did i watch get some again

So I’m watching the very first ep again and realize that when Shiro crash-lands and gets taken in by the hazmat crew he’s wearing what we learn later is his gladiator/prisoner getup:

but immediately following the rescue and subsequent getaway (during which he is out cold and still obviously in the same clothes) we see him the next morning,

clearly wearing his own clothes.

But where did they come from??

The other three paladins-to-be left the garrison with just the clothes on their backs (and lbr Shiro’s height and shoulder-to-waist ratio means he’s not going to fit into anything of theirs anyway), and there’s absolutely no way he’d fit into anything of Keith’s either for the same reasons.

That outfit is also not generic officers’ or instructors clothing from the garrison either, because I’m like 95% sure we see examples of both earlier in the ep:

Which leaves only one obvious explanation: 

Keith has some of Shiro’s clothing.

So I had the opportunity to work alongside Seventeen on their Shining Diamonds tour

Firstly, I just have to say WOW. I had the chance to sit through rehearsals and they are all so talented and incredible. Even during rehearsals, (which lasted a whole 3 hours wtf) not once did they slack off or become lazy. They went HARD man, it was so cool and inspiring to watch and made me want to work harder at my job too.

Secondly, they are all such kind boys! They were all very polite and thanked the crew members for our hard work. Joshua asked me how long I had been at the venue, to which I told him ‘10 hours with no break’ and then he was like ‘Whoa, please make sure to get some rest after this, yeah?’ he then thanked us again for working so hard for them.

Vernon also thanked me for helping with their hitouch/photo op and we had a little exchange in Korean which was cool. He was really surprised when I started speaking and I think he was also relieved because he was complaining that English is sometimes difficult for him and that he’s actually not as fluent as everyone thinks he is.

Hoshi was a lot more quiet than he is on stage, which really surprised me! But some of the crew made him laugh over something silly and he seemed to perk up a bit and smile a little more!

Seungkwan is really funny and also pretty tall! He was walking up and down our hallway doing his vocal warm ups, but got scolded because he wasn’t supposed to be in our area, but instead back in the dressing room. (which was on the otherside of the stage)

Vernon is also very dorky, which I found really endearing. When we finished hitouch, we all cheered and celebrated together and I was doing finger guns just because I’m a dork and out of the corner of my eye I could see Vernon imitating me, so I turned and did the finger guns at him and he started giggling and grinning and did it back.

All in all, Seventeen are a wonderful group of kids. I didn’t get to speak to them all, we shared a few little moments but generally just work related things. No matter how exhausted they were, they were all so kind and caring towards their co-workers and made sure that we were all acknowledged for our hardwork.

I honestly wish them the best and for them to be as successful as they possibly can be because they are so lovely and work so hard to do their best at everything.

Larry Play I Spy
  • Louis: Oh I know, let's play I spy!
  • Liam: I know how this ends.
  • Niall: Don't we all?
  • Louis: Harry gets to go first!
  • Liam: Shocker.
  • Louis: Can you please watch your tone Liam. Go on Haz.
  • Harry: I spy with my little eye something beginning with L.
  • Liam: Louis.
  • Harry: No! Give me some credit.
  • Niall: Louis' bum?
  • Louis: I'm sitting down.
  • Liam: I'm half convinced he has X-Ray vision. Only explanation for that kind of staring. Okay um.....Louis' eyes?
  • Harry: Aren't they pretty? But no, wrong again.
  • Louis: Louis' pretty eyelashes?
  • Harry: Flutter them for me? *sigh* So pretty.
  • Liam: Stop. I'll puke. Did he win?
  • Harry: Nope.
  • Louis: I won your heart babe.
  • Harry: Damn straight.
  • Niall: Someone get me a bucket now.
  • Liam: I'm done. Final guess. Louis' mouth? Not like you've looked at much else.
  • Harry: Wrong again. The answer is...drum roll pleeeease baby?
  • Louis: *drum roll*
  • Harry: LOVE OF MY LIFE
  • Liam: Every. Fucking. Time.
  • Niall: It's a wee bit cute.
  • Louis: MARRY ME
  • Harry: YES BABY
  • Liam: They remember their wedding right?
  • Niall: Only thinking about their wedding NIGHT by the looks of things. Time to evacuate.
  • Liam: Oh fuck. He's getting louder, Harry's about to do the only thing he can to shut him up.
Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets/The Most Sacred Oath

I’m guessing you can’t hear me squeal over your own squeals, but I’ll just keep at it a little longer, okay? Okay. 

