i don't know if there will be any more parts


-If I told you that earlier….. none of this would’ve happened….. right?

“I love you too” comic… (I’m not creative with names alright… *sniff*)

Guess who’s back with some… ermmm… kind of Poth comic I think….


Fell!Goth and Goth belongs to @nekophy

Test Tube Suspicion

ok so i have a few things about test tube and the next episode part considering they said she would have a bigger role they also said that about knife but this post isn’t about him happy knife day so thats my ticket to talk about this before the episode comes out i would talk about this on test tube day but that seems to be after the release date so i’ll just reblog this on test tube day happy test tube day to the people reading this on test tube day

i think test tube is not who she says she is.test tube is a beloved character as well as most other characters in the fandom but these are the reasons why i don’t trust her

she doesn’t talk much ,ill start with the weakest reason first now this is could be do to introversion or some anxiety disorder but having it in an animated series is kind of weird


this is a video of test tube singing ‘Still Alive’ from Portal as she murders other contestants now this could also be do to joking around because ha ha glados is science who murders people we also have a science character lets make her sing a song from portal but i still count this as a reason because murder is,you know bad. i’d probably see this as a reason even if it wasn’t titled..

TEST TUBES BIG SOLO you know a solo in music a solo is when only one person plays. in a situation where only test tube is in the scene which sounds awesome and could also reveal a side of test tube we haven’t seen before maybe in the next part, maybe later but as the video was it will be most likely shown in

HER LAB you know how many times we have seen her lab in the show? Once. You know how many times its been mentioned after that? None. You know how many people were in there other then her the one time it was seen? Two or one however you see yin-yang.I don’t know about you but that raises some suspicion flags for me. Especially sense the person who could tell people about her lab is eliminated. AND GUESS WHAT SHE DID TO THE ONE(?) PERSON WHO GOT INTO HER LAB



TESTING ON A NOTHER LIVING BEING WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION THE ONE TIME SHE IS VEIWD IN HER LABORATORY also kind of suspicious she was working on something for yin yang before she even showed any one the lab.. and speaking of tests you know what also seems to be very interesting to be tested on


we have no idea what the egg is,how it got on mars,what its gonna be when it hatches if it hatches which is why it should be tested

this happens on screen btw 

but every time egg is on screen fan is normally with it because he is a good loving dad and in mazed and confused she isn’t really in her right mind

we still don’t have enough info on her and the egg to say anything for certain

but you know another reason i don’t think she’s who she says she is?


the thing everyone saw coming in this post at ^this time^ in the inanimate insanity livestream the question is asked “will there be a ‘new taco’ in season two? basically someone who is secretly not who they seem.” adams confused response was “Definitely not in the way taco was” now what did taco do to not be seen as a threat? she acted unintelligent ‘half witted’ in her own words and also made a bond with another contestant who was loyal enough to stick by her side 

now test tube is different yet similar with that she’s definitely not pretending to be half witted quite the opposite in facts flourishes in her vast knowledge and doesn’t hide it but if she is the new taco lets look at some comparisons of how they got the friends to interact with them for the first time 

with taco how she got pickle to side with her balloon was being mean to taco and then pickle stood up for her and then spent the rest of the season smack talking balloon and other things

with test tube she was admiring astrology and fan just..showed up if they both were planning something i don’t think friendship was part of the plan until later

now if test tube is the new taco she definitely fits the bill for not in the way taco was but has the same circumstances on friendship 

and ALL OF THOSE REASONS are the reason i don’t think test tube is who she says she is.

Never Sleeping Again: Part 2


Matthew talked the entire way back to Aglionby Academy and he was not at all bothered by Ronan’s tense silence. Ronan paid no attention to Matthew, and barely any to driving, as he puzzled over Adam Parrish. It was a nice name and suited the slender boy in the faded T-shirt. Adam. Ronan wanted to say the name out loud and taste it in his mouth. Parrish. Adam Parrish. Adam…

“So Adam seems nice, right?”

Ronan jumped in his seat and about jerked the car off the road.

“What?” he asked, voice gruff.

“I said,” Matthew sang out, “Adam seems nice, right???”

