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iamhblaurie  asked:

What if UT and UF bros were watching MTT, then saw their SO on the show on a episode called 'Dodge or DIE'. And after mettaton finishes his little speech, SO says "Nice, but you forgot one thing..." "What could I possibly forget, DARLING?!" "...U can't touch this." Then can't touch this starts to play and SO starts dodging like a boss, then SO jumps in the air and floats for a second and says "Sansy/Papy, if your watching, love ya babe~" then they continue to dodge like a boss! (ITS AWESOME!!)

UT Sans: Holy shit, you are better than him, and he is pretty good at dodging, the only thing he was not too lazy to actually practice. He watches you, awestruck as you don’t get hit even once. And then the frame freezes, and you look directly at the camera, throwing a kiss at him, telling him you love him.

9999999999999 

He is dead.

UT Papyrus: Oh wow! Datemate! You are amazing! You are almost as great as him…no, you are as great as him! Then the frame freezes and you greet him, telling him you love him just to jump back into dodging, without a problem.

He is watching and recording the entire thing! That is just amazing! It takes him a bit to actually register that you said that you love him. On live TV. Oh, he is a blushy mess now.

UF Sans: Oh boy, you are fucking rocking it. He has never seen anybody dodge like that, and he has seen a lot of dodges in his life, and most of them were the only thing that stood between a monster and a fatal blow. And then it freezes, and you wink at the camera and tell him..that you love him.

Oh god, he has no idea how to handle it, just jumping up and flailing wildly with his hands, before pulling up his hood and throwing himself onto the couch.

UF Papyrus: He is a secret fan of Mettaton, so you decided not to tell him about it and just surprise him. He can’t believe his eyes when he sees you on Mettatons show, he is so surprised and thrilled.

He watches you dodge like a complete pro and just can’t believe it, he never knew you had such agility. And then the frame freezes and you throw a devilish smile at the camera and tell him you love him. On Mettatons show. Just to keep dodging like you have never done anything else like it’s what you have been born to do.

He stays cool on the outside, screaming on the inside until Sans leaves for a bit to get something from Grillbys. Sans comes back to Papyrus on the floor, kneeling in front of the TV and cheering you on with a booming voice.

Morgan Rielly - hickies

Originally posted by koilers

Can you do a imagine with Morgan Riley where the reader and him have been dating for months but he hasn’t introduced her to the team and the team doesn’t know he’s dating someone but one day he comes to practice with hickies all over his neck and he is forced to introduce the reader to the team?

“Okay, so do you remember last night?”

The text read. You smiled as you saw Morgan’s name popped up. That smile was soon replaced with a blushed as you read the text over and over.

“Is that the night, I covered you in hickies ;)”

You bite your lip as you pressed send. You placed your phone on the table before grabbing the fresh dry clothes out of the dryer. You heard your phone ping again.

“Yeah ;). But see that also means that my whole team might have seen those hickies.”

Shit. You thought. You forgot that no one knew of you two yet. No one besides your family and his family. Now, it also meant that the whole roster of the Toronto Maple Leafs knew about you two. You placed the basket of clean clothes on your bed before you typed back.

“Uh oh.”

“Yeah, so we now are all having dinner.”

“WHEN?” You typed feeling a big knot form in your belly.

“Tonight :/”

After, Morgan had texted you about the team dinner tonight, you had do nothing but trying to pick the perfect outfit. You wanted to look nice, but not so nice that they all thought you were with Morgan for his money. But once, you picked an outfit out, you started thinking about all the things that could go wrong.

What if you said something wrong?

What if you said something that pissed someone off?

What if they didn’t think you were good enough for it?

What if….no! No, no, no! You mentally yelled at yourself. You are going to be fine.

_____________________________________________________________

“Are you ready?” Morgan asked as he pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant.
“As ready as I’ll ever be.” You said giving him a weak smile.

Morgan placed a hand on your cheek.

“They are going to love you. I mean it.” He smiled.

“Okay.” You smiled before getting out of the car.

You could see the big group of toddler men as soon as you two entered the place. The knot became bigger. You wanted to bolt, but knew you couldn’t. Morgan grabbed your hand and lead you to the team’s table.

“Hey guys!” Morgan said.

“Moooooo!” They all yelled.

“This is Y/N. Y/N, the team.” Morgan said with a smile.

“Soooo this is the girl that you paid to mark you up.” Mitch joked.

“Funny.” Morgan said.

“Tell us the truth, did he pay you to pretend to be his girlfriend.” Auston joked.

You couldn’t help but smile.

“Only in kisses.” You laughed.

