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If Harry Potter Had Facebook
  • <p> <b>Harry:</b> I'm a gay pimp<p/><b>Ron:</b> What?!?<p/><b>Harry:</b> And I suck dick.<p/><b>Hermione:</b> WHAT?!?<p/><b>Ginny:</b> HARRY, WHAT IS THIS?!?<p/><b>Harry:</b> Sorry guys. I was fraped.<p/><b>Fred:</b> Are you sure? ;)<p/><b>George:</b> We didn't do anything, Harry. ;)<p/><b>Harry:</b> I'm really really truly truly gay.<p/><b>Harry:</b> ARG! NO IM NOT! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'LL TRUST YOU TWO WITH MY PHONE!<p/><b>Fred:</b> We don't know what you're talking about, Harry. ;)<p/><b>George:</b> We'd never do anything like this to you, Harry. ;)<p/><b>Harry:</b> ...I hate you guys...<p/><b>Draco:</b> This was a frape? Shame...I was getting my hopes up.<p/><b>Harry:</b> Well for you I'd be gay.<p/><b>Draco:</b> Charming, Potter.<p/><b>Harry:</b> Broom closet, 15 minutes.<p/><b>Fred:</b> Wait what? This wasn't apart of the plan.<p/><b>Voldemort:</b> It is like that time that Bellatrix changed my fb status to "I'm gay and I luv dumbly" and I was like "wow you can mind read?" And she was like "...no it was a joke" and everyone kept asking me if I was gay and I was like "pfffftt no". But jokes on them bcuz the next day I hooked up with Dumbledore and now Bellatrix is a lonely bitch. And now I'm like HAHAHA I'm mo awesome than you. D'you getme?<p/><b>Fred:</b> ...<p/></p>
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ZIGGY STARDUST MAKEUP AND PRIMPING…😍

(View individually ! They’re beautiful ❤)

@gloriajareth @theeur0peancann0nishere @jar-eth @bowieakajohn @the-thinwhiteduchess @ravage657 @djladyextasy @davidssecretlover @missadler1897 @meemalee @cidermoon @findyours3lfm @bau80 @solitaryfossil @theedwardscissorhandslover @star–thief @just-me-my-tc-and-i @bowie-and-bond-007-fan @majestic-old-stuff @rly-dank-meme @iezalelensamhet @filthy-star-boy @getme etc etc etc …

anonymous asked:

How does one go about making acrylic stands? Do the same places that print acrylic charms print acrylic stands? Not like, stands to hold art, but those things that look like large acrylic charms, with a stand underneath to let them stand on a flat surface or something.

Kiriska: Many companies that provide acrylic charms also now provide acrylic stands, yes. Some of these include JiMi Agency, Zap! Creatives, and GetMeds.

38sr  asked:

I'm sure you've been asked this question a lot, but I'm really curious about how you print your pieces for cards, books and washi tape. I've been wanting to make my own prints for a while and I've been told red bubble provide the items you want to print on but I don't like how it loses quality and color. So I was wondering what you use since your pieces are so beautiful and nicely printed. I'm sorry if this is something you rather not answer or have answered...

I’m not sure about cards (I don’t think I’ve ever printed those?) but I print books and prints locally in a printing store close to where I live. If you want to print stuff like books, bookmarks, and other merch with good quality, I’d also recommend Med Merch (https://twitter.com/getmeds) and JiMi Agency (https://twitter.com/JiMiAgency). I’m not sure about prints though. ^^;

As for washi tape, a friend of mine usually opens a group order for washi tapes, and they send the files to be printed in Taiwan if I’m not mistaken. They usually opens group order from time to time, so you could ask them here: https://twitter.com/alktomycin if you’re interested in printing washi tapes ^^

every other person who likes classpect: the most interesting part is thinking about what  super powers they would get
me, in a corner, philosophizing on how the concepts of each abstract aspect interact to create a working universe:

getme-outta-mymind-deactivated2  asked:

Hey, I was wondering if you can offer up any more ace/aro friendly blogs for me? I've been getting a lot of negativity and it'd be nice for a change of pace on my dash and with followers. Thank you! (This blog is awesome btw)

Here are all of the ace and/or aro blogs I follow:

