can you three like...not do this to me

I know there have been posts on this before but it simply boggles my mind, as someone who has been involved in fandom for over a decade, this new trend of needing your ships to be canon and then just…….giving up on them when they’re not?

Like that’s never been the point of shipping. It was never about “I ship these two because I think they’ll be canon” it was just a dynamic, or a desire, or whatever. You didn’t need it to be approved by the creator(s) to be validated. And this new trend of “canon blew holes in my ship so I can’t ship them anymore” or three pages of bullet points analysing this One Look the characters had and how that Proves they’re Canon is mind boggling to me.

Like, do you think my 13 year old ass ever thought Draco and Ginny were gonna be a thing? No! Why would I? But that never stopped me!

I see this mostly in the Voltron fandom, like ppl crying out that Shatt is dead or Klance is dead or Sheith is dead and like, y'all…..they were never alive. That’s what fandom IS. You don’t need a thesis on why you ship two (or three or whatever) people. You don’t need justification or validation. And you can multiship!! Where did multishipping go??

The whole point of fandom is that it’s not canon. Don’t let canon influence who you ship. It never used to.

the early criticism made me question myself—i didn’t know if it was always going to be that way…i was like, ‘let me put out three more records and see if i can just stand in the eye of the storm. not shift too much. let me just take some of the [production] off so you can hear things a little bit better,’ i thought people were maybe getting distracted…i was just so committed to making music because i believe in what i do. all i had to do was not quit.

Iron Man 2  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Do you feel bad? Good.”
  • “I don’t want to go home.“
  • “You’re out of control, gorgeous.“
  • “Were you aiming for him or me?“
  • “Yeah, it’s called ‘being a badass’!”
  • “That tastes like coconut… and metal!“
  • “The point is ‘you’re welcome’, I guess.“
  • “Blow something up? I already did that.“
  • “Trust me, I know. I’m good at this stuff.“
  • “You are running out of time and options.”
  • “Doesn’t look like it’s gonna be an easy fix.“
  • “I’m surprised you can keep your mouth shut.“
  • “I would personally like to show you… my ass.“
  • “Where do you think I’ve been for three hours?“
  • “Yes, for the moment, I’m not dying. Thank you.”
  • “Sir, I’m gonna have to ask you to exit the donut.“
  • “No, it’s YOUR fault. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.“
  • “And, like all guilty men, you try to rewrite your history.”
  • “I was going to tell you… I didn’t want you to alarm you.”
  • “What’s the point of owning a race car if you can’t drive it?“
  • “Could you please not do anything awful for five seconds?“
  • “I told you I don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.“
  • “Hey, you weren’t supposed to be listening to that. Get lost.“
  • “Where did you get this? Do you have any idea what this is?”
  • “You have become a problem, a problem I have to deal with.“
  • “I quit. I’m resigning. My body literally can’t handle the stress.”
  • “I don’t like people handing me things… just put it down there.“
  • “I’ve never seen anything like it. Is there anything real about you?“
  • “What do we want from you? Uh-uh. What do you want from me?”
  • “I’d love to leave my door unlocked at night, but this ain’t Canada.“
  • “What do you mean you’re not dying? Did you just say you’re dying?“
  • “No, the reason I’m alive is because you made a shot, and you missed.“
  • “Where’d you get this design? You look like you have friends in low places.”
  • “It’s about legacy, the legacy left behind for future generations. It’s not about us!“
  • “May I say how refreshing it is to finally see you on a video with your clothing on?”
  • “If you try to escape, or play any sort of games with me, I will taze you and watch ‘Supernanny’ while you drool into the carpet.”
My Brother Says

(Teen Wolf) Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: As Scott’s twin sister you have known Stiles since you were little, what happens when your brother accidentally tells you something he wasn’t supposed to. 

Word Count: 1682

A/N: Another Stiles one :) Don’t forget to request anything you would like me to write, even if the fandom isn’t on my list feel free to ask and i’ll see what I can do. 