“Yes,” Ronan admitted. “But you already knew that, didn’t you? That was your whole ploy, finding me ‘something nice.’”

Matthew hummed happily, sticking his hand out the car window and weaving it through the air.

“Adam is not something,” Ronan added, just so he could finally say Adam’s name out loud.

“Duh!” Matthew responded. “But if I had said ‘Hey Ronan there’s this really cute guy you should meet’ you never would have come with me.”

Ronan shrugged because it was true. “I just never figured you for the sneaky type,” Ronan commented. “Don’t start taking after Declan. Declan lies.”

“I wish you guys would just make up already,” Matthew whined.

“Oh, look, we’re already here,” Ronan said, effectively ending the conversation.

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Drabble Part 2/5

A/N: It’s so strange… I’ll be writing something super sad one second, then something super fluffy the next. Drabbles are weird. XD

Words: 3440

11. (Arno Dorian)

It was a grueling truth, the reality that you may very well die. You looked down at your crimson stained hands, the heat of the thick liquid contrasting with your rapidly cooling body. Death was holding you in its crushing grip, dragging you down, and somehow you were still holding on. Because of him, you realized. You were holding on for Arno.

“Just a little while longer.” He rasped, his feet heavy against the stone rooftop as he shifted you uncomfortably in his arms. Every movement had you crying out, jolting the fiery pain to life. If it wasn’t for the startling fear in Arno’s eyes, you were positive you would’ve already been amongst the dead. But you couldn’t leave him. Your head lolled against his chest, eyelids heavy as you began drifting off. “No,” Arno’s shout startled you back into semi-consciousness. “I’m not losing you today, you hear me?” A hum left your parted lips as you held onto him tightly. Just a little bit longer… “Please,” he begged, the wind whipping against your face as he sprinted even faster, pushing himself to the max. “Don’t leave me like this.”

“Arno,” you choked, your vision swimming. You just needed to hold on… Just… His worried voice was drowned out by the blood rushing around your mind, your heart slowing in your chest. Maybe if you just closed your eyes…

12. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

“Wait,” he growled, pulling you back as you jumped. You fell into his hard body, both of you hitting the ground painfully.

“What?” You seethed as quietly as you could, your eyes flickering between him and your target as you stood back on your feet, dusting yourself off.

“You can not go yet.” He explained as if it made total sense to pull you back from the man who was in perfect position for your blade.

“I need to go,” you argued, pointing down at your target. “If he moves, it will be too hard to find another place to strike. Now is the perfect opportunity.”

“Have you learned nothing?” He hissed, hand tight on your white robes. “What would you do after you had taken his life?”

“I would run there.” You pointed to the stacked boxes that stopped about halfway to the top of a nearby building. “Then I would wait in the hay cart on the other side of the building. After I can scale that building and move along the rooftops silently and efficiently.” You stated dryly, knowing that there was nothing for him to argue. Unfortunately, he was stubborn.

“And what if you get caught by them?” He gestured to two rather large guards waiting by the exit of the alley you were in. “You could not fight them off.” Ouch.

“Are you questioning my ability, Altaïr?” Your voice was laced with annoyance, his haughty tone doing nothing to quell your anger. You’d trained for the majority of your life and you were confident in your abilities.

“That is not what I meant.” He backtracked, hands held up in surrender. “I only mean that you could get injured or worse.”

“That’s part of being an Assassin.” You retorted, watching as his jaw tensed beneath the shadow of his hood.

“Just,” he paused, almost as if he didn’t think he should finish, “be careful.” Half of your mouth tilted up in a smile, a hand pulling your hood down to obscure your face.

“I always am.”

13. (Ezio Auditore)

You sighed heavily into the shining, noon sky. Rome was bustling below, the yells of merchants and buyers alike ringing throughout the heat of day. Pulling both knees to your chest, you watched as men and women prepared for the event to come. You really didn’t want to go to this ball, but your father hadn’t given you much of a choice. There was a sudden change in the atmosphere; where the sun had once shone, a shadow now cast over.

“Ezio,” you greeted stiffly, not bothering to look up at the Assassin.

