buy all of them

anonymous asked:

Honestly tho why would they ban Adrien for buying all the lipstick in the first place?? He just made them so much money in a day, restocking would be rough but o well? profit is good? selling is the point of stores??

So I believe you’re referring to that ask from yesterday about Adrien being banned from Sephora after buying all of their lipstick. And that is very true too. Every time the employees see him walking through the doors they just perk up and get happy since they’re probably going to get another bonus for selling everything so quickly LMAO 

Obi-Wan and Anakin on crèche duty

1. At some point Obi-Wan tries to get the kids to do something (sleep? meditate?) and Anakin stages a ‘rebellion’

2. Obi-Wan gets his revenge by telling the kids that Anakin 'offered’ to go out and buy lunch for them all and then proceeds to help the kids 'negotiate’ their 'demands’

  • also consider bb!wan 'negotiating’ his clans 'demands’ to a younger Qui-Gon who’s being punished via crèche duty
  • maybe someone (a crèchemaster) sees situation #2 and talks about #2a
  • maybe that someone of #2b then goes on to talk about how fond Qui-Gon was of bb!wan and how Qui-Gon checked on bb!wan between missions and how they thought Qui-Gon was going to snatch bb!wan up as a Padawan as soon as Xanatos was knighted before, well…

3. Obi-Wan and Anakin during nap time under a pile of kids snuggling with them

4. Both of them trying to foist cleaning and bathroom duties onto the other

  • laughing when the other is forced into bathroom duty because a kid asks for their help specifically

5. Obi-Wan entertaining the kids (+Anakin)

  • Force games: Anakin tries playing and ends up breaking something
  • stories: Anakin keeps butting in to give his version of what happen 
  • crafts: Anakin’s prosthetic arm gets painted and Obi-Wan has paper flowers in his hair
  • singing: everyone loves it

6. Food Fight

  • just a food fight that Obi-Wan and Anakin get really into since they’re on opposite sides and want their 'side’ to win
  • them calling in the 212th and 501st as reinforcements
  • everyone ends up dragged before the council

Ask compilation:


Anon 2: LOL IM GLAD U LIKE THEM you’ll have 1 free! But if you want all of them you’d have to buy the set :“-)

Anon 3: !!!!! I’m so psyched ur excited!! It makes my heart so full that people are excited for my zine AhHHHH

anonymous asked:

Your swan story just made me think "What if a tiny 4'11 woman saw a transformed swan and was basically all 'please make me ripped too' and ended up building a house by the lake to be with her swan buds. And people keep passing by and thinking she's a swan in human form, and are not prepared for her friends when their wrong"

(I love this idea! I’m trying this new thing where I don’t write 5,000 words and don’t post because it doesn’t have an ending lol. So here’s a short one!)

“I’ll make her my wife!” Samuel declares, slamming his tankard on the bar. The men and women around him groan, but it’s his best friend Otis that speaks.

“You’ve said that everyday for the past week,” Otis says. “Maybe try talking to her first, huh?”

Samuel shakes his head so hard that his hair, tied up with a scrap of leather, comes undone. “We don’t need words. Our eyes met across the lake. The sun lit up her verdant eyes and–”

We fell in love instantly,” the pub choruses. The ladies in the back all take a shot, giggling at their incomprehensible game.

Samuel continues doggedly. “My mother married a frog, and I will marry myself a swan. Fairy tales run in my family, mate, you’ll see.”

“Sure, you drunk bastard,” Otis says and buys him another pint.

Samuel decides that tomorrow, tomorrow he’ll show them all.


“Good morning,” he calls from the fence line. He swipes his hat from his hand as the young woman turns and tries not to show his nerves. “L-lovely day we’re having, no?”

The young woman blinks at him. She’s small, thin arms and dainty feet with a long, lovely neck. This makes sense, of course, seeing that she is a swan in human form.

Samuel knows that at any moment, his love will invite him in, glad to finally have an excuse to be in his presence just as he is glad to be in hers. It is good that he knows this because the blood is pounding in his ears and he can hardly hear a thing over the thunder of his own heart.

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I just remembered that chocolate-covered Oreos exist but aren’t approved in the United States. You can’t get them here at all, unless you buy expensive gourmet cookies that a third party has dipped in chocolate. The official Nabisco chocolate-covered Oreos aren’t available here and I can’t find any mention of them online, but they were all over Morocco and in Septa and among the most satisfying deserts I’ve ever had.

when will shadowhunters realize that malec uniting the divided shadow world with their fierce love for each other and saving the universe is a far more compelling story than whatever they have in store for clary


turn off the lights // panic! at the disco

I don’t even know. I was taking a walk today and this idea popped into my head. I swear I’m still writing the bookstore AU, too. Also, *pops confetti*, I hit 2k followers today! Who ARE all you guys? Anyway, this fluff/ridiculousness is for you. ~1.6k words, rated G. Sterek, of course.

now also on AO3

The whole thing starts with Stiles really, really craving a meatball sub from the place across the street.

“God, someone shut him up,” Erica groans. They’re all kind of at their breaking point by now; they’ve been camped out in this meeting room all day, brainstorming. “He’s been talking about the same goddamn sandwich for seven and a half minutes now, and it’s making me hungry.”

“If only our ad campaign were about sandwiches, Stilinski would have it in the bag and we could all go home,” Isaac sighs.

From across the table, Derek rises abruptly to his feet and storms out. (Or maybe it’s just that Stiles always interprets everything Derek does as stormy. With those eyebrows, it’s hard not to.)

Stiles assumes he’s just gotten so fed up with them all that it’s either storm out or kill someone, and he’s just grateful Derek chose Door Number 1. It’s a good day not to get killed by Derek Hale.

Only, fifteen minutes later he comes back in. With a paper bag from the deli.

As soon as he gets within grabbing distance, Stiles practically collapses across the table in his haste to reach for it. “Oh my god, is that what I think it is?”

Derek holds it up over his head. “Who says this is for you? Maybe all your talk inspired me to go get a meatball sub of my own.”

“Oh, please. Like anyone with your abs eats meatball subs.” Stiles leaps to his feet on his swivel chair—because screw safety, Derek will catch him if he starts to topple over—and snatches the bag out of Derek’s grip. Derek doesn’t fight him for it very hard.

“Why don’t I get a meatball sub?” Erica whines, thumping her head down on her notebook. “Doesn’t anyone love me?”

Derek shrugs and takes his seat again. “You didn’t ask.”

“You just like Stilinski better,” she grumbles, and Derek just shrugs again.

Meanwhile, Stiles rips into the bag and takes a huge bite out of the gloriousness that is this sandwich. He can’t help throwing in a few theatrical moans just to taunt Erica, and she suitably rewards him with a glare of death across the table.

“Mmm,” Stiles says. “Derek, I love you so much, dude. Marry me.”

Instead of the grumpy eyebrows he expects, Derek meets his eye, leans back smugly in his chair, and says, “Okay.”

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