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South Park Puberty Collection

BONUS:

south park edition of this post 

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DEAR GOd!!!111!! I’m lame.  

Sorry for spam art. :’(

Anyway, I’ll do more of this but for right now I’m just going to put the rest of the other characters on a mini hiatus (depending). 

EDIT: HI an anony sent me the following,

Hi! I don’t follow u so idk if you’ve been told this but ur translation for Teru’s text is a little off bc u misread a character- Teru says いい子で待っ⭐️テル⭐️んだよ! (you misread 子 as そ) and the translation for that would basically be: be a good girl and wait (for teru, as the pun would go) This also makes more sense since Teru is not the one waiting but instead making her wait ( ´ ▽ ` )

Now I am DYING and scream what a player omg

Originally I had said,

I noticed at the beginning of episode 5 of Mob Psycho 100, Teru was texting a girl he was going to have lunch with. He responds with “いいぞで待っ★テル★んだよ” which roughly means “Sure, I’ll be waiting” BUT makes a pun with his name. “Matteru” is to wait, and as you can see to make sure you really see the TERU part of the word he puts his name in stars.

I tried to think of an English equivalent, and the best I could come up with is “See you in an in★TERU★m (interim).” Oh my God, that is so lame….

Teru a punster confirmed.

Hire me, Viz.

"I'm not your blind date but you came over and I was eating alone so I went with it and now you're calling me by a different name" AU

I found this prompt on a Tumblr blog but I accidentally deleted the post and now I can’t find the prompt anymore

Lena was sitting alone. She twirled the neck of the wine glass in her left hand, her phone in her right as she responded to work emails. Jess kicked her out of the office almost an hour ago, going on about how she shouldn’t be working on her birthday and she deserved one day off for herself. Problem is Lena always had days to herself. Her days were always “her” days if she didn’t have anyone to share them with. She looked down at the red rose on the table before her, Jess’ gift to her, and let herself smile slightly. Jess was a good assistant, she meant well, and she seemed to care when no one else did.

So that’s why she listened and came here to this restaurant when she really wanted to finish responding to her emails and get a head start on tomorrow’s project. The place wasn’t the fanciest she’s been, but she wasn’t about to go to one of the high-class places she frequented when she didn’t have a date. It was nice enough: low lighting, decent wine selection, and she got a small booth in the back so no one would bother her. Her plan was to come out, grab a quick bite, and then finish work at home.

She was so focused on her phone that she hadn’t noticed the woman walk up to her booth. There was a small tap on her shoulder then, and she was slightly annoyed that anyone would interrupt her when she purposely picked this booth to avoid being bothered. She turned to look up quickly, an annoyed “Can I help you?” on the tip of her tongue, when she came face-to-face with a literal angel, the words dying before they formed. Her jaw went slack as she took in the stunning being before her.

The woman had the bluest eyes Lena had ever seen, even under the minimal lighting of the place and the black rimmed glasses she wore. Her hair fell in soft golden waves, across the shoulders of her beige jacket and blue top. She had a pair of black pants that hugged her hips and a nice pair of boots to match. She looked dressed up, yet still casual, and it suddenly made Lena feel self-conscious about the tight fitting black dress and tight ponytail she wore.

“It was supposed to be yellow,” the woman said, pointing at the flower on the table.

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Heights

Originally posted by wonderlandgirlforever

Peter Parker x Shy/Scared Reader

Summary: Even though Peter’s been busy with saving the world, you’ve been feeling neglected and unwanted. He notices and decides to do something fun to cheer you up. 

Word Count: 2,453 (my longest one so far, holla)

Warnings: heights, panic attack, language, fluff, sad stuff. Let me know if I missed any. 

A/N: Alrrright guys, hopefully this turns out okay. I was thinking about making this into a series depending on how much you guys dig it. If you do, then I will post all about what I’m going to do for the series to see if you guys are interested. Sound good? As always, feedback is definitely appreciated. I never get any, so I don’t know what I’m doing wrong or right. Enjoy!


Ever since Peter told you he was the big ‘ol Spiderman, it felt like your guys’ weekly hangouts and movie nights were coming to an end. Of course you understand that he’s saving the world and stopping the bad guys, but it leaves you worried and afraid for his well being. He always seems distracted around you and it fills you with a darkness. Telling Peter would make you seem selfish, so you bury it, hoping it won’t poke its way through. 