“What are you doing up here?” He asked, taking a seat next to you. You sent a half smile in his direction, your hands playing with your white robes.

“I needed time to think.”

“For the ball,” Ezio nodded, his muscles tensing. “What happened to your date?” His voice was bitter, a scowl on his scarred lips. That gave you pause, your lips turning up in realization.

“You’re jealous!” You laughed, his scowl deepening at your accusation.

“I am not.” He argued. Continuing to chuckle, you stood up with your hands on your hips.

“You, Ezio Auditore, are jeal-” Your sentence was cut off with a squeak as your back hit the stone tiles roughly, wide eyes looking up to Ezio.

“I am not jealous.” His eyes were like fire, burning every bit of your body they went over. He jerked you up, dropping his mouth against yours vigorously. You moaned against the heat of him, his tongue thrusting in between your lips at the movement. Everything suddenly felt too hot, his hands roaming all over your body with determined curiosity. When he finally felt satisfied, he stood up, leaving you lying on the ground and breathing heavily. You followed his movements a moment afterwards, watching him curiously. He hadn’t moved, instead observing you as his fingers slid along his lips, almost as if just realizing what he’d done. You wanted him, needed him to repeat his actions.

“Jealous,” you breathed, laughing as you took off across the rooftop. You didn’t even have to hear his steps heavy against the stone to know he was following.

14. (Shay Cormac)

The hand on your hip wasn’t exactly uncomfortable, but it wasn’t the one you wanted. The blue eyes shining beneath the lights, crinkled up as he laughed, were not the ones you wished to stare into. The crisp accent that sounded whenever he spoke wasn’t the one you needed to hear. But it didn’t matter. Shay wasn’t there, and even if he was, he would never think of you the same way you thought of him. He was too guarded, too untrusting to allow you that close to him. A soft groan left your parted lips as you tried to tune into the conversation once again. He was talking about trading stuff, at least you thought he was. He could also be talking about his family. You hadn’t the slightest, and honestly, you couldn’t care less. You were scanning the area, your eyes attempting to adjust to the overly bright lights. They really did try too hard at these things. That was when you spotted the dark gaze, looking to you with more intensity than you’d ever seen before. You wanted to call to Shay, but you were cut off before you could start by lips upon your own. It took you by surprise, prompting you to stand absolutely frozen for a whole minute. It wasn’t right, the person you wanted more than anything not being the one moving against your lips. By the time you actually realized what was happening, the man had been thrown off of you by your leather clad savior.

“Shay,” you breathed, watching him intently. He ignored the gasps of the crowds, picking you up with a stiff arm beneath your legs and one behind your back. His movements were swift and silent, that of a trained killer. Your eyes were on his jaw, clenched with tension. Despite how angry he seemed to be, his hands were still holding you as gently as possible. “Shay,” you ground out, trying to understand what he was doing. He slammed you against the side of the estate, keeping you trapped in between his arms while his knee came up to rub in between your legs.

“You’re mine.” He growled, hands working furiously on removing your clothing. You shivered, whether from the actual cold or Shay’s expression, you weren’t entirely sure.

15. (Shay Cormac)

The clatter of your sword hitting the stone reverberated throughout the night sky, weighing down on the two of you like you were carrying the world itself. Your eyes were heavy, reality finally dawning on you. No matter what he’s done, no matter how long he’s been away, you can’t hurt him. You dropped your head, your arms laying limply by your sides.

“I can’t,” you whispered, not daring to look up to him. “I won’t,” you stated louder than before. His leather boots groaned against the cobblestone as he walked towards you, the sound of metal on metal as he re sheathed his blades. A heavy, warm hand rested on your shoulder, prompting you to look into his dark gaze. His eyes were shining with pain, hurt etched across his expression.

“I never wanted to do this.” His voice was barely audible above the distant sounds of the city, the happy cheering only furthering the dampened mood. “I was forced to.” You lifted a hand, placing it ever so softly against his heated cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you soothed, a hand raking through his dark hair as he buried his head into your chest, wrapping you in a tight embrace. “It’s okay,” you repeated again, his hot tears rolling down your chest. You closed your eyes against the wave of emotion, holding him even closer.

