i am english i should know

anonymous asked:

could you write an imagine in which eric and dyl are about to shoot up the school in just a few days, but somebody else does it before them and they are survivors and they are so terrified and feel so shocked because they were planning to do the same? there's nothing cute about this imagine, i was just bored today at school and came up with this idea. i am very curious how reb and vodka would act after such an event, how they would change their minds um and sorry for my english:(

i actually do wanna write this, should i do this? the reason why i’m asking u guys is because i wanna know if u would wanna read it haha. i’ll put a little more time into it and make it more detailed for sure! :-) and don’t worry, ur english is perfectly fine ! 


(This comic is read from right to left in order)

Finally a true excuse for me to draw this Gintama plot.
Plot from: Gintama comic lesson 65

But, yup, gotta answer Edgepuff to be my favorite Papcest. Here are Proves if ya don’t believe: ❤️❤️❤️
Like I may really have a thing on those tsundere asshole/cinnamon roll type of ships, also one of my first favorite Fontcest artist do drew Edgepuff as well (if you know who I am talking winkwonk), so it is kinda planted deep in my heart… and this is probably the fluffiest ship from my Fontcest fandom fleet lmaoooo.

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the signs as brazilian twitter phrases badly translated into english
  • aries: you are so fake that you should be called fakian
  • taurus: every day is a 7 against 1
  • gemini: i don't have patience for who's starting
  • cancer: another hard day for the zenemies
  • scorpio: lost case, not even the devil wants it
  • capricorn: i am busy doing a lot of nothings
  • aquarius: riend this way i can't defend you
  • pisces: looks like the game has turned, isn't it?
Please Swifties: I desperately need your help to send this letter...


I know you probably get thousands upon thousands of messages and letters a day, but if you have time, it would mean the world to me if you could read this when you come back to Tumblr. Even if you don’t see this, if you don’t respond, at least I know these words are out there, and maybe these words will resonate with others. But first, I think I should introduce myself. My name is Sarah, I am eighteen, I study English Literature and I want to go into academia researching medieval literature. I’m oh so slightly introverted and shy (and wheat intolerant). I love the countryside and old things (especially Polaroid cameras and vinyl records- I don’t have one though), I love to bake, I love to read, I love to learn, I love to write. I’ve been listening to your music since I was ten years old, ever since I heard Love Story on the radio on the way to school. I didn’t stop dancing around to ‘Fearless’ for 6 months straight after my parents bought it for me. Then I Went out and bought ‘Taylor Swift’. Thus begins this magical saga.

'Fearless’ was the first time I realised the truth in your words “people haven’t always been there for me, but music has”, because I had a very odd passion for a ten year old, I loved to read and learn, I loved to be alone and write poetry. And people thought it was weird, I remember listening to your music, your first two albums and I saw myself. I saw my own insecurities and desires in 'Taylor Swift’, I felt like you knew what it was like to stand on your own, to take the high road. I saw my own romantic fairytales in 'Fearless’, I knew all too well the lessons learned. I remember when it felt like I was alone, I could feel close to you, like you could understand my ten year old self. I felt like you had rummaged through my journal and written them into 3:30 minute songs, The Outside, Tied Together With A Smile, Love Story, Breathe, White Horse, Change. Those are the songs I will always go back to when I’m having a tough day. I still remember how when I was twelve, I realised I didn’t fit in, even more so now that 'cliques’ were becoming a thing, I didn’t get invited to parties, I didn’t even have a clique. I would read at lunchtimes, I was ostracized because I didn’t like what everyone else wanted to love… And 'Speak Now’ showed up just in time. For the next one and a half years it was all I listened to, YOU were all I listened to. You gave me your shoulder to weather the storm. You were on my side, fighting my corner when I felt no one else was.

I remember when I was fifteen, the friends I had made at the start of upper school had drifted away from me, I had lost my grandfather to cancer. I felt so lost and so heartbroken, and like some miracle, there was 'Red’. And I remember I played that album for months when it came out, for what seemed like years when I fifteen. I would always start at 'All Too Well’. It’s one of my favorite songs…. I don’t know who got me out of that, maybe it was you, my family, I think it’s a bit of both. Let’s just say you both helped build the rungs to the ladder.