Being the shy, reserved, person you are, you definitely had difficulty talking to Peter, especially since you’ve always had a never ending crush on him. After a while of trying to ask him if he could hang out, you stopped. It wasn’t worth the pain of going through to only be rejected once again. 

However, what you didn’t know was that Peter noticed you putting up your walls again. He didn’t want to lose you and decided he was definitely going to do something about it. Starting tonight

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how about a modern!shance au where lance is driving his rusty old hand-me-down car one day and it breaks down, so he looks around for the closest mechanic shop to fix it up.

so lance goes there, fully expecting a grumpy old man to greet him but instead, enter shiro. lance is so caught off guard by how gorgeous this man is he barely remembers any details about his car, but luckily shiro is patient and eventually works out the cost and estimate to fix it. lance is so charmed, and soon he relaxes more and starts to make jokes, even a flirt or two to test the waters. hes not sure what chances he has here, but shiro doesnt seem bothered by it, even laughing along with everything, and lance wishes he didnt have work later and would much prefer to stay here and chat with this beautiful mechanic because whoa

a few days later (and having thought about shiro a lot) lance goes back to collect his car, and shiro catches him up on all the new updates until soon lances realises oh, im not going to see him again. he loses his nerve to ask him out, because really, shiro is a friggin catch. so they part with a handshake and a sour feeling in lances gut.

but then, not week later, and lance gets the idea of bringing in another car so he gets to see shiro again. he borrows his brothers old honda and drives over. shiro looks surprised to see him, but not disappointed, and smiles and gladly says hell help to fix up this car for lance too. lance beams, goddamn butterflies in his stomach, and savers every damn second.

the days go by, and soon the weeks as well. lance asks his family or friends if they have anything they need fixing, finding any excuse and gladly brings it over to shiros shop (one time he brought his dads old radio, claimed it was priceless)(another time he dropped off an old clock he claims his grandma would cry if it ever broke)(one time, he came around with nothing, offering shiro a coffee and going on about his day). most days he lingers around and chats to shiro as he works, and lance learns a lot about him and feels himself fall more and more for the guy, thrilled that shiro enjoys his company just as much.

at this point everyone is wondering why lance hasnt just asked the man out yet? “because oh my god boy youve got it bad.” and lance will flush crimson but never deny it. “its scary, okay?” hell protest weakly. 

and so one day, after walking back and forth in front of the shop and trying to finally muster up the nerve, he swallows his fear and steps inside, the familiar chime of the bell going off. he walks over to shiros office, opening the door without even thinking, and finding shiro in a mess at his desk, small parts littered everywhere and a youtube video on how to fix clocks currently playing. 

lance pauses, eyeing the scene curiously until shiro finally looks up and notices him.

“oh - lance - I -”

and lance is so confused. “wait, i thought you said you knew how to fix clocks?”

and shiro becomes really bashful, rubbing at his neck and refusing to meet lances piercing gaze. “uh, i kind of… lied?”

“what?” lance is so lost

shiro starts stammering. “I, uh, said i knew how so i could… keep seeing you. i.. didnt want you to leave and find someone else to fix it.”

and after what feels like ages lance… starts giggling. he cannot believe it, honest to god cannot believe how lame they both are to have not even realised that it was mutual. so hes full on laughing now, and shiro takes it the wrong way and grows hurt, so lance sobers up quickly and closes the remaining distance between them to smile so big and wide, his face heating up.

“I wanted to keep seeing you too. shiro, shiro i brought in three cars to see you, shiro, man, i had to look up what parts were even called just so i could figure out what the hell i needed you to fix.

and shiro breathes out an awed “oh” and lance is so happy he feels like he could fly, holy shit. shiro stands up, and when he reaches out to gently brush their fingers together lance is pretty sure he has a heart attack right then and there. and then shiro says in a really soft voice:

“you’re so beautiful.”

that’s when lance is sure hes died and gone to heaven above. lance.exe has stopped working. hello, 911, id like to report a murder.

“god, shiro, have you even seen you?” he laughs nervously, shying away. 

