how to tell a person they stink

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At last the Star Power Sampler is done! So so so so soooo happy with how it turned out considering I took so many creative liberties with picking out every last piece of floss and adding in the pearlescents into the originally empty spaces on the stars! Thanks go out to @novacainedoll for a pattern that allowed such an amount of creativity and interpretation, which you can purchase here! It IS on pink canvas, but when it’s not up against something white it’s very hard to tell because my lighting stinks, but if you think it looks fine through pictures, then I wish you could see it in person! An official stats post will be made once I can get it framed! If anyone would like to recreate my version, simply message me for the LONG list of colors used and please don’t forget to give novacainedoll credit for the pattern and myself credit for flosses used! If I can get permission (just to be safe) I would love to offer these for commissions when they’re opened, selling both the whole piece and pieces individually or even the whole sampler in pieces, as well! I hope you all really like this as much as I had fun stitching it, now onto finishing an older project!

Request before “When Worlds Collide” airs:

Could this not be a repeat of Spring 2016? Can everyone just be nice?

What I mean is this: Despite how many fans begged harassed the writers to include Mona Lisa and do the whole RaphxMona thing, the fandom broke apart! People were so mean just because if Raph had an in-show girlfriend that meant he couldn’t love their OC. That, or they just didn’t like how the writers handled Raph and Mona’s relationship. People even stopped watching the show and left the fandom over it. Some sent hateful asks to Raph blogs. Remember the Raph of mirth-and-muscle? Gosh I miss him.

You can hate RaphxMona all you want, but might I make a suggestion in how you handle your hate?

Could you maybe not find an already-made post that depicts Raph and Mona neutrally or favorably and then reblog it adding hate?

Imagine throughout your childhood and young adult life, people insulted or made fun of the things you liked… even made fun of you for liking them.

Imagine feeling unable to talk about anything you liked with any of your friends.

Imagine you finally find the solution to that problem: join Tumblr, talk about what you like, and geek out with other fans.

Now imagine that the very thing you tried to avoid by joining Tumblr still happens: people talk about how stupid the stuff you like is - which they’re allowed to do, sure - but they do it by reblogging your post and spewing hate so not only do you see it, but you wonder if the likes and reblogs you get afterwards are really for your original post, or if they’re from people agreeing with the hater.

The people who post the gifs of Raph and Mona moments aren’t doing so because they hate those moments. They’re posting them because they like them. 

When you see those posts and think, “This is why I hate RaphxMona,” and you reblog it and say what you think, the person who loves Raph and Mona sees the hate you spewed in their activity feed… and since you insulted what they like, you’re insulting them by saying they have terrible taste.

I mean does this sound like good social conduct? 

Imagine you’re in a small group of people. 
Person 1: “I really like country!”
You: “Country is stupid.”
Person 1: *feels beaten down* “………”
Person 2: “I like hip-hop.”
You: “Hip-hop sucks.”
Person 2: *wonders why they let you in the group* “………”

Let’s not relive middle school, shall we? Please be respectful. 

When you see a post of something you don’t like, scroll past it. Maybe let it inspire your very own post! You can make your own post about how much you dislike the ship. Making your own post will get you more notes than reblogging someone else’s, you won’t be hurting someone’s feelings by ruining their post and telling them that what they like stinks, and generally the people who will give you notes will be like-minded people. You can find out who shares your opinions.

Now for those who love RaphxMona and see posts about people hating on them, again, keep scrolling, and maybe make your own post as a rebuttal (without tagging the blogger that inspired your rebuttal)

Let’s be respectful of each other when “When Worlds Collide” airs. Let’s not start stupid fights. It doesn’t do any good telling someone that they like stupid things or that they’re wrong for hating ships.

(#13) Imagine- Telling Andy you’re pregnant

   You always thought the hardest part about being with Andy, would be the time you had to spend apart from one another. You came to realize as much as that does stink keeping things from him stunk more. You never really realized how much you confided in him until you saw the two pink lines appearing on the pregnancy test and decided to keep it a secret until you could talk in person.

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anonymous asked:

How would the Underfell brothers react to seeing a human they've become good friends with out on the streets because they've recently ended up as homeless? "I ended up getting evicted... it happens."

So uh….may have slightly misread the prompt and been too lazy to change it, but this is still pretty much in spirit of what you asked. Instead of just seeing them out on the streets this is the phone call shortly after they’ve been evicted.

“wait, what? kid, slow down.”

“SANS! WHAT ARE THEY SAYING?!” Even over your phone’s cheap speakers Papyrus came through clear as day. You winced slightly at the feedback.

“paps, i’m tryin- i’m- PAPS” They were arguing in indistinct tones. You tapped your foot restlessly and looked at the door of your room. Your landlord had only given you two hours to pack before he called the cops. Finally you heard Sans sigh. “alright, alright! hang on, kid, ‘m puttin ya on speaker.” A slight shuffle on the other end. “alright, say that again?”

“I got evicted.” You enunciated it a little clearer, trying to keep your voice calm.

“YOU WHAT?!” Not a question. An exclamation.

“I….got evicted.” Your fingernails dug into the palm of your hand and you leaned your head against the wall. “I’m homeless.”

“when the hell did this happen?”

“I haven’t been able to make rent for a while.” You said. Fuck, you were still shaking. Your landlord hadn’t exactly been gentle about breaking the news.

“AND YOU DIDN’T TELL US?” Papyrus yelled. You could imagine his face contorted with fury. The image wasn’t helping you keep your cool.

“I’m sorry, I….I thought I could take care of it, but-”

“i thought you got him to defer payments till you got settled in the new job.”

“I did for the first few, but-” You passed a hand over your face. “Its been like six months.”

“SIX-”

Sans cut him off before he could get a head of steam going.”so he’s just kickin ya out? just like that?” 

“Pretty much.”