When I was 16, my relationship with my biological father (our relationship has always been strained because… nevermind) it wavered on the verge of falling apart, little did I know that two years later I would make the decision to part ways with him. I thought my life was over, I thought that I wasn’t strong enough to get through it and just like that, you did it again. 1989 came out. It was summer. It was strong. You had come alive, into your own. It showed me what I could be, if I let go of what I couldn’t change, what I could be if I believed in myself. Rather than my mirror, you became the person I wanted to be. You quite literally saved my life. 'Clean’ saved my life. 'I Know Places’ saved my life. Every. Single. Song. On. That. Album. Saved me. And I can never thank you enough for that. I remember going to see you in Hyde Park with my best friend and it was one of the best nights of my life. I came into my own. I came away with a confidence I hadn’t felt in months. I remember listening to that most magical clean speech with the desire to fight harder than ever.

I feel like you are a constant in my life now. I feel like, every time you release an album… It’s always in the nick of time to save me from disaster, or to help me through something, or to make me wanna get up and dance. And I will never stop thanking you for that. You have inspired me to love myself. To be confident. You have helped me become patient with others. You have made me stronger because you believed in me. You believed in me the way my Mum and Step-Dad do. You love me the way I love my three little sisters. You have embedded yourself into my life, and I haven’t even met you, in truth I don’t actually know that much about you… But I feel like I do. Is that weird? Thank you Taylor, for being here all this time. Thank you endlessly. I will never stop thanking you. And I will never stop loving you, and if I ever get the honor of meeting you one day I will tell you this myself. And yes I shall probably cry doing it.

I hope to God you hear this. I hope, through whatever means, that this finds you, it’s like a message in a bottle, right?

Love, Sarah :)


Originally posted by cyyphr

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Angst, School AU, Smut

Summary: When you love someone so deeply, so irrevocably and so passionately is it really possible to keep it hidden? You knew you were screwed from the moment you met Min Yoongi, your new English teacher, he knew it too.  As the feelings between the two of you grow you have to face a difficult decision, are you really willing to forsake everything for this forbidden love? 

You always thought it was weird how some mornings, you wake up completely oblivious to the fact that in a few hours time, your entire life will have been turned upside down.  It’s like you wake up, eat breakfast and leave for school, and it’s all just so normal yet by the time you shut your eyes to sleep that night you’re questioning whether anything can ever be normal again.

That’s exactly what it was like the day you met Min Yoongi.

You were sitting in your English classroom marvelling at how slowly this day seemed to have dragged, you impatiently tapped your pen against the paper of your notepad and gazed up at the clock every other second. Right now there was nothing you wanted more than to go home and spend the rest of the day in your pyjamas watching TV shows.

There was a new English teacher and today was his first day teaching your class. And he was already ten minutes late.

Your actual teacher was on maternity leave so he would just be filling in for awhile whilst she was away, considering English was one of your best subjects, all you could do was hope that this guy wasn’t totally useless and that your grades wouldn’t dramatically fall.

You were tired and felt sore from clearing tables for a ridiculous amount of hours at the cafe last night, you moved your hand to rub the back of your aching neck and you inadvertently let out a sigh, it must have been quite loud because the guy sitting next to you gave you a quick wink, you quickly look away, blushing.

You didn’t have time for this right now. You just wanted to go home and not have to deal with all these people.

It was after another five minutes that finally, the classroom door opened, slowly, like he was purposely trying to build up suspense, but you didn’t care and went back to staring at the lines on the paper in front of you.

But when you finally looked up again and laid eyes on the man that stepped in through the door, well that was the moment everything changed.

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The Nights are Cold [Killer!JK/Killer!VKook AU Oneshot]

I had been so immersed with this certain AU that is rotating around the twitter community these days and i had decided to create a oneshot to contribute in this project~

To those who didn’t know, a korean artist in twitter, @jung_kkuu has started an AU where Jungkook is an assasin, while being a top student in school at day. Later on, in her tweets she told us the backstory.

The backstory was Jungkook was abandoned, and was taken in by Taehyung, who was leading a mafia organization to teach him everything to become an assasin. 