“He wants you dead,” he muttered against your skin, his tears still wet against your clothing.

“I know.” And you did. Haytham Kenway had every reason to want you dead. You were an Assassin who had gotten in his way more than enough times to pose a threat. Although, you looked down at the top of Shay’s head, moonlight reflecting off the black tresses, you would never pose a threat to him. You never could; Templar or not, you loved the man.

“I love you,” he said lowly, almost as if reading your thoughts.

“And I love you.” Slowly, he pulled back from your embrace, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

“Go,” he whispered, “Please.” His voice was broken, face twisted in pain. “I can’t…” He trailed off, looking to the ground shamefully. “Please don’t make me hurt you.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “But, Shay, I don’t wish to leave you.”

“I’ll find you again,” he stood a little straighter, determination lacing his tone. “I’ll find you when this is all over and I swear to you, I will make this right.” You nodded, backing away from him. “Just don’t forget me.” His voice was carried by the wind as you ran, your vision blurring with the onslaught of tears and your heart breaking within your chest.

16. (Edward Kenway)

Admittedly, you’d had way too many drinks. But hey, the suave captain sure as hell didn’t seem to be complaining. In fact, he almost seemed to be enjoying it. It’s not like you were doing anything that different than normal, you were just a little less reserved. Your touches lingered a little longer, your words purposely holding double meanings. You couldn’t help it, you were much too drunk and he was much too attractive. You took another swig of your rum, laughing at something one of the drunken crew members said.

“Hand me a little more rum, lass.” Edward whispered, his lips moving against your ear. You shivered, smiling at his wink as you picked up a tankard of rum. You placed a hand on his upper thigh, leaning across the table to hand him the drink. His eyes followed you, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he watched you hungrily.

“This what you want?” You asked, shifting more weight onto the hand on his thigh while simultaneously moving it higher. His throat bobbed as he swallowed roughly, his hand taking the drink from you and placing it on the table.

“Oh, you are just asking for it now.” His voice was husky, causing you to bite your lip while thoughts of him using that tone in other, more pleasurable, scenarios assaulted your mind. He leaned forward again, all the sounds and smells of the tavern drifting away as his breath danced around your cheek. He was speaking, telling you something, but you were too focused on the smell of salt, leather, and alcohol emanating from him. He pulled back, a smirk on his face and primal intent shining in his crystal orbs. Unfortunately, you didn’t hear a word he said. Deciding to take a chance, you squeezed his thigh and sent a wink, abandoning the table in favor of leaving the stuffy pub. You weren’t certain he followed you, at least not until you felt the gentle yet firm hand against the small of your back.

17. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

Your scowl deepened at the look of disappointment in his eyes, your arms unconsciously crossing over your chest despite the ache of protest from your ribs.

“I was doing my job.” You stated curtly, moving your gaze from the Master Assassin. He was angry with you, even though he shouldn’t be. You’d only done what was asked of you; nothing more and nothing less.

“You almost got yourself killed,” he argued, a clamp sounding as he took a step forward. “You were meant to finish your target, not die.”

“I didn’t die.” You ground out, motioning wildly to yourself. You clenched your jaw at the pain that came with the action. “I’m still alive, see?”

“You were barely alive when you stumbled back here.” Both hands held tightly onto the sheets, your eyes diverting down. Maybe you had been a little reckless, but it wasn’t on purpose. You hadn’t meant to get yourself nearly killed. It was entirely an accident. “Did you ever think of how that would make me feel?” Your head snapped up, jaw dropped as he continued in the most irritated of tones. “Do you know what I’d do if you died? If I never saw you again?” He was getting more and more hysterical with each word, finally abandoning talking in favor of wrapping both arms around your upper half. “I thought I’d lost you.” You closed your eyes, softly raking a hand through his hair.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

18. (Altaïr Ibn-La’Ahad)

His eyes were on you like an eagle readying himself for the kill. You had no idea what you’d done to make Altaïr so angry, but it was almost scary. Although, the intensity that you were sure was meant to intimidate you, just aroused you further. He was an attractive man; anybody could see that. But it was more than just his looks that aroused you, it was the way he acted so confidently. Unfortunately, that confidence was giving you pause at the moment. He seemed so sure about something, so angry about whatever it was. So much so that it had you thinking back to every single wrong thing you’d ever done to the man. The list was quite short and none of them happened recently, but still, something was on his mind. You were snapped out of your reverie when a hand whipped out of nowhere, tugging you into a bedroom. Your back was slammed against rough stone, eyes wide as you looked to your hooded assaulter. Altaïr’s muscles were stiff, his frame trapping you against the wall.