“that’s fucked up.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his summing up. “Yeah. Pretty fucked up.” There was a hard knot in your stomach. You couldn’t tell them the real reason. Yeah, you’d been behind on rent, but that might have been overlooked, had your landlord not taken issue with certain….characteristics of your new friends. 

Namely, that they were monsters. You’d always sensed a dislike between him and the brothers, but assumed it had more to do with their sparkling personalities than any species difference. But the past few weeks he had been more and more vocal about it. Finally coing to a head today. Where he decided to slip in some snide remarks about how hard it would be to find new renters, what with the stink of monsters everywhere…

“I’M COMING OVER RIGHT NOW, I WON’T STAND FOR SUCH INSOLENCE-”

“Paps, no.” You said emphatically. “Look, no offense, but you’re just going to make it worse.”

“think you’re underestimatin how….persuasive we can be…” Sans’ voice was low and dangerous.

“Neither of you are going to prison for me, alright?” You said. “I didn’t call so you could beat up my landlord.”

“WHERE ARE YOU RIGHT NOW.”

“still at my place, I’m working on packing up.”

“COME HERE AFTER.”

“What?” You froze.

“I SAID COME HERE AFTER. YOU’RE STAYING WITH US.”

“Paps, I….you guys don’t have to do that.”

“yeah we do.” Sans said. “ya don’t have family in town, think we’re just gonna let you wander the streets or some shit?”

“This is….I won’t be able to pay rent, I’m can’t-”

“WE’LL WORRY ABOUT THAT LATER. BE READY OUTSIDE IN AN HOUR OR WE’RE COMING IN AFTER YOU.” And before you could get a word in they hung up.

Nothing else you could really do but move in. And tey wouldn’t accept rent. Sans used it as levrage to get you to clean up his room every now and then but didn’t  seriously mean it. Ostensibly they did nothing to your landlord. nothing you can prove at least. Eventually you did get a job, make enough to where you could probably find a place of your own. But it kept getting put off. Not the right time? This was just more convenient? Such were the excuses made, but honestly the real one is you couldn’t bear to leave them.

In the end, they were home in and of themselves. 

The Wolf Part 3

A/N: Again, I know it’s been a while and I’m sorry, I’m am just so shit at keeping a schedule for writing! But, on the bright side, I got a request! Yay! So, for the nonnie who sent me the Peter Parker request, you know who you are, I am writing that now and it should be out soon! Whoop whoop! 

Warnings: Language, (I suppose that’s it, unless ‘illegal human experimentation by a Nazi cult’ counts as one)

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anonymous asked:

First I know your using statcounter thanks to ghostery and I have a block in so you can't see where I am. Second how do you and your swen club live yourselves. You all are a bunch of hateful little whiny brats who spend there days harassing fans, the writers of the show and Colin and the rest of the cast cause just because you can't have your little ship on the show. Grow up and stop being so hatful.

so this is really fascinatingly symptomatic of American conservatism as a whole, right?

first, they believe they have a fundamental right to be hateful (or should i say “hatful”?) toward others, to come into my inbox and harass me without facing any consequence–and even are somewhat offended at the small steps i can take (such as Statcounter) to try to mitigate their harassment. their right to say whatever they want to whomever they want is paramount–cf “anti-PC” culture. 

second, there’s also a deep hypocrisy. they are the hateful little whiny brat they want to see in the world. they are so concerned about harassment that they go around harassing people. this is like people so concerned about free speech that they try to tell you you can’t tell them their opinion is shitty, because they have the right to their shitty opinion, which is … not how freedom of speech works. 

third, they have been told that “those people” are doing “bad things,” and they believe it. they don’t need no stinking evidence. that is what “those people” do. they will do whatever it takes to stop those people from doing whatever it is that their fevered bigoted imagination conjures. 

fourth, they are incredibly ignorant. this person has all the linguistic tells of a native speaker of English who has received a very poor education and does not read widely if at all. this ignorance is also tied to receiving their news only from a narrow range of low-quality sources. 

this is why i say C$ers, and 0ncers in general, are pretty indistinguishable from Tr*mp voters. they have all the same characteristics, even before we get into the part where they cheer on racism, misogyny, and homophobia. 

dear-kristine-15  asked:

Kind of an odd question but what do you think Dorian or Galathan would do if they saw someone hitting on them? Like how would Gala react to someone hitting on Dorian and not getting the hint that Dorian is not interested?

He would fite them (ง’̀-‘́)ง

But if that ever happens, Galathan would presents himself between them and leaves them with an excuse while escorting Dorian out. Dorian on the other hand, l think he would be more directed with the hints - like coming up to Galathan for a hug and a smooch while giving the other person the stink eye, telling them “If you ever hit on him again, l’mma necromance your dead ass.” kind a thing.

i have some good fic ideas for tg i would like to write about. i just never got around to write them, but i want to talk about them on here, so? here, have this.

