fuzzy meme

alaylays  asked:

Annabeth and piper in formal wear, give the world what it needs

I’m so sorry this took so longgggg! I was planning on actually doing two: this one, and one with them in fancy shmancy dresses, but… well… there’s a reason I’m only showing you one. 

Heyyyyyy Tumblr made them fuzzy >:(


Happy Halloween from the @fantome-stein gang! We hope you have a PHAN-tastic day. Trust no swans, punch no deer, have some pizza rolls…stay spooky <3

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Sorry phil.

We made you guys wait for 4 years and the premiere date is set for April Fool’s day. Have some flying whales and some dinosaurs in the opening. Why the fuck not.
—  Someone on the SnK staff, probably, at some point.
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  2. Mental health.
  3. Physical health.
  4. Aim with a weapon.
  5. Temper.
  6. Love life.
  7. Religious beliefs.
  8. Thoughts on aliens.
  9. Eyesight.
  10. Sense of humor.
  11. Thoughts on robots.
  12. Sleep schedule.
  13. Integrity.
  14. Popularity.
  15. Thoughts on unicorns.
  16. Thoughts on dragons.
  17. Memory.
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  22. Thoughts on taking risks.
  23. Thoughts on money.
  24. Physical strength.
  25. Thoughts on pacifism.
  26. Thoughts on spiders.
  27. Thoughts on butterflies
  28. Thoughts about bees.
  29. Eating habits. 
  30. Alcohol intake.
  31. Thoughts on clowns.
  32. Artistic ability.
  33. Acting ability.
  34. Singing ability.
  35. Thoughts on Halloween.
  36. Birthday.
  37. Sports ability.
  38. Verbal tics.
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  40. Thoughts on ghosts.
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  42. Best personality traits.
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  44. Thoughts about children.
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allen-walkerz  asked:

Great! Then could I please get an '&' and 📞 text for Todoroki?

of course!! I’m surprised I haven’t got more todoroki asks tbh, he’s usually quite popular!

& - Loving Text
✆ - Morning Text

To: Sweetie<3
“Hey, I know it’s early morning right now but I just want to say thank you. You’ve really helped me lately, you’re such a wonderful partner to have. I love you dearly, you know that right? Since we’re both awake, do you want to get coffee together, love?” 

peanutbutterandbitter  asked:

Ereri and 14. Open the door?

“Open the door!”

Levi wakes up to a quiet, empty bedroom. A quick skim with his hand across the mattress tells him Eren isn’t there. 

The sunlight streaming through the window is bright enough that Levi knows it’s well past mid-morning. He’d been up grading papers until very late the night before, so that he could enjoy the rest of his holiday break with Eren. It’s not much of a surprise that he’d slept later than usual. 

He rubs the heels of his palms against his eyelids until it burns a little, in a good way, and stretches out his heavy limbs. When he presses his nose into Eren’s pillow, it smells like him, and it makes him want to rub one out, a little. It sounds like a great idea to his sleep-addled mind, anyway, but he remembers that it’s late in the day already, and he’d much rather find Eren.

He’s about to jump in the shower when a loud banging fills the silent house.

“Levi,” he hears a distinct voice call from downstairs. “Open the door!” 

His mind reels a little as he pads down the stairs, very aware that he’s only clad in light grey joggers and his morning wood is pressing distractedly into his upper thigh. As he hits the last step, he thinks Eren probably forgot his key or needs help with groceries.

But that’s clearly not the case as Levi freezes and stares at Eren through the thin vertical windowpane of their front door. 

His boyfriend gives him a lopsided grin that does terrible, funny things to his stomach. But then his eyes land on what Eren is struggling with on their tiny front porch and it makes the sleepy, warm haze of his mind retreat immediately. 

“Levi, can you open the door, please?” He stares dumbly at Eren for several seconds in silence until he beckons at Levi through the glass.

Reluctantly, Levi walks to the door and opens it a crack, just wide enough to slit his face through and glare at Eren.

“What’s that?” Levi asks in a haughty voice he knows Eren can’t stand, and his voice is rougher and lower from having just woken up. He already knows the answer, clearly, but he wants to hear Eren say it.  

Eren’s gaze goes sheepish and warm from beneath impossibly green pine needles. “It’s ah, well, a Christmas tree.” 

A Christmas tree. It’s only been two days since Thanksgiving, and it’s 55 degrees with no forecast of snow in the foreseeable future, and Eren is standing on their porch looking hopelessly gorgeous with a small, pathetic looking Christmas tree tucked under his arm.

Eren is dressed in an old flannel that Levi likes to sleep in, sometimes, and a black beanie covers his messy, wind-whipped brown hair. He looks so much like a lumberjack that Levi wants to kiss him just to taste the maple syrup he likes to add to his coffee most mornings.

“Levi,” Eren says in a quiet voice. “Could you, ah, open the door a bit more? I’d like to come inside.” 

“I thought we agreed we weren’t getting a real tree this year, Eren,” Levi says without opening the door further. He watches Eren swallow and look away a moment. But when he lifts his chin, his eyes are brighter and there’s a determined set to his jaw that makes Levi’s heart beat faster.

“I know,” Eren says. “But I saw this tree at the market and it looked so lonely sitting there by itself, and Levi, I promise I’ll vacuum every day.” 

Levi opens the door a bit more, so that he can lean against the doorframe with his arms crossed. “What do you mean it looked lonely? It’s just a tree.”

Eren’s eyes get lost in the smooth skin of Levi’s bare chest for a moment. “It’s got a few broken branches, and it’s a bit on the, ah, smaller side,” Eren answers as his hand clutches the tree closer to his chest. “Marco said they sell the defective trees like this one to crafters in the market, so they can make holiday potpourri.”

Like that explains anything. “So?”

“Come on, Levi,” Eren’s voice catches on his name in the sweetest way, and Levi can already feel his shoulders slumping in defeat. “It’s going to be the best Christmas tree yet.”

“I swear to god Eren,” Levi says, but he’s fighting back a grin now, and Eren knows it. “If you tell me that tree reminded you of me, I’m kicking you out.”

Eren smiles then, big and bright and like the only star Levi cares about. “Don’t be silly,” he says softly, leaning down and pulling Levi in for a quick kiss that does, indeed, taste like maple syrup. “It’s just a tree.”

i was smooth af this valentines day