“Altaïr,” you breathed, not sure if you should be relieved it was him or only more alert.

“(Y/N).” His voice was strange, the underlying tension bubbling to the surface.

“What are you doing?” You inquired, watching him as his gaze moved down your body slowly.

“I’m sick of watching silently as you tease me everyday.” He growled, eyes blazing.

“Wha-” He cut you off, lips rough against your own. You were frozen, lips parted and eyes still open. Taking the opportunity, he slipped his velvety tongue inside your mouth, hands tightening on your wrists. He tasted of mint and cinnamon and tentatively, you responded to his kiss causing him to drop your hands in favor of holding your face between his palms as he explored your lips with fervor. You were practically putty in his hands, following every one of his bold movements. He didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, his body touching every bit of your own. And, you leaned into his touches, you couldn’t be more glad.

19. (Shay Cormac)

Your combined laughs echoed around the hall as you continued walking down the wooden walkway, Shay by your side. The two of you were reminiscing of past times, something you did quite often, as you made your way to your respective bedrooms. It was a rather nice inn, one that Haytham no doubt picked out. He could be a little… overly grand at times. Oh well, you looked to the Irishman with shining eyes, you’d endure anything Haytham could throw at you so long as you got to spend time with Shay. He smiled warmly back, watching you curiously as you moved to open your door.

“No, that’s the wrong- oh, dammit.” Your eyes were wide, Shay standing directly behind you. It was like everyone was frozen, Hickey looking quite mad as he looked over the woman on top of him to you guys. Your mouth was opening and closing, nothing coming out of it as you just simply shorted out.

“What the ‘ell.” Hickey yelled, glaring at you two.

“I, uh,” Shay tugged at your arm, slamming the door shut to close off the view. “Oh my God,” you laughed, a hand over your mouth as you doubled over. Shay’s chuckle was much deeper as he pulled you down to where your room actually was. “I did not expect that.” Shay was shaking his head, eyes shining with amusement.

“You shouldn’t expect anything less than that from Hickey, lass.” He laughed, warm hand on your shoulder.

“What about from you?” You questioned boldy, a smirk tugging at your lips.

“Aye, you could expect more.” His voice was soft, his hand moving from your shoulder to your cheek gently.

“Then show me.” You challenged.

20. (Connor)

It was too hot, the sheets too uncomfortable against your skin, but you couldn’t move. Not because you were afraid of waking Connor up, but just because you genuinely couldn’t move. He had you wrapped in his two strong arms, one leg thrown over yours, and his head tucked into your neck. Not only that, but he slept like a bear.

“Connor,” you growled, trying to wiggle your way out of his hold. He held on strong, his grip tightening the more you moved. “Dammit, Connor, wake up!” You yelled, flopping around in his arms like a fish out of water. You kept yelling his name, pushing as best you could from inside his embrace, but nothing seemed to be working. “Ratohnhaké:ton,” you screamed, kicking your legs around.

“What?” He questioned, one brown eye peeking open to observe you.

“Move. Over.” You replied, pushing him back.

“Keep still,” he argued, cuddling back into you.

“Connor,” you whined, continuing to move in his embrace. “It’s hot.” This time both eyes opened, his arms holding you even tighter.

“I wish to hold you.” He whispered, a red tint staining his cheeks. That took you by surprise.

“I’m still going to be right here.” You shrugged, watching him curiously. He looked oddly distressed at the thought of having to let you go.

“I know, I just…” he muttered, trailing off when he thought it necessary. You lifted a hