do i even still have followers

GUYS IM GONNA CRY

My stuff got deleted for a second time on redbubble and I still dont understand why. I didnt even name or tag it as anything related to hamilton. I got several mails just right now giving me several warnings and its shit.

Im gonna try to see what I can do, but dont hope for anything. It seems most likely that I will have to give up on selling my art on redbubble. Im try to find some other place to try do the giveaway. Or offering full illustrations instead of shirts.

I feel like shit telling you all this right after I tell you about the giveaway

You all who followed me for the giveaway. Im sorry. I really am. I don’t blame you if you unfollow

THANK YOU EVERYBODY!!! i’m honored that all of you are still following me even though i’ve added so many things to my regularly scheduled programming that. As usual, shoutouts to: @attackeyebrowsmonocles, @lavistudy, @rogueofheart, and @emutant! I love all of you guys! 

I’m doing a giveaway and mentions post at the start of February to celebrate 1K :) stay tuned! will do a proper shoutout for all the awesome users who have laughed with me, cheered me on before wind symphony auditions, comforted me whenever i uploaded depressing posts, sent me interesting links, and reached out to befriend me. you guys are amazing and i can’t believe you all exist <3

anonymous asked:

Hi. I am also a mystic messenger scenario blog, but I'm not super known or anything. The thing is, I do have a lot of requests still, and even though I try to answer them it takes me a while. I know this should be a good thing (that people like my stuff) but I'm just nervous that if I don't answer stuff fast enough, people won't like me anymore

Honestly I get the same way as well because I was use to having more freedom that I can shoot out HCS quickly but now health, work, family, and school and sometimes I’m like fuck I’m going to be forgotten but look here munchkin, your followers love your work :) you won’t be forgotten because your true fans will be there waiting for the update :’) so try to suppress the negative thought and take your time on making the HC great :)

anonymous asked:

i just wanted to say i really enjoy seeing your content on feed and your account in general so bless you for existing

wow, do i feel awkward because i’m moving out jk!

i’m kinda surprised that i even have active followers, i thought you’d be on voltron or breath of wild because i am too 

thank you for still being here! man, it’s so quiet here lately (not counting those who live with ndrv3 spoilers) it always warms my heart to see some of you still on this hell site which i call home :D

Hey, just a word of warning to all my followers, please remember that it is a Class E Felony to wish harm or death upon the President of the United States . Yes, even on social media. People have gotten deported over this in the past.

I wholeheartedly support #notmypresident but unfortunately, this law would still apply. Be careful with those assassination jokes, which do qualify as a federal offense now. Stay informed and make informed decisions.

Happy New year everyone// 

 I’d like to thank all of you for sticking around this year, also for the support you guys have been giving me throughout the 2016! It means a lot to me  ❤❤❤

 This might have not been the best one, but hey we can try to make the new one better. I hope you have good New Years and that we all are gonna step right into 2017 together. 

The best part of the How to Train Your Dragon movies isn’t even the plot.

It’s the emotions, the reactions, the expressions, the details.

They don’t follow cliches.

When he found Toothless, it wasn’t the fish that made them friends. It made Toothless less murderous, but he still wouldn’t let Hiccup near him. It was a moment of bonding that let them be friends. A drawing, a dance, and patience. That’s what it took.

When he was in the battle arena, Hiccup tried to make Toothless leave after he saved him. But Toothless wouldn’t budge. He wouldn’t listen because he thought Hiccup was still in danger. But when Hiccup yelled no, Toothless listened then because of the way it was said. When he told him to leave, he was worried. When he told him to stop, he was scared.

When you see a loved one you thought you lost, or you are the loved one. It cliches them running, and hugging and crying. But these movies show a different reaction. Hiccup is confused, Stoick is quiet and careful, and Valka is afraid.

