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Hey, A friend commissioned me to do a Dan.Va with a selfie game and I thought it was funny so I hope you enjoy it as well.

I’m so sorry.

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The Demon Fic

Alright @danielhowell. You said you were down. I’m just “giving the people what they want.” So, here it is. Below the cut. You. Chained to a demon. By a nose ring. While naked. Enjoy. 

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peter and liz never kissed in spiderman: homecoming because they were worried that the frog would jump into laura’s mouth

mutual appreciation post  ‘”

  hey yall soooo i am so sorry for being absent for the past few days, but recently ( on my 4th!! month!! ) i hit 3k ( ???? ) and honestly i just want to thanK all of you?? so much?? like i don’t know what i’d be doing rn if i wasnt on tumblr lbr ;; so here’s my mutual appreciation ( because i really appreciate yall i know i never say shit anymore but here look ) 

  ⌜smol shoutout to my og tag list / @ctaeth @howlingremus @expelumos @puveblood @scourgify @evanrsiers 

 ⌜#razorgulls4lyfe / @delaqour @fleurrdelacour

 ⌜i love you all more than earl grey?? / @amhinyard @blcise @cuipid @deadgwen @ilyiad @jilys @lilyqvans @mavencalore @mermaeids

if it weren’t for yall discord would be gone by now / @cedrjcdiggory @cruciotus @fortesques @katie-bell @kingscross@lunsy@narclssa@pctter@pxnsypctter@rosevtyler​ @rowle@scamandersnewt

 ⌜a-m / @abrcxasmalfoy @aelin @alrightpotter @arrtemiss @cabeswaeter​ @charluspotters @draconismalfoi @drerry @driacomalfoy @efruse @euphemiapottcr @faeheys @finnblush @fortesques @ginevraparkinson @ginnyweaslcy @goldweasley @gryewaren @hermioneggranger @hermionegrangcr @jamespottuh @katiebells​ @kiyioko@lilyevians @looonyluna @lunaloved @merflk @milliebobby @mollywealsey @mytholgie

 ⌜n-z@nejighafa @neljostns @njmphadora @oblviqte @okayjily @orestiea @oylmpians @padfootd @padmaspatil@petuniaevans@poethry@pure-blooded@ravehclaw​ @rrey@salazarslytherin​ @septimvsmalfoy​​ @siruisblack@stormybisexual@theodorenctt@thestrlas@theunseeliecourt@tonqs@valxyries@virtuestars@wintercovrt@zabiniblaise

  if i forgot about you most likely you recently changed your url and i couldnt find you /// and there are so many of you?? who i love so much ?? but i couldnt find you a category because i dont know if you would consider us friends ( or like we dont talk as much now so i couldn’t think of a category to add you into ) im sorry fr like just know ily ok ( if you wanted a personalised message i’m sorry i’ll do something about that soon

anonymous asked:

im so sorry i couldnt help but notice yuuri had 6 fingers

My hands feel like lead as I sat on the rough concrete ground outside Manila Airport. One hand clutching a fork with a celestial substance known as spaghetti, the other hand held my phone as the gentle, generous Philippine sun offered its rays to my dry skin. For a moment, my mind goes blank and created an unintelligible thought; 

“God, I just…love the sun’s rays on me.” 

My thoughts skipped mindlessly as I recall the chaotic events of the last few hours. I had boarded a plane, with or without a glass of champagne in my underaged hands is irrelevant. The mild chill to the air had bit my skin as I strolled through the airport gates, whisked away to the world of overly friendly flight attendants and mediocre but rather nice airplane meals. It was a whirlwind of chaos; at some point I had sat on the wrong assigned seat and chatted away a good eight minutes to travelling Italian dude with lovely mid-length hair whose name I did not catch but is destined to be somewhere along the lines of Carlos, no racism intended. He had told me within the matter of only a few minutes that I was like a niece to him, which somewhat touched my cold-stoned heart. It was hardened again as I realised that I was, in fact, on the wrong seat. I tell our Carlos goodbye and pray he finds a babe in London where he is travelling to and we one day meet again for me to be a bridesmaid in his wedding. I steadily moved to my assigned seat and cry about Carlos for the next three hours as I listen to sad anime soundtracks. 

My eyes suddenly avert themselves finally to the phone screen and as I chewed away the celestial substance, my heart sank as lowly as Jack Dawson as I read the word: “im so sorry i couldnt help but notice yuuri had 6 fingers”.

I take a sharp breath, re-reading the words over and over, re-reading the words in Morgan Freeman’s voice and then to Adam Sandler and at some point, Lance McClain. I shut my eyes closed and my heart began to race faster than a Hennessey Venom GT (270 mph). I gulped, whispering to myself in a ritualistic manner that it was okay, that I was at least spared from an ‘lol’.

I couldn’t  quite breath properly, it was only then that I was subjected to staggering flashbacks of the night before; with only four hours sleep in a mediocre holiday inn conveniently next to Melbourne Airport, I had bloodshot eyes as I stared at the computer screen with two infamous gays, my hands yet again quivering as my mind slowly engulfs to the dark void of ‘I don’t have a girlfriend fuck this shit’. I had ignored organising my baggage in favour of the activity and had Usan Bolted my way to the hotel lounge where ‘Jerry’ had given the complimentary one hour wifi for me to upload the piece. 

I sat in the lounge, unashamedly wearing shorts with unshaved legs and wearing my mother’s shoes because I had to restrain myself from a pained Simba cry in the disappearance of my flip-flops. An aged duo of a white man and a black man discuss the future of the Apple company and eventually the economy to my left as I upload the piece, I don’t take any true interest but it’s hard to miss “Fuck off, Henry. I bet two meat pies you’re wrong.”. 

“Ice, let’s go.” my brother nearly exclaims and I’m whipped back into reality. 

I wonder if through it all, I can just say I’m sorry to the anon. But sometimes, we stumble into holes in life’s deepest journeys. Someday I will be a Sokka and someday I will be a Zuko, all in all as I stay in the height of Toph. It’s fascinating to say that I’m so shook by one message that could mean all kinds of things. Possibilities, really. If Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson could be with me in this moment, he would tell me that everything happens for a reason, be it in art or in life. He would tell me to life my dreams just as I live in the belief that he is, in fact, the Tooth Fairy. He would tell me Carlos, in all 15 minutes he was in my life, was a blessing and that two aged men debating whether Apple is going downhill or not is also blessing and that we should appreciate flight attendants who have to force their smiles in a day-to-day basis. And that maybe Yuuri accidentally having six fingers in my drawing was also a sort of fate, a Jerry, a Henry and a Carlos. A kind of destiny that we all face in our lives and hope we know what to do it when it plunges us to the ground. 

So I gently placed my fork down the ground, eyes watering ever so slightly, deep breaths completed,  my thoughts clear and my path in life ahead of me as I slowly began to type my reply to my anon;

‘lol more for victor then uwu’

Boku no Hero Academia Season 1 but only when Yuuga Aoyama is on screen Part One ( Episodes 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 )  | Part Two 

anonymous asked:

i posted a picture of my dog earlier and about how much i love her and it got flagged as NFSW so i sort of understand what you mean. the new tumblr flagging system is dumb as hell.

It is, and that is ridiculous. 

I get that there are bugs in the system, but:

  1. tumblr should have done better testing to make sure its algorithm wasn’t so messed up before they did site-wide rollouts.
  2. I don’t believe that youtube and tumblr both “accidentally” included lgbtqia+ stuff in their sensitive-content blocker. I think they backpedaled once they got called on it.
  3. There’s so much gray area in what one might deem “sensitive content.” That needs to be the parentals’ responsibility, not some glitchy, arbitrary algorithm trying to babysit everyone under eighteen to keep the corporations happy.