“Ewwww. Dad, she being gross.” Mitch joked.

“Mitchy, shut up.” Mo laughed. “I told you they would love you.” Mo said placing a kiss to your cheek.

-Julianne

P.s. this is shitty, sorry.  

anonymous asked:

Did ppl just forgot who was the one in charge to protect and help all the helpless ghouls in goat. She was the one in take the reins in that hopeless situation, she was even ready to give her life the life of her love ones for that ppl. Even now she's risking her life and her child, bc of Ken. She didn't need to do any of that she could just ran away, use others to protect herself, leave everyone to their luck and even in that case it'd have been okay but she didn't do that.

Mod K:

People really will always see what they want to see. She mentioned Ken one time and suddenly she only thinks about him. Apparently a woman also can’t think about her baby, either. I really think these people don’t live in the real world. Ignorant and ridiculous as hell. Touka did so much this arc. She led a group of people and protected them despite wanting her child to live. I have no idea how that is useless. 🤷‍♀️

MUSE AESTHETICS: HORROR EDITION.

BOLD WHATEVER APPLIES & tag people. add stuff & even change the format to your liking! naturally, repost; don’t reblog!

TAGGED BY: @treasonousgeiko​ & @syphonstrike​ (thank :D)
TAGGING: Everyone! Go for it go hog wild lol!

CLASSIC.

black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. ghosts. dark alleys. empty streets. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. suspicion. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the American South. the American Northeast. England. analog cameras.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND.

aliens. blinding light. dark woods. driving at night. claw marks. bite marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking. backpacking.

GOTHIC.

gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains.castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances.tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. books. stitches.

PARANORMAL.

malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air.wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at unseen things. iconoclasm. black ooze. old photographs. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

SLASHER.

bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. passing shadows. outdated television sets.nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. cut wires. character masks. scrunchies. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

THRILLER.

daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms. empty rooms. killer in plain sight. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes.paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. paranoia. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. a noise in the distance

i’m going through bangtan’s mvs to see the “came from the amas” comments and i went to boy in luv and i forgot that just one day played in the beginning and i was like i clicked on the just one day mv???

za-of-emalza  asked:

11,12,29

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?

ummm around 12-14 I’d say? :)

12. What was your last dream about?

oh dang it I feel like I remembered it in the morning but now I forgot! But the last one I do remember is super short where I dreamt that my best friend got a letter for her new girlfriend that said “I angry love you” :D :D she was very happy to get that letter! ^^ Hopefully the dream comes true! :o with or without the angry part lol

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?

I haven’t! I’m rather shy and unadventurous, I don’t think I’d dare! x)

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Just completed and submitted the final version of my Extended Essay !!! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° 

So I compiled lists of words that I found super super useful in making it easier for me to finish any essay !! Here is a masterpost of some sort with transition words + key vocabs grouped together for easy access as well as an IB IOC ‘cheat sheet’ I used for my english LAL orals last year (though most commentaries follow a similar structure so its generalisable) ~

Good luck with your essays !!!


… oops just realised I forgot to bullet point one of the lists 

Forget me not

Thaaaaank you @alwaysfangirly!! 💖 And omg, you’re so kind! And so patient! Because this took me forever and you were so sweet about it! 💖 I hope you like what I did with it! (Even though it might be kinda messy and confusing…) Oh, and I also posted it on AO3, because… well, once more, it turned out longer than I intended…



“Pansy, where was I yesterday?”

“What?”

“What was I doing? Did you see me talking to anyone?”

Draco paced the length of the eighth year common room, feeling Pansy’s intent stare on him.

“Those are really odd questions to ask. Have you lost your mind?”

“In a manner of speaking,” Draco muttered, stopping in front of the fireplace. “I think someone obliviated me. No, I am sure someone obliviated me.”

He heard Pansy get off the armchair and walk over to him.

“Are you sure? Why would someone do that to you?”

“That’s what I’d like to know,” Draco growled.

“But how can you be sure you’ve been obliviated? I mean, isn’t the point of obliviating someone that they… well, forget?”

Draco scratched the back of his neck, nodding absentmindedly.

“Something just felt off when I woke up this morning. I was sure it was Wednesday but then I saw the Daily Prophet and realised it was already Thursday. I remember everything until Tuesday night and waking up today. But if I try to think about what happened yesterday, my mind just goes blank. I’ve been racking my brain all day long. It’s the only explanation, Pansy. I-”

Draco stopped in his tracks when he saw Potter enter the common room. Something was… weird about him today. He didn’t look at Draco. He hadn’t looked at Draco all day. He always looked at Draco. He probably thought it went unnoticed but, of course, Draco noticed. He always stared right back whenever Potter briefly averted his eyes. Always. But why was Potter avoiding his gaze today?