You watched from down the hall as the two of them laughed together and you couldn’t help but feel jealous. ‘She doesn’t even like him’ you thought to yourself as you watched Lydia and Stiles.

You had known Stiles since you were kids, he was your brothers best friend. You had met the same time Scott had and the three of you used to be inseparable. He used to be your best friend, you two had told each other everyone, the two of you and Scott had been your own little group. The three of you never bothered to try and make other friends, all you needed was each other. Recently you and Stiles had drifted apart, it started around the beginning of Freshman year, the two of you were still friends, but nothing like what you used to be. You and Stiles would always work together to do research for the pack, you two both being humans, and the two of you would talk but you wouldn’t share secrets or tell each other stuff anymore. You liked having friends that were girls, now that Lydia and Allison were your two best friends, but you missed what you and Stiles used to have. You weren’t sure why Stiles had started to pull away from you but you missed your best friend, but that’s not the only reason you missed Stiles. You had a crush on him. You had since you were kids but the longer you knew Stiles the more you liked him, when he had started to pull away you thought maybe it was because he had found out, but he had never seemed like he knew. That’s why you felt jealous when Lydia and Stiles talked, because you knew how much he liked her, he always had.

“Hey little sis” You heard Scott say from behind you.

“We are twins Scott, I’m barely younger than you” You replied, turning around to face your brother.

“I’m still older Y/N” Scott answered as he looked over your shoulder at what you had been watching seconds before. “So you still like him huh?”

“Yep” You sighed, turning back around to look at Stiles.

“I don’t understand why you don’t just tell him Y/N, maybe he feels the same way” Scott said for like the millionth time.

“Because-“ You started to answer before you heard Stiles voice from down the hall.

“Hey Scott do you want a ride?” Stiles asked your brother, walking towards the two of you.

“Yeah that would be great thanks” Scott answered Stiles, before asking you whether you wanted to get a ride with them too.

“Sure” You agreed before closing your locker and heading outside to the parking lot.

“Hey Y/N” Stiles smiled as you climbed into the backseat of the Jeep.

“Hey Stiles I hope you don’t mind if I get a lift too” You smiled in response.

“Of course not, I was already driving Scott anyway so it’s not like I have to go any further anyway” Stiles said, pulling out of the parking lot.

“Because Scott I can’t just tell him” You explained as you paced back and forth across the living room.

“I’m trying to watch that could you please just stop walking in front of it” Scott asked, pointing to the TV behind you. “I still don’t understand why you can’t just tell him”

“Because Scott he’s my friend and I don’t want to freak him out” You told him, sitting on the couch next to him. “Plus he’s totally into Lydia and he’s liked her for ages, he has never looked at me the way he looks at her. He’s always talking to her and flirting with her, he doesn’t even talk to me that much anymore and he definitely doesn’t flirt with me. I can’t just tell him because there is no point, he just doesn’t like me”.

“Please Stiles is totally in yo-“ Scott suddenly stop talking as his eyes widen slightly “oh no”.

“Scott what are you talking about” You ask confused

“Umm nothing I didn’t say anything just pretend like you didn’t hear anything” Scott replies, mumbling.

“Scott tell me what you meant” You order him, as you give him a confused look.

“Okay you can’t tell anyone I told you this but Stiles likes you too. He talks about you all the time and he has liked you since we were little, you should hear his heartbeat when you are around.  The only reason he told you he liked Lydia was so you wouldn’t think that he actually liked you.”

“What” You almost yelled at Scott in surprise “Why did you never tell me this before. You let me go on and on like an idiot and you knew all along”

“I’m sorry but he made me promise. He’s my best friend” Scott nervously answered as he could see you were getting annoyed.

“I’m your sister” You replied, annoyed.

You pulled into Stiles’ driveway and after checking that the Jeep was there you walked up to the front door. Before you could knock, you started to feel nervous. You believed what Scott had told you but you still weren’t sure how you would bring it up with Stiles. Before you could knock, the front door swings open.