- touriko concept: they both hang out at yoriko’s place. touka looks troubled (has too much on her mind, definitely over a boy), so to keep touka’s mind off of things, yoriko decides to strip down to her pantyhose and lacy underwear and starts dancing to songs w/ female vocalists. yoriko has a really nice city landscape of tokyo at her place, so she starts dancing around w/ her windows open in front of touka. as she moves her hips w/ a cup of wine, yoriko chants, “screw boys!”. this makes touka smile. while watching her dance, touka thinks, “if it wasn’t for her, my world would still be black and gray. i’m so glad she’s in my life, idk where i’d be without her.” after touka gets over her shyness, she eventually joins yoriko as well, and strips down to her lacy underwear and tit tapes haha. after dancing for a couple of songs, they end up laying down on the ground and start making out w/ each other.
-touriko concept: its past hours to visit the beach, but that doesn’t stop them from going, anyway. they rush to the beach, play around in the water w/ just in their underwear. they have a moment, and when they were about to have their first kiss, a cop conveniently spots them and ruins their moment. and they both grab for their clothes they had stripped down on the beach and make a run for it.
-hidekane concept: hide is standing in the balcony fully-clothed, smoking a cigar (coping mechanism for his past trauma) as he watches the sun rise. when he’s done, he turns around and smiles as he sees kaneki sleeping peacefully in his bed naked w/ his back exposed to him. hide promised himself to quit smoking cigarettes as he walks inside and starts giving kaneki a bunch of good morning kisses around his face, hair, neck, and all over his body. kaneki groans, and eventually wakes up. he starts kissing hide back and start making out w/ him. when it was time for hide to leave, and do his “morning job”, kaneki refuses to let go of him despite how awful hide’s breath stinks.
-hidekane concept: kaneki doesn’t know how to express love and show affection for another person. so hide guides him. they both end up having a movie night at hide’s place. their legs are crossed and hide eventually passes out on kaneki’s shoulder. kaneki notices this and carries hide to his bed. when kaneki was about to leave, hide reaches out for his hand and tells him to stay. they sleep together while holding hands. eventually, kaneki tells hide how much he wants to touch hide but doesn’t know how. so he tells hide to tell him what to do. so he does. hide tells him to “put his arms around his neck, give him kisses on his hair, forehead, nose, cheeks, down to his neck, and now on his lips” things like that. hide would wrap his arms comfortably around kaneki’s waist, and give him kisses of his own. when hide stops telling kaneki what to do (too preoccupied kissing him around his face), kaneki realizes how much he really likes this whole concept, so he tells hide to keep telling him what to do. hide spents all night guiding kaneki, and kaneki eventually figures out hide’s favorite parts to kiss at, and where he likes being touched at. and eventually, this led them to have passionate sex for the night.
-shuu/hide concept (tg verse w/ current events): shuu thinks he’s incapable of falling in love with someone. hide proves him wrong. there were nights where hide would make shuu dance w/ him to pop songs. and one night, shuu would break down crying in front of hide. he tells hide how unfair kaneki is treating him, and how his chest would sting whenever he sees him, but doesn’t know why. hide places shuu’s hand on hide’s chest, and tells him, “do you feel that? that’s love. it’s the same. what you’re feeling right now is love, and rejection.” for some reason, shuu doesn’t understand what hide is trying to say. other nights, hide would listen to shuu read to him. hide would absent mindedly begin to run his fingers through shuu’s hair, and cherish his neck and shoulders w/ the brush of his fingers. and shuu ends up liking this. he doesn’t tell hide to stop, so hide continues doing this. b/c of this, shuu starts craving for more, and he realizes he wants to spend more time w/ hide now compare to anyone else. shuu doesn’t know what to do w/ these feelings, why would he feel this way only when he’s around hide. so he tells hide one night about this (without telling hide it’s him who he’s feeling this for). after listening to him, hide tells him that he’s probably starting to like this person. shuu is shook. since that night, hide started to drift away from shuu. shuu doesn’t like this. now that he can put a word to these feelings, he comes to realize that these are the exact same feelings he once had for kaneki as well. he doesn’t know how to feel about this either, and he gradually understands what hide tried to say to him on that night he ended up crying in front of him. the sting on his chest was because his feelings were rejected. now that he’s become aware of hide. shuu started to realize the way hide would look at kaneki, and the way they would seem too close, and comfortable w/ each other for shuu’s comfort. shuu realizes that he’s starting to feel jealous. after jumping around for a while, hide & shuu officially became a couple.

Why Didn’t You Tell Me

I don’t know why, but Eric wanted to “personally train” me. Apparently, I must stink at this initiation thing.
So now, Eric and I were on a run. For how long? I don’t know. But we started a while ago, and were still going, so we must be going really far. This wasn’t a good idea. Not at all. Why? Because I’m starting to have trouble breathing. Well isn’t that normal for someone who is running for a long time? Sure, I guess. But the thing is, I have Asthma. And do you know what that means? When it gets hard for me to breathe, that means I’m most likely about to have an Asthma attack. Well don’t Asthmatic people have an inhaler? Yeah, but I forgot mine.
I start to wheeze, and I let out a huge cough. Thinking I could handle it, I kept running. It can’t be that bad, right? Wrong. I start coughing again, and I slow down. Obviously, Eric doesn’t hear me dying behind him, because he’s still running along.
“Eric!” I call out. “Eric! Wait! Stop!”
He slows just a little and says, “No. We need to get you trained.”
He still hasn’t heard me coughing. Not having any choice, I stop on my own. Eric keeps running, thinking I’m behind him.
I fall to my knees. I’m coughing so much, I have tears on my face. I needed my inhaler. I needed it now.
I hear footsteps coming towards me, and Eric’s voice saying, “Y/N! I told you –are you okay?”
He kneels down next to me. “Y/N, what’s going on?” His voice is laced with concern.
“I’m having an Asthma attack.” I wheeze out.
“What? You have Asthma? Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“You never asked. And I thought it would make me look weak.” I say in between coughs.
“That would never make you look weak. Where’s your inhaler?”
“I left it. I was in a hurry.”
So, Eric helped me up, and half dragged me all the way to the compound, where I finally got my inhaler.
“Next time, tell me about things like this, Y/N.” Eric says as I breathe in my air from my inhaler.
“I definitely will. I learned my lesson.” I respond. I don’t know why, but Eric wanted to “personally train” me. Apparently, I must stink at this initiation thing.
So now, Eric and I were on a run. For how long? I don’t know. But we started a while ago, and were still going, so we must be going really far. This wasn’t a good idea. Not at all. Why? Because I’m starting to have trouble breathing. Well isn’t that normal for someone who is running for a long time? Sure, I guess. But the thing is, I have Asthma. And do you know what that means? When it gets hard for me to breathe, that means I’m most likely about to have an Asthma attack. Well don’t Asthmatic people have an inhaler? Yeah, but I forgot mine.
I start to wheeze, and I let out a huge cough. Thinking I could handle it, I kept running. It can’t be that bad, right? Wrong. I start coughing again, and I slow down. Obviously, Eric doesn’t hear me dying behind him, because he’s still running along.
“Eric!” I call out. “Eric! Wait! Stop!”
He slows just a little and says, “No. We need to get you trained.”
He still hasn’t heard me coughing. Not having any choice, I stop on my own. Eric keeps running, thinking I’m behind him.
I fall to my knees. I’m coughing so much, I have tears on my face. I needed my inhaler. I needed it now.
I hear footsteps coming towards me, and Eric’s voice saying, “Y/N! I told you –are you okay?”
He kneels down next to me. “Y/N, what’s going on?” His voice is laced with concern.
“I’m having an Asthma attack.” I wheeze out.
“What? You have Asthma? Why didn’t you tell me this before?”
“You never asked. And I thought it would make me look weak.” I say in between coughs.
“That would never make you look weak. Where’s your inhaler?”
“I left it. I was in a hurry.”
So, Eric helped me up, and half dragged me all the way to the compound, where I finally got my inhaler.
“Next time, tell me about things like this, Y/N.” Eric says as I breathe in my air from my inhaler.
“I definitely will. I learned my lesson.” I respond.

