google Maps
  • Taichi is the worst he never knows when to SHUT UP
  • Sora really exploded with Taichi and Yamato, perhaps because they’re the closer to her. Calling them selfish, and they really are
  • Can Taichi, Sora and Yamato openly get in a polyamorous relationship already
  • I wonder what would’ve happened if Taichi and Yamato hadn’t gone looking for Sora
  • What did the rest of the gang think when the golden trio came out of the woods how kinky
  • Sora really closes herself when she’s bad with Piyomon yet she doesn’t stop caring for her at all
  • Maki made the reboot her final goal in life, she got obsessed
  • I wonder if Meicoomon opened portals in the distortion so the kids would survive
  • Piyomon is stone cold how many times must she make Sora CRY
  • Will they ever let us know how did Meiko get to the DigiWorld
  • Hikari is so pure so graceful she was simply taking a nap next next to a tree
  • The kids appeared in iconic places i wish they had done more things there
  • Meiko is a girl scout this is canon
  • What kind of drugs did Hackmon use on Daigo oh my GOD
  • Palmon is a better artist than Taichi
  • Piyomon sleeping next to Meiko instead of Sora was too much WHY TOEI WHY
  • The train was coming after Koushiro and Yamato and the Digimon wouldn’t move AT ALL
  • Everyone loves trolling Yamato let’s make an OVA where everyone trolls him 10/10 would watch
  • Hikari saying they should accept their partners as they are now was such a nice thing to say, plus she knows Nyaromon didn’t get to suffer this time around
  • I’m glad Meiko was there to comfort Sora tbh she really needed to be listened
  • Sora saved Meiko’s ass
  • I wonder if the Mysterious Man gets to control whoever he wants
  • Meicoomon opened tge portals so the rest of the gang could go help them out
  • Sora throwing rocks at the MM is so iconic I want this in every fanfiction

The Mysterious Man: licks Sora’s cheek 

Sora: does nothing 

Mugendramon attacks Piyomon. 


  • Will forever fangirl at the fact Taichi and Yamato got into the PORTALS TO SAVE SORA 
  • I wonder if the gang saw Gennai/the MM harassing Sora like shit 

Taichi: are you okay, Sora? 


  • Gennai on full sith mode is scary as fuck 
  • How powerful can Plotmon’s attack be 
  • Joe saying the bad guy is Yg whatever he’s called ayfiebf
  • Koushiro typing random stuff in the laptop and everyone getting his plan is too funny
  • Leaving Meiko alone was a badddd idea y'all
  • Sora’s eyes when Piyomon called her by her name <3 <3
  • Yamato!!!!!!…… kun
  • How did Maki know where to find Bakumon exactly
  • Maki really went full cray cray
  • What was that underwater scene where Taichi and Yamato die it was so weird
  • Was the lake frozen or how did they manage to stand now
  • Palmon saying Tentomon got shrunk is so CUTE
  • what kind of food does Sora eat to make her bones so strong
  • Yeah, don’t mind me here I am about to die yet I want to talk about meatballs
  • I love Hououmon’s sparkly feathers
  • Seraphimon and HerkulesKabuterimon really were unnecessary imo
  • 20 minutes of evolution sequences later
  • Pyocomon’s de-evolution sequence was super cool okay
  • So Jou did notice Piyomon and Sora weren’t getting alone
  • I never knew how much I needed a Star Wars x Digimon crossover
  • The first thing that Sora says to Taichi and Yamato is asking them if they got hurt I adore this woman so MUCH

Taichi: hits Yamato so he’d talk to Sora 

Yamato: hits Taichi so he’d talk to Sora 

Sora: bakas

  • Meiko is like super dead but not really.
  • My brother can’t stop laughing at the fact Seraphimon appeared just because lmao 
  • sooo…. Hackmon is with Homeostasis and Alphamon is with Yggdrasil
  • What I still don’t get is why Gennai needed Ken’s for to get into the Real World when he already could get into with his Digital form

I still feel like I have to watch it one more time to fully appreciate everything… but this definitely was something.

I really enjoyed seeing Sora have the spotlight, I didn’t enjoy all the time lost with evolution sequences, but what to do.

Also, that cliffhanger?? God knows when will OVA number 5 will come out.

If you are a beginner keeper, you should listen twice as much as you speak

And this isnt a “erg newbies are annoying” post or one meant to discourage. It’s just plain dangerous to be giving advice if you have only been caring for an animal for a few months.

It’s important because you would simply not know the reasoning behind a lot of what you have learned because more of what you learned was regurgitated information. You learned the HOW, but not the WHY. So when you perpetuate information you have been told, you’re potentially furthering misinformation you have learned.

For example, I commonly see people say “ball pythons cant go in large enclosures because it stresses them out.”

This is ultimately not true. It is not enclosure size that stresses ball pythons out, but expansive empty spaces. Very few people provide their ball pythons in tanks with sufficient furnishing to allow them to positively use their space.

However, if you go around repeating that information, you’re incorrect and potentially have caused harm for an animal (maybe not in this example, but you get the picture).

For this reason it’s much better to read and take in information without feeling the need to take on the responsibility of correcting people. Focus on your personal animal care techniques and how to improve them at every step. Ask questions and read read read!

And this is especially because you dont want to be the dingdong telling someone their normal would be a pinstripe ball python if they simply stretched the snake out for a better photo.

anonymous asked:

What if Slav was jean-bob?


I’m…so excited about this revelation of an idea omg. Bless you, anon! Obviously I still have a lot of details to work out but I’m gonna go ahead and assume Zarkon kidnapped him along with Matt for his science/magic knowledge and turned into the form he is in canon Voltron - although for some reason I’m picturing him being shrunk as well? So he’s essentially just a large caterpillar. 

Can you imagine tiny!Slav flopping dramatically over Keith’s shoulder and fussing about the probabilities of dying a horrible death because the wind is blowing from North-North-East instead of North-East? Or freaking out because a leaf fell in front of them and landed the wrong side up and do NOT step over that puddle because that tree over might get struck by lightning and they will all dIE.  

Oh maaan the bit where they try to break into Zarkon’s castle to steal the map from under Haggar’s nose (or whatever recon mission works with my AU) will be GOLDEN with Slav to panic and stall them at every turn. Keith would most definitely lose his shit, but can you imagine him hearing Shiro in his head saying “patience yields focus” and being like “yeah, Shiro wouldn’t get mad about this, I need to be calm” but LMAOOO JOKE’S ON YOU KEITH, SHIRO WOULD WANT TO MURDER THE LITTLE SHIT WITHIN FIVE MINUTES.

Ahh this is so good <333 I’m glad this part of the AU has been resolved neatly. Thank you for the suggestion! I’m sorry I assumed you were trolling me at first lmao >>


April Fools?

We could never leave Love Live behind. While Aikatsu is an amazing show, and it deserves a lot of love, Love Live truly holds a special place in our hearts.

We lost about 500 followers, so thank you for those who knew we were trolling/aren’t upset when we have fun. We were trying to come up with ideas this year, and I suggested we just… throw a real big curveball. Successfully getting at least 1,000 of you had me laughing so hard. 

But, we will be getting back to regular scheduled programming here soon. I dug deep in the ask box and made a few old ones.

For those who are unaware on how we do April Fools, we make a bunch of confessions in advance so we can have them ready to throw out. I have a couple friends help me, but a lot of the confessions I made this year were from you guys! I didn’t want to leave anything hanging, so under the cut, you can see all the other confessions we got, plus my bits and pieces of commentary. WARNING: Many of these confessions contain spoilers, so please be careful if you wish for a clean cold watch!

Thank you for letting us troll you, and we look forward to another year together!