“Hey Stiles how did you know I was here” You asked confused.

“Oh I heard your car pull up. Thanks for coming over to help me study” Stiles replied, stepping aside so you could walk through the door.

“It’s no problem” You nervously smiled, starting to walk up the stairs towards Stiles’ bedroom.

“Are you okay? You’re acting kind of weird” Stiles asked from behind you.

“Yeah I’m fine, just a bit tired” You replied as you awkwardly stood in the doorway of his room.

“Are you just going to stand there or are you going to sit?” Stiles laughed, patting a spot on the bed.

“Stiles can I ask you something?” You nervously asked as you sat in the spot Stiles had showed you just a second before.

“Yeah of course” Stiles replied, giving you a confused look.

“Um well, Scott kind of told me something and I guess I’m just wondering whether it’s true”

“Wh-what did he tell you” Stiles asked, noticeably getting nervous.

“Well he might have said something about you liking me. I don’t know if he was telling me the truth or not, now that I think about it he probably wasn’t because why would you even like me” you started to ramble.

“I do like you” Stiles interrupted before you could make a fool of yourself anymore “I have liked you for ages I just didn’t know how to tell you. I can’t believe Scott told you that but I’m kind of glad he did because I was getting nervous about telling you myself. I know that you don’t like me back and that’s okay but I just wanted you to know how I felt.”

You answered him by quickly pressing your lips to his. “I like you too Stiles” you smiled at him.

“Yo-you do?”

“Yes silly” you giggled at his response “I have liked you since we were kids but I was always too nervous to tell you because I thought you liked Lydia and then when we started high school and you started to pull away from me I thought it was because you didn’t want to be friends anymore.”

“I didn’t want to be friends anymore. I wanted to be more than friends, that’s why I pulled away because I didn’t want you to know how much I liked you and I thought I was being too obvious. I only told you that I liked Lydia so that you wouldn’t know that I liked you.”

“That’s so silly Stiles, you should have just told me”

“Well I know that now but I didn’t then”

“I can’t believe Scott knew we liked each other this whole time and he never told either of us”

“I know, I’m going to need to have a talk with him when I get home. He let me look like an idiot talking about you all the time and he could have just told me the truth”

“So you’ve really liked me since we were kids?” Stiles questioned, starting to look nervous again.

“Yeah I’ve pretty much always liked you”

“Me too” Stiles smiled “Y/N would you make me the luckiest guy ever and be my girlfriend?”

“Of course” you exclaimed happily “Stiles I would love to; you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this”

“I think I do” Stiles laughed at how excited you were. He wrapped you in his arms as you both lay on the bed, before placing his lips on yours. The kiss was short before it was interrupted by your phone ringing,

“It was my mum, I’m late for dinner and I promised I would come, we haven’t had a family dinner in ages. I’m sorry” you explained after having hung up the phone.

“It’s okay just make it up to me by letting me take you out for dinner tomorrow night.”

“Like a date” you cheekily asked.

“Yes like a date” Stiles sighed, smiling.

“Of course I’ll go to dinner with you, boyfriend” you grinned.

“I like being called that” Stiles replied “I’ll pick you up at 7, girlfriend”.

“Yes you will” you said matter-of-factly before turning to walk out.

“Oh and Y/N, remind me to thank Scott next time I see him, I’ll see you tomorrow beautiful”

“See you tomorrow handsome” and with that you were walking out of Stiles house with a huge smile spread across your face, you couldn’t wait to tell your brother and best friends what just happened.

Little did you know Stiles also had a huge grin on his face as he excitedly ran over to pick up his phone and call his best friend to tell him everything that just happened.

The two of you had been waiting for this forever, and you couldn’t be happier that it had finally happened.

Before gen5 came out, mom asked how many Pokemon there were. I knew the number because of course I did, 493. She asked how many of them I could name, and I was all confident and shit like ‘probably all of them’.

