fourth attempt


His cheeks are huge

This is the longest he’s held the babies without eating them (this is the fourth attempt). His cheeks are so large and he’s super skinny. I’m hoping he’ll release them any day now since it’s been almost three weeks, as far as I can tell. I put the female in a net so that hopefully he won’t feel threatened by her. I think his fear of her before may have caused him to keep swallowing previous fry.

inktober day nineteen - best friends

so i drew dan and phil because ya know, it was the nineteenth, i had to!

sorry this is two days late, this was my fourth attempt at a drawing for this and im still not happy with it, i kinda had a bit of an art crisis …

(pls dont repost anywhere, just reblog)

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Rejected Badge Ideas

By Draco Malfoy, 4th year

I LOVE POTTER Too revealing

FUTURE MR. HARRY POTTER I said too revealing. Pull yourself together, Malfoy. Anyway, Potter will be taking my name.

POTTER IS THE CHAMPION OF MY HEART Clever, but also disgusting

I SUPPORT POTTER Wow, this is boring as fuck

POTTER IS FUCKING HOT True, but I don’t want him to think I only want him for his looks, you know?


SUCK MY COCK POTTER Better, but a touch demanding.

FUCK ME POTTER Also should consider that I will not be the only one wearing these buttons

FUCK YOU POTTER Funny! But actually, let’s leave fucking out of it. Wouldn’t want to deprive the first years of supporting Potter via button due to inappropriate language. Hmm, what else do I like about him…?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE EVERYTHING GOOD A bit of an exaggeration. I don’t want to seem too smitten. 

POTTER SMELLS GOOD True, but does a bland statement like this really deserve to grace a badge?

POTTER SMELLS LIKE QUIDDITCH Okay, now it’s too specific

POTTER SMELLS LIKE SWEAT I might be the only one who likes this smell? Does this make me weird?

(Pansy is looking. GO AWAY, BITCH!)

POTTER STINKS LIKE SWEAT Haha, right, Pansy??? He’s so gross, I hate him. This isn’t very catchy though. What about…

POTTER STINKS Short and sweet (just like Potter!!) (NOT!! lol jk Pansy! Obviously that was a joke. Potter is not sweet). Anywaaaaaay, let’s just go with this, shall we?

(from the universe created in this post)

A taxonomy of gameplay videos on YouTube:

1. Player who can’t remember which button is “jump” spends twenty minutes repeatedly attempting the same wrong solution to the world’s easiest puzzle.

2. “Hilarious” quip-a-minute commentary from a guy who sounds like a racist, homophobic version of the parrot from Aladdin.

3. Fourth attempt at annoyingly difficult boss stymied when player character randomly falls through the ground.

4. Gritty combat sim modded so the hero is now a lightsabre-wielding Hatsune Miku riding Twilight Sparkle into battle against Thomas the Tank Engine.

5. Tool-assisted speed runner completes sixty-hour game in four minutes by glitching through the skybox to fight God.


I took the occasion as an excuse to whip up some Ahsoka Tano fanart. I LOVE this character! She was fantastic in the Rebels season two finale. (If you like Star Wars and cartoons, please check out Rebels. It’s really good and deserves more love.)

NHL!Bitty, Part IX - ‘Loose Lips Sink Ships’

(Alright, you guys voted for #2, so enjoy!)

Eric gets hit on in a hotel bar during All-Star weekend. For the first time in a long time, it’s not because he’s a famous hockey player.

It would be very flattering, except the man trying to seduce him works for Jack’s PR firm, and bro is playing fast and loose with some seriously confidential information. 

NHL!Bitty Masterpost!

It’s been a long, exhausting day. Between the flight, check-in, the press junket, the photo ops, all Eric wants is to get a little bit drunk with the guys, grab some dinner, and fool around in Jack’s hotel room. Hopefully in that order, but he’s open to fooling around whenever.

He must have a dopey smile on his face thinking about the debauchery he’s been looking forward to all week when he realizes someone is watching him from across the bar. 

Tall, nice hair, professional, and he’s looking at Eric, no, at the empty chair next to him. And he’s walking over. 

“Is this seat taken?”