- Admin Honoka

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gigiree  asked:

15!:) broppy

15. Loud, so everyone can hear

love makes people stupid, he thinks. branch thinks this exactly as he races across the troll tree, unable to stop moving forward to the welcoming party because it’s been– 

it’s been a long summer. 

love makes people stupid in the way that when one troll falls for another, their hearts trip over themselves, caution is thrown to the wind and– 

it’s been a long summer without annoying pink and bright colors and songs and someone banging on his door at five in the morning to catch the sunrise.

(well, like, other trolls have tried, but no one has succeeded in the least.) 

sure, he has his colors back, but even he can’t deny that he’s bluer today than yesterday, more bright, saturated with light instead of the gray because–because– 

poppy is home.

he pushes past other trolls, not caring if he’s rude, regretting every second that he turned her down because he should have gone with her to visit the other villages, he should have, he should have, he should– 

he hears her before he sees her, her laughter magic, her smile deeply embedded in her voice. 

“hi everyone! i’m home!”

and maybe it’s because he’s stupid and love can do that to you, but branch swears when he makes his way in front of the crowd and he sees her for the first time in months standing on stage, looking adorable and real and here, he can’t contain himself. 

and sure, he has only told her once, in a way that was half in love, half not, but he told her he loved her once when they were about to die, but there is nothing akin to death right now when the bursts of sunshine filter through the leaves of the troll tree and the world is perfect and– 

love makes you stupid, branch knows. he knows it exactly when he’s yelling at the top of his lungs, cutting over the crowd. 

“poppy, i love you!” 

everyone stops cheering and the world rushes back to him in a single second and branch wishes he had enough time to collect his brain, but she’s found him. she’s looking at him, pink eyes wide. 

the moment feels longer than summer as she doesn’t say anything, the crowd waiting with bated breath, and branch just wishes that bergans still ate trolls to escape this situation. 

but it’s a quiet voice this time, that catches his attention. a mumble really, until it’s starts getting louder and louder and before he knows, poppy throws herself stage, a smile adorning her face. 

“i love you too,” she says, arms spread out like wings and

branch catches her effortlessly, heart so full, head so stupid, but everything is kinda perfect. 

anonymous asked:

You know Danai's in a sex tape?! At first I'm like nah that's not her. But then that voice! STUNNED!

I had to check this out (for science and shit), and while I couldn’t find a sex tape (I doubt it exists and this Anon is either trolling or mistaken), I found a clip of her love scene in Mother of George and I am still shook! Like, don’t look at me right now! *sighs* I wish that TWD was on HBO or something because DAMN!

Originally posted by existlost-blog

I know a lot of people were saying that she was probably a little more shy and reserved with shooting love scenes than Andy is, but NOPE. She is not. The scene I saw I wish we could get something similar for Richonne because Oh.My.Goodness.

Barista Boy || Yoosung X MC

You waltzed into the coffee shop as you did every other morning. There was something different this time, though. This time, you were heartbroken.

“ Hey! What can I get you ” a quirky blonde at the register gleamed.

“ Can I get an Affogato ” you sighed, checking your phone to see if an apology text would spontaneously arrive.

“ Rough morning? ” the barista frowned, grabbing a mug and writing your order on a small tag that was attached by ribbon.

“ Rough week ” you laughed, earning one from the blonde as well, “ I’m just waiting for my friend to get off of work. I can’t wait to get on my computer and talk to him. ”

“ I totally understand. If I’m not at school, I’m gaming my days away. Today is my first day so I didn’t want to make a bad impression coming in with dark circles from staying up all night ” he brewed the coffee and pulled the ice-cream out of the freezer.

“ Ah, that explains why I’ve never seen you here before. I come every Saturday ” you sat at the bar, attempting to make small talk.

“ I think the last guy got fired for throwing an Irish coffee at his girlfriend. The nerve of some people ” the barista hissed.

“ I was that girlfriend. I am now that ex girlfriend ” you huffed, recalling the stinging sensation of the hot coffee and whiskey dripping down your torso.