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Requested By Anon.

Request: Can you do an imagine where the reader forgets to take her inhaler before going for a run with Eric (who is her tough, scary trainer) so inevitably as Eric pushes the reader has trouble with their asthma? Thanks!


I don’t know why, but Eric wanted to “personally train” me. Apparently, I must stink at this initiation thing.


So now, Eric and I were on a run. For how long? I don’t know. But we started a while ago, and were still going, so we must be going really far. This wasn’t a good idea. Not at all. Why? Because I’m starting to have trouble breathing. Well isn’t that normal for someone who is running for a long time? Sure, I guess. But the thing is, I have Asthma. And do you know what that means? When it gets hard for me to breathe, that means I’m most likely about to have an Asthma attack. Well don’t Asthmatic people have an inhaler? Yeah, but I forgot mine.
I start to wheeze, and I let out a huge cough. Thinking I could handle it, I kept running. It can’t be that bad, right? Wrong. I start coughing again, and I slow down. Obviously, Eric doesn’t hear me dying behind him, because he’s still running along.


“Eric!” I call out. “Eric! Wait! Stop!”


He slows just a little and says, “No. We need to get you trained.”


He still hasn’t heard me coughing. Not having any choice, I stop on my own. Eric keeps running, thinking I’m behind him.


I fall to my knees. I’m coughing so much, I have tears on my face. I needed my inhaler. I needed it now.


I hear footsteps coming towards me, and Eric’s voice saying, “Y/N! I told you –are you okay?”


He kneels down next to me. “Y/N, what’s going on?” His voice is laced with concern.


“I’m having an Asthma attack.” I wheeze out.


“What? You have Asthma? Why didn’t you tell me this before?”


“You never asked. And I thought it would make me look weak.” I say in between coughs.


“That would never make you look weak. Where’s your inhaler?”


“I left it. I was in a hurry.”


So, Eric helped me up, and half dragged me all the way to the compound, where I finally got my inhaler.


“Next time, tell me about things like this, Y/N.” Eric says as I breathe in my air from my inhaler.


“I definitely will. I learned my lesson.” I respond.

Happy Birthday, Mari! <3

Alright, I’m still sick but I’m trucking along here! I do it for you, Mari!

If you guys don’t know, Mari is such a sucker for Prince!Percy so that’s what I’m giving her as her super special awesome surprise present. So let’s do some medieval Percabeth? Enjoy!

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“That is the worst effing disguise I’ve ever seen.”

Annabeth had been thinking it before Piper even said it. The pair of them watched as the cloaked figure walked through the market, pausing here and there at each wheeled cart to see what was being sold. He stood out worse than a sore thumb. Sore thumbs, though, could be hidden beneath bandages. No, this was truly, truly awful. No one wore burlap cloaks in the middle of summer, not even the old crone who lived in a hut around the corner. She had enough room in that addle-brained, cat-clawed head to remove a layer when the time called for it. Whoever was trying to hide was either very dumb or in a lot of trouble. Either way, he must be really hot. As in warm. She couldn’t see his face shining with sweat.

But she definitely knew it was a he, based on his gait, and the breadth of his shoulders, and his shoes. Surprisingly enough, she could tell a lot about a person by the way they dress their feet. His shoes were a size too big for him, based on the way the heel dragged through the dusty road. He probably stole them. And they were muddy and had holes and the stink could likely be smelled across town.

Annabeth brushed her fingers over her nose as if she could already catch whiffs of it.

Thieves could spot other thieves, the same innate ability that wolves have when spotting other wolves. Predators amongst the prey, despite how some try to wear sheep’s clothing. 

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Imagine: Chris cuddling with Emmett and someone walks in on them.

A/N: Chris is sad/confused so I decided to make him an imagine to make him feel better :3

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“Mm, do I really have to get up,” Chris groaned, planting his face into the white fluffy pillow and flopping himself over the bed. His left arm and leg draped over Emmett’s ice cold body, but he loved it.

“Yes! I want to kiss you and cuddle you and show you just how much I love you, Emmett murmured into Chris’s ear, earning a big, sleepy smile from Chris. “And i’ll make sure it’s so pleasuring that you’re writhing under the sheets.”

“Sounds fantastic… but it’s cold,” Chris whined, turning his head towards Emmett.

“It won’t be cold when our bodies are pressed together,” Emmett smirked, turning Chris over so that he was laying on his back. He then sat on top of Chris’s bare stomach, earning a small chuckle from Chris. “Don’t worry, baby… I wouldn’t want you to die from hypothermia. Sex, however, would be an awesome way to die,” Emmett joked.

“My last breath better be screaming your name then,” Chris somehow managed to scoot his body up a bit, bringing his knees up so Emmett’s back rested on them as Emmett fell back with Chris’s sliding up.