Things that usually make movies boring, re-imagined. All of these things that you sometimes know are coming, and they do. But they come in a different way. Instead of when someone dies, the MC immediately attacks the cause, or killer, Hiccup went over and cried over his dad for a moment. He never attacked or yelled at Drago about it. He never even mentioned it to him. 

Hiccup didn’t hold a grudge against Toothless. He yelled at him a moment, but that is a natural reaction. You can tell he regrets it very fast. He tries to save Toothless before being held back.

These movies showed so much love and trust between Hiccup and Toothless. Toothless tried harder to get out of the place where he fell to save Hiccup then he did to save himself. Hiccup trusted Toothless to save him from pillars when he was flying top speed towards them. 

Hiccup challenged his tribe, and his own father, for Toothless.

Toothless challenged a dragon 1000 times his size for Hiccup.

This is why I love these movies so much. This is the reason I have watched them at least 20 times this month alone. 

This is what Dreamworks needs to aim for every time.

Originally posted by graphrofberk

STOP SCROLLING!!

hey you, yeah, you. the one reading this. you know, if you’re reading this that means you’re alive and you know what that means? that means you’re awesome. you’re awesome bc you’re alive and breathing. no matter what you’re going through i’m always here to talk just message me. you don’t even have to follow me bc my messages are always open to everyone! but even if you are going through a tough time, i think it’s cool that you’re still here and if you’re thinking of ending it, don’t. please. suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem. it’s gonna be okay soon, i promise. just stay alive and stay strong and you can do anything you put your mind to. i love you and i care. stay alive! i believe in you and i’m proud of you, you beautiful human being!

No but we are so lucky to be fans of someone like Mike Dirnt. 

He’s under no obligation to reply to fans on Instagram or acknowledge them in any way. But he still does. Even now, when he has hundreds of thousands of followers, he still regrams fanart and likes posts and sometimes replies to fans. I remember a few years ago, when he had fewer followers and it was easier for him to do it, it wasn’t unusual to see him to spending hours upon hours talking to fans. He’d do cute little things like reply to comments with only emojis so people would have a riot trying to figure out what he was saying. One time a fan made an account called “mikedirntshomies” and he thought it was cute so he tagged them in every instagram post for weeks and eventually followed them. I think he still follows them. And that account gained like 10k followers and became this little community that fans could share fanart and stuff on and mike would like everything and leave nice messages complimenting people’s art. 

He’s wished so many happy birthdays, answered hundreds of questions, and given gentle replies to fans who were in pain because he knows that even something so small can mean the world to someone or maybe even change their life. And when Brittney faced a battle with cancer, she and Mike let us in. They kept us updated and shared the whole experience with us. Even some of what must have been their most fragile moments, such as Mike shaving off Brittney’s hair and Brittney being rushed to the hospital in an ambulance. How many other celebrities care so much? How many connect so intimately with their audience?

It’s an absolute honour to be a fan of Mike Dirnt.

I have to say this.

I know some of my followers are not American- if you’re not, you’re still welcome to read this. I am legitimately terrified. The man I was scared to even hear speak is now our President. So I just need to say- I do not support him. I did not want this. To all of my followers that have felt attacked, threatened, and are scared for our future: I am here for you. I support you, I will always listen, I will always be here for you. You are not alone. Remember that. And now..we just have to hope that…something will change. I hope to God it does. I love you all. I will always be here to listen. Always.

Originally posted by aborddelimpala

wow! first of all: thank you very much for - ̗̀ 17k ̖́ - that’s a mind-blowing amount of audience and im still very #shookt !! ok… so anyway, the last time i had my faves page, i only have like less than a third of my followers now (that was like, last year) so i thought maybe to thank you guys for being so lovely, i should finally update it !!

don’t delete the text bc it wont even show up on your blog ✨

what you must do:

  • must be following me (@peachisty)
  • reblog this at least once (likes = bookmarks only; more reblogs=greater chances)
  • pls let this be a thing bc if this won’t reach 20 notes, i’ll pretend it never existed
  • ends on: im not really sure but prolly when i hit 20k (3-4 months?)!