To say that i am enthralled with the concept is an understatement!

[ Warning!! Violence, Death, Gore, implied BoyxBoy. If you are not comfortable with such things, i am warning you already! ]

Maybe i should warn you all about Kim Taehyung being so sexy? Meh. You guys know it already HAHA. Enjoy! 

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You got me fucked up, you know that?
You really got me fucked up
You’re a selfish ass piece of shit
You only think about yourself without putting me in the picture
What am I even to you?
Do you even care about me or you’re just keeping me around because you’re bored?
Just tell me what you want from me
Tell me what I should do when I’m falling for you and you don’t even give a fuck
Like what am I supposed to do?
If you don’t love me anymore, just tell me and I’ll go my way
If you don’t have feelings for me anymore, let me go
Don’t be a pussy just because you’re scared to hurt me
I’ve been hurt my whole life
You are a fool if you thought you were going to be the first to hurt me
If you know there’s no futur for us, just say it
I don’t want to lose my time with someone who don’t even love me
Like what the fuck?
You know how in love I am with you, you fucking know it
So why are you doing this to me?
Why are you keeping me around if you know you don’t feel the same way?
What the fuck is wrong with you? 
Love is not a game, so grow the fuck up you piece of shit
—  L

Feb. 14, 2017 | 11:58 AM PST

♡ Happy Valentine’s Day, studyblrs ♡

My final exam for this one psych class is this week, and my anxiety has been really bad.  I had a reflective essay due last week, but I felt so apathetic, despite Mom’s constant nagging in her shrill voice and her harsh criticism (HOW ARE YOU GOING TO HANDLE YOUR ENGLISH CLASSES WHEN YOU HAVE SO MANY ESSAYS TO WRITE???  MAYBE YOU SHOULDN’T BE AN ENGLISH MAJOR!!!!  MAYBE YOU SHOULD QUIT SCHOOL AND FIND A JOB!!!!!!!!), and I somehow managed pull it off on the due date.  I don’t even know how, but I earned an ‘A’ on that dismal essay.

Anyways, yesterday’s lecture was not so fun, talking about psychological disorders.  Honestly, I don’t think the instructor’s description of the disorders are entirely accurate.  Oh, and it’s been six weeks and I still haven’t managed to talk to a single person and make a friend during this mini term.  Here’s to a better Spring Semester after a short holiday.

Esther x

Note: Change in photo quality because I used my Dad’s Windows phone this time and the camera is so much better than my Android phone smh

Crayola Fine Line Marker
Daiso Dual Tip Pen
Zebra Sarasa (0.7 mm)

Happy Birthday

Okay istg someone needs to stop me. I either should be resting or studying but here I am writing a very sorry and short scenario for our birthday boy because HE TURNS 20 TODAY!!!
And also I can’t stare too long at the screen so I couldn’t proofread this thing so I’m very sorry if there are spelling or grammatical errors and thought I know it’s no excuse but English is not my first language.
Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this and also let me know in the ask box if you liked it or not and ALSO you could reblog and add your opinion so okay I’ll stop.

Admin Ayu~

Characters: Jaehyun x Reader 
POV: Reader 
Words: 498

If only I could look into his eyes, I’d count the little sparkles they exuded, the number of times he blinked, and the crinkles that formed by his eyes every time he smiled. But I can’t. I can’t bring myself to look him in the eyes and act like it’s not making my heart beat very fast, not making my neck heat up so hot that I feel sick almost, if not entirely. 

   I could see him from the corner of my eyes. He stood beside me as his grip on my hand tightened softly, his jaw dropped slightly as his eyes followed every single sprinkled dust of light and flickers dancing across the sky. I was happy that I got to bring him to my neighbourhood for a visit, something he had begged for his birthday present. And one of the specialities here was that on every Valentine’s Day night, just before it hit the midnight and kicked off into the 15th, my neighbours would arrange for fireworks to radiate their joy for love and its celebration across the entire neighbourhood. This year was no different, and I wanted him to witness it all with his own eyes. 

   "This is… beautiful…“ he muttered as he visibly made efforts to look away from the sky and at me, failing terribly. 

