could tag all day

anonymous asked:

Akaashi, please tell Futakuchi to CHILL

futakuchi has been adequately chilled… just kidding, he unplugged the fridge to get in there. akaashi has learned to keep a closer eye on him from now on

tfc characters as things i've heard at college
  • dan: "you know, when i applied to college i didn't realize i was selling my soul to the devil"
  • kevin: "i'm a athletic"
  • andrew: "i was like, who the FUCK touched me"
  • matt: "oh jesus fucking christ what am i doing?"
  • aaron: "megan, stop. no one likes you"
  • seth: "dude it's not even 9 in the morning shut the fuck up. please."
  • allison: "i had to blow dry my hair bc i walked outside and it froze"
  • nicky: *professor says something* "that was bullshit"
  • renee: "hey, god? end this"
  • neil: "do u think if i just pretend to drop dead right now or faint she'll move the test back?"
  • riko: "i have no life by the way"
  • jean: "i cried until i fell asleep last night"

salvainterra  asked:

i love mob so much please for the love of god tell me about ur feelings on 100% ecstasy

OH BOY WILL I !!! ABSOLUTELY 100% (pun unintended but warmly embraced) 

out of all the 100% events, ecstasy is my favorite. the drama… the tragedy… will fiction EVER peak like this again? i don’t think so. but BEFORE I DELVE INTO ALL OF THAT, there’s something i want to talk about first: mob’s psychic powers as an expression of his emotions. 

we all know that mob suppresses his emotions to avoid outbursts of psychic power. but THAT implies that mob’s psychic power is a form of self expression, in the same way that body language is expression. 

he can direct his psychic powers – the same way we can direct our bodies’ actions – but there are other components that are difficult to stop, similar to how people’s shoulders tend to hunch when they’re angry or upset, how they subconsciously cross their arms and direct their feet away when something is making them uncomfortable, etc. 

unless you know about these bits of body language, and make a deliberate attempt to suppress them, it’s difficult to stop your body from revealing something about your emotions. similarly, one function of mob’s psychic power is as an extension of the way he expresses himself. these things happen subconsciously and mostly without mob’s control. 

for example, one of the trademarks of mob’s 100% events is that mob starts releasing waves of psychic power that push his hair back. other side effects include cracking the ground under him, often to dramatic effect.

mob doesn’t push his hair up on purpose, it’s just something that happens – as a result of him releasing his pent-up emotions in the form of psychic power. these little bits of expression aren’t something he can control.

mob also says something REALLY INTERESTING in his first 100% event:

during 100% rage mob uses his psychic powers to fight dimple, yes, but these lines suggest that his outburst of power happened because he finally had to express his anger. and that implies that, in order to show his emotions, and express himself, mob has to use his psychic powers. 

which is something he almost never allows himself to do. 

never forget the disdain / loathing mob had for himself at the beginning of the manga, and how convinced he was that he couldn’t allow himself to express himself OTHERWISE SOMETHING LIKE THIS WOULD HAPPEN. 

further material to consider: the lines that he said right before his 100% animosity / hostility event 

hostility… 

at this point, mob hasn’t taken any action against koyama yet. his outburst of psychic power, radiating outward and blanketing the area, is not doing anything but expressing his hostility – to the extent that mob expects koyama to be able to feel it. 

in addition to that, during mob’s fight with toichirou, he cycles rapidly through a LOT of emotions, and this is what he says about it:

canon suggests that it’s not just a buildup of of emotions that cause his powers to run amok; allowing his powers to run amok also allows himself to feel the full intensity of his emotions. his psychic powers are key to expressing himself.

I COULD GO ON… but i’ll just leave things here for now. to summarize: mob subconsciously uses his psychic powers to express his emotions, which is why suppressing his emotions also suppresses his psychic powers. 

figure 1: a helpful venn diagram of things 

which brings us to the REALLY SAD, BITTERSWEET, MOURNFUL TRAGEDY THAT IS 100% ECSTASY. 

the fight against toichirou is possibly the first time mob has been able to fully utilize his psychic powers. the first time he’s had to, even. all the unconscious limits he’s put on himself – not allowing his psychic power to go free, stifling his emotions and powers – all come undone. 

mob is allowing himself to be himself, wholly and fully. he’s removed his inhibitions. he’s running wild and free. he’s no longer expending energy trying to regulate his psychic powers – he’s allowing himself to feel. this intensity of emotion and action is something mob has never given himself before, and the freedom of it… feels good. incredibly so. he feels free, he feels alive, and toichirou – the only individual to ever stand on a level close to mob’s – understands perfectly. 