“Potter!” Without a moment’s hesitation, he strode over to the Gryffindor.

“Hey Malfoy,” he mumbled, his eyes on the carpet.

“Potter, is there something you want to tell me?” Draco inquired, lowering his head to catch the other boy’s eye.

“No?” the Gryffindor said, his voice slightly shaking.

“I think there is. Out with it, Potter! Something happened yesterday, I know it.”

“You do?” Potter said in astonishment, finally looking up. His eyes were full of wonder and… apprehension. “But you shouldn’t-” He broke off, pressing his mouth into a thin line.

“I shouldn’t what?” Draco said, stepping closer and narrowing his eyes. “Remember? You did it, didn’t you? You were the one who obliviated me.”

Potter was trying very hard to keep a straight face, but Draco saw right through him.

“The question is,” he said slowly, lowering his voice, “why did you do it?”

Potter closed his eyes and let out a sigh.

“I’ve been feeling guilty about that all day. I shouldn’t have done it.”

“Then why did you?” Draco asked.

“I panicked, okay? I didn’t do it on purpose. It was like a reflex.”

Now Draco simply had to know what had happened the day before. This sounded serious.

“Show me,” he said, grabbing Potter by the wrist.

“How-”

“There’s got to be a Pensieve around here somewhere,” Draco muttered, already dragging Potter out of the common room.

“There is, actually,” Potter mumbled behind him.


Draco looked around the memory he and Potter had just dived into. They were in the dungeons and class had just started.

“Professor, why are you showing us Amortentia again?” one of the students asked, sounding more eager than annoyed.

“Because,” Professor Slughorn said with a smile, “I want you to brew an antidote today. So everyone take a quick sniff to get in the right mood and get started.”

Draco frowned as he watched himself go into the storage room, apparently ignoring Slughorn’s instructions. His eyes then fell on Potter, Pensieve-Potter to be precise, who stood in front of the cauldron full of Amortentia. Granger and the Weasel were standing beside him, grinning at each other. It was disgusting.

“What do you smell, Harry?” the Weasel asked. Potter blinked.

“Nothing.”

“Come on, we’re your friends. You can tell us,” the Weasel insisted, elbowing him.

“No, Ron, I literally smell nothing,” Potter muttered, sounding genuinely surprised.

“That’s strange,” Granger chimed in.

“Yeah.” Potter creased his eyebrows. “I would have thought-” He stopped abruptly as Draco, well, Pensieve-Draco, came into view again, locking eyes with him.

“Professor, have you ever heard of anyone who doesn’t smell anything? In regards to Amortentia, I mean.”

“Hermione,” Potter growled through gritted teeth.

“What, she didn’t say it was you,” the Weasel shrugged. Potter slapped a hand to his forehead and Draco saw himself smirk.

“You don’t smell anything, Potter? That’s pretty pathetic.” When Pensieve-Draco simply strutted back to his desk and began chopping his ingredients, the real Draco frowned.

“So that’s the big secret? This is why you obliviated me?” he asked.

“Wait for it,” Potter mumbled. Was Draco imagining it or were Potter’s cheeks turning a bit rosy? He was biting the inside of his cheek, too, and constantly shifting his weight. He was nervous.

Intrigued, Draco watched as the class proceeded without significant interruptions.

When Slughorn dismissed them and students started hurrying out of the classroom, Draco tapped his foot impatiently. He paused when he saw his past self purposely bump into Potter, causing the Gryffindor to drop all his books.

Smirking to himself, Pensieve-Draco bent down to help Pensieve-Potter pick up his things, quickly scanning the room. They were the only ones left.

“So, you really didn’t smell anything?” Draco heard himself ask. Pensieve-Potter just scowled at him. Draco could see what Pensieve-Potter obviously didn’t; Pensieve-Draco was disappointed. “Nothing at all?”

Getting up, Pensieve-Potter slammed down his books on the desk nearest to him.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but I used to smell… something. So you can save your taunts about-”

“What is that?” Pensieve-Draco suddenly asked. Potter had been draping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck but had halted at the Slytherin’s outburst. The real Draco watched closely as his past self stretched out a hand and examined the scarf.

“What is it now?” Pensieve-Potter said, sounding irritated but also slightly nervous. “It’s my scarf.”

Pensieve-Draco slowly shook his head as he drew out his wand.

“No, something is off.” He pointed his wand at the scarf and before Potter could protest or interfere, he had mumbled, “Revelio.”

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