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IF YOUR CITY IS BEING TOLD TO EVACUATE PLEASE DO SO

Hurricanes are no joke and inland flooding is the main cause of death during hurricanes. I’m actually really scared of this storm coming, please be safe. Go North if you have to, don’t go to Louisiana, HEAD NORTH TO DALLAS/FORT WORTH or to Northwest Texas.

I’m honestly scared. Public safety officials are saying 100,000 homes could be lost south of Katy, TX (which is where I live) so please be safe and smart. Prayers to anyone who lives in the Houston area or in west LA. We’re in the eye of the storm.

tattoo artist!jeongguk

a/n: bc ive always thought jeongguk would make an excellent tattoo artist. (also i’ve remade and i’m reposting this on my new blog as the first addition!)

“____, please? I need you to hold my hand, I can’t do this without you,” your best friend pleaded, eyes wide and unblinking and you felt yourself wavering at his terror-filled gaze. You groaned internally as you stared him down, knowing that you would always give in to him.

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Fuck ya all.

I don’t need someone.

—  Sadness

anonymous asked:

"Did you steal this?" Marichat

This drabble is dedicated to my birthday buddy, @captaincrazytwistnotreally! I hope your day is full of fantastic adventures! <3


“Did you steal this?” 

Chat Noir put an offended hand to his chest. “I’m a superhero, Princess. How dare you?”

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “You didn’t actually answer the question, you know.”

“I didn’t steal it,” he replied, rolling his eyes. He held out the bolt of fabric. “Take it.”

Marinette eyed him suspiciously before taking the fabric. She danced her fingers lightly over the surface. “Chat, this is really expensive stuff.” She looked up at him shyly. “You bought this for me?”

He held up a finger. “Technically all I said was I didn’t steal it,” he corrected, “but yeah, it’s for you. Happy Birthday, Princess,” he grinned.

“How did you…” she trailed off, studying his face. “You’re a sly kitty, aren’t you?”

“I have my ways.”

Marinette returned her attention to the fabric. “This is so beautiful and way, way too much.”

“I thought maybe you could use it for that dress you were talking about. The one for the party coming up?”

“Adrien’s party?” Marinette shook her head. “I couldn’t.”

“Why not? I’ve seen your designs. They’re great!”

“I don’t know. I would feel like I was trying to show off or something,” she blushed.

“You should show off.”

“Yeah, but maybe Adrien’s first official birthday party isn’t the place to do it,” she countered. “It should be about him. He deserves all the spotlight.”

“I don’t think that’s really the issue here.”

Marinette pursed her lips. “What if I make the dress and Gabriel Agreste doesn’t like it? That would be embarrassing. And I’m going to be nervous enough without having to worry if my favorite designer likes something I made.”

Chat Noir frowned. “Why are you going to be nervous already?”

She shook her head. “Nope. Not doing this.”

“Oh, come on! You can tell me.” He blinked innocent kitty eyes at her.

She scrunched her nose. “You promise not to laugh?”

“Cross my heart.”

Her cheeks darkened. “IhaveacrushonAdrien.”

“You what?”

Marinette huffed, squeezing her eyes shut. “I have a crush on Adrien,” she repeated slowly. She opened one eye and frowned at Chat Noir’s expression. “You promised you wouldn’t laugh!” she warned. 

He swallowed. “You have a crush on Adrien?”

“Big, massive, ‘I’m drowning, please help’ crush,” she sighed, sinking down to the lounger. “But I’m pretty sure he only sees us as friends.”

“Make the dress.”

“What?”

Chat Noir knelt down. “Make the dress, Marinette. And if Adrien notices, you’ll know he likes you.”

“How?”

“Just trust me.”

“And what if he doesn’t notice?” she asked quietly.

Chat Noir put a gentle hand under her chin, tipping her face up. “Then he won’t be worth your time.” He watched her for a moment, tempted to lean forward for a kiss. He stood instead, brushing imaginary dust off his suit. “You’ve got a dress to create and I’ve got a city to patrol.” He offered her a hand and she took it, standing on her tippy toes to kiss his cheek. 

“Thanks for my birthday present, Kitty,” she smiled. She picked up the bolt of fabric and carefully dropped down through the skylight.

Chat Noir touched his cheek dreamily. “Don’t mention it,” he sighed.


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this new official art is so wild i have so many questions

- why do they have a pink cadillac ?? did they rent it ?? is it Viktor’s ??

- they seem to be driving, unless they’re standing still and a strong wind just happened to pass by, so that means Viktor has a driving license. Somehow this explains everything and also nothing

- if they are driving, why is Yuuri in Viktor’s lap ??? guys I know you are in love but please ?? I know you are inseparable but you need to have some boundaries ???? tHERE IS A MINOR IN THE CAR

- why do they have so many things in the car. It’s so crowded. It doesn’t seem to be attached to anything. PLease. Guys you don’t have a roof  

- why do they have that bouquet of flowers ?? did Viktor give it to Yuuri ???

- Makkachin is unattended in the backseat. There is no roof. Please

- why did they bring so many plushies ??? you have bathing equipment why are you bringing all your plushies?? you’re drowning in them please leave them at home

- is that a surfing board??? who surfs then ??? it must be Viktor. It has an “I love Hasetsu” sticker on it w Makkachin next to it ?? did Viktor custom order a sticker ???

- Viktor why is your hand not on the steering wheel? ??? DO YOU CRAVE DEATH ??? 

- speaking of hands, what is Yuuri’s hand doing in Viktor’s lap ???

- there’s a tiny bowl of katsudon attached to the suitcase ?? where do you get this merch my dudes

- sEATBELTS????? not on Viktor Nikiforov’s watch

- Viktor’s sunglasses, eyes, flying hair and exposed collarbones ??? I didn’t need to live anyway 

- they might not need to live either considering tHE MESS IN THIS CAR AND THE INABILITY TO NOT BE GAY EVEN IN THE FACE OF DANGER