“ I am so sorry. I hope I can make happier memories for you here ” blondie shook his head, spooning the ice-cream into the cup and drowning it with coffee. Once you finished your drink, he pulled out his wallet and put some cash in the register, “ On the house. You really deserve it. ”


“ I missed you ” you dragged out, adjusting your headset and signing onto LOLOL, “ How was work, cutie pie Yoosung? ”

“ It was great, MC! I met one of our regulars and she seemed really nice ” Yoosung giggled. God this boy was precious. “ How was your day? Are you feeling better? Has the wood troll spoken to you? ”

“ Everything’s been good. The evil wood troll has yet to return ” you sighed happily, wishing there were more guys out there like Yoosung. Once you told him about your ex, the two of you made jokes and began to refer to him as the ’ wood troll. ’

“ Let’s kick some ass! Seven offered up a raid before I left for work ” Yoosung declared. The two of you spent all day on LOLOL making jokes, kicking ass, and what not. Talking to him really made you feel at ease. Yoosung was your escape from the harsh reality. He never cared about what you look like or what city you live, he just wanted someone to play games with. Someone who would laugh with him and be his partner.

“ Yoosung! ” you cried, “ My computer is heating up! ”

“ Can you still call me? Pretty please? ” Yoosung begged.

“ Oh, of course ” you logged off of discord and shut down your computer. Dialing Yoosung dragged out for what seemed like forever before his lovely voice rang through your ear.

“ Thank you~ Talking to you makes me so happy. I want to meet you one day. ”

“ Yeah… maybe one day ” you grinned to yourself, realizing how much you liked this guy.

“ It’ll happen! You’re my best friend, MC. We’re bound to meet. ”

Ouch. Friend zoned.

“ You’re mine too ” you yawned.

“ MC, am I keeping you awake? ” Yoosung quizzed.

“ I’m keeping myself up. It’s one in the morning now~ ” you giggled.

“ Go to bed, my warrior princess. You did well tonight ” Yoosung cooed.

“ Thank you, guild master. You did excellent as always ” you played along.

“ Good night ”

“ Rest well, cutie. ”


The next morning came a bit too quickly. You decided on going back to the coffee shop to wake yourself up a little.

“ Oh hey! I thought you come on Saturday’s? ” the same blonde barista from yesterday spoke up.

“ I gotta wake myself up a bit. I stayed up pretty late ” you yawned, sitting at the bar.

“ What can I get for you this time? ” the cute barista quirked, leaning over the counter.

“ Flat white, please ” you ordered. The barista boy grinned and nodded.

“ So what game you play that keeps you up all night? ”

“ LOLOL. I’m number four in my server ” you stated proudly.

“ I’m number two in mine ” the boy stuck his tongue out playfully.

“ What’s your screen name? I’ll be sure to add you ” you quizzed, watching him take a toothpick to the coffee to make a heart.

“ Shooting Star Yoosung ”

Your jaw fell slack as the ever so familiar name fell from his lips.

“ You Leeroy Jenkins cunt! ”

“ Suck my water nymph! ”

The two of you burst into fits of laughter. You were happier than ever now that you knew your crush in person.

“ MC, am I dreaming? Pinch me ” Yoosung fixed his hair, a bright and beautiful smile remaining on his lips.

“ I’d rather hug you. Get over here ” you gestured. Yoosung emerged from behind the counter and wasted no time pulling you into his arms. Everything about this boy was soft, his voice, his smile, his laugh, and especially his embrace. You nuzzled further into him, never wanting to let go.

“ Let’s go somewhere after my shift, together ” Yoosung offered.

“ I actually can’t tell if your asking me on a date or to hang out ” you pulled away.

“ I-I mean… w-well….. if you wanna…. I mean… I like you…. um….. whatever you…. prefer- ”

“ Let’s go to the arcade. Like a date ” you cut off his stutters.