this is a level of joy mob has never felt before. 

the release of his psychic power even comes hand in hand with mob’s body language becoming much freer and more expressive than it is in daily life. look at him go!! mob, for the first time in years… letting himself feel the intensity of his emotions, just as they really are.  

but of course his happiness isn’t going to last 

because mob wants to be a part of society, and he thinks he has to keep his psychic powers sequestered away in order to do that. his greatest fear is accidentally hurting the people he loves with his own psychic power, and when he remembers that possibility… 

the tragedy of 100% ecstasy is that – for just a brief moment, mob released himself from his self-imposed limits. for a moment, he let himself really feel, he let himself be, and in that moment he experienced a richness, an intensity, a moment of being so utterly present and alive that it brought himself to heights he’d never reached before. 

 and mob will never willingly allow himself to do that ever again. 

The Fic Writer’s Beatitudes

Blessed are the readers, for theirs is the archive.

Blessed are the betas: for they help us write the stories we see in our hearts.
Blessed are they that kudo, for they reassure us that someone likes what we’ve done.
Blessed are the rebloggers and reccers, for they help the readers find our work.
Blessed are they which leave comments on a WIP that say something other than “write more please”: for they comfort us when we feel taken for granted.
Blessed are the commenters; for their words bring us joy.
Blessed are the loyal fans, for they keep the fandom alive.
Blessed are the fan artists, for they bring our worlds to life before our eyes.
Blessed are they which read an entire long fic and comment each chapter, for the string of comment notifications fills the writer’s heart with delight.
Blessed are ye, who rec our fics in public and tag us, for seeing that we made somebody squee is the light in our days.
Rejoice, and be exceeding glad; for great is your reward in fandom.

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character moodboard - all for the game : Nicky Hemmick

Happy birthday to my little sunshine Nicky!

⤷  “Hello, there’s protein in the peanut butter”, Nicky said.
       “Let go of me before I tell Andrew you’re outlawing chocolate. 
     I said let go. You’re not the boss of me. Ouch!
        Did you seriously just hit me?”

    “I’m walking away and pretending I don’t know you”, Aaron said.
      “Traitor”, Nicky called after him.

    “Kevin, just let him go”, Neil said. “It’s not worht fighting over.”
      “When out defense is sluggish we all suffer”, Kevin said.

    “You aren’t serious”, Nicky said. “We’ve got how many hours until          serve? This will all be out of my system by then. 
     You can watch me take a shit if you don’t believe me.
       I didn’t think you were into that kind of thing but - ha”, he crowed      when Kevin stomped off. He flashed Neil a triumphant grin, oblivious to        the way the store clerks were staring at them.

    “I’m a master of persuasion”

the worst thing about trying to decide to read a fic:

-horrible writing.

-the summary is good but the story is written in a different language or is badly written.

-opening it to find no spaces between the paragraphs.

-both your otp and notp is tagged and you have no clue if you want to take a risk or not.

-tagged major character death and you start sweating.

-hasn’t been updated in 80 years but the summary is on point and their the best fucking writer ever.

-you start reading only to find that the person updates every ten years and you just happened to catch them on a day they finally updated.

-you find a writer and check them out, only to find out they mostly write about your notp - and of course they always update, have perfect writing and have stories that are epic.

-stories with so many fucking tags, you just shake your head and move on.

-the “i suck at summaries please check it out still” and you just, pause because it has your otp and you debate whether or not to take the risk.

-you find a pairing you never considered before and think holy shit, that could be hot and spend all day hunting through the tag.

-you ship a pairing so fucking hard, only to find like two fics and you start weeping.

-when you find a perfect story only to check the tags and see some weird shit that disgusts you and you scream why.

-a fic with good writing and summary but it’s so short or is only fan-art.

-a crossover fic where you have both of your fandoms but don’t have both of otps, just one.

-one shots that are so good you wish they were longer.

-when your notp is tagged but it’s labeled as a past relationship or says your otp is endgame, and you have to go through the notp’s awkward breakup in order for your otp to happen.

-when someone doesn’t tag properly and a plot twist hits you and you want to cry.

-you finally find a great fic that has been updated and the last update says writes block, personal issues- can’t do this, asks for co-writer, discontinues it or says lol i hate how this is turning out, deleting.

-when a writer as twenty stories to update and you cry because you like all of them and you have to wait.

-when you remember a story from like five years ago and you search for it, only to find it’s been deleted or can’t seem to find it anywhere.