what you will get:

  • follow from me if im not following you yet !!
  • a spot on my faves page and/or friends page
  • huge chance to get a new adorable buddy (hint: that buddy is me)
  • daily/regular dose of cute messages from smol bean (in the form of me)
  • maaaany, maaany reblogs & likes from meee !!!
  • an automatic selfie-reblogger bc i lyk ur face
  • also my queue-bot will depend on you REGULARLY!!
  • u get a special birthday greeting (if fate permits and i remember)
  • also prolly a url doodle if i have time !!

how to increase your chances:

  • be my friend! like send me cute messages, tell me how was your day, let’s talk/chat! (?)
  • tag me on your posts: your selfies, day, etc using #peachisty && i’ll gladly reblog + like ‘em
  • be a nice human bean
  • follow me on instagram: flower.kid and like sum of my posts (send me ur user if u did)
  • have a similar blog maybe? (indie, bambi, art stuff) but it’s fine otherwise
  • have a really nice blog because this one’s basically it

i’ll be picking around 10-20 blogs depending on the number of entries!! thank you very much! keep on reblooping and i hope you guys will join!! ily !!! ily !! <3

Making You Stay

This was very much unplanned but I had to, thanks to all the torture from @hestylesno and @yetanotherharry. I’m still not used to writing smut so I apologize in advance. All constructive criticisms are always welcomed. Here are my other work.

You stand there hands fisting by your side as you watch him duck the hits. Each time making your heart do a flip in anxiety. You hated this. You hated this and even more so the feeling you get when you watch him do this. There was no reason for you to stand here and be tortured but at the same time you didn’t have the heart to walk out on him.

Your eyes follow him as he stalks his opponent planning his next move. Eyes furrowed, lips parted, biceps bulging through his t shirt, he was cut out for this. Thus he easily ditches the next blow thrown aiming right at his jaw. But that didn’t keep you from gasping loudly grabbing their attention. He gives you a quick glance, eyes falling on your hands clutching on your chest and back to meet yours. Your heart is still racing, threatening to explode out of your chest but your hands drop at his reaction, or rather the lack of. He looks at you for another second, the corner of his lips raising and falling, before shaking his head lightly making the sweat drop from his brow drip.

“Jerk” you mutter under your breath turning back to walk away, refusing to be tortured any further. But you don’t reach far when you hear a loud thud followed by a raspy, “Bloody fuck!”

You turn back to see Harry recoil onto him, gloved hands pulled to his chest as his eyes squeeze tightly breathing silent cusses. In a heartbeat you reach up to him, nearly tripping while getting in the ring. His opponent steps back giving you your space and rambling halfhearted explanations about how it isn’t his fault and its Harry taking a shot prematurely, though it all falls to deaf ears.

“Are you fine?” you ask leaning to him. Your hands rub against the sweaty shirt sticking to his back. He nods lightly before letting out a “Yeah” but you are not convinced and pull his wrists up. He opens his mouth to protest but it turns into a whimper as you tug the glove away exposing the red skin of his wrist.

The anger is evident in your eyes as you look up at him. His eyes lower in guilt, biting on the insides of his cheeks. He is embarrassed but that doesn’t keep him from protesting when you pull him to the corner of the ring. “I’m fine, love. ‘Tis jus- Ouch! Easy there. No, tha’s-wait bu’ “

You have to force him to sit as he takes his seat and you kneel down. The emergency box soon handed to you by his opponent before he disappears in the locker room leaving Harry alone to face your wrath.

“‘Tis nothing, swear. Jus’ a bit of a twist there but ‘m fine.” He keeps on rambling between gasps and cries as you don’t bother to go soft on him right now and he notices that.