“ Sure thing, my warrior princess. ”

“ I’m glad I got to meet you, barista boy. ”

- Admin Taylor ( Not Revised )

anonymous asked:

Why not 'root for' Sam's happiness? What I don't get is how so many people would rather believe they were lied to and deceived than acknowledge it was them deceiving themselves. Why not believe they are a couple? Because people don't like her? Why? Why would you rather think she was posting innuendo and trolling the fandom than think she is someone he relates to? All the hate against her on tumblr saddens me. I find it ironic that the antis get accused of being the negative, hateful ones.

Oh, I hope Sam is happy. I wish him much happiness. Funny, he looks a million times happier with his co-star than he does with his “girlfriend”.

As for hate against her–I’m seeing significantly more directed at Sam than at her. She is most definitely trolling this fandom, and if Sam is okay with that, then he is different than we thought. Then again, he stayed silent while many of his fans were harassed, so maybe we had his character on too high a pedestal? I have a lot of questions for and about him and Cait today.

We’re all pissy today. Tomorrow, we’ll still be pissy, but a little more resigned. Let us vent and come back when S3 starts, or the second rate SM games close for the season.

On And Off Set

Request: YN whos David Mazous older sister who was cast as a young Harley and he’s in love with her.so the cast always makes fun of them on interviews

Cameron x reader

“Jerome!” I scream and run to him as Galavan stabs the neck into his neck. “No no no. Why?” I set his head in my lap getting the blood on my hands, and dress. “Shh doll don’t cry. I don’t need the last thing I see to be your frowning face. Come on babygirl smile.” I smile at him letting my tears spill. “I love you Jerome.” He smiles back and places a hand on my cheek. “I love you too Harleen.” His hand falls limp and his movements stop all together. “No. No no no no!” More tears spill and I sob.

“CUT!” Bruno yells. I look down at Cameron to see his eyes open and looking at me. He raises his hand and wipes my tears. I laugh and grab his hand smiling at him. “Um (y/n) Cameron! He said cut!” My little brother yells from across the set causing us to laugh. Cameron stands up and helps me up as well. “Go on and get ready. We all have to be at the interview in an hour. I’ll come to your trailer as soon as I get ready.” “Okay.” Cameron kisses my cheek and walks off to get ready himself. I shake my head blushing, and make my way to my trailer to change.

As I change and get the fake blood off of my skin I hear a knock on the door. I smile to myself and open the door. “Well that didn’t take you long. I was expecting at least a good 45 minutes.” I laugh and turn to see my little brother instead of Cameron. “Oh.” “Not who you were expecting?” “Shut up babyface.” “Ha you wish troll. By the way what is going on there?” “On where?” I ask placing my shoes on.

“You and Cameron. Are you two together?” “No.” I sigh sadly. Sure Cam and I flirt, and give each other signs, but neither of us has had the guts to ask the other out.

“But you want to be right?” “Okay David since when is my love life any business of yours?” “Since I had to watch the filming of Jerome’s and Harley’s kiss scene. Now tell me yes or no?” David says shaking me.

“Okay first off she isn’t called Harley yet. She’s still just Harleen, and yes. I do want to be with him.” “I KNEW IT!” He screams and runs out of my trailer.

“DAVID! DAVE! WHERE ARE YOU GOING?!” I follow him till I bump into someone. “Whoa! Never knew you could run in heels darling. Where were you going in such a rush?” Cameron laughs holding my waist.

“I uh… I told David a secret and he just ran off. I thought he might tell someone.” “Can I know the secret?” Cameron asks with a smile. “Of course not silly. Its sibling rules. Can’t tell you.” I poke his nose and walk towards the car that will take the cast to the interview.

Once we get there were introduced and fans scream. As if this day is against me the interviewer goes right to the subject of Harleen, and Jerome.

“So what’s it like playing Harleen?” “Oh it’s amazing. I feel so privileged to get and show people the story before she became Harley Quinn. You get to actually see who she was even before she was a doctor, and it’s just so awesome to get the chance to play her.” “I guess you’re pretty lucky to work with someone like Cameron. Right? I mean the scenes you two have are so real. You two just look so connected. Is anything going on between you two behind the scenes? Hm?”