-when a writer gives you an update schedule and you’re excited because they follow it but then they start missing it and you just…

-when a writer deletes a story and rewrites the same story but you like the original better.

-when your reading a story about a rare pairing that interests and your otp hate each other or just friends and it’s just so weird to read.

-when one half of your otp is in another relationship and the other half shows up with someone else and then you remember, right i’m not reading a story about my otp so i can’t get mad.

-when your otp is popular but it’s not as popular as another ship in the fandom and you hate how the other ship as so much more stories than your ship.

-when you try to read an ot3 relationship because it has two characters you love but the other character is usually from your notp and you hate when your notp share moments.

-when you beg an author (usually one where they aren’t in the fandom really) to write more stories about your otp and they say maybe and it never happens.

-when the writer literally shits on your favorite character and you can’t go through it anymore.

-when your otp isn’t the main pairing and you don’t really care about the other pairings in the story and skip to your otp parts.

-when a story has a million words and it’s so good and you know that you will spend all day and night reading it until your eyes hurt.

-when a story have 200 parts to it and you lose all hope after a while because the story is dragging.

-when your otp is going through something and so many stories are filled with angst, fluff and hurt that it makes you cry because yup, i need to read about my pain for my otp.

-when the writer refuses to write the smut you been waiting for and your otp is stuck in unresolved tension mode forever.

-when the writer unexpected changes the story’s events and you are disappointed by the direction.

-when you find a great au and the characters are so out of character… it makes you sad.

-when you open a fic only to find you hate the point of view and you scream.

-when you request a prompt and the author writes it but you are disappointed and just smile through the pain.

-when you have such a good idea in your head and you try to write it but it’s so bad that you delete it and cry, hoping someone else writes the brilliant idea that you had.

-when you don’t ship something anymore but see a great plot and you click the story and take a deep breath - because shit is about to go down.

-when you reading a great story but get distracted and skip some parts, shit goes down in between and then you think fuck, and have to start over.

-when it’s tagged “slow burn” and you say i can do this and it’s chapter 30 and my ship still hate each other like what.

-when the author says this is their first time writing smut and you think on god they better do this right - only to find out they writing eight pages on your otp making love. like yes.

-when the smut is so rushed or improper you feel cheated and log off because done. like so done.

-when it’s tagged “everyone lives” and your eyes water because that’s all you ever wanted in life.

-when the author leaves a cliffhanger and says in the author’s note “lol sorry about the cliffhanger, i’ll update soon”. you ain’t sorry, stop lying.

-when you see that the story is complete and do a happy dance, only to realize that it ended badly or the sequel/series hasn’t been updated.

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in football, players don’t say “i love you,” they murder their dearest life partners on the pitch, and i think that’s really beautiful

9

Orangie Sungjong Aesthetic 

(Thanks to @soooldout for tagging me)

I HAVE THIS BOOM!SONAMY COMIC IDEA

so Amy is doing something with papers and Sonic is just hanging out at her place and he gets bored while Amy is doing her stuff and he gets up and gets to Amy’s makeup while she’s not looking and then he puts her mascara on his eyelashes and Amy asks him -while still looking at the papers- to pass the paper that’s near him

‘Sonic can you pass me that paper?’
And he just goes up to her with a girly voice and copies everything she says while doing the 'FAAABULOUS’ thingy with his arms.

'Is that my mascara???!?!?!’
-'ahehe is that my mascara?!?!!’

'ARE YOU COPYING ME?!’
-'ahee are you copying me?!’

Amy was angry but then came up with an idea while making an evil girl on her face and said

’…. I love you, Amy’
and Sonic blushes and hands her the paper while hiding his face with his scarf/neckerchief/bandana/whatever thingy
-'here you go’

I SHOULD WRITE A NOVEL :DDDDDD

Want (Snowbaz)

{takes place over Christmas at Baz’s, after the kiss and before the humdrum appears; probably not canon compliant}

I wake up with the bed empty next to me. I’d given up sleeping on the couch after Baz and I well, kissed. I haven’t really let myself think about it, but I know I want to keep doing this, whatever this is. I roll over, pushing the sheets off my legs and look around.

The fire in the hearth is just embers, glowing softly. Heavy red curtains block the light that threatens to shine through the windows. I stretch and push myself up, yawning as I try to wake myself up.

“Baz?” I call softly.

There’s no answer so I get up and pad barefoot down the stairs. The house is silent, a quiet morning fog. I pause at the bottom of the stairs and listen again.

“Baz?” I say, a little louder.