‘You think you could name at least 400?’
‘yeah probably’
‘if you can name 400 different Pokemon I’ll give you a hundred bucks’

so I busted out a notebook and spent like three days thinking of over 400 separate Pokemon, writing them down, making sure there were no duplicates, sifting through them to get ideas for more mons I hadn’t named, and I fucking did it. I don’t think she expected me to even try, let alone actually do it, so she was just ‘….huh.’

I got that hundred bucks tho.

so many people overlook the genuine love of friends. how platonic relationships sometimes are more permanent. friendships like “hang on let me send you a nude i want you to tell me if this underwear looks good”. friendships like no, don’t, the peach looks literally so much better on you, you pop in peach. friendships like dump him but i understand why it’s hard for you to let go of deep relationships so i’ll be here until you do dump him and i’ll be the only one not to say “i told you so.” friendships like call me at three in the morning because of a spider, like hey saw this and thought of you but it’s a spongebob meme, like people think we’re dating and we honestly haven’t corrected them, like tell you the truth even if it’s a hard one to hear, like trust you with my life. friendships like wait i have the perfect outfit for you to wear on your date i’m driving the 45 minutes so we can play dressup and talk about flirting. like i know when to comfort you and when to distract you. like you’re kind of my favorite person but like also don’t tell anyone i said that i will deny it you’re gross and a jerk. like i know you’re sad come over i made cider and halloweentown is queued up and ready to go. like i will use your body as a shield between myself and the scary movie but i have also jumped someone for speaking badly to you. like you’ve been my rock my sword and the person who drags my drunk ass home. like that love that’s just two people who can sit in a room together with a bottle of wine in our bodies talking about how directors make poor color choices in movies. that’s love. don’t write it off because they don’t make movies around it. but that’s love.

ADHD Moods: A Collection

* Bored.

* move move move move move move move move move

* “What month is it again?”


* “Aren’t you supposed to leave at 3:00?” “Yeah but it’s only like 1:30 I’ve got time” “Dude it’s like 2:57” “FUCK”

* Focus level: non-existent

* Focus level: EXTREME

* “Listen I know you told me to do this thing and explained it three times already but could you maybe explain it again”

* “I forgot”


* I had three assignments due today and I forgot about all of them kill me

* The face you make when a NT tells you to “just write it down”


* “Can I touch your stim toy?” “NO

* It’s been 14 hours since I ate bc I forgot

* It’s been 38 hours since I ate bc I forgot

* “iF it wAs imPoRTanT yoU wOuLd’Ve rEmeMbeReD iT”

* “When the hell was the last time I showered?”



* I’m hungry but all I want is strawberry jello

* Too Much™

  • Aries: “Sometimes, when you intensely dislike a person due to something, you just have to take comfort in the fact that, one day, they will be dead.”
  • Taurus: “It's so important to know you should be happy and proud of who you are.”
  • Gemini: "My only regrets are the moments when i doubted myself and took the safe route. Life is too short to waste time being unhappy."
  • Cancer: "I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone."
  • Leo: "You know, people ask me. They say 'Dan, three years later do you really want to be drawing cat whiskers on your face?' but they don't understand. The cat whiskers, they come from within."
  • Virgo: "I'm the living embodiment of 'it could be worse'."
  • Libra: "That’s why I’m here, I’m here for two reasons. To entertain you with stories of my life so , you know, you can find them entertaining. But then maybe compare them to your own lives and not feel so alone with the issues that you go with, go through..."
  • Scorpio: "And the other half of it is me kind of like articulating my own profound observations on the universe, which is really just an excuse to give myself a therapy. Apparently other people enjoy watching it too."
  • Sagittarius: "Actually believe in your potential. You spend all day and all night daydreaming and sometimes talking to yourself... out loud, which people can see by the way so maybe consider stopping that, about all the things you wish you could be and do, but instead you doubt yourself and say its impossible."
  • Capricorn: "This happens all the time with sports results, but — I shit you not — I once got a notification from the BBC News app saying that a character in a show I was watching had just died! I thought that news notifications are supposed to be for impending natural disasters, not for just ruining my bloody afternoon."
  • Aquarius: "You can't expect a kid to be smart enough to realize they can do what they want with their life before they've been pushed through the school system into having an average life.”
  • Pisces: "To me, the meaning of life is to be happy, it's to achieve happiness right now. It's to make sure you're happy in the future and that generally when you look back on your life you're like; yes, that was satisfactory."

