guys be getting it in

Istus: I’m not even talking about this town, Taako, I’m talking about all of it! The world, the plane, the planar system, reality, all of it! I certainly have godly powers, I don’t like to brag, but I’ve never known anything like the three of you. And I don’t know why that is but I’m intrigued. Because whether you realize it or not, you’ve been serving as my agents for longer than you could ever remember.


Istus: Almost your entire lives, the three of you have been preventing things that go against the designs of fate from happening, stopping powers that would reshape reality from being used by people who shouldn’t be using them.

On a serious note, words can’t describe how thankful I am for 1D. They’ve been my safety and my hiding place for going on 5 years now; the friends I’ve made here have been there for me when I felt alone, or when I just needed to vent, or celebrate/yell about the boys with people who understand the love and excitement I feel for them. These years have been wild within the fandom and also IRL, but I love this place, and these boys, and every single one of you very very much :(

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I am… concerned? With Kakyo and his super helpful comment about them not running away any time soon?

LIKE?

KAKYO WE HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO CONSIDER? THAN RUNNING AWAY???

DO WE NOT??????

ONE OF THEM IS LITERALLY DYING.

Also, since when was that an issue?

Also also, you let this happen? You watched from the side of a pool? Why do you get a say in whether they run away or not?

Also also also, JUST TRY STOP KUROGANE IF HE REALLY DOES DECIDE THAT NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO RUN.

I can’t believe I’m sympathising more with Satsuki than Kakyo.

I can’t believe that’s where we are now.

But on the plus side Lava Lamp looks like he’s Seeing Some Things He Did Not Expect

marzipanrose  asked:

Yo!!!!! Frill is the best. Tell em I love their skelly lil face ♡♡♡

Aww thank you hahaha! He doesn’t know how to react in positive comments though, so hearing that he would probably just stand real quiet with his mouth all open.

Pfft, I went through my old drawings and found one short comic I never posted here. Frill’s trying so hard to not to blow his cover. Also at the time I had no idea how to draw Narash, but it’s supposed to be him. Hope you enjoy!

Okay, last post with bitching for tonight…

This wasn’t their worst episode. It certainly wasn’t their best. Yes, they’re getting better (so far) at not introducing certain creepy elements into their episodes. 

Their dialogue, their pacing, and their overall style still sucks and is completely out of step with the rest of what is otherwise a pretty solid writing staff. 

It just really irritates me that there are up and coming really talented writers out there probably looking for jobs in an incredibly competitive market, and these guys stay on the staff… and they most likely stay on staff due to nepotism. 

It’s fucking frustrating as shit that they bring down the overall quality of the show because they throw the curve completely out of whack. 

That colors my opinion of their episodes and probably always will. 

Entry #36

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Yeah… Eacker sucks heh

What a loser…

Hahahahaaah… - QUICKLY deletes George Eacker search history. -

God what a terrible person how can anyone like him?????

- Hurriedly deletes photos from phone. -

He’s such a losEr!!!!!! :DDDD;;; A-And I don’t like him at all…….. That’d be bad…

Headcanon that Hanzo got a job in a store once when he fell on hard times and he lasted literally three hours before he told a customer that if she didn’t control her horrible children he would personally kick them out of the store. Literally. Using his sharp metal prosthetic feet.

Jesse was really sorry to have to fire him - his new best friend for sure - because it was the best thing he’d ever seen, but thankfully Hanzo accepted his offer of a place to crash until he found his feet again. He also smiled widely when Jesse followed it up with an offer of dinner and a movie.

Maybe Hanzo just wasn’t cut out for retail.

| Regarding Love | Kyungsoo X Reader | Semi-Crack Fic | Part 1 |

High School!AU / Marching Band!AU

Drum Major!Kyungsoo X Guard Captain!Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: Mild language, nunchi losing her mind and having several breakdowns  

Word Count: 7,177 

A/N: Hey all! First ‘update’ since my hiatus!! Just so everyone is clear, this is the story of how the events of what happened during my hiatus went down. Everything I depict in this story is true, and is something that actually occurred. I thought that, since I didn’t want to use the names of the people involved, I would substitute some of my mutuals and exo members as the main players! Thank you for letting me put you in my story, friends! That all being said, I hope you all can feel some of the excitement, hilarity, and suspense in this story that I felt experiencing it!

Feat. @bread-jinie @pebble-xo @yeolology @yeol-stole-my-soul (in the next part :D) @from-dae-do-dae and @musicoverlove





“I can’t do this. I’m not doing this, Haven.” I paced my bedroom floor, wobbling in my heels due to inexperience.


“Of course you are.” Haven’s slightly static reassured me through the phone I currently had on speaker. “You’re gonna put on your big girl panties, waltz down there, and show this man that you’re the woman of his dreams.”


“No, no, no, no- Haven, I don’t think you understand.” I gestured frantically with my hands, trying to calm myself. “I cannot do this. This kind of stuff doesn’t happen to me. This is the kind of stuff that happens in those sappy, overpriced romance novels.”


“Which is why tonight is going to go just fine.” She huffed.


“I mean, what the hell was I thinking, Haven?” I walked to the corner of my room, peeling away the curtains of my window. “I just shot myself in the foot, asking him to-”


The moment I looked through the window, I saw his car pull into my driveway.


My heart wedged itself into my trachea, persistent on making it painful to breathe.