“im serious,” shiro pushes gently and picks up a hammer without breaking eye contact. “this is not …a drill.”

and lance feels his eyes grow wide, so completely gone he cant help but blurt “oh my god marry me.”

shiro grins, his thumb rubbing lightly across lances fingers. “let me take you on a date first. but perhaps we should take my ride, yeah? not sure i trust you behind a wheel just yet.”

and lance punches him playfully, but his heart wont stop beating loudly in his chest because he finally has a date with shiro.

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Bert: “Wow, you drew me. Ok I’ll draw you, and I’ll give you a rad thumbs up and a big heart because I can tell you have a big heart” 

Prom Night (Reddie AU)

Summary: I tried to go for like a friends to lovers type thing? Anyways, Richie asks Eddie to prom. Major fluff.

Authors Note: Okay so I usually only write headcanons, but I had this idea for this little ficlet and I couldn’t not write it!!! If you could, I would love reblogs! Thank you aahhh!!! 


Prom was absolutely the last thing on Eddie’s mind.

As a senior at Derry High School, there were many more important things to be doing. For example, studying. Yes, it sounded lame, Eddie knew it did. But in all honesty, he didn’t want to go to prom. With the slow music, the decorations, and the fact that all of his friends were going to be there…

Nope. Not one bit.

Okay, so maybe Eddie was lying to himself.

Prom was really the only thing on his mind, and it has been since the start of the school year. He desperately wanted to go with someone. But nobody was going to ask him, he knew that for a fact. And Eddie? He wouldn’t dare to ask anyone. Why? Well, that’s because he had a certain someone that he wanted to go with himself.

Ah yes, Richie Trashmouth Tozier.

As much as Eddie hated himself for it, he had grown a fondness for that boy. They were best friends since elementary school, and then somehow, Eddie ended up falling in love with that clown.

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Connor Murphy x Genderfluid!Reader

- him correcting people when they use the wrong pronouns
- pride parades together!
- he calls you his datemate on nonbinary/agender days
- “You look so handsome!”
“Right back at ya, Connor.”
- he goes shopping with you
- in case anyone has a problem with you shopping in both sections
- recommending each other stuff with genderfluid characters
- “This book has Norse gods AND a genderfluid character!”
- lame puns and jokes
- “If I froze you, would you become a gendersolid?”
“I’m gonna block you.”
- whenever you tell him you’re having a masculine day, he gets on top of the nearest chair, jumps off, and says “I’m gay” like idubbbz
- he’s a meme loving fuck and we all know it’s because of Jared
- in case you change gender more than once a day, he always has extra clothes with him
- when somebody talks shit about you, he goes from zero to a hundred r e a l quick to defend you
- “Being transgender is a sin!”
“So is being a hateful piece of shit.”
- “What are you?”
“The light of my life.”
- “You’re going to hell.”
“I’ll save you a spot.”
- “I have the right to deny service.”
“Yeah, you also have the right to kiss my ass.”

[hey hey hey guess who is going to make buttons for the giveaway]

[god that was catchy but lame]

[im coming up with ideas for buttons and merch since FBW comes out next week. also working on one more thing to include in the giveaway envelopes. Not sure how many winners there will be this time. There was 10 last time, but this time it might shrink down to 5 maybe. I’m still working out the details!]

cathythefuck  asked:

Can you make a story where Veronica takes Jd's trench coat and keeps it if she feels down?

Sure I can! Ah! I haven’t had much activity on this blog lately! I’m so happy you sent in a request! I really enjoyed writing this! Get ready for so much fluff anf JD being a sweet little angel! Enjoy!


“Hey Ronnie, darling? Have you seen my-” JD cut himself off when he saw Veronica asleep on the couch, wrapped in his coat. “… Jacket.” He finished, leaning against the wall, smirking. Veronica yawned in her sleep and JD smiled. He moved to sit next to her and put his hand on her shoulder. Veronica stirred and rolled over to fall against him. JD felt his breath hitch and his face flush as Veronica snuggled with him in her sleep. “Woah…” He whispered.