msdistress said: I saw that civilized werewolves being super competitive when it comes to other packs, and now I can only imagine an AU where (adult) Stiles and Scott are renting a house together, and Derek moves in the same area. And while the McCall pack and the entire Hale pack (Talia, Laura, etc.) are on civilized terms, Scott and Derek just can’t help themselves. And maybe a part of the showing off is actually a way to impress (court) Stiles, as in “My lawn ornaments are much nicer than his!”

So this is kind of that, but kind of not? This is pretty silly :) Happy Halloween!

“You’re not dead,” Stiles says as Scott bangs open the door and shucks off his shoes in the next movement. They hit the wall and then bounce into an ungainly pile in the middle of the hallway that Liam will no doubt trip over when he gets home.

“Nope,” Scott says. He looks confused by that part.

“So… That’s good?” Stiles has pumpkin guts all over his hands, but offers Scott a fist bump anyway.

Scott follows Stiles back into the kitchen and then plops down across from Stiles’s half-finished jack-o-lanterns at the counter. He’s a couple weeks early, but Halloween has to be taken seriously. These are practice pumpkins.

Scott says, “It was weird. I think they’re all models. They force-fed me pie.”

Stiles arches a skeptical eyebrow.

“I mean, the pie was great,” Scott says, face screwed up. “I think they were happy I ate the whole thing?”

Werewolf metabolism, Stiles thinks sourly. He’s getting to that age where he has to watch his beer and pizza intake. It sucks. He says, “I’ll make them brownies,” and then apparently it becomes a thing.


Stiles doesn’t know if the Hale pack are actually all models, but they’re definitely taking the supernaturally hot thing to a whole other level.

Scott’s betas are reasonably attractive, sure, but Liam’s the size of a cave troll and Mason’s on this whole hippie-chic kick that makes him look like a train hobo.

Stiles holds out the plate of brownies and tries not to stare at Erica’s boobs. Boyd has the bulging chest of a roman gladiator and Stiles could cut his hands on Isaac’s cheekbones, it’s insane.

Stiles says, “Nice to meet you guys,” and Erica’s lip curls up and her hands hover around the plastic-wrapped plate like it’s made of poison and-or possibly oatmeal. He waggles the plate back and forth. “Promise they’re wolfsbane free.”

And then Jackson fucking Whittmore comes swanning down the staircase and Stiles says, “You’ve got to be shitting me. Jackson?”

“Stilinski,” Jackson says with a scowl.

“Lydia told us you got eaten by a giant lizard.”

Jackson scowls harder. “Fuck off.”

Stiles would like to say that the addition of Jackson makes the pack less appealing, but despite having the personality of a canned ham, Jackson still looks like he was carved out of marble. Balls.

And then someone says, “Do I smell chocolate?” from behind Stiles and he definitely does not jump three feet into the air, but it’s a close call.

He flinches and spins around and says, “Fuck my life.”

The hottest mountain man Stiles has ever seen is frowning at him and Stiles wants to bury his entire body in his beard. He wants to weasel his way under that soft-looking Henley and lick his collarbones. Stiles is ninety-nine percent sure this is Alpha Derek Hale, even though Scott had failed to prepare him for the way Derek’s eyes are eating Stiles’s soul.

Stiles wordlessly holds out the plate of brownies.