   I sighed softly and smiled. I don’t know from where but I managed to gain strength to move his hand closer to envelop it in both my own hands before muttering, "Happy Birthday, Jaehyun." 

   He whipped his head toward me and smiled and somehow I also managed to turn my head toward him and look him in the eyes. They were exquisitely beautiful, ethereal in their own ways, cosmic in their own senses. They seemed to hold the world or at least that’s what it seemed like to me. They were holding my world, and all I wanted was to become a part of it. 

   "I love you, too.” he suddenly said, making my heart stop for a while as I gaped at him. 

   He had surely misheard what I had said. I’d not blame him since it was pretty loud with the fireworks and neighbours around us as they enjoyed the scenery that had left my boyfriend of 10 months in awe. That also meant that that’s what he had wanted to hear from me since it was the only thing he could make out in this lovely chaos. The thought alone made me smile to myself and I drowned in the river of content as it became one large sea.

   I decided to let him believe that I did confess what I had held in the back of my mind for months then. It was better. I took a step closer to him and stood on my tiptoes, closing my eyes and lightly puckering my lips. His free hand smoothed over my cheek before cupping my face, his breath fanning my lips before he kissed me.


I’ve just worked out why I can never find true love. Why’s that? English girls. They’re stuck-up, you see, and I am primarily attracted to girls who are, you know, cooler, game for a laugh… like American girls. So I should just go to America. I would get a girlfriend there instantly. What do you think? I think it’s crap, Colin. Ahh no, that’s where you’re wrong.

Studyblr Introduction

Hi, My names Isabelle. 

I have wanted to start a studyblr for a while but I didn’t know if I should, I don’t have perfect handwriting and everything so I didn’t think any of my content would be very good. But I have recently had some motivation to give it a try. 

I wanted to start this mostly because it would be very good motivation for me to do better in school and to not procrastinate. I also just love the studyblr community and all the people in it. 

A few facts about me:

-I’m a freshman in high school

-I like History and English

-I am online schooled

-I have a cat who loves to distract me while I’m trying to work

My favorite studyblrs who never fail to motivate me are:

@studyign @graphis @milkteastudies @stationary-studies @stu-die-ing @studyblr @studyplants @studywithmaggie @thestudynotes 

Yesterday, despite my fever, I tried to write but then I reached the point where I wasn’t sure if “here” was a real word. Like, it looked weird. So I stared at the word in suspicion until I looked it up in my dictionary just to be sure.

And then I had this weird realization that the Danish word for “here” is “her”, but in English “her” means something completely different and the Danish word for “her” is “hun”, but the English word for “hun” is “hunner” in Danish and then I think I might have fallen asleep.

…But “here” is still a real word even though my brain is still keeping an eye on it.

People like me who came to England in the 1950s have been there for centuries; symbolically we have been there for centuries. I was coming home. I am the sugar at the bottom of the English cup of tea. I am the sweet tooth, the sugar plantation that rotted generations of English children’s teeth. There are thousands of others beside me that are, you know, the cup of tea itself. Because they don’t grow it in Lancashire, you know. Not a single tea plantation exists within the United Kingdom. This is the symbolization of English identity—I mean, what does anybody in the world know about an English person except that they can’t get through the day without a cup of tea?

Where does it come from? Ceylon—Sri Lanka, India. That is the outside history that is inside the history of the English. There is no English history without that other history.

—  Stuart Hall, “Old and New Identities, Old and New Ethnicities”
gaybrielswan replied to your post: in case you ever want to know what kind of shit…

Can I say as an english major that that’s actually not bad at all? The repetition creates an image in the reader’s mind and also contributes to the overall feeling of the moment. If you did it twice in a row, it would be confusing at best. But four times actually makes it seem stylized and well-written!

oh gosh you’re so sweet! thank you! tbh i was going with the what i like to informally call the 3 + 1 style, where three establishing a pattern and the fourth breaking it somewhat. i do it in poetry a lot, three lines having a rhythm and the fourth one breaking it, so kinda end up doing similar things in writing. hence the three uses of the phrase in one meaning (the outside world) vs the fourth in another meaning (internal world), creating some fun flow

okay but look at him while magnus and mahdi are talking you can see how nervous he is and how scared, he’s still deciding if he should tell them or just let them get distracted, still steeling himself for it and then he looks at jonas and remembers someone’s there who knows and accepts him and that does it for him and then he’s so awkward and doesn’t know what to say or how to say it but hE GOES THROUGH WITH IT I AM SO PROUD OF HIM


JAPP: Well, let you taste some proper English cooking. That’s your mashed potato, this is your peas - mushy peas, we call them. You’ll love ‘em. And this, the pièce de résistance - faggots.