“Love, are yeh angry? Please, don’t be.” He reaches up to pull a strand of hair back from your face to see the frown on your forehead. “Hey, you cannot blame me. Yeh were the one walking out on me. Would have left me if it weren’t for m’broken hand, yeah?”

He chuckles but you don’t find the humor when your lips are held in a tight line and your eyes are stinging. He shuts seeing your blazing eyes. You return to his hand tying the black elastic for support a bit more tightly than necessary, winning another whimper from him.

“First of all, it’s not broken. So if that was your plan, you failed. Secondly,” you sit back on your heels, hands falling on your knees as you meet his eyes. “wasn’t leaving you, you know that. But you cannot expect me to stand here watching you hurt yourself.”

“I didn’t-“

“Don’t tell me you were that stupid to take that blow intentionally. In fact, this whole thing is stupid. You just have to drag me here to watch you take hits upon hits and jus- “

You are cut off by his lips as he pulls you with his working hand. You try to push him but couldn’t when he is begging you with his lips smacking against yours and tongue swiping on it. You give up pulling him closer with his wet shirt and he obliges moaning in your mouth.

“You know I need yeh here.” He says through heavy breathing when he pulls away, eyes finding yours.

It breaks your heart a little to see him like this, all vulnerable and begging. When you both know that your relation has gone way beyond casual fuck but neither of you can bring yourself to say that out loud, not with the circumstance he is in.

You cannot bring yourself to answer that so you opt to press your lips against his avoiding his eyes. And he too picks on it as his hands squeeze around your waist pulling you closer. The kiss intenses as your tongues battle and your one leg swings over his to straddle him, feeling him harden right underneath you. But your senses recover for a second when you pull away and look around investigating your surrounding for any prying eyes.

“Harry, not here.” You moan as his teeth graze over your neck exposed to him and he hums in agreement pulling you up with one hand. It is a struggle when you are clinging on him, pepper kissing your way from his jaw to his chest and he has only one functioning hand to balance you both, nearly falling off the ring when tackling with the ropes and knocking into a punching bag while pawing at each other.

At last you find yourself in the haven of the musty locker room, which has now been thankfully abandoned by any other users allowing him to back you into a locker, your head hitting the locker door with a bang. His bandaged hand comes instinctively to cup head for an ineffective massage along with his muffled apologies as his mouth is still press on the crook of your neck, sucking hard determined to leave a mark later. His other hand grips at your waist, pulling you into him as he pokes in your stomach.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, halfheartedly pushing him to straighten your back.

“Yeah, pet?” he asks pulling back though his grip on your waist doesn’t loosen. The cool stale air of the room hits you through your now wet shirt soaked in his sweat and you shiver a bit forming the words in your head.

“Your hand.” You manage to say reaching for the wrapped hand from behind your head.

“S’fine, s’fine.” He says shaking his head pulling his hand out of yours. But you glare at him and he has to smile at your stubbornness.

He leans in to give a peck on your lips but lingers a bit longer letting his hand trace your curves and squeezing at the pudge of your hip before abruptly backing off requesting a breathy “Turn ‘round f’me, love, will yeh?”

And you do turn around but not before giving him a sharp look to see his blown off eyes and disheveled hair, puffing through his parted swollen lips and you know you would have obliged anyway. Your hands press against the locker as he kneads and squeezes your bum. A hand snaking in the front palming your sex earning a groan from you.

“Want me, pet?” He knows he is pushing his luck but you are too gone to say anything and just nod allowing him to reach for the button of your jeans. He struggles a bit, having to unbutton from a different angle at last making you come to his aid clucking at him in frustration.

“Shit!” he mutters kneading on your bare cheeks as your jeans pool around your feet along with your panties.

You can feel his hot breath fanning on your equally heated skin making you feel woozy. His fingers rim around your entrance before sliding in your folds. “Wet, are yeh? Wet f’me.” His smirk resonating in his voice.

You buck on his fingers but he removes them moving back.

“You got any rubber on yeh?” he is unsure of the question but sighs in relief when you nod. You make a futile effort to bend to get your jeans but your mind is hazy and your hands numb. Thankfully he is faster and more sober than you to get the foil from your back pocket and in a blink his boxing shorts joins your jeans on the floor.

You resume your position on weak knees when he sighs again. “Yeh ready, pet?”

You nod but he is too impatient as you feel him push in you at your first bob. He is big and you are tight, but it is a snug fit and you relax around him at last exulting in the feeling of being filled up.

There is a momentary pause for you to adjust to him before you nod against his shoulder and he impels making you both moan with each thrust. His parted lips are pressed on your sweaty temple as your head tilt back on his shoulder with your mouth stretching in a silent cry.

His working hand press beside yours against the locker supporting as a leverage while you pull on the other over you stomach, holding it right above the bandage to keep yourself from falling. You desperately try to be mindful of it but often miss your grip running over the bandage making his teeth nick at your skin.

“You’re so good t’me, love. Gonna stay, won’t yeh?”he says into your skin between moans and expletives.

You cannot believe he is doing this now, you want to fight him off and tell on him but right now you’re on your edge and he feels so good that you can only moan his name.

“Didn’t I tell yeh, I-I’m fine. Doin’ so good for you, yeah?”

A groan escapes your lips when his fingers add to pleasure you, rubbing on your aching button. You are zoning out, your ears buzzing. Your head rolls on his shoulders at the building up feeling and you can feel him approach his high as well when he gives a throaty groan in your ear getting sloppier with each thrust.

“Need yeh here. Need yeh with me. Need… I need…” his words dissolves in your bliss as you tremble with your orgasm. His hurt hand tightening over you to keep you from falling off. Soon his teeth grit beside your ears with the intensity of his high and you mewl at the feeling of him cumming inside you, though through a barrier.

After he is spent and you gain your senses, you both stay like that, close, clinging on to each other as a support, covered in sticky sweat drenched clothes, panting and you know you won’t ever be able to actually walk out on him.

“Did yeh good, didn’t I? Got something good out of breaking m’hand.”

You fall forward, your flushed cheek pressed to the cool locker, letting go of his hurt hand.

“Not broken.” You say between pants and though you can’t see his face you know he has that smug grin when he pats on your bum before walking past you.

You look at him pulling on his shorts as he throws the used condom in the bin, your mind going back to what he was ranting about when he was inside you. You have to screw your eyes shut recalling his desperate voice and pleading, hoping that it was only the pleasure talking. And yet feeling torn between your feelings and reasons.

“Take a shower.” You say to him after clearing your mind to contemplate on it later as he sits on the bench to ease his breathing. He looks up at you as you pull on your jeans.

“You’re leaving?” he enquires with an underlying panic.

You head to the door but look over your shoulder to find him still looking at you with tensed eyes and you have to smile at this 6 feet tall baby in front of you.

“I will for sure if you don’t drag your sweaty ass in the shower.”

And though you don’t wait to see his reaction you know he is giving that dimply smile that will always make you stay.

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WGM panelists: Is Solar alone in her place?

Moonbyul: *speaks*

WGM panelists: (stay silent stay silent STAY THE FUCK SILENT!!!!!!)

I remember a few million years ago, an anon had asked me for Yugi in a suit


ART RAFFLE APPARENTLY FOR 1,000 FOLLOWERS AH-

I am currently dying, crying, screeching, screaming, and happy asf inside and realizes I’m not creative and bad at making art raffle thingys and omfg all of those have CA I’m still dying 

How to Enter

Just reblog or like the post. One reblog is one entry, one like is one entry, do both, 2 entries

You don’t need to be followin me 

Drawing Info 

- I ain’t the best artist out there what so ever so sorry if what I draw isn’t what you expect QvQ..