Man, this episode read like very good fanfiction, and while I’m disappointed Dean never found out Cas used to be a woman (although, they did have a conversation about that, so Steve gets points anyway), everything else was plain amazing. I’m actually tempted to do a recap that’s just shouting words into the void, because, seriously, that would be enough, but - okay, let me watch that thing again and then I’ll write a proper meta.


(Deep breath.)

So, let’s get one thing out of the way: we already know why this story works so damn well, but it’s worth saying it one more time, because this is what the whole episode was about.

A human and an angel: not meant to be.

Ishim said humans are dangerous to angels, and I agree with him: if angels want to understand humans, to truly become friends with them, to live among them - well - look at what’s that done to Cas. Caring about humans is, apparently, different than caring about another angel; it forces you to give up something deep inside yourself. You become - weaker, unhappy. Doubt-ridden. Trapped between two worlds, and fit for neither. And as for humans - if they truly wish to get closer to angels - to speak their language, to know enough about their magic and weapons to be able help them when they’re in trouble or hurt - that literally costs them their souls.

It’s a tragedy. It’s doomed.

But, of course, it’s not completely hopeless. What would be the point of writing a love story if you know from the start nothing can never happen at all? No - love can conquer all, and this episode dangled it in front of us - the angel who chose humanity, who tried to defend the person he loved from his own brothers, and the human who was fascinated with angels and knew enough about them to make it work.

(They had a daughter, sort of, and let’s cry about that for the rest of eternity, because can you see it? Dean loves kids, and -)

Anyway. We’ve known for a while that angels - I mean, the price Cas paid for his loyalty to the Winchesters (his love for Dean) - that’s harrowing. But this idea that humans need to sacrifice their soul to become closer to angels - thanks for that, Steve. I’m fine.

And surely, at this point, there is no other way this could end? Because what Sam and Cas share - yeah, that’s what friendship looks like, but Dean and Cas - right. And so Cas went and said it (“You mean too much to me.”) and Dean just holed up in his room for the rest of the week? He never said a word to Cas? And, Jesus, Cas thinks Dean’s angry? At him? I’m glad this, at least, was spelled out clearly, because apparently some people still don’t get it and read Dean’s emotions at face value and no, Dean was not angry - he was worried out of his damn mind, and he’s got reason to be, because Cas still doesn’t fucking get it: “I don’t regret what I did, even if it costs me my life”.

The idiot - the useless, fucking idiot.

(“Smelly. Dirty. Twice the worry about getting ganked.”)

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Coran: As we all know, Pix and Arrow are very close during their time in the Empire. But the pods picked up something while these two were recovering.

Arrow: I-Is it something serious?

Pix: D-Did something bad show??

Coran: Oh good golly, relax, you nuzzleheads! Nothing serious! It’s just that your DNA was looked into. It happens automatically when someone enters the pods. But anyways, I noticed something in the data, and boy I am VERY happy to inform that you boys are actually siblings, literally! Maybe even twins, considering that you fellas look very similar!

With VLD season 2 out, I can get more ideas on how to squeeze in these two, so expect some changes into their story soon! But I changed a little bit in Arrow’s design again, so that his ears could have something like his brother, Pix. I’m going to tweak with his look until it feels right. :)

anonymous asked:

Scenario: Voltron Team movie night, everyone is watching some unspecified movie, when Lance's crush (aka Reader) falls asleep and ends up leaning against him.

Hello! It’s mod Enki again. :0 I decided to put this in a domestic AU kind of idea so there would be more content. I hope that’s okay!


It was I regular day much like any other. You farted around doing chores around the house and did other mundane tasks like finally getting around to emailing some guy about a topic you forgot ages ago. That task in itself took more time than all your other chores combined and honestly left you mentally exhausted. You mulled over going out and getting a bite to eat before attempting to do anything else. As you sat completely useless on the couch due to your indecisiveness, your phone buzzed. You pulled it out to glance at the screen assuming it was a wrong number since no one ever texted you. Your eyes widened slightly. It wasn’t a wrong number but you certainly didn’t recognize it. The preview message told you all that you needed to know. 