“Oh, trust me. It will be,” Emmett growled sexily, making sure his skin rubbed against Chris’s. Already, Chris was biting down on his lip, knowing that having sex in the Cullen house was extremely risky, considering the fact that they were all vampires and could hear everything.

Emmett leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on Chris’s neck, knowing that his neck was extremely sensitive. Chris’s fingers wound through Emmett’s hair, showing off his enjoyment of the build up of seduction.

“There are so many things that I want to do to you,” Emmett told Chris as he trailed kisses down his skin, leaving an ice cold chill in its wake. Chris was used to it, though, so the cold on his warm body felt euphoric to him.

But, of course, right before Emmett was just about to get to the extremely pleasurable things, Carlisle had to walk in and ruin the mood.

“Uh, i’m really sorry to interrupt, but there’s a wolf downstairs looking for Chris and if I didn’t come up and get him, he would. I just thought you’d rather have me come in than some mangy mutt,” Carlisle explained sheepishly.

“You have got to be joking. Carlisle, do you know how long I hunted? I have been gone for an entire week trying to fill myself up enough so I could spend a long time with Chris and be intimate and close with him. But, no, let’s just walk in and ruin the mood. This better be worth it, because if not, i’m going to end up killing him,” Emmett growled. “Especially if it’s Paul. He can’t take the fact that I have Chris. It’s the Bella-Edward-Jacob love triangle all over again.”

Once Emmett makes his way downstairs, sure enough, Paul paces across the floor.

“Paul, what are you doing here?” Chris questioned, sighing as he placed his hands on his hips.

“I haven’t seen you in a while. I was beginning to think these leeches turned you into a blood sucking maggot,” Paul mumbles lightly, almost embarrassed about his accusation.

“Paul, the last time we were together, you tried to kiss me. I’m sorry, but I love Emmett and nothing can change that. Not the fact that he’s a vampire, not the fact that he could easily crush me, not the realization that if I don’t turn into a vampire with him, i’ll grow old and wrinkly and die while Emmett is as beautiful as he is right now. Because no matter who does it, I will become a vampire and there’s nothing you can do about that. It’s my choice,” Chris demands.

“But…”

“When the time comes, if you want to be there when I change him, you can. Because then you can see just how much I love him, how we’re meant to be and that you… mean nothing to him,” Emmett snarls.

“Okay, he doesn’t mean nothing to me, Emmett,” Chris scolded, mainly trying to be nice. “Paul, despite his eagerness for fights and anger, he is a really nice and gentle person.”

“Watching him turn? Wow, Emmett, that’s really cute to watch when he’s writhing in pain!” Paul growled.

“And then when he wakes up… your smell will be revolting to him. God, I can’t wait because then he won’t want to be around your stink. Still can’t figure out how he can even stand to be near you, though,” Emmett tells Paul.

“God, I really am Bella,” Chris sighs in disgust, running a hand through his hair. “Paul, i’ll come over later, alright? I kind of want to go back to sleep.”

“You weren’t sleeping,” Paul rolls his eyes, glaring at Emmett. “You were about to fuck him!”

“Sorry for wanting to have sex with my boyfriend?” Chris raises an eyebrow, unsure of how to respond to that.

“Ooh, another thing that you can’t do! Because you’ll never be able to watch Chris sleeping peacefully after we have sex. You’ll never get to trail your hand up and down his bare back and squeeze his ass to make him jump and squeal, and you’ll never be able to pleasure him like I can,” Emmett brags, crossing his arms.

Paul looked like he was going to phase, so Chris gave Emmett a ‘are you kidding me?’ look before standing in front of Paul, placing his hands on his shoulders.

“Paul, i’m really sorry, but I don’t love you. I don’t want to be Bella and drag around a puppy dog for no reason. There’s someone out there for you… you haven’t imprinted yet,” Chris points out.

Paul gulps, knowing that he’s right.

“Fine… i’ll go. But Emily misses you; she wants you to try a new recipe of hers,” Paul chuckles lightly. “Bye…”

And they let him go, sulking out the door before he bursts into his beautiful silver-haired wolf.

“Now i’m not in the mood, i’m angry,” Emmett growled angrily, gritting his teeth. Chris looked over at him, laughing.

“Mm, until I strip down again,” Chris wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

“Or you can tell me about me dragging Jake along?” Bella spoke up, glaring at Chris for the accusation. Although, it was completely true.

“Eh, I don’t want to piss off a vampire just yet. It’s too early in the morning for me. Since Emmett’s not in the mood anymore, i’m going to sleep,” Chris called to everyone, making sure they knew.

Before Chris knew it, Emmett was zooming him up to their room, laying him down in the bed. “You can fall asleep while I give you a massage. God, I love your skin. It’s so soft and nice.”

“I’m definitely okay with that,” Chris grinned cheekily. “And thanks. Although it’s easy to pierce… unlike a vampire’s.”

“I’m not turning you now, Chris, calm down. Now just enjoy your massage and go to sleep.”

The love triangle is back. #CHREMMETT #CHRAUL 

amortentia and alliances

@dr-aco all credit to you for this idea! This took longer than it should have to write, but I finally finished it. Enjoy!

ao3

Hermione has had enough. She’s a mature girl, sure, but everyone has their limits. And there is no way she’s overreacting about this. Harry could even confirm, she thinks, if she asked him.

Except she’s not going to ask him. Because what she’s going to do is not really… allowed at Hogwarts. Not that Harry hasn’t broken the rules before, but he wouldn’t be able to keep it from Ron. And Ron is the one person that mustn’t find out.

Hermione gets to her feet, knocking over a glass and interrupting Ron and Lavender’s face-sucking. Harry looks relieved.

«Sorry,» she says, well aware that it doesn’t sound like she is.

Ron looks up at her with glossy eyes, and Lavender smiles like she knows something Hermione doesn’t. It makes her even more pissed off.

«Where are you going?» Harry asks with his mouth full of food.