Derek takes them with a resigned silence. No one else is saying anything either, and the back of Stiles’s neck is starting to prickle with unease. Are they going to eat him now? They’d moved into town so Liam and Mason could go to the local college, expecting some kind of resistance, territorial posturing, possible brawl for dominance, but Scott had been tirelessly optimistic—even more so since the pie eating thing.

Stiles slinks around Derek, hands up. He says, “I’ll just, uh… leave now,” and backs down the sidewalk so he can see any kind of attack coming. He’s got a taser in his back pocket and he’s not afraid to use it.

The Hale pack all watch him with narrow, calculating eyes and Jackson gives him the finger.

Stiles thinks that if this is the way they react to brownies, he’s going to bake them a motherfucking cake.

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“[The early criticism] made me question myself—I didn’t know if it was always going to be that way…I was like, ‘Let me put out three more records and see if I can just stand in the eye of the storm. Not shift too much. Let me just take some of the [production] off so you can hear things a little bit better,’ I thought people were maybe getting distracted…I was just so committed to making music because I believe in what I do. All I had to do was not quit.”

Free The Animal

Word Count: 6k

Genre: Smut, Angst (will I ever stop being emo?)

Author’s Note: You ever forget that you’re a fanfic writer then you write a fic so bad you remember how much of a hack you are? Yeah welcome to my fic :’D

dom!jungkook- fuckboi!jungkook- fuckbuddy relationship- dirty talk- thigh riding mention because damn even I am not immune to his thighs- inspired by Sia’s song and part of the song drabble game. You can find links to the rest of them on my masterlist

Loving You To Death (Sequel)

There he was with his hands up some girl’s skirt, grinding on her like he was trying to fuck her through their clothes, the fucking pig. You huff and turn to your friend who gives you an exasperated look, “___, just go and grab him by the dick and tell him he can’t fucking do that.”

“He can do whatever the fuck he wants to do, even if that is a bleach blonde bitch with a tan that makes her look like an Oompa Loompa.” That was pretty low, you admit. It wasn’t the girl’s fault that Jungkook had chosen her for the night. But seriously, there was a limit to tanning, this was just harmful to the eyes.

“No, he can’t because you’re together.” Your friend, Hwasa, sounds pretty fed up with you.

“No, we’re not. We’re just fuck buddies and we agreed that we’re not exclusive right from the start.” Why wasn’t she understanding this? You’d explained it to her a thousand times.

“I don’t care what bullshit you told each other. All I care about is what I see, and that is two idiots constantly doing all they can to piss each other off because they can’t communicate like adults.”

“What are you even talking about? Jungkook is not trying to piss me off. He’s just being himself. Which is admittedly annoying in and of itself but you know…”

“Then why did he do nothing the past three days but play video games while you were off galavanting with Jin, only to start making out with some girl the minute you make an appearance?”

“He did?” You asked surprised, only to check yourself back and shrug it off. “I don’t know, he must have just not felt like it.”

“Oh my god, save me from these two idiots.” Hwasa cries then takes you by the shoulder and starts shaking you, “He’s fucking jealous because you took Jin to meet your family and not him so he’s trying to piss you off. Why? Because he likes you. And you’re pissed off. Why? Because you like him. Now can you get that through your thick skull or do I have to beat it into you?”

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anonymous asked:

I feel so bad for the children who's parents spend all their food stamp money on junk food. I don't understand why you need to spend your last 150 dollars on snack cakes, chocolate, and soda when you have 4 small kids to feed..

Not your business. Heaven forbid people fucking enjoy the little things when life is fucking miserable when you’re poor. FUCK OFF! I’ve been on food stamps. We couldn’t take our kids to fun places or do anything memorable as a family. Our lives were basically check to check and on the edge of our seat to see if we could even have a Halloween or Christmas. Living poor is shit and I honestly considered killing myself so many times because I couldn’t do more to make my kids feel like kids and happy.  I’d rather pay for a poor kid to have a candy bar than some asshole who thinks poor people are the problem and not the tax evading rich people to get their second car or more.