“Hey (Y/N)! It’s Lance, I just wanted to…”

You unlocked your phone and read the full text expecting some cheesy one-liner but were surprised to find not a single one. He did remind you of the fact that tonight was movie night with the rest of the gang and that everyone was supposed to bring something. Groaning you typed in a short reply and hit send before smelling yourself. You had completely forgotten about the whole thing and you were not in any shape to be around any other human being. You had also spent almost your entire day doing chores so the movie night was going to start in at least an hour. The idea of getting a bite to eat was scrapped and you bounded to your shower as fast as you could to get rid of your hazardous body odor. Everyone was supposed to go over to Pidge’s house because she had managed to rig up a killer surround system. It made you pretty excited knowing how good Pidge was with all her tech so tonight’s movie night was definitely going to be super fun. 

Once you had completed your shower and thrown on some clothes, plus performing other hygienic tasks, you finally decided to get a bite to eat from your kitchen. It had to be quick considering you still had to go out and get something to bring. Chips and a some soda would be good right? You didn’t doubt that everyone else would be bringing popcorn so might as well stay the safe course and bring chips. They’re just as addicting as popcorn is when watching a movie and the paladins will eat anything you put in front of them really. Anything from Earth anyways. After wolfing down a cup of noddles like the healthy person you were, you grabbed your keys and departed from your humble abode. 

You sped to the nearest convenience store and nearly hit a pedestrian on the way there. They quickly became someone who didn’t wave with all their fingers and you contemplated actually hitting them. You decided to be a good citizen and continued on your way. You sprinted to the entrance and through the automatic door like a lunatic before grabbing all your required goods in record time. You practically slammed your things down on the conveyor belt earning a concerned look from the cashier. Apologizing you quickly payed for your things and left as quickly as you’d arrived. If you hurried you’d get there right on time. So you hauled your ass as fast you could legall-ishly could. 

Much to your joy you had managed to get there at the time you predicted you would. With arm fulls of goodies you somehow managed to ring the door bell and the door swung open. Peeking over the bags you saw Lance with a smug grin on his face. You braced yourself for the bomb drop that would be his just as equally smug remark. 

“Oh, (Y/N)! Is this all for me? Why, you shouldn’t have!” He cooed. You rolled your eyes.

“Just let me through you turd, I’ve got a lot of stuff.” You responded pushing your way through. 

As you made your way through the house to the snack table you got a plethora of greetings from everyone else. Setting down your things you eyed the big screen and the amount of speakers located all around. Whistling appreciatively you watched as Pidge came over to greet you. 

“We almost thought you wouldn’t make it. You didn’t forget did you?” She asked coyly. 

“What? O-of course not! I just lost track of time…” You stuttered trying to come up with a cover. 

“Oh yeah? Well, your shirt’s inside out. Just letting you know.” She pointed out. 

As she walked away you mentally kicked yourself for just throwing on the nearest shirt. You opened a bag of chips before pouring them into one of the large bowls set out. Once you had acquired your absurd amount of chips you made your way to the couch to the only open spot on the end by none other than Lance. If the movie didn’t keep you from falling asleep he would. A yawn escaped you as you plopped down beside him. 

“Hey, no yawning!” He said lightly jabbing you in your side. 

“I can’t help it.” You whined rubbing the sleepy tears from your eyes. 

You continued to have idle chat with Lance for the remainder of the time before everyone was settled down enough to start the movie. By that time you were struggling to keep the conversation going with Lance without yawning every 2 seconds. You were half tempted to ask Pidge if she had some instant coffee you could quickly heat up in the microwave but decided against it. Besides, there was no way you’d fall asleep during the movie. No one in the group liked anything super boring and mushy. The movie no doubt was going to be action packed. 

To your joy when the title screen popped up you could tell it was going to be a horror movie. At least you’d stay awake being scared right? Horror movies are the best cure to being sleepy so you had nothing to worry about. Oh how wrong you were. Any jump scare that popped up on screen had about the same effect as someone blowing on your face. In all honesty you felt pretty close to nothing. Lance sat next to you and although he tried to play the whole bravado act you could tell he was scared. Not you though, you sat about as immovable as a sack of potatoes. 

That’s when you started to doze off. Your head kept dropping causing you to yank it back up while fighting the urge to sleep. It went on for a while and you weren’t quite sure when you had passed the hell out but you did. And you somehow managed to pass out on Lance of all people. Not the arm of the couch, the one person you were sitting next to was what you had managed to fall asleep on. No one noticed except for the boy himself since the room was extremely dark save the light from the screen. And now about a million thoughts were running through his head. What should he do? Wake you up? Let you sleep? Did you choose to fall asleep on him? Was this intentional? An accident? 