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What Happens When You Imprison an Old Timey Strongman,

Born in 1888 in Lithuania, then part of the Russian Empire, Alexander Zass was an old time strongman circus performer who is now known as the “Father of Modern Isometrics”. Zass taught that the key to superhuman strength was not just weightlifting, but by strengthening the hands, wrists, and arms through isometric exercise. Zass was very strong. VERY STRONG. Just how strong was he? Working as a circus performer as “The Great Samson”, he would bend iron bars around his legs, neck, and teeth, break chains with his chest, tie bars into knots, he would appear on stage carrying two lions, or suspend a piano from his teeth. One time he even carried on his shoulder a piano compete with pianist and a dancer.

When World War I broke out in 1914, Zass was conscripted into the Russian Army in order to fight the Germans and Austro-Hungarians.  In the midst of battle he was captured by the Austrian Army.  While a prisoner of war, he quickly gained a reputation as an escape artist, making three escape attempts.  On his fourth and successful attempt, the guards locked him in a cell, then shackled him to the floor by his arms and legs for good measure.  One day, when the guards checked his cell, they were astounded to discover that he had broken his shackles, bent the iron bars of his cell window, and climbed to his escape.


Yesterday we drove from Oakland up to Eureka (with a detour along the Pacific Coast highway for a bit - very winding and scenic), with a stop along the way at Confusion Hill!

Friends, you may not believe me (though, I have a witness!), but while driving we were listening to my iPod on a shuffle of 1000+ songs. JUST as we passed the first sign for “Confusion Hill - 1 Mile”, what starts playing but “All-Star”. Swear to god. We pulled in to the parking lot still singing along.

Top row: Is Seeing Believing? (Really enjoyed the liberal use of question marks throughout the place.) Bill surveys the parking lot and snack bar. A visit with Bill.

Second row: the Gravity House is actually pretty disorienting. (I experienced some vertigo, for real.) Bill lurks in many places. A sign that struck me as extremely Stan-like.

Third row: the original Cipher Hunt puzzle! (Not pictured, selfies of both of us giving it the finger.). And, photo of Alex and the crew visiting!

Bottom: what I left in the treasure box (Pines family portrait, needle-felt plaidypus and eye-bat, eight-ball keychain, an assortment of puffy stickers, and rainbow slap bracelets). I took a friendship bracelet, Bill sticker, real sand dollar, “gold” coin, and lump of pyrite. (Like the stickers I left, others had left piles of things for multiple folks to take. But most amusing was the sometimes clearly last-minute search for something to give in exchange for taking, such as the road map of Missouri.)

The plaidypus and eye-bat got taken almost as soon as I put them in. I feel like it’s somewhat fitting that they went to a boy of about 12-14 with curly brown hair (and his younger brother), who were excited to see them.

All in all, Confusion Hill was a ton of fun. It was just the sort of place I’d hoped it would be. I highly recommend it to all.

Today: Redwoods National Park, and perhaps the Trees of Mystery!

(Now: lets see if frickin Tumblr mobile will post this on a fourth attempt.)

Girlfriend dressing up as a school girl

Genre: Slight fluff ( ft. some sexual tension/ situations).

Requested: Yes.

Admin Sara

Originally posted by taegidda

Seokjin: You stared at yourself though the mirror, nervously worrying your lip between your teeth as you played with the hem of your skirt, stalling as much as you could and hoping enough time would pass for Seokjin to grow bored and leave you be.

The bad thing was, Seokjin was patient. Very patient. He could wait for hours upon hours and still he would be gentle. While it was a valuable virtue, your particular situation had you wanting to curse at him for being so persistent.

As yet another chorus passed of him pleading for you to come out, you frowned, already feeling your face heat up before your hand so much as touched the door knob.

He quickly straightened himself up, eyes painfully slow as they traveled up your knee-high stockings, thighs barely covered from view by your skirt, over the small bow resting on your chest before finally meeting your eyes. He said nothing, jaw slack as his eyes continuously traveled over your body, seeming as if he were trying to assure himself that you were there, that you were actually wearing a uniform.

The only thing that kept you from running into hiding once more, was the gentle hand he moved to your shoulder, his grip tightening as he managed to compose himself. “What are you doing dressed like that?” His voice was rough, on the brink of faint.

“I- I was going to meet a friend. He asked me to help film something for a class.” You said, feeling vulnerable under his stare.

“That’s going to have to wait.” He mumbled, walking forward and as a result, backing you up against the wall.

