feeling bad for tagging this as got

A-Z tagging!

Well this sarcastic person just got tagged by @elizabethxleicester and I guess I gotta do it

A: Age - Teenager (I don’t feel comfortable enough telling the internet my actual age)

B: Birthplace - Oklahoma, United States

C: Current time - 7:45

D: Drink you last had - Coke

E: Easiest person to talk to - My girlfriend and my mom

F: Favorite song - Money by Pink Floyd

G: Grossest Memory - there was this girl on the bleachers that threw up all over the bottom three rows and I have a really bad gag reflex so I had to leave the area immediately

H: Hogwarts House - uh… I think Ravenclaw or Slytherin, Sltherclaw?

I: In Love - Yep

J: Jealous of People - Not really? Only if you’re toxic and trying to drag my healthy friends down to your toxicity, please be gone thot™

K: Killed Someone - Nope

L: Love at First Sight or Should I Walk By Again - uh… walk again cause you must be blind for asking me that

M: Middle Name - Rose

N: Number of Siblings - Three half siblings

O: One Wish - I wish that Astoria Fate’s Kiss wouldn’t be on hiatus anymore

P: Person I Last Called: My Mom

Q: Question You Are Always Asked - Why are you so gay or Are you being sarcastic

R: Reason to Smile - All of my friends are doing well in life and my mother isn’t in ill health

S: Song You Last Sang - I Think I’m Paranoid by Garbage

T: Time You Woke Up - 7:24

U: Underwear Color - N/A (I don’t want people to get in trouble because I’m underage, I hope you can understand that)

V: Vacation Destination - France or Norway

W: Worst Habit - Biting my finger nails

X: X Rays - Nope

Y: Your Favorite Food - Steak!

Z: Zodiac Sign - Virgo


I tag these people

@mr-universe99 @shadza359 @kennaxval and anyone who wants to do this

Do you ever just…. think about Victor and Yuuri holding each other, in complete silence, simply listening to each other’s heartbeat.

tumblr servant is a godsend with a lot of useful functions but my primary use for it is this

so let’s say you’re a big fan of transformers so obviously you don’t want to blacklist #transformers, and you’ve got this cool friend kyle, but every single time kyle posts or reblogs something about transformers it’s just… it’s garbage. it’s a Bad Post. he has bad opinions and he should feel bad. you know that it’s petty shit but it irritates you every time you see one of his bad, bad transformers posts. but most of what he posts is awesome! you don’t wanna unfollow his ass! so you make a tumblr servant instead and even if he doesn’t tag shit about shit, if the word ‘transformers’ is in the post at all you will never see it. peace is restored on your dash. you are free.

you can also do a lot of other shit like dim posts or highlight posts or give you notifications etc etc etc but i mostly just hide Bad Fandom Opinions because i’m petty

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laila attempts to come out as bi(sexual), but her mom hears bai.

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“Guess it runs in the family.”

09.05.2017 // I had a test today and it went really bad, I got absolutely nervous and answered almost everything wrong, so I’m feeling a bit down right now. I also had my last class from conditioning, my favorite subject this year, and I’m definitely gonna miss it. Hope you guys have or had a better day than mine!

Btw, if anyone wants us to see their posts, please tag us with #Architstudy cause these next weeks we’re gonna be with finals and we won’t spent so much time around here, and we’ll try to check our tag every day! 

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k


Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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You need to be more self aware. I’m surprised you think you can choose your own image. From the audience’s perspective, you’re just a piglet and a kitten.

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Father Crowley.

To all you non creators out there, I just wanted to let you know how much your comments, likes, tags, reblogs, kudos, reviews mean to creators.

Thank you to you all. You’re the audience we write, draw, sing for. As much as we do it for the love of it, the simplest bit of recognition means so much. When we’re having a bad day or we’re feeling down, it can turn it around.

You too are an important part of fandom.

So thank you to everyone who reads my stories.

This might seem random, but I was having a stressful day at work and I got an email from Ao3. A delightful person has read about seven of my stories and gave kudos to every one.

Okay so we have this locker room at school where there this one locker that isn’t connected to the others. I don’t even know if someone actually uses it because it always had the same stickers and lock ever since I entered the school. So when semester started some people began to move it randomly, but as time passed, it became a lot more intense.