Lance felt his face getting warmer and he started to fidget with his hands as he nervously tried to think of what to do. He was no longer watching the movie and all his focus was on you so he swallowed hard before attempting to nudge you awake to no avail. You were in a pretty dead sleep and it looked like you weren’t going to be awake until movie night ended. Not that he minded in this case. He’d been trying to chat you up all day and had somehow managed to convince Pidge to give him your number. She was pretty skeptical about the idea but gave it nonetheless. He wanted it for obvious reasons, that being that he totally liked you and now having his crush asleep on his should was a little too much for him.

He glanced around at the others making sure they were watching the movie and not him. Slowly he leaned his head to the side until it snugly rested on your own. He then glanced back as best he could at the others before locking eyes with Pidge who had the smugest look on her face. Lance mouthed out, “don’t you dare,” before giving her a small glare. She rolled her eyes and mouthed back, “You owe me,” and went back to watching the movie. 

Lance closed his own eyes to try and better enjoy this little moment he was sharing with you until he ultimately ended up joining you in a much needed cat nap. 

Euros / Faith totally drugged Sherlock somehow when they were on the bridge.  She may have even told him who she really was, or made some other confession.  Watch the scene again and tell me I’m wrong.

There was a brief flash of a needle? Flashbacks to Sherlock’s childhood again? He blacks out a couple of times and remembers nothing?  When he gets home, Wiggins thinks he’s had too much?  Where/when did he get a chance to take too much, if he was out talking to Faith all night? It’s possible, but is it likely?

Also, it’s killing me how she’s suicidal and isolated and sherlock really likes her and has a good time and then she says “you’re not what i expected, you’re nicer.” 

After years of tutoring and studying many hours every day for over 7 years, I know that studying can be a horrible experience if you don’t like studying out of a book. People spend hours reading and reading, but at the end of the day they ask themselves “what did I just learn.. I forgot it all again”, resulting in bad grades, a low self-esteem, stress, and so on. Education system GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, but until then, here are some tips that I always gave to my students and to myself!

Watch YouTube videos
While you watch YouTube videos, take notes and really LISTEN. Don’t just stare at your screen, maybe even pause it every 30 seconds and think about what the teacher in the video talked about. Do you understand it? If not, scroll back and listen to it again! The goal is to understand it, not to know it.

Make a PowerPoint or other slide show presentation
Pretend like you are the teacher! Try to teach your “class” about the subject. You’ll find out that you understand some parts, but others not so much. Try to figure out what you don’t really understand yet, and watch a YouTube video about it, then try to explain it again. The goal is to be able to teach your “class” about the subject with full confidence! Maybe even ask friends or parents if they can ask questions about it!

By visualizing what you’ve just learned, you see it in a whole different way. Instead of linking words together, draw connections and systems of how it works. Of course this depends on the subject, this is easier to do with biology than with mathematics, but when you’re drawing you’re really focusing on the small details. These small details are super important! And a drawing is easier to remember than a text. The goal is to see connections, and spend more time focusing on understanding the smaller parts.

Read the text out loud, and record it
By reading it out loud, you make it real! Often when we read quickly in our heads we skip parts or we just start thinking about something else. By actually reading, you are a lot more focused and understanding what you’re reading is much easier. And record it, then listen back to it when you’re in bed, or whenever you want to listen to it! Talk slowly and emphasize the important words! The goal is to get familiar with the terms, and the more you listen to it, the better you will remember it, obviously :)

Hang in there!! 💕 Let’s make 2017 a fantastic year academically! Good luck with all your tests, I really hope I will help you with these tips!

Zootopia Community...

After watching this “Nick Slick Wilde” incident I think all of us need to come together. I mean everyone. Artist, writers, Fans, etc. Everyone need to be here. We all need to stand as one to show this abomination “Nick Slick Wilde” (What a terrible name to call yourself for what you are doing) that were not just some weak fandom. We’re not a fandom that people can just take our art, comics, fanfictions and everything that we did this year. So I say this. We are so much more than a Fandom. We’re a family. We care for each other and watch everyone’s back. So I say this again. We’re not gonna let “Nick Slick Wilde” get away. Let’s get the fucker and show him not mess with this fandom again.