«Library,» she says shortly. He nods and turns back to his plate. Lavender grabs Ron’s face and captures his mouth like there was no interruption. Hermione turns and walks out of the Great Hall before she says anything stupid.

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Back at the Gryffindor tower, she pulls the curtains around her bed and takes out the little bottle she has hidden safely in her bag. It was difficult to brew the potion inside without anyone noticing, but Hermione is a persistent girl and it’s not like schoolwork is that hard anyway. Finding spare time really isn’t that challenging.

The little perfume bottle doesn’t seem like much, and nobody would question that it was filled with perfume if they hadn’t known what was inside. She originally considered hiding it in plain sight, but the risk of other girls accidentally (or not so accidentally) using it was too big.

The last couple of days, after the potion was finished, she has mentally debated whether she should actually use it. It isn’t really… morally right, but her real fear is the rules. If anyone finds out she uses Amortentia… Well.

She holds the bottle up and looks at it hesitantly before suddenly deciding, screw it. It isn’t like she’s going to hurt anyone. She’s just doing this to make Ron jealous. Time to show what landed her in Gryffindor.

She takes off the lid and sprays it over her neck, and then a little on her wrists. The familiar smell of parchment and something Ron-like reaches her, and she takes a deep breath and closes her eyes before putting the bottle back under her bed and opening the curtains.

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anonymous asked:

Headcannons on Draco falling in love/in denial with a griffindor? Thanks and have a good day!

(I got real extra with this and I apologize but here have a whole storyline of Draco falling in love with a Gryffindor, his denial, and perhaps a happy ending~?)

Draco Malfoy:

1st Year

  • He definitely thinks you’re cute. Incredibly cute.
  • After his first interaction with Harry he grows disdainful of Gryffindor as a house and openly insults them whenever he can, but he keeps quiet when you’re in earshot.
  • He’ll often stare at you in class, but brushes it off to any of his fellow Slytherins who ask.
  • His interactions with you are minimal, which he regrets, but he has a reputation to keep up.
  • He does say goodbye to you when you’re on the train home, which leaves you and many of your friends confused considering he had never talked to you before.

2nd Year

  • He decides to strike up a conversation about sweets on the train after he sits with you, having stating there were no other compartments open.
  • He doesn’t know how to talk to you at all. He speaks about sweets when the trolley comes around and buys you a nice amount, and looks incredibly happy when you smile at him.
  • Around the castle you chat now and again, but you’re showing fear when the Heir of Slytherin is brought up. He tells you not to worry about it, as he could protect you.
  • There a random conversations throughout the year where Draco learns what he can and cannot talk to you about; you seem annoyed when he speaks highly of blood purity, and it makes him wonder if you’re muggleborn.
  • Leaving that year, you promise to write him a letter or two and he says he’ll do the same, if he has time. Playing it cool only makes you giggle at him before departing.

3rd Year

  • He gets a bit haughty in this year, still not openly flirting despite knowing his crush on you is growing even stronger.
  • He has kept all the letters you’ve sent him over the summer; they’re safely tucked away in his trunk.
  • He’s happy to have all of your attention on him after he’s hurt by the Hippogriff, though you don’t hide that you believe it was his fault he was attacked, and that he should’ve listened to Hagrid.
  • The year is rather uneventful for the two of you, despite various talks of Sirius Black and the dementors. He almost asks you what you’re greatest fear is but afraid you’d ask for his in return, he keeps quiet.
  • He does talk to you far more often, without caring what his friends have to say to him; he tells them he’ll hex them into oblivion if they even attempt to spread a nasty rumor about you.
  • This is the year physical contact is finally established, as you hug him before departing home. He feels his chest tingle and enjoys the feeling before recovering back to his default personality and bragging to his friends about how all the ladies love him.

4th Year

  • Draco wants to greet you with a hug at seeing you again but all he does is ask about your summer quickly before he begins to talk about his own. You sit and listen, looking interested, which causes his chest to tingle again.
  • He’s been getting the tingling sensation lately whenever he’s thought about you. He doesn’t like it, it makes him feel weak, and out of control.
  • He tries to get you to take a Potter Stinks button but you refuse, telling him his sense of humor was getting more sour as the years passed. The comment annoys him.
  • The two of you stop talking for awhile, as it’s clear that you don’t like his hatred of Harry or how biased he was against your house. He feels a bit lonely, but decides to go after someone in his own house.
  • Pansy doesn’t make his heart tingle when she gushes over him, or swoons and compliments him or supports his mean comments. This relationship was better, because he had control. He didn’t need you.
  • When the Yule Ball comes around he wants to ask you, but realizes you still aren’t on speaking terms; he begrudgingly goes with Pansy, though he knows he’ll be looking for you the whole time.
  • You’re with another person which makes him incredibly jealous, and half the night is wasted as he bitterly wonders why he has to feel that way when he’s a great Malfoy and Malfoys get what they wanted.
  • He walks up to you and nearly pushes your date away, telling you that you’re going to be dancing with him; he gives no chance of denial and whisks you onto the dance floor. The rest of the night is spent with him, catching up and acting as if nothing had ever changed.
  • He wants to comfort you about Cedric’s death as he sees you’re clearly upset, but he doesn’t. He feels stupid for not doing it, but he can’t bring himself to comfort you over something that the Dark Lord, his fathers master, had done.
  • That year he receives another hug, but squeezes you a bit tighter as he doesn’t want you to go. When you jokingly comment he releases you, telling you that you were the one squeezing him. You smile, and say maybe you were. He thinks about the comment the entire train ride home.

