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Whoomp there it is! (Not much in here that we haven’t gathered from our own sleuthing, but always nice to see our suspicions validated in writing!) 

…anyway it’s 2017 why do non-black millenials still think it’s ok to use the n-word in any context whatsoever lmao

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Whomp wish I was around when Portal monsters was actually a thing haha….

Drew these guys a lil while ago and decided to finish them up for Halloween! 

I love me some monsters, and after seeing some old monster Wheatleys that @bonkalore drew a long time ago I was immediately inspired to monsterfy my Wheatley and he ended up as an insect droid of sorts, and then I did the same to my GLaDOS cause I couldn’t help myself. They were super fun to design and I wanna draw them more if it weren’t for the 50 billion other things I need to do….

Hope you enjoy! 

Terminal Love

Summary: You accidentally run into a stranger at the airport and he turns out to be wonderful company. Not just wonderful company – he’s your soulmate, this lovely Park Chanyeol. The universe has matched you two together, and you’re more than happy to go along with it. But what happens when your soulmate believes someone else is his soulmate?

Pairing: Chanyeol x You

Genre: Soulmate AU, humor, fluff, smol angst

Rating: PG-13 (language)

Word Count: 1510

[Mini Masterlist]

Shitshitshitshitshit.

Your inner monologue is one long stream of cursing as you hurry down the terminal towards your gate which is worryingly empty. The passengers have already boarded the plane and it’s going to take off any minute now – without you on it.

Everything had been going wrong today, from your Uber getting a punctured tire to the TSA confiscating your expensive shampoo to the blisters forming on your feet from your flats as you run to catch your flight. Your boss always does this, spring last-minute meetings on you that you have to fly to, and you’re seriously considering either quitting or demanding compensation for the hypertension meds you’re going to have to invest in now. Does your insurance cover that?

And just as you’re thinking of your boss, your phone rings from deep within your purse. You can’t even ignore the call because it might be him. Fucking shit.

Without slowing down, you rifle through your bag – past lipstick tubes, gum, pens, half a first-aid kit, an overstuffed wallet – until your fingers close around the cool metal of your cell phone, and you tug it free, about to answer when—

Thud. Something large body checks you from out of nowhere, and you’re knocked to the ground in a blur of flailing limbs, your phone flying out of your hands. Whoomp. The dirty ground is suddenly pressed against you, the breath is knocked out of you, and before you can even process what happened, wide brown eyes are in your face.

“Oh god, are you okay?” a deep voice, so deep you can feel the vibrations in your bones, frets. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you!” Then you’re being peeled off the floor and onto your feet, and you find yourself at eye level with a man’s chest. God, this guy is tall – but besides your exacerbated stress from being essentially bulldozed, you’re not concerned with him. No, what matters most to you right now is –

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draconicnoble  asked:

At this point, people complaining about discourse is far more annoying than the discourse has the possibility of being! I have a solution to the problem they complain about: Don't read everything that comes in front of you! It is so unbelievably easy to scroll past things you don't want to see! Making a new blog for discourse wouldn't work anyway, since people would still send the asks here anyway. I think it bears repeating that both of you have the patience of a saint.

WHOOMP THERE IT IS

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The floor is trusting Wynonna to get an antidote.

Whoomp. Too harsh? Here’s a more lighthearted alternative:

The floor is letting Nicole say her sorry’s/goodbyes.

What!? Still too angsty? Fine:

The floor is pronouncing “cheater” without being influenced by an underlying British accent

(Also appreciate midair kick Wynonna)