Haven’t seen anyone post about this yet, so...

I didn’t catch this the first time I watched, but I just rewatched TST on the PBS site and caught something in the credits. It’s nothing revealing, but there are some red letters in the credits, and reading them out:





We get “Six Napoleons”. nice



Sorry about the shitty pictures my stream was pretty low-q

also sorry for tagging literally everybody but @tjlc @quietlyprim @the-7-percent-solution @skulls-and-tea @marcelock @confirmedjohnlock @emilociraptor @love-in-mind-palace @57-circlesofhell 

Hands and Bread

It has been so long since the last time I watched Peeta bake. Honestly, for awhile I thought I would have never seen this again.

Until recently, he had some problems remembering his father’s recipes correctly. His hands hadn’t been as steady as they were before the war, before the hijacking. He couldn’t measure the exact amount of the ingredients and even if he managed to get something even remotely similar to the dough he had been making for all his life, it never were how he wanted it to be. In the end he would throw it in the garbage, or against a wall in a fit caused by a new episode. Sometimes he would just curl up in a corner, crying silently because his family is gone forever. Because, had the world been fair, he would have been in the bakery working alongside them, not in the victors’ village of a district destroyed by the Capitol’s bombs.

That’s why I’m so surprised to see him at work this morning as I get back from one of my first hunting trips. Apparently we are both getting a bit better.

Peeta looks up at me when he hears me putting down my bag and smiles, a smudge of flour under his left eye. Actually, there’s flour everywhere, on the counter, on his clothes and apron, all over the kitchen floor. I don’t remember him being this messy. But it doesn’t matter right now.

I sit silently on the chair across the counter from him, prop my chin on my open palm, and look at him work.

He dusts a handful of flour on the dough in front of him and goes back at kneading. By the look of it, he is making raisins and nuts bread.

It doesn’t take long for me to space out looking at his hands. Those hands that used to held the signs of a lifetime spent in a bakery, now marred by the scars of a very different fire. But still the same hands. Big and strong, with long, talented fingers. Hands that could create worlds, both on paper and with food. If he can bake again, maybe soon he’ll start painting, too.

I focus on smaller details. His nails are short. Not as cured as they would be under the care of a specialized prep team, but very functional. His left pinkie finger is a bit crooked. Perhaps he broke it some time after the Quarter Quell and it didn’t heal properly. The smattering of blond hair on the back of his hands and on his forearms is covered in small residuals of flour and dough.

When my eyes are on his forearms, they travel back following the line of muscles and tendons straining against his skin. I see a particularly fluid flexing whenever he presses the heels of his hands against the dough, another as his fingers reshape it into its original form. It’s a mechanical, hypnotizing movement. He does it so effortlessly and with such a grace that it looks way more easier that it is. But I know, even without looking, that there’s a thin coat of perspiration under his hairline.

It’s so good to see his hands not betraying him. It reminds me of a time before the Quarter Quell, when his hands were one of the parts of him that I used to be fixated on. Because of how they could knead the perfect loaf of bread, just like now. Because of how they could flow over a page and bring to life the plants and berries my father described in his plants book. Because of how they could bring me back from the horrifying nightmares of the arena, drive away the images of death and sorrow, lull me back to sleep. Give me the serenity that I so much needed.

I wonder, would his hands have the same effect on me? Those hands that not so long ago wrapped around my throat in a feverish attempt to kill the mutt, that still could smother me if an especially bad episode reared its ugly head?

I think they might. I know things have gotten worse for both of us after a second time in the arena and a war. He was captured and tortured to the point of almost destroying every shred of the strong, beautiful boy with the bread, and that is something that I will never understand. The number of people showing up in our nightmares is much bigger now, and they’re not just dead children in the woods that we had to kill to survive. Now they’re also innocent bystanders, people caught in the crossfire, rebels, allies, friends, fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters. But I think it will work. Perhaps it won’t be enough at first, there may be a lot of crying and fighting and yelling, but eventually it could be good. We could be good.

“What’re you thinking?”

I’m suddenly pulled back from my reverie by Peeta’s question. I don’t know for how long I was lost in it, but I’m sure that I was staring at Peeta’s hands all the time. The little smile on his lips tells me that he finds it somehow amusing.

There’s no stopping the blushing that I feel spreading all over my cheeks. I try to dismiss it. “Nothing. I can’t wait to taste your bread.”