“Oh uh no we’re just-” “no but they should have something going on. If you come in when they’re around you know know if they’re rehearsing or if they’re just being themselves.” David says laughing.

“Yeah seriously. Those two are connected at the hip. I caught them kissing once, but they swear they were just rehearsing.” “We were!” I say embarrassed covering my face and leaning into the person next to me.

“See? She even leans into him for comfort!” The whole cast laugh including Cameron. “I wouldn’t mind though. It would certainly make the scenes even more realistic.” Cameron says making everyone go quite.

“What? Wait! Is this what I think it is?” David says with a smirk. “What?” I ask. “Cameron basically just asked you out!” “No he didn’t…did you?” I ask turning to Cameron. “I mean. Would you want to go out?” I smile at him and peck his check. “Yes I would.” I giggle making Cameron smile.

“FINALLY!” The cast yells as the interviewer turns to the camera. “That just happened.” She says laughing as well.

anonymous asked:

"Gamerbros here being used as a gender neutral term for everyone" ok don't know when "bros" became gender neutral. And you are literally just grouping everyone that harasses you into one group and immediately labeling them all men which is what I am bringing up. All I'm saying is don't look at the hate and right away think "a man wrote this 100%" when it easily could not have been from a guy. Like you could have used haters, trolls, or ass holes, but you were the one that labeled them all men

“These people wish you were dead but you assumed they were men once (based on the circumstantial evidence of gender relations, especially in games) so who’s bad really?”

anonymous asked:

'then one of the main troll accounts gets shut dwn & of course they’re not happy!!' Um, they are happy. Very. They fought hard for ages to shut it down by consistently reporting the account. Speaking of conspiracy theories, it was always obvious to me (a neutral) that bs_no is a shipper. I can't fathom why so many shippers denied this for so long. If they did acknowledge this, she could've been shut down earlier. Eternity reckoned she knew her, but did nothing. Why? Support for MM hate? Sketchy.

Ok Anon you clearly didn’t read what I wrote properly.  

Firstly I never said that bs_no account was an Anti or a Shipper account…..IMO it’s a troll account….I classify them all separately….I have no idea who it was but we ALL in this fandom….shippers, antis, neutrals….just bloody Outlander fans do go out of our way reporting, blocking, taking action to stop trolling regardless of who its directed at.

When I said Anti’s were still not happy with the outcome I was replying to your friend or maybe it was you, you all share the same name….it gets confusing…..who had posted to Jess that Anti’s were now saying & second guessing that account was Jess all along…..sooooo account is shut down yay….but wait still complaining….still bitching….still accusing……still not happy…..that’s what I meant by that…..it’s kinda simple to deduce really!!

I have seen numerous shippers now all getting Anons accusing them that account was them…..it’s shut down, it’s gone & yet the hate keeps coming, the topic is still being dissected, no1 is ever happy it seems….WAS MY POINT!!

I said when I first opened this blog that I would not be discussing MM, Shatner, sidekick or anyone else because I mean why would I when my blog is about Outlander, which none of them have anything to do with? But even in saying that I have gone out of my way a couple of times & commented or written posts on all the shit thrown MM’s way on her SM accounts by trolls, it’s pathetic, it’s uncalled for, I reported, I asked ppl to stop, don’t care who you claim to be; a shipper or Anti, you are a troll!! If bloggers wish to discuss their OPINION of MM on their blogs that is up to them, some opinions will be nice, fake, snarky, witty, observant, funny, mean, complimentary….you name it but they will be opinions & not trolling. 