JD wrapped his arms around Veronica and held her close as she slept. “I love you, Ronnie.” He whispered in her ear. “I’ll never let anything hurt you.” He promised her. He stroked her dark hair and felt the soft curls wrap around his fingers. Veronica shifted a bit and JD hushed her. He kept whispering loving words in her ear and holding her close.

“Oh my gosh how cute!” JD’s face shot up and he looked mortified as Heather Chandler put her hands on her hips. “What an adorable sight! Big bad JD is snuggling with little Ronnie!” She laughed. JD tried to keep himself from blushing.

“S-screw off Heather!” JD snapped. “I’m just… she fell asleep on me!” He defended. Heather flipped her hair.

“Suuuuure.” She rolled her eyes. “And then you accidentally kissed her and told her how much you loooove her!” Heather laughed.

“What are you like, six?” JD grumbled. “Yeah, so the secrets out.” He said sarcastically. “I love my girlfriend, I wanna marry Veronica!” He spoke sarcastically, but as soon as he realized what he said his face went stark red and he froze.

“You wanna marry Veronica?” Heather asked. JD held totally still and gulped.

“I… I don’t NOT want to marry her…” He rubbed the back of his head.

“You do! You really are in love with her aren’t you?” Heather asked. JD blushed deeper and Heather cackled. “You’re blushing so much right now!” She teased, laughing hysterically. JD gritted his teeth.

“Don’t tell her what I said.” He mumbled.

“Are you seriously thinking about marrying Veronica?” Heather asked. “You guys are only seventeen.” She added.

“Just, hush! I don’t want her waking up.” JD told her. He set Veronica down and motioned for Heather to follow him into the kitchen. She followed close behind and JD rocked on his heels. He dug in his pocket for a while and pulled out a small box. “Look, I know we’re young but… I really love her. I can’t picture my life without her. I don’t want to live without her again.” He mumbled on and on.

“Oh my god you’re so lame.” Chandler tried to say, but she actually thought it was nice. “So I have one clue as to what’s in the box.” She took it from the boy and JD rubbed the back of his head. Heather opened the box. “Oh my god… this is really pretty.” Heather said, actually surprised.

“I was my mom’s. And I want Veronica to have it.” He spoke.

“Are you sure about this? Getting engaged? At seventeen?” Heather asked. “This is a big thing to think about.” She warned him. JD nodded.

“I think about it every single day.” He told her. “And I evaluate every bad thing that could happen but… none of them come close to me not being with Veronica. Even if we get married and we don’t have a lot or we stay in some dead end town forever! It’ll be great cause I’m with her.” He went on and on. Heather was done being teasing and now had important questions.

“JD, you may not have thought about this error.” She told him. JD looked up curious. “What if she says ‘No’?” Heather asked. JD all of the sudden felt like it was hard to breath and he felt heavy as led. “What will you do then?” Chandler asked.

“I just… hope she says yes.” Was all JD said. “Will she like the ring?” He asked.

“I want to say something mean about it but… it’s stunning.” Heather admitted. “This was your mother’s?” She asked. JD nodded and Heather looked at it some more. She then smiled and handed it back to JD, closing the box up. “Veronica is going to look wonderful in it.” She assured. JD grinned.

“Thanks Heather… you know? You aren’t so bad when you’re not being a total bitch.” He jabbed at her. Heather punched his shoulder.

“And you’re not so bad when when you’re not acting like a complete punk.” She huffed. “When are you thinking of asking her?” Heather asked.

“I don’t know. I have no idea actually but… I just know I want to.” He admitted.

“So you carry this ring around with you in case the perfect time comes along?” Chandler asked. JD nodded. “You really are softie, aren’t you?” She asked.

“Tell anybody and I’ll poison you.” JD threatened.

“Yeah, well tell anybody I was nice to you and I’ll shoot you.” Heather warned. JD held his hand out and Heather shook it.

“Well then it’s settled. We’ll hate each other always… unless nobody’s looking. Then we can be civil.” He agreed.

“No TOO civil… we’re already pushing it as it is.” She mumbled. “Care to throw in an insult or two before I go? Just so it feels less awkward?” She asked. “… Jackass.” Heather added. JD nodded and thought for a moment.

“Shallow priss.” He spat.

“Punk-ass-bitch.” She snapped back. “That feels better.”

“Yeah let’s never be nice to each other again.”