“You know,” he says as he leans forward. “You can taste my bread whenever you want.”

Is this some kind of joke? If it is, I don’t get it. But Peeta is biting his bottom lip to stop himself from laughing, and a huge smile is threatening to split his face.

I can’t help but smile back at him. My heart flutters. He is happy, I am happy.

“Shut up and keep kneading, or we’ll never taste that bread.”

“Yes, ma'am.” He salutes me, leaving a new line of flour above his right eyebrow.

I shake my head as I get up to get back at my haul from hunting this morning.

Maybe tonight, when my screams will wake us both and he’ll rush to my room to help me, I should ask him to stay with me.

I’m loving Class so much but

since it’s a DW spin-of, supposed to be darker and for older audience.. well where have we heard that before?

I’m afraid they will make me love the characters like I did with Torchwood and then kill off someone important for bullshit reasons (again)

I hope all the characters get to be happy at some point, like Tosh and Owen never did

and if Charlie or Matteusz will ever share Ianto’s fate or Jack’s heartbreaks in any way I’ll never trust BBC again

Lipstick stain

You were wearing a red dress last night
It was fitted at the waist and flared out to the floor
Your hair was curled and it framed your face perfectly
And your lips, your lips were this shade of red that I can’t get out of my head
It was like red wine, just by gazing at you I was intoxicated
Intrigued by your beauty, how could someone like you ever dance alone?

I watched you the whole night, I sat at the bar hugging a beer
At some point the band slowed down and the lights dimmed and you found your way to the stool next to me
You grabbed a napkin and kissed it
I thought it was strange that you did that since you swore years ago that we’d never see each other again
Then in a blink of an eye you were gone again
And all that was left of you was a lipstick stain on a napkin that was now stuffed into my pocket next to a crumpled picture of you

Day 13: Magnus + BAMF

The institute was surprisingly empty when he portalled in. Not like Magnus cared. He had yet another meeting with whichever Clave representative had been sent to once again try and get him to change his mind and he was not looking forward to that encounter.

Especially because his answer would always be a ‘no’.

He smirked at the thought. At the stupidity of the Clave thinking that they could out-wait him. Idiots the whole lot of them. He was four hundred years old. He’d perfected the waiting game.

He was just about to head straight down the hall to the meeting room when he thought a detour might be in order. Who knew? He just might catch Alec training topless again.

He grinned and was still grinning when he stepped into the training area, eyes scanning the room looking for Alec.

But Alec wasn’t in the room, and the Shadowhunters who were present all froze and stared at him. Some with suspicion, some with disinterest and a few with derision.

He was just about to turn back around when movement from the corner of his eyes caught his attention. He drifted towards the ring in the corner, eyes taking in the two Shadowhunters sparring.

They were both evenly matched, throwing out jabs and kicks and circling around each other, trying to land hits. But the bigger one was slightly behind the smaller one and Magnus spoke without thinking. “Your form is wrong.”

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Imagine helping Dean dig up a grave.

A/N: This takes place S1E7 Hookman while Sam is watching Lori, you and Dean dig up the preacher’s grave.

Dean’s age-26

Sam’s age-22

Reader’s age-15

All gifs can be found here

“Why did I have to come with you?” You asked Dean while wiping sweat off your brow.

“Cause Sam needed some alone time with Lori, now pick up the pace, the sooner we get this done the sooner we can stop by that diner.” Dean responded.

You resumed digging the grave in silence when you broke the quiet again, “But why did he need alone with with Lori?”

“Ankle-biter” Dean groaned while leaning his head on the handle of his shovel. “He just does okay, after Jess he needs to get back out there.”

“How come he’s allowed to be ‘out there’ but I’m not?” You asked him with a smirk.

Dean looked at you dumbfounded, “You’re not allowed to date…like…ever. You know that.” He told you.

“Yeah, well, double standard.” You told him while smacking down on the coffin. “Yahtzee!”

Dean gave you a boost out of the hole before climbing out himself. He grabbed the salt and began salting the bones while you poured lighter fluid over the salt. Dean lit the match and tossed it into the hole. 

You both watched the bones burn for a bit before starting to gather everything up when Dean started talking to you, “You don’t really wanna go on dates do you? I mean, how do you even meet people?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t, it’s just fun to mess with you. Plus I’m not exactly your average teenage girl, dating isn’t an option, I know that.” You gave Dean a sad smile before zipping up the duffle and throwing it over your shoulder, “Can we go crash Sammy’s alone time now?”