So eventually the principal heard of this and got really angry, saying some students were lacking maturity and respect. So what were the students reaction to this? Turning it into a meme of course.

And that’s not even half of it, some people keep posting new ones as I write this.

Someone even made a video here

It’s the kind of thing that makes me feel a bit less bad for being meme trash.

And I know I found my people.

  • Someone: does something not intended to hurt me or leave me out of the loop
  • Me: it's okay, we don't need to feel betrayed
  • BPD: .....
  • Me: really they weren't trying to make us feel bad
  • BPD: ............
  • Me: sometimes life is just like that you know people get busy they can't always do what you wa-
  • BPD: they betrayed us
  • Me: dammit you're right

I haven’t seen one of these yet so I decided to make one!! Feel free to use! Please don’t reblog if you’re a cg/l or dd/lg blog

VG CHARACTERS POST

OKAY UHM FIRST OF ALL I BIT OFF MORE THAN I COULD CHEW, I WAS GONNA DRAW ALL OF THEM. LIKE ALL OF EVERYONES CHARACTERS, AND THEN HALF WAY THROUGH DRAWING THIS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, HOW IN THE HELL WOULD I BE ABLE TO DO THAT? SO U  H NAH. sorry ;; these are the only characters i got done. 25 people. idk i feel kinda bad but i just dont think id be able to do such a task- so uhm ye here you go. im sorry its shit xD like its all messy,,,

vg stuff belongs to @blogthegreatrouge  also if u ever see my submission, his name is actually bob. bob is his name, not max. its bob. AND NOW THE TAGGING WILL COMMENCE

@grimkipp @nekophy @inashibe @anrez-op-skele @mamajebbun @nateev @meeperspeeperslovecandy @angexci @lullaby-cry @jay-does-art @stargamer11darkgamer11 @universecipher @wit-fox @puffrisk @sakaruchibi @kandiicandyy @lazyartz @echoi-reblogs @kookieslovetosmile @derpytrashsketches @sonicmimi15 @vipeejunior7 @adbiwolf @crystalperson

AHHH don E

u know that feeling where you’re just preparing for the worst and shit keeps happening and things keep trying you and it’s like… rlly hard to think there’s ever gonna be a positive side at the end of it bc fucking god yh man mood

Yet another Tag Yourself with Hamilton characters

Thomas Jeffersin:
-​​​​​only knows 10% of the music on their phone
-“bonjour, bitch"™
-finds a four-leaved clover every time they look for one
-will kill for pasta
-is probably high

James Madislut:
-has a window seat in their bedroom
-got a detention once and cried about it
-secretly in love with their best friend
-humor? what’s that?

Washingdad:
-is probably gay
-lies about how much sleep they actually got
-says "I feel attacked” at least three times a day
-wears Crocs to everything

Hoemilton:
-has four double espressos every morning
-writer
-if asked why they got arrested twice they’ll say “dabbing”
-curses in like nineteen different languages when mad

Anhellica
-official grammar nazi™
-“well that’s unfortunate”
-overprotective much?
-huffed hairspray once

Elizaaa
-cinnamon roll
-“hate is a bad word”
-only been salty once in their life
-did I mention cinnamon roll

The King (4) (NSFW)

Originally posted by trending-ethnic-mens-fashion

THE KING CHAPTER 1

T’Challa x Reader

Summary: sugar daddy art collector T’Challa

Warnings: smut

A/N: Look at how fucking cute this gif is! Hope you guys like this chapter, I really wish I got to update this fic more often. Also there are a lot of people being tagged in this fic so please let me know if your tag doesn’t work or if I forgot to tag you please let me know too! And lastly, for those of you who comment on the fic, I always feel bad that I can’t respond to comments since this is technically a secondary blog so I’m going to start screenshotting your comments and making a new post with all of them so I can respond to you guys so you know how much I love seeing your responses!


“COME ON!” The chorus of screams echoed through your apartment as you dashed out your bedroom door, struggling to put your heels on as you finally met up with your friends in your living room.

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game of thrones + wolfpupy tweets [part 2]

[part 1 here]