I hear distant sounds, someone moving around, and follow the noises to the kitchen. Baz is there, his hair tied up in a messy knot. I pause in the doorway, leaning against the frame to watch him. Baz looks focused as he watches a pan on the stove, his eyebrows furrowed. My stomach growls at the smell of food frying and he turns.

“Simon,” he says. “Of course you wake up for food.”

I roll my eyes, unsure of what I can and can’t do around him. Unsure of what I want to do.

He scrapes eggs and bacon from the pan onto a plate and hands it to me. I stare at it a moment and walk to the counter, sliding onto a stool. Baz joins me on the other side and just watches as I eat. I clear my throat.

“You know you can eat around me right? I know you’re a vampire.”

“Right.” A small smile curves on his lips. I slide the plate closer to him and watch as he picks up a piece of bacon and puts it into his mouth.

“So do you have to drink blood like every day?” I ask, unable to stop myself. He rolls his eyes but the smile still on his face tells me he’s not really annoyed.

“I’m most comfortable if I feed every day, but I can last about a week if I need to,” he explains.

“Well you can feed if you want,” I say, “I don’t mind.”

His smile grows and he looks down. I love making him smile. So much more than antagonizing him.

“Maybe later,” he replies, “We have things to do.”

I tilt my head. “What things?”

“Christmas shopping,” he says. At my obvious look of surprise he huffs a laugh.

“What do you think i do all day? Sit up in my room plotting?”

I shrug and blush, turning back to the eggs on my plate. Baz grabs another piece of bacon and pushes himself off the counter.

“I need to get presents for my siblings, so I figured you could just tag along. Unless you want to stay here all day by yourself.”

I shudder and stand up. “Let’s go Christmas shopping.”

Baz drives us into town and parks near a small street of shops. The area is crowded with people doing last minute shopping, bustling and loud. I’m content to just pull my jacket tight around me and follow Baz. I’ve never seen this side of him: carefully choosing gifts for his family, focused on his task. While he looks, I browse the shops, just looking around. I find an interesting book to give to Penny and a Dr. Who mug for Agatha. Baz comes to find me, a bag in hand and motions to the door so I follow him out. It’s gotten even more crowded as the day gets later and I start to lose him among the throng of people. Panicked about being left behind I grab for his arm. My hand slides down past his elbow and I end up grabbing his hand instead. As soon as I realize, I let go, but I’ve gotten Baz’s attention so he stops and lets me catch up.

He looks at me for a moment, an odd glint in his eyes before he seems to make a decision. He holds out his hand to me and I stare at his long, pale fingers before sliding my hand into his, a blush blooming on my face as I try not to smile. Baz grips my hand hard, keeping me with him as we walk down the street. We stop at a bakery and get some pastries and coffee for lunch (though I eat most of it), talking and laughing the whole time. I really like this new side of Baz. He’s witty and sarcastic but his eyes shine and his small smile makes fire blossom in my stomach.

When we leave the cafe he offers his hand again and I hold it without any hesitation. We get to the car and he unlocks it, sliding into the driver’s side. I open my door and get in, watching him as he moves his bags to the backseat.

“I want this.” I say, my thoughts escaping my mouth.

He pauses and looks at me. His face unreadable as he stares into my eyes.

“I want this, Baz.” I say, gesturing between us.

He stares a moment longer before closing the gap between us, his lips meeting mine. This kiss is different than the fire and heat of last night. It’s gentle and hesitant and sweet. My hand comes up to his cheek and I kiss him back.

He pulls away slowly, face flushed slightly, and starts the car. As we pull out of the lot, he holds his hand out to me, glancing at me with a smile. I smile back, threading my fingers through his. We hold hands all the way home.

Beauty And The Beast Tag Thing

I’ve seen a bunch of these things going around online, so I figured I would make a Beauty and the Beast themed one.

Enter the following words into the tag and place the first result other than the word itself:

Rose, Mirror, Magic, Disney, Love, Kiss, Beautiful, Change, Spell, Curse, Book, Eggs, Fool, Yellow, Dress, Dance, Castle, Tale

If no tag exists for one of the words, keep deleting a letter until a tag appears on your tags list.

So imagine if instead of being notorious criminal overlords the FAHC were that one group of disgruntled office employees quietly sticking it to the man through petty theft, mild property damage and passive aggressive notes.

Geoff as the totally disenfranchised manager, who hates his cohort and higher ups more than any of his underlings could manage, constantly muttering insults about everyone under his breath and watching the clock tick the day away. He has somehow, very much unwillingly, managed to accidentally start collecting a little group of equally resentful coworkers to complain to and plan tiny little revolts with.  