Well, guess it’s that time…

Looking for roleplay contacts and friends!

I’m especially looking for contacts for this loser up here, Aliciena (Alice) Leach. She’s my favorite contradiction, a lazy drunk who never stops moving and is weirdly cultured. She’s loud, vulgar, forward, mouthy, doesn’t know when to shut up, and is always itching for a fight. She’s also a secret sap, a dispensary of surprisingly good advice, and a loyal friend.

I’m looking for anything, truly. Friends and the like are always welcome. Employers are great too. Really, just something to get her moving as a character again.

How might you know her, you ask? In the worst possible ways, of course.

  • Did you ever watch a tiny woman try to out drink a roegadyn, nearly win, and then start a fight because his size was “cheating?”
  • Did you ever see some strange purple-haired woman get bored, start a bar brawl, and then sit back down to drink and watch it unfold?
  • Did you ever find yourself in some seedy run down bar that ran pit fights and watched a woman who apparently has no idea how to dodge or block manage to wipe the floor with her opponent?
  • Did you ever hire an adventurer who half-assed her way through the entire job, scared you half to death with recklessness, but still some how manage to succeed?
  • Did you ever wake up at 3 A.M. to the sound of someone drunkenly singing love songs while they peed on your front lawn?

If you can answer yes to any of these, you’ve probably run into Alice. 

More seriously, she’s a brawler for hire who occasionally does bodyguard work, often finds herself in underground fighting rings, and is a well known face in Eorzea’s bars. I’m not super enthusiastic about running RP related to her past, but anything else is pretty much okay.

My timezone is EST and if you’re interested, you can contact me here on tumblr or in game or even on discord at  Alice Corvin#7151. Thank you for reading and I hope to hear from you!


  Jackson finished slipping on his gloves when he saw testicle left and right, aka Scott and Stiles, walking out onto the field with a girl, a cute one. Now what would a cute girl like you be doing with them? He continued to watch from afar until he heard coach Finstock yelling for him to practice with Danny.
 He rolled his eyes and grabbed his lacrosse stick but stopped short again when he noticed you laughing with them. It was bothering to watch for some odd reason but the thing that really bothered him was when you hugged Stiles. He didn’t understand why it bothered him but it just did, so being the person he is he decided that it’d be fun to steal your attention away from those two dorks. 
 “Jackson, if I don’t see any goals being made I swear that you’ll be sitting on the bench with Stilinski, and you Stilinski quit dallying around with your sister and get your ass over here!” Coach finstock shouts catching Jackson off guard, but he can’t help but smirk knowing that you weren’t interested in the two idiots but quickly the smirk turned into a frown when he actually realized that you were one of the idiot’s sibling.

Get To Know Me Tag

I was tagged by @simplifiedsimi , @cenndi​, @dazzled-simblr and @skarlet-sims,Thankss

I already did this tag a couple of months ago (i think), but fuck it I’m doing it again. Some questions are different anyways 

Rules: Answer the questions and tag 20 blogs you’d like to know better.

Star sign: Leo
Height: No Idea 
Time right now: 0:22 (12:22am for people who don’t know)
Last thing googled:  ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Favourite music artist(s): Top 3: Lana Del Rey, Marina And The Diamonds, Amy Winehouse
Last TV show watched: Jane The Virgin
What I’m wearing right now: An oversized sweater and sweatpants
When did I create my blog: I don’t know exactly but my first post that I didn’t delete was in march 2016
What kind of stuff do I post about: Sims n stuff
Do I have any other blogs: @ivoccfinds and @ivo-memes
Do I get asks regularly: Yeh
Why did I choose my url: People call me Ivo and I play the sims (I wanna change it to something else but meh)
Pokemon team: No.
Gender: Male
Favourite colour(s): Teal
Average hours of sleep: About 5 hours
Favourite character(s): Clementine from TWD, Arya from GoT, Pepper from AHS, Denise from Scream Queens, Karen from Mean Girls
Dream job: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I see people posting a pic of themselves with these so here’s me:

(Ik I look a bit different in my profile pic, It’s just the angle)

I tag everyone who’s reading this, if you’re reading this and you’re not doing this tag I’m gonna be highly offended, so