“He’s here. Oh, God, he’s here! Haven, Haven!” I wailed and shut the curtains, recoiling from the window. “I can’t do this! He’s going to ask if I’m here and my dad will just have to tell him, ‘sorry, she’s not here at the moment, please come again later.’”


“Okay- girl, listen.” I could tell by the sass in her voice that Haven had put her straightener down. “What happens, happens. The most important thing is that you don’t go through the night with regrets. Be yourself, enjoy yourself.”


I opened my mouth to respond, but the door to my room opened, cutting me off. I turned around to see my dad, giving me an excited smile.


“He’s here.”


Balling my hands into fists, I took a deep breath. With a final glance in the mirror, I gathered my things and walked down the hallway towards the stairs.


I wanted to run. I wanted to become a stone statue. I wanted to jump out the nearest window. I wanted to do anything but walk to the top of the staircase where he could see me.


But, against my wishes, my feet had carried me there. There I stood. And there he was.


Dressed to occasion, suit and tie, with a small white box in hand.


My dad cleared his throat, signalling for me to come down the stairs. Sending prayers above to anyone listening, I took a deep breath in and made my careful descent down the steps, knowing full-well that any conscious move could be my last in the heels I was wearing.


I didn’t release my breath until I made it to the final step. He gave me a gentle smile.


“You look really nice.”


Frozen in fear and more than a little flustered, I stumbled over my own words. “Thanks, you do to.”


He gestured towards the door and I walked through it, picking at my nails to grip what remnants of sanity I had left. My parents hurried outside and took their stance, cameras in hand.


Turning to face me with a slight smile, his voice startled me, “Want me to go first?”


All I could manage was a dorky grin and nod.


He then opened the small white box in his hand, taking out an ornate corsage composed of white roses and ribbons. I bit my cheek and forced my brain to command my hand to move. He slid it onto my wrist with ease, and it was all I could do to just stand there, staring at it like my arm was on fire.


“Oh, right,” After a few moments of silence I broke out of my trance.


I scurried to the house steps and grabbed the clear, plastic box that held his boutonniere. With my hand trembling, I opened the box and pulled out the single white rose I had bought for him. Walking back over to where he stood, I flipped the flower over to inspect the pin that I expected to be attached to it.


When I saw what was glued to the stem, however, my heart dropped from my throat to my stomach.


And it was in that moment, that I knew.


I had fucked up.


There was no pin. There was no clip. Instead, there was a single sewing needle that had skewered the frail stem.


It’s alright, it’ll be alright. I told myself, my palms getting sweaty. I can do this, it’s not complicated.


As I attempted to attach the rose to his lapel, however, I knew I had been screwed over. The needle was too thin to puncture both the stem and his suit, bending awkwardly and threatening to retaliate by stabbing me.


After a minute had passed, he spoke up. “Is everything okay? Do you need help?”


“No, no, it’s- fine-” I grunted the last word as I forcefully shoved the needle into the fabric.


“Are you sure?” He remained statue still.


“Yeah, it’s just, being a little… stubborn.” I tried once more to push it through, resulting in the needle jutting out the other end unexpectedly and lunging into your fingertip.


“Ow!” I hissed, immediately retreating as the needle drew blood. As I stepped back, my head collided full-force into the flowerpot hanging overhead. I bit back a curse, taking a clumsy step forward and almost tripping. He rushed forwards to steady me, but as I fell forwards into his chest, my shoulder pressed the needle further into his suit, past the fabric and into his skin.


He hissed, wincing.


“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” I attempted to step forwards, my hand reached out to examine the corsage.


Just as I took the step, however, my heel snapped, and I fell forwards, scraping my knee on the steps. In an instant he had knelt down beside me.


“Are you alright?” He grabbed my shoulders gently to help me up.


“Yeah, I’m- I’m okay,” My knees shook as I stood up. My eyes traveled upwards, landing on a small dark spot that had accumulated around the base of the corsage.


“Oh- oh my god!” My hands began to wave up and down in panic, “You’re bleeding!”


“Huh?” He looked down to inspect the smudge. “Oh, that? It’s alright, it just pricked me.”


“Here, I can get you a band-” I stumbled up the step, a stinging sensation bringing my attention down to my knee.


“Oh my god, I’m bleeding!”


To put it gently, this was not how I expected the beginning of senior homecoming to go.


Love by the overpriced romance books, this was not. I was in the process of falling for Kyungsoo, hard.


This was murphy’s law in action.


And this was only the beginning.


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i love one (1) man

Also another thing that really just rustles my jimmies is the fact that quite apart from everything else, buckleming don’t know how to structure a story?

Like, we’ve all talked before about their idiotic each-one-writing-alternating-acts process, but can somebody please just like, mail them copies of some basic-ass plot diagrams? Or like, force them to retake grade nine English where the rest of us learned about How to Write a Story?

Hate to sound like I’m taking this whole ship “triumph” thing too seriously when I️ say this…. but if there is any ship based in Star Wars that is allowed to be smug and rightfully bitter towards their “anti’s” following the release of certain tlj media; it’s reylo hands down.

The amount of unadulterated shit that that group has had to deal with since tfa came out is unprecedented, and it’s only right now that those who made these past two years so unpleasant for the rest of the fans (as well as cast/directors/contributors) be held accountable for their unreasonable behavior and interactions with others.

With this being said,

SW fans: please don’t tear them apart

Antis: understand that you have had it coming