POIROT: Faggot?

JAPP: Faggots. And there’s spotted dick for afters.


JAPP: Yes. It’s called that because …

POIROT: But this is tragic, Chief Inspector!

JAPP: No, no, it’s fine.

POIROT: I can eat none of this wonderful food!

JAPP: What? Why?

POIROT: Because… I have an allergy of the faggot.

JAPP: An allergy?

POIROT: Oui. I do not know how you say it in English, but in Belgian it is known as la phobie de faggot.

JAPP: I never heard of that.

POIROT: I am so sorry. I should have warned you.

JAPP: This is a blessed upset, I must say. Still, you can have some spotted dick. You haven’t got a phobie de dick, have you?


Did you know…

…why meat is first of the four elements and it’s an important element?

You probably think you know, but… if the only version what you know is the English one, then you are simply wrong. Even if you are up to date with OFF Wikis:

One look:


But French:

First part is taken as should be: Because without meat, people would have nothing to eat. But after that there is information about… no, not about dying of starvation. For that are completely another words: affamer or mourir de faim, maybe manquer de nourriture, crever de faim… Definitely not dévoreraient, which… yes, comes from the same sources as devour and which any dictionary translates as starvation!

After this mistake english translator maaaaybe could understand les uns les autres as one after another… Or maybe force to mean it? I don’t know, I am really weak from the French, believe me. But dictionaries have no doubt even without context, saying that Elsen when not having meat, would simply devour each other. In this way we have had an preview of what they are capable long before first Library hints about Zone 3. But just in French.
Got7 Reaction: Their foreign girlfriend pretends not to speak Korean when they’re upset with them

anon said: Hot7 (I’m lame) reaction to their foreign girlfriend pretending to not speak/understand Korean when they hurt her feelings and she only responds in English just to be petty (markson should be able to handle this no prob lol)

YOU ARE NOT LAME!!! They are all hot. They totally deserve that name! xD I hope you enjoy! ~Em

Mark: “You do know that i know English right…? I can fight just as well in Englilsh as I can in Korean.”

Originally posted by onlymarktuan93

Jackson: “Sweetie, I speak English too. Do you need me to apologize in all the languages I know? Because I will. I really am sorry.”

Originally posted by jackssion

Jaebum: “I will pull Mark or Jackson into this fight so quickly, you don’t even know. It’s not fair of you to do that.”

Originally posted by jypnior

Junior: “Oh so now we’re gonna pretend that you can’t speak Korean? Okay I guess I just won’t speak to you at all then.” *salty*

Originally posted by the-princejinyoung


Originally posted by markjin

Yugyeom: “Okay that’s fine…I’ll wait for you to grow up a little.”

Originally posted by defsoulfeels

BamBam: *Mr. Sassy here stops talking to you and ignores you talking in English until you start talking in Korean again.”

Originally posted by shytuan



Echotale belongs to @yoralim

Gaster!sans belongs to Borurou

Echotale is the first AU of undertale that I see.
I really love its story and characters(especially Sans ,he is cool=D).
So I colored my doodle on 10/1.(day of glasses).

P.s. Sorry for my poor English. I don’t know if I draw some doodles,should I tag their authors every times on tumblr or not.
I saw most of artists do this.But I am not sure do this many times whether bother those authors.
So there is my first time tag AU author and apologize to previous authors of AUs I drew.

P.s.s. Thank you for your response,Yoralim. :D
I add the author of gaster!sans in caption.
Borurou’s gaster!sans is very cool and I love him so much,too.
I am sorry about that I forgot mentioning author at the beginning.