Let me also remind you that healthy food has a high price and low shelf life. You can keep “junk” for months while a goddamn banana will go bad within three days of purchase. Not everyone can afford the gas or cab fare to drive to and from the store every fucking day. Try living on food stamps(equivalent) for a month and see if you can survive. Don’t judge til you know.

Choke on your caviar next time before opening your mouth. -Abby


fandomhop  asked:

[Headcanon; the first thing Taako did after the Hunger was defeated was go to his bed and take a fucking nap. That was a big day, and cha'boy's all kinds of tired. He naps for like 14 hours.]

oh yeah. hunger’s gone, adrenaline’s over, all the cheering and celebration and people hugging each other and what the fuck ever is over, and taako is immediately and abruptly real fuckin exhausted. listen. he just remembered a hundred years of his life and also saved the world and got his boyfriend out of the astral plane and hachi machi, he needs a nap.

not sure whether he just like, leaves, goes to find his bedroom (where the fuck even is the moonbase now, actually? is it still up?) or whether he like, shouts “ALRIGHT, CH'BOY JUST SAVED THE WORLD AND WANTS A NAP,  HOW THE FUCK DO I GET BACK UP TO THE MOONBASE,” and lup is like “taako, you’re one of the best wizards in the planar system, you can just teleport, babe” and he’s like, “oh, right.”

then he’s like “NOBODY BOTHER ME FOR THE NEXT FOUR HOURS,” and then teleports, dragging kravitz with him cause he wants to cuddle while taking a nap, and then he walks across his room shedding clothing [hat, cloak, w/e) and collapses into bed with his boyfriend and zonks out.

around hour three, magnus wanders in to check on him and is like “oh okay they look comfy” and then kind of. sits down. accidentally falls asleep.

hour four and angus has been fussed over by like a million people and stuff and wants to see where taako and magnus are and goes looking around their apartment and finds them asleep and he doesn’t exactly join them but gee, a nap sounds good right now, so he curls up in the big armchair across from the bed and nods off.

around hour five merle - after checkin in with his kids and making sure they’re okay and stuff, wonders where the other two guys are and accidentally does the same thing magnus does. this bed is getting crowded.

around hour seven after barry and lup are done Talking And Crying and going to get barry’s extra flesh body, they go to check on taako cause he’s probably awake by now right? he’s not awake. theres like three other people in the bed. “aw,” lup says. by now kravitz is awake, but he can’t move cause taako’s like. clinging to him like a vine on a tree. its wild.

“we need to talk,” kravitz says, trying to glare, looking personally affronted by lup’s fiery form, but it doesnt really work cause taako is like. drooling into his shoulder.

“yeah, but later,” barry says, yawning, and he’s sitting at the foot of the bed and kind of nodding off. it’s been a LONG day. lup kisses him and is like “go to sleep babe i’ll handle it” and he falls asleep on taako’s bed too. its getting REAL fuckin crowded.

around hour 12 (after kravitz has fallen back asleep and merle has woken up and gone to talk with davenport, and come back with davenport, and magnus woke up and went to find something to eat with lup and angus because lup was like ‘no way do i trust u in a kitchen maggie, ten years aint shit’ and etc, and taako has been sleeping through everything and for some reason they’ve decided that taako’s bedroom is like. central HQ for the ipre family reunion minus lucretia plus kravitz and ango) and lucretia finally comes in, real tentative, she’s just here to make sure that everyone is okay and stuff, she has director things to do, and she gets if they dont want to see her, thats fine, and lup rolls her eyes (she’s sitting on the floor playing cards and eating snacks with magnus, davenport, and merle, and angus) and is like, “get in here, Creesh. you can be guilty later.” and davenport nods sharply as if to say “you are not forgiven but you are still family” and lucretia wipes her eyes and comes in and they play cards.

hour 14 and taako wakes up and looks around and is like “why the FUCK is everyone in my room????”