“Seokjin, I can’t just bail on him. He could fail the cla-”

The softness of his lips cut you off, pressing against your own and parting to let his tongue swipe over your lips. As you were about to grant him entrance, he abruptly pulled away, smirking as he rubbed his thumb across his lower lip. “That’s sir to you. Your little friend can wait an extra hour or so.”

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Eighth time’s the charm - Clark Kent x Reader

Because I never can keep away from writing for long, even when I want a break, instead of posting something this week-end like I initially wanted, posting this today because it’s written now so…why not ? Erf, I’m resisting saying it’s “meh”, but it’s…Hum. Hope you’ll like it : 

Summary : Clark tries to propose to you. Turns out, proposing isn’t his forte.

(My masterlist blog :


Turning and turning the ring between his fingers, he could almost feel it burning holes in his skin. His heart couldn’t stop from beating wildly in his chest, and he found himself, for the first time in his life, having trouble breathing properly. 

He could hear your heartbeat, amongst all the busy Metropolis’ city sounds, he could detect your particular heartbeat he loved so much, as you were coming home…And while your vital organ was pulsating calmly, his was throbbing crazily. 

It was all very silly really. He was the mighty Superman ! He protected the Earth from powerful threats. He already battled enemies that were stronger than him and pulled through. Hell he even held Batman’s glare once, until Bruce looked away, and that was a difficult task…So why was he so nervous right now ? 

Maybe he wasn’t ready. Maybe you weren’t ready. Maybe it was just too big of a commitment but…Clark shook his head at his own “stupidity”. 

You’ve been together for almost ten years, you were living with each for over seven years. Hell, you even bought a house in the calm suburb of Metropolis ! Even bigger,  you were pregnant with his child, which was really the ultimate commitment right ? 

So why was he so afraid to just…pop the question to you ?

As he was trying to collect himself, trying to un-fog his mind, the answer came to him naturally. 

If he was that nervous right now, about asking you to marry him, it’s because all his previous attempt ended up in a big disaster. 

Five times, he counted. 

He tried to ask you five times before, without much success. 

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Stay With Me // Ten Chittaphon


the prompt: Can you write a prince!ten fluffy scenario??

words: 4968

category: angst + fluff, prince!au

warnings: night terrors and mentions of death (nothing rlly graphic)

author note: this is literally my fourth or fifth attempt (I lost count lol) of trying to write this fic. but it’s finally finished and I’m proud of the result. I hope you guys like it as well! (he’s so handsome i’m crying i love my bias)

- destinee

Originally posted by tenchittaphonsnose

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anonymous asked:

can you write something about kara/supergirl finding out about lena's favourite little things?

i combined two other prompts with this because i’m terrible and haven’t worked on prompts in months. anyway. sorry if it sucks

It’s during their second interview that Kara learns Lena has a terrible snacking habit.

Her massive desk has a well hidden drawer—one that Kara missed the first time she x-ray visioned the office, much to her chagrin—filled to the brim with energy bars, trail mixes, crackers, and expensive chocolates Kara’s never even heard of, maintained and supplied by the very perceptive Jess who is well aware of her boss’s unfortunate tendency to forget several meals in a row and insists on at least ensuring that the CEO subsists on snacks at the very minimum.

Kara spends the hour Jess has painstakingly fit into Lena’s schedule smiling as she watches Lena pull out a bag of trail mix, snacking through every question, chewing thoughtfully as she ponders how to respond to the inquiries into her family.

“Oh no,” she murmurs, after asking Kara to try the dried cranberries, informing her that they’re her favorite and that she wants Kara to try them too, “I don’t think my mother was working with Lex before. I think his going mad was what broke her. She was never quite shy about being obvious for her preference for Lex.” Lena stops, digs through the mix for a moment, searching for any chocolate—something Kara’s noticed is the first to go—and shakes her head. “Can we leave that off the record, Kara? I just…let’s talk about something else.”

And Kara nods, promises to leave out any mention of Lex and Lillian (focusing only on Lionel), and accepts the cranberries, trying hard not to blush at the smile Lena sends her way when she agrees it’s likely her favorite part of the trail mix as well.  

(From that day forward, Kara always checks the secret drawer, letting Jess know on the sly if Lena’s stores were running low—much to the assistant’s pleasant surprise.)

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