5th Year

  • He finds immediate power with Umbridge, despite you encouraging him not to; you avoid him, which upsets him enough to gain a bit of hatred for you. You were just like Harry, thinking you were better than him. Well, he’d show you.
  • Discovering you were part of the DA is a shock, but he has nothing to say to defend you; he wants to in his heart, but he has to push back the feelings if he wants to stay in Umbridge’s good graces.
  • You won’t look at him when you pass him in the hall anymore, and his heart aches, but he pushes it down like every other emotion he’s had. He was going to be handed an important task, and soon he’d have to fulfill it; you’d only get in the way.
  • Hearing that you were part of the group that broke into the ministry makes him internally worry about your safety, but he doesn’t dare press anyone for more information in case he reveals his feelings too much. He had to keep them under wraps, or perhaps you’d be in even more danger.
  • You two are still not on speaking terms when it’s time to leave, and he watches you from afar longingly as you wave goodbye to all of your friends. He wants to feel your skin against his, your body pressed against his chest. When Pansy comes to him, he grabs her hand and pulls her into a hug; it’s not the same.

6th Year

  • He feels depressed, burdened, and the only one that can bring him happiness hasn’t sent him a single letter over the summer. You still weren’t speaking with him, and he only gets a quick glimpse of you at the opening ceremony.
  • You run into each other in the empty hall and you stare at him, pointing out it looks like dark circles were beginning to grow underneath his eyes. He growls out that you should mind your own business before storming off.
  • He regrets the last interaction between the two of you but says nothing, and instead remains focused on the task he’s been given by the Dark Lord.
  • You try to talk to him again but he ignores you, not wanting to bring any of the spotlight onto you after he does what he has to do. Brushing you off was one of the hardest things he had to do, but he couldn’t willingly put you in danger.
  • He realizes late at night, while laying in bed, mulling over his plots and plans to complete his task, that he’s in love with you. Completely. There was no other person that could replace you. He’s satisfied he’s come to the conclusion, but his heart grows heavy when he realizes he can’t act on it.
  • He had to do what he had to do.
  • He approaches you in the hall, the night of Dumbledore’s death, and corners you. You say you don’t want to talk to him, but he tells you it’s important.
  • “I’m sorry. I love you.” And he walks off, leaving you in a stunned silence. When you manage to gain your wits about you again, you call out to him, but he doesn’t respond.
  • That year you leave with a heavy heart, terrified for the future, and wondering if Draco was the one who had done the deed. You don’t want to question it further. He hadn’t even given you a chance to say that you loved him, too.

7th Year

  • You try to write to him, but none of your letters are answered. He hides them from Voldemort and the other Death Eaters stationed in his house, afraid you’ll become a target should you be perceived as his weakness. You are his weakness.
  • He wants to write back, but doesn’t know what to say. How could he explain any of this to you? You wouldn’t understand.
  • He returns to Hogwarts and does his best to avoid you; you take notice, and decide to back off for a time. He is relieved, but doesn’t know you still haven’t given up on him.
  • You rebel at any costs against the Death Eaters that are stationed in the castle, and it hurts him to see them punish you; he speaks up once, and they leave you be, but he can hear them muttering about your relationship with him.
  • He tells you to stop, to accept what’s happening and not to get yourself hurt but you refuse; you demand he tell you exactly what’s been going on with him, but his throat is suddenly dry and he can’t speak.
  • He talks to you here and there casually, but always out of the eyes of Snape, and the Carrows; he wanted to protect you in the only way he could, and that was by not having others see you were involved.
  • One night while walking together after hours, even with the threat of punishment from the Carrows lingering around, you find Draco alone, staring longingly at the sky outside of a castle window.
  • You tell him that once this is over, once Harry has defeated the Dark Lord, you would forgive him; you lean over and kiss him gently, his face burning by the time you pull away and hurry back to your dormitory. That had felt exactly as he had imagined it would, perhaps even greater.
  • He’s terrified during the Battle of Hogwarts, avoiding all types of spells being thrown around as he desperately tries to find you; every dead body seems to have your face until he takes a closer look, and he begs any powerful being who will listen to him to keep you safe.
  • When he finds you he drags you away from the battle as you insist you want to stay, but he tells you he needs to talk to you; he explains, finally, what had been happening in his life, including troubles with his family. He’s tired. He’s tired of it all, and he doesn’t want to serve the Dark Lord.
  • You wrap your arms around him and tell him it’s okay, he had made a huge mistake, but now was the time to make up for it. Even if he didn’t think you could understand his fear, you could. You tell him to get to safety, giving him another kiss and whispering one last ‘I love you’ before you head off into battle.
  • He watches you go but knows he wouldn’t love you as much as he did if you didn’t have that mindless Gryffindor bravery and courage. He heads off to find your parents, confident that you’ll survive; you had promised to forgive him, and to help him atone for his sins. You had to survive.
  • The battle is over. Voldemort has died. His family stands awkwardly in the center of all the deaths that they had helped to cause, even if in the end they had chosen each other over the Dark Lord. You cautiously approach Draco, unsure if he would want to see you in front of his parents that you’d never met, but the instant he sees you he’s holding you in a tight hug.
  • He finally asks you to be his girlfriend, and you agree on the condition that he helps with the efforts to rebuild Hogwarts and have peace truly return. He respects your wishes, his ideologies now lining up with yours as he realizes if he had listened to you, none of this would have happened.
  • Promising to listen to you from here on out, he plants a sweet kiss on your lips as he imagines his future; much brighter, happier, more filled with love that he had never thought he’d have.
Have you ever just had enough?

Like when you spent days studying but you still fail the test?

Or no matter how many revisions you write, the essay still stinks?

Or even when you forget to bring your calculator to class?

It’s going to be okay. What’s the worst that can happen? 

You fail the test?

You fail the class? 

Your parents tell you you’re a disappointment?

Remember this:

There will always be another test. Even if you fail the IB test, there are still November/July tests. And there’s always next year. Don’t give up.

Also: you are not defined by your grades. You are still an amazing person even if you get a F- in that physics or art or math class. NEVER let anyone tell you otherwise.