My hair is currently teal and today at my morning job I was wearing a beanie with the front part of my afro poking out. This car comes through drive and there’s a little girl, can’t be older than three, in the back seat. She is open mouthed gawping at me. I do it back, as a joke, for about a minute or so because I was amused. The driver of the car finally catches on and turns to her and was like “are you gonna say hey to her?” She continues staring. Finally she just utters in awe, “Mermaid!”

I am finally what four year old me wanted to be when I grew up. Thank you little girl for the best compliment I’ve gotten since I’ve dyed my hair

I'm Alice Angel!
Bendy and the Ink Machine

here’s the proper rip of alice’s song from chapter three! there’s no jumpscare at the end, as that’s a seperate file from this one! i passed this through a low pass filter in audacity to make it sound a bit nicer, and here you go!

i can post some of her lines, if anyone would want? like with fnaf sl, just send me anon requests. audio only please.


Hey! Sorry, I know it’s been a while since I posted a one-shot! Believe me when I say I have a lot of stuff in the works… school has just been kicking my ass.

This is for this prompt, requested by @legendarylangst.

So Lance and Keith are neighbors - their bedrooms share a wall - (apartments) anyway, Lance gets sick - like rlly sick - so he stays home and tries to sleep it off, but in his sleep he moans ans groans because even in his sleep he’s in pain. and Keith thinks he’s getting off,, and bangs on the wall ans then when it doesnt stop he goes to the door and pounds on the door until Lance answers while in a blanket

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Lance hated being sick.

Not that he’d ever admit that he was, but he despised it all the same. It wasn’t even the symptoms that bothered him the most, even though those sucked. It was the feeling of not being able to do anything. There was nothing Lance hated more than being useless.

Still, despite his protests, Hunk had decided that Lance couldn’t possibly go into work that day. The guy was usually a big pushover, except when it came to his friends’ health. Then all bets were off.

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A Fighting Chance (Dylan O’Brien smut)

Summary: you’re the personal trainer for American Assassin and grow close to one of the stars. (Verrrrry close)

Word Count: 8.3k

Warnings: this spirals into smut! I also have a filthy mouth so beware of multiple curses throughout.

A/N: Dylan mentioned needing a trainer for American Assassin and my first thought was ‘hot sexy Dylan sweating over a punching bag’ and so this baby was born lmao. I’ve not had the opportunity to see the film, so I’ve sort of made up what I assume the types of things are that they did. I also have no idea what order they shot the film in, so just went along with the natural progression of this plot!

PSA !!! This mentions nothing of his accident on The Death Cure. I don’t feel it’s right to write about or romanticise Dylan’s trauma, so you’ll never find it featured in my pieces! 

**In case it isn’t obvious, every time there’s a line break, that indicates a small time skip. During that time, Y/N and Dylan grow a little closer.**

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Originally posted by thatonekimgirl

“Harder!” You called out, watching Dylan’s shoulders shake. A sheen of sweat covered his upper arms, accentuating the powerful movements of his biceps.

Hearing your words, he groaned loudly. “Oh, c’mon, Y/N. I’ve been at it for,” he paused, face screwing into a grimace, “at least an hour. Please give me a break,” he whined. Despite the complaints, he continued his actions.

Rolling your eyes, you stepped forward and grabbed the punching bag, stopping his workout abruptly. “It’s been barely ten minutes,” you deadpanned, “and you’re still doing it wrong! May I?”

Dylan nodded so you moved forwards. Grabbing his bandaged hands, you worked quickly to adjust his balance in a way that redistributed his weight. “You need to engage your core more. Without it, you’re losing a lot of power.”

“Okay,” He replied, standing up a little straighter. He pushed some of the hair from his face, gazing at the bag determinedly.

“It’s all yours,” you said, giving him the go-ahead.

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