- I will NOT draw the following : 

  • Nsfw
  • Mechas 
  • Very very complex things or backgrounds (still not a great artist)
  • Anything offensive? Tho I don’t think any of you will ask for that.

- Things I WILL draw

  • Any fandom (tho I’m not familiar with much fandoms)
  • Any Ship (This is a free shipping blog, I never judge anyone in what they ship trust me XD I SHIP ALL AND RESPECT ALL SHIPS)
  • Literally almost anything that isn’t in the “NOT” list.
  • OC’s (yes a character based off a cannon character or a different version is counted as on OC)

If ya got any questions or whateve ask meh in an ask or message me

YA’LL GOT TILL FEB 1ST SO GOOD LUCK 

(Oh look that’s Time’s bday-)

People can read descriptions of their planets-in-the-houses and still not relate to it. Check if you have those planets in retrograde. It makes all the difference. Like, originally Uranus in the houses is where we feel different, don’t want to conform and where we want change…but if it’s in retrograde you would fear/mistrust change and would be more inclined to conform or want to ‘follow the rules.’ These people would feel internally different though, even though they’re not doing anything that’s considered different than the norm in their external life. You can have a Gemini Venus, known to be flighty, flirty, talkative, or non-committing, but if it’s in retrograde this adds a more serious attitude towards love. There can still be the issue of being non-committal, but this time the reason isn’t “keeping your options open” (like your typical Gemini Venus) but instead, “I fear and mistrust love” or “I’m not good enough for love”
Last example, but Neptune is known to make the house it’s in confusing, hazy, and where one can easily be deceived or in denial. If you have Neptune in retrograde though, this actually makes people very realistic. These people will not be fooled easily like a regular natal Neptune, they are very mistrustful of the motives of others and hide their compassionate nature. They are also less spirituality inclined, it’s very deep in themselves but has trouble surfacing.
Just note your retrogrades!

There were some experts that used to say China and Europe would surpass USA someday. Right now, I can see what they mean.

Still can’t believe Americana let someone that used hate to win and become the president of one of the biggest countries/economy in the world.

Bernie didn’t win against Clinton but he asked for something: don’t let Trump win. What did his supporters? They let Trump win. Do you still say you are Bernie’s supporter? You can’t call yourself such thing when you don’t follow your “leader”.

This wasn’t who was saint. This was about who was worse. Yet, you let Trump win showing the rebellion and saying “doing for Bernie” or “doing to make a point”. You did nothing.

There is not even words to describe Trump’s supporters so I will let it stay like that.

But millions could have done a difference. They didn’t let it happen.

Being human is putting ideas and pride behind to help when is needed. That is called growing up. Never come with the shit “I’m against hate” when you let someone that used hate to win.

oh my goodness ok. i was honestly gonna wait until i got to 3k followers to do this but idk i’m just so happy and so just idk…grateful that you guys exist and are so lovely. i know the rp community has its downsides and it’s bad qualities but from what i have seen from my followers the good far outweighs the bad and i am just so appreciative of all of you guys and how sweet you have been and how patient you’ve been with my flakiness on this account with all the hiatuses and losing muse and shit. it’s honestly because of you guys that i am even still here at all. like you guys are the best and i just cannot say it enough. thank you so so so so much.  i am going to try not to leave people out but obviously i cannot tag every single one of my mutuals otherwise this post would get insanely long. just know that i love you all, even if i don’t tag you. ( it’s not personal i promise )

THE REAL MVP’S ;;  y’all have been with me since the beginning or you’re just my bros from irl and i love you

@spookyprofiler @tcnebrism @holydooley @citysaviour @citystarlet @anarchiisms @antagxnized @earnedstripes @agenths @hooyahs @averagearcher @legacyappetite @dolorcsa / @harvalle @bloodslain @depthdweller @earthsideal @wovenintoreality @madehiswar @amademonster @minikent + many more tbh

and a collective list of people i love that i happen to be mutuals with which still sometimes surprises my dweeb ass

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