@grace-and-ace

@fuckyeahasexual

@wildasexuals

@demigray

@demigrayspeaks

@asexualoutreach

@asexualadvice

@redbeardace

@queerascat

@ameliaace

@swankivy

@acejews

@asexualartists

@perksofbeingace

@sexfavorableaces

@acelibrarian

@agentaletha

@theasexualanarchist

@avenpt

@asexual-representation

@friendshipsuggestion

@thatacedude

@blvkandasexual

@asexualmew

@davidgljay

@freakingacedit

@asexual-domme

@kinkyasexuals

@thatasexualwriter

@piecesofacepodcast

@asexualidadhispanoamericana (spanish)

@avenitas (spanish)

@betterthansexthings

@asexandthecity

@queenieofaces

@acesovertwenty

@ace-muslim

@asexualchristian

@creative-aces

@confessionsofanasexual

@nextstepcake

@blazinaces

@still-a-valid-ace

@yourdailyace

@aspectrumselfies

@books-are-better-than-sex

And if the trolls get too bad for you, @lordilover1 will hunt them down and beat them up with a spatula. 

anonymous asked:

For the prompts: you are a tolerable drunk. You're awesome sweetie ❤️

Ooh, sounds like fun! You didn’t specify another character, so I’m gonna pick a random one and go for Laura and her insufferable cousin Jackson ;)

on AO3 here!

< Jackhole 1:21am [he y im realy druunk conme getm e?]

If Laura hadn’t already been up late studying and intending to stay up even later, she probably would’ve ignored it. Well, she probably would’ve forwarded the text to Lydia or Cora or even Derek – literally anyone who got along with Jackson better than she did, which was practically everyone. Why the hell was he texting her of all people?

But it was late and she’d been working for five solid hours and her brain was about to melt out of her skull. She needed a break anyway, so she closed her books, pulled on sweats and shoes, and grabbed her keys on the way out the door. A slew of douchey selfies on facebook earlier had placed Jackson and his friends at one of the local clubs, she headed in that direction.

> Jackhole 1:24am [you still at Sinema?]

< Jackhole 1:27am [ys got puncched tho m yface hrtss]

Laura stared at her phone for a minute, rereading it and making sure the iffy spelling still added up to all the same words. The reread came up with the same thing and honestly, she couldn’t say she was surprised. There had been more than a few occasions in their lives where she had been very tempted to punch Jackson herself, and she reminded him of that frequently. Tonight he had been out with his own friends, though, so that was a little harder to believe.

> Jackhole 1:31am [come out from, i’m almost there]

She pulled up in front of the club to find Jackson slumped against the front of the building, one leg throw out in front of him and one pulled up in front of him to prop up his arm. He had one hand on his face. The other still had a drink in it, but he wasn’t drinking it.

Laura finagled a parking space not too far away and then sauntered up to stand in front of him.

“You’re not looking so hot, little cuz,” she said, kicking his out-flung foot to get his attention. He groaned, dropping his hand. There was already a hell of a bruise forming on his jaw, visible even in the low colored lighting of the club’s neon signage. He squinted up at her.

“I always look hot,” he slurred.

Laura snorted. “Like a hot mess, maybe.” She kicked him again. “C’mon, get your ass up. I’m taking you home, you lush.”

Jackson started struggling his way to his feet. He tried to brace himself on the wall, but he seemed to be having a lot of trouble managing it with one of his hands occupied. Laura rolled her eyes.

“Gimme that,” she said, snatching the tumbler out of his hand. “If you’re getting into bar fights now, then I don’t think you need another drink. Who hit you anyway?”

“No,” Jackson moaned, reaching out to try and take the drink back. With a tsk-ing sound, Laura held it up over his head, reveling for the millionth time since puberty that she was two inches taller than him and he couldn’t get it back from her without jumping, which he didn’t seem capable of in his current state of inebriation. “No, no, no,” he said again. “Don’t - hic - don’t drink that! No one should drink that one!”

“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Laura said with a smirk. “I’m older. That makes me in charge of you. Always has, always will. If I want to drink this, I can, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Fine then,” Jackson said, his shrug overbalancing him and sending him stumbling back into the wall, which he apparently decided was pretty comfortable since he stayed slumped over there. “Drink it if you want. Whatever - hic - just don’t expect me to ssssave you. I already got punched over it once.”

He mimed punching but nearly fell over again. Laura steadied him automatically, holding back a laugh. Jackson drunk wasn’t nearly as coordinated as Jackson sober, and the haughty expression made the slurring twice as funny. Then his words caught up with her and she squinted down at the drink in her hand.

“Save me?” she asked. “What do you mean, save me? And somebody punched you over a drink?”

“You’d punch me for less,” Jackson said, and Laura had to concede that point.

“Okay, what about the saving though?” she repeated.

Jackson tried to point at the glass, but he sort of missed and it took him a minute to refocus. “Spiked,” he said. “Some dude put…I dunno, he put something in it. Tryna score. I saw - hic - I saw him do the thing and swiped it from the chick ‘fore she could drink it and then dude got mad and - hic - “

He mimed punching again, this time sending himself crashing into Laura’s shoulder. She shoved him back with a grunt and pinned him to the wall to keep him from sending them both to the ground from sheer drunken clumsiness. Once he was secured though, she gave him an appraising look.

“You fought a guy for trying to drug some girl?” she asked, torn between disbelief and the strong (and disconcerting) desire to hug him.

“Don’t know why I got thrown out too,” Jackson said, head lolling back against the wall. “He was the doucheturd. I was - hic - the good guy. Just ‘cause I’m super fucking drunk doesn’t mean I’m not the good guy! Dude was asking for a kick in the nards, so I kicked him in the nards! Shouldn’t be allowed to repruce - repor - hic - reproduce anyway.”

“Amen to that,” Laura said. With great relish, she poured the spiked drink into the nearest storm gutter, letting the tumbler follow it down in a shower of broken glass. She returned to her cousin and dragged one of his arms over her shoulders, hauling him away from the wall with some difficulty. “So,” she said, “was it worth getting punched?”

Jackson scoffed, the disdain undermined just a bit by the way he tripped over his own shoelace and nearly brought them both down again. “You call this a punch?” he asked. “Puh-lease. You should see the other guy.”

“You socked him good, did you?”

“Damn straight,” Jackson said. Then: “Well, not straight. I’m not straight. Really - hic - really not straight, man, I’m so fucking bi. Damn bi, that’s what I am. I’m everybody’s type and everybody is mine. ‘Cept only the hot ones.”

Laura smothered her laugh in the hand not keeping Jackson from sliding out of her grip into a puddle on the sidewalk. “So was the girl hot? The one you saved? Is that why you did it?”

Jackson fell against the side of her car, leaving the very complicated task of opening the door to her. He made the universal ‘I don’t know’ sound, eyes slipping closed.

“Didn’t really see her,” he admitted. “Doesn’t matter. It’s a shitty thing. Guys don’t get to do shitty things without getting punched.”

“I thought he got a nard kick,” Laura pointed out. “You were the one who got punched.”

“I know!” Jackson cried. “What the fuck’s up with that? Rude.”

Laura leaned up against the car next to her obnoxious little cousin, a genuine smile on her face all for him for what was quite possibly the first time in either of their lives. “You know, cuz,” she said. “I usually can’t stand you, but to my complete and utter surprise, you are a tolerable drunk.”

Jackson scoffed again. “I am an awesome drunk,” he said. “I’m a fucking pleasure.”

Laura hummed her skepticism. “I’m gonna stick with tolerable. Now get in the car before I leave your drunk ass here. I still have studying to do.”

She didn’t actually get any more studying done, but only because Jackson started telling knock-knock jokes in the car ride back to his apartment and they were so hilarious bad that Laura made the executive decision that she could not let this opportunity pass her by. She stayed at Jackson’s apartment for an hour, taking videos for blackmail purposes.

Then she tucked him into bed with a glass of water, a pack of aspirin, and a barf bucket at his bedside because she was a good fucking cousin like that and he had damn well better appreciate it.

anonymous asked:

If it's ok to ask, where do u get ur art printed? Do u go to different websites to make stickers, charms, etc? I've been thinking about getting my art printed but don't know where to go.

i get my different kinds of merch done at many different places!

for stickers i go to stickermule. it’s best if you can find a whole bunch of friends and do a big group order as you get more of a discount the more you buy!

for charms i have usually gone w zap creatives… but due to a recent uh… Incident i most likely will not be doing business w them again lmao (this is for another post). so i will probs check out acorn press in the future!

for prism bookmarks and such i use getmeds which also offers a whole range of cool merch things! 

and for prints i go to a local printing company called snap printing but this would probs be relevant to australians only sorry!

anyway i hope this helped!