I promise it’ll be okay <3

As testing/finals season is approaching, I just wanted to remind you guys that you should be proud of yourselves for making it this far and that as long as you keep working on it, you will get there. It might take a weeks or months or even years, but you’ll get it. So don’t give up and have a wonderful day <3

SNK Readthrough: Volume 14 Part 20

So this guy walks into a bar….

It’s tempting to make fun of Kenny’s posture and the silly little bartender who squeaks throughout the whole chapter.  It would be funny in the situation wasn’t so dreadful.

Kenny the Ripper is real. Levi lived with him for a time as a child. He was Kenny’s pride and joy, an excellent student. Levi remembers the lessons he was taught. They influence him even now.

What lessons did Levi learn? How to stalk people, how to target them, how to stay concealed. Never get cornered. What else?

It’s hard not to think back to the courtroom scene. How skillfully Levi beat Eren. His words to court take on new meaning, “This is just my personal opinion – but I’ve always found pain the most effective punishment.”

Whatever their relationship was, it’s changed. Kenny is trying to kill him. This is no cat and mouse game. An armed gang surrounds him.

Kenny is verbally abusive as well, making fun of Levi’s height and telling him he stinks. He calls Levi a filthy rat.

I suppose if you wanted to hurt Levi, those would be exactly the things you’d say. We know he’s a clean freak and sensitive about his height.

Despite the insults, Levi doesn’t react. He maintain his calm composure and takes Kenny by surprise with his escape.

I’m very intrigued by Kenny’s accent. The Kondansha version consistently uses “ya” instead of “you”. It makes me wonder where he is from originally.

anonymous asked:

I sense that Susan probably isn't the type of person who would be okay with Oliver spending so much time with his ex-fiance, who he clearly still has feelings for. I'm kind of waiting for that cliche moment where she tells him she doesn't like how much time he spends with Felicity and for him to be like "well fuck you. bye."

YASSSSSSS

ALL THIS

Susan getting jealous AF and throwing a bitchy fit. Giving Felicity the stink eye and going out of her way to be mean to her. And it comes on the tail end of Oliver finding out that she knows about Russia so Team Arrow SHUTS HER DOWN. Hardcore. So much that she’s forced to leave Starling and move to Central City. 

(Where she can shit on the Flash next)

More Than Just Boners for Clarke: Similarities Between Bellamy and Lexa, A Summary

Introduced As An Antagonist Only To Become An Ally In Under Four Episodes: Bellamy claimed he was going to cut off Clarke’s hand and Lexa told Clarke Finn was dying because of her.  In less than a week both had come around to giving Clarke heart eyes instead of plotting her death and/or blaming her for someone else’s actions.

Not Really A Fan Of Feelings: Season Two Lexa tells anyone who will listen love is weakness because that’s how she convinces herself it’s true; Season One Bellamy spends his entire time on the at the dropship pretending he doesn’t care about anyone while simultaneously angrily caring in their general direction.

Holds Knife To Throat Of Future Sexual Partner And/Or Future Sexual Partner Holds Knife To Their Throat: Bellamy and Raven, Lexa and Clarke.

Pretends Said Knife Play Doesn’t Turn Them On; Has Sex With That Person A Few Episodes Later: Ditto.

Has Father Figure With Unfortunate Murderous Tendencies: Titus “What Is Aiming” Baldhead and Charles “I Don’t Need No Stinking Geneva Convention” Pike, respectively.

Desperate For Approval From Murder Dad: Lexa parroting Titus’ “love is weakness” mantra while Bellamy insists he and Pike are “doing what is necessary” even though Bellamy and Lexa both know it’s a lie.

Eventually Decides Murder Dad Figure Has Gone Too Far: Lexa when she yells at Titus in 3x07 and then later dies, Bellamy when he realizes Goatee Dad is going to kill Beard Dad.

Launches Attack On People Posing No Goddamn Threat Just Because: Lexa sends her warriors to kill the kids at the dropship just for existing, Bellamy and Pike go kill Indra’s warriors just for existing.

Thinks “Locking Someone In A Box” Is The Proper Way To Keep Someone Safe Because Someone Clearly Failed Them In Their Childhood: Bellamy and every interaction he has with Octavia in the first season; Lexa and her “I’m arresting you for your own good, Clarke” fetish in third season; Bellamy and his “I’m arresting you for your own good, Clarke” fetish in third season.

Surprising Show Of Mercy So The Audience Knows They’re Redeemable: Lexa allows Clarke to mercy-kill Finn; Bellamy convinces Pike to spare Indra’s life.

Murders Someone Because It Looks Badass But Is Ultimately Unsustainable As a Policy And Makes You Question Their Judgment: Lexa going all this is Sparta on the Ice Nation ambassador; Bellamy killing the messengers who ask for Pike.  

Pretends Super Hard Clarke Doesn’t Mean Anything To Them With Occasional Slipups: Lexa for pretty much her entire time on the series except when she kissed Clarke and then when she banged her; Bellamy for pretty much his entire time on the series thus far except for when he touched her hair and when he roamed around enemy territory crying and screaming her name.

Cries When Clarke Is Leaving: Bellamy in the season two finale, Lexa in the Lexa Show finale.

Willing To Call Clarke On Her Bullshit: Lexa telling Clarke if she wants to kill Emerson for revenge she has to do it herself; Bellamy pointing out Clarke fucking left Arkadia so no she doesn’t get to swan back in three months later and expect him to be her lapdog.

First Instinct Is War; Clarke Convinces Them Otherwise: Literally every interaction these two have with Clarke involving discussions of war and force goes “let’s get revenge” and then Clarke goes “how about no” and the other one goes “okay sure also you’re pretty.”

Deliberately Creates Dramatic Moment Because At Heart They Are A Dramatic Hoe:  Lexa lounging on her throne playing with a goddamn knife in season two for no reason other than it looks badass; Bellamy closing the gates at the dropship while ominously telling himself “There’s a storm coming,” in a delightful moment that was both foreshadowing and needlessly dramatic.

Boner For Clarke: This is literally Bellamy and Lexa’s middle name.