In the past I have never denied that troll accounts are not shippers; I personally classify them separately as I pointed out above & I have said they are no1 I interact with personally on Tumblr! What many shippers were saying is that it’s just as easy for someone to pretend to be a shipper and create a sock account to troll in order to make shippers look bad & vice versa, someone can create an Anti blog and be horrific just to make Anti’s look bad (which some of them are doing perfectly fine in achieving this all by themselves IMO). To say if Shippers had acknowledged this account was a shipper all along then the account would have got shut down ages ago…really…you serious….somehow we are to blame yet again….how the hell are we meant 2know who it is…because it’s obvious to you….ok well then its fucking obvious to me that Sam is in love with Caitriona & vice versa….and yet it’s not to others….hence a stupid shitstorm in this fandom EVERY GOD DAMN DAY!!  

According to Anti’s, we all somehow have to take the blame for ALL shipper’s actions, you as a “neutral” kinda sound like this with your comment about shippers acknowledging sooner FYI…..so all I was saying was then fine by their own logic all Anti’s need to take responsibility for all the trolling anti accounts out there & all the shit some of their main bloggers spew.

If you believe @fromheretoeternity1121 knew something well then maybe go ask her, why is that on me or any other blogger but even if she did have an inkling, how do know that she too didn’t make steps in asking this person to stop…..but at the end of the day that shouldn’t be up to her or I or anyone else except the FUCKING PERSON BEHIND THE ACCOUNT…..it’s their actions, end of!!  It’s not about getting enjoyment at MM’s expense, she is an adult, she knows where the delete, block & report buttons are and if anyone says she shouldn’t have to do that then why the fuck do I have to do it on her behalf ??

I’m gonna finish on saying I and I alone am accountable for MY own actions on SM, my accounts are public, I don’t hide behind anything, I’m me on Instagram, Facebook & Twitter, the only difference on Tumblr is a have a SamCait name and pic because that’s what this blog is about….if the blog was about me well then it would be different & literally just my Facebook pg which would be very boring and that’s why one has other SM platforms.

 #answered #swearthisfandomwillkillme #pointless 

anonymous asked:

Coming from someone who actually likes M, I don't understand all the hate you get. I don't agree with a lot of your opinions on her, but I do respect them. You don't seem to be rude, and as far as I know you've never sent her hate? If you were trolling tags and sending her death threats I'd understand, but all you're doing is posting your thoughts on a blog she'll more than likely never see, what's the big deal? As long as no one is getting hurt I don't care who you like/dislike.

Anon. A voice of reason. Everyone can think as they wish. But do not harass others. Something that is a huge issue from many. As I say repeatedly. If you don’t like it. Don’t read it. I’m cool with it. I never intended to be a person who got a ton of attention. This sort of evolved over time. And I write my blog for me. To state what I believe to those who listen. To interact with people from all over the world I now consider friends. And to show my appreciation of two enormous talents.

Clearly. I’m firm in my beliefs. But I don’t judge others for thinking differently. Respect me. I respect you. And enjoy the guys. They certainly give us tons of reasons to love them.

The Powers That Be

TITLE: The Powers That Be

CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter Thirty-Five

AUTHOR: wolfpawn

ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki discovering a hidden mutant when he realises they are at risk of being found by S.H.I.E.L.D. who experiments on mutants, he is the one to help them.

RATING: Teen and Up

Loki sighed, it was the day of the Mjötuðr and Alexia only had another two days before she would awaken. He was not tired, Alexia’s window seat was more than comfortable, and his hand servant brought anything he required, and with Alexia asleep, he used her bathing facilities, but he felt somewhat alone. Without the Midgardian to speak with him, he felt as he had when Thor became more inclined to spend time with the Warrior’s; her presence was a comfort, staving off complete loneliness like physically being in the group with Thor and the others had been, but he felt cast out, and alone. Looking over at her, she seemed to be comfortable, her maids having tended to her bathing needs while Loki had washed in her rooms earlier, and though he knew Midgardian’s usually did not fare well when they did not eat for several days, the process her body was undertaking meant that Alexia was able to go without the food her body required.

“Brother.” Thor looked to the window as he entered, knowing that Loki would be stationed there, having usually stayed a few hours a day with Alexia also.

“I am not your brother.” The younger growled.

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