Michael and Jeremy as workerbees under Geoff, who sit in neighbouring cubicles and spend most of their days complaining to each other about this nightmare office and coming up with excuses to call Gavin up to hang out with them. Together they play really petty little tricks on one of the managers who always screams at everyone, and when Geoff catches them at it one day they think they are done for. Jeremy sees his life flash before his eyes, Michael is halfway through fantasising about flipping some desks on his way out, but Geoff just makes a suggestion, tells them last week’s efforts were much more impressive, and goes about his way. From that point on he really can’t get rid of the two of them.

Gavin as IT’s wonderchild- there isn’t a piece of hardware he can’t coax into working or any kind of software he can’t navigate in his sleep. That’s really the only reason he hasn’t been fired a million times over, what with the way he ignores clothing standards (except for on  his inexplicable ‘Fancy Fridays’), rarely bothers with appropriately respectful deference, spends way too much of his time hanging out at Michael’s desk and keeps breaking into peoples accounts and leaving juvenile jokes and embarrassing viruses. But he’s just so damn good, and the fact that the terrifying head of IT has a huge soft spot for him doesn’t hurt.  

Ryan as the head of the IT department who almost everyone is legitimately scared of. Who likes the computers much more than the idiots who insists on breaking them, glowers at everyone who brings him their stupid problems and is way more built than any tech nerd has any right to be. Ryan makes the whole group amusingly nervous at first, he and Geoff have a whole infamous history complete with a public screaming match over an unrecoverable destroyed hard-drive after all, but Gavin drags him along to enough lunches for everyone to see he’s mostly just a very cranky marshmallow.

Jack who works in human resources and used to be so optimistic, legitimately trying to improve everyone’s experience before slowly getting crushed under the growing hatred for the business. Jack who knows exactly who is responsible for the near daily complaints their office receives about anonymous troublemakers but is just as exasperated with the management as everyone else so helps keep them all out of trouble.  

They take their lunches together, occasionally joined by Lindsay from administration and, strangely enough, two members of office security, Matt and Trevor. They make a pretty motley crew; half unnaturally peppy, half perpetually angry rainclouds, sharing each others misery and covertly planning their next big rebellion. Stealing stationary and packed lunches, spiking the punch at office parties, sabotaging the photocopier, posting embarrassing google histories, accidentally uncovering their bosses’ shady white collar dealings and making off with millions of dollars in stolen money. Wait, what?

How We Met

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 495 (Just a little drabble)

Summary: Bucky reminiscing about the day he met you


Bucky could still remember the day he met you, it was as vivid in his mind as if it only happened hours ago and not over a year ago. You’d been his and Steve’s new neighbour, moving into the apartment that was directly across from them. He remembers Steve mentioning the moving boxes downstairs in passing after his run that morning; Bucky had shrugged the news off, not yet knowing how big an impact you’d have on his life.

The first time he actually saw you was when he was on his way out in the afternoon to meet up with a few of his friends, you had your back turned to him, cursing at your front door while you held two paper bags full of groceries. He watched you with a small smirk as you continued to jiggle your key in the lock, about to ask you if you needed help when the bottom of one of your bags fell through.

Bucky immediately cross the small landing between your doors and started helping you pick up your food, his eyes catching yours for the first time as you shot him a grateful smile. To say that he was taken aback by how bright they were was an understatement. To this day he hadn’t met anyone with eyes as beautiful as yours, nor had he met anyone that could hold his attention like you could. There was just something about you that Bucky couldn’t put his finger on, something that made him want to keep you in his life for as long as possible; to see you everyday.

His chest ached when he noticed the tears pooling in your eyes, your words slightly jumbled as you explained to him that you’d accidentally stuck your car key in the lock in your rush to get inside; it was jammed in there pretty well and the only thing the locksmith had said on the phone was that he would get there when he got there. When you finished talking Bucky offered for you to wait in his apartment, it was a whole lot more comfortable than waiting for him out here in the hallway.

You’d agreed and as they say the rest was simply history.

It had now been a little over a year since that day and Bucky couldn’t honestly imagine his life without you. You were stubborn and argumentative some days and you made Bucky want to tear his own hair out but at the same time you made his world a whole lot brighter.

He looked down to where you were curled up against his side, your breaths even as you slept, lips barely parted. Your arm was curled over Bucky’s stomach, keeping your bodies pressed as tight as they could be. Bucky smiled, moving some hair away from your face, mesmerized by the way your eyelashes fluttered against the tops of your cheekbones.

Honestly, he could stay here and watch you sleep all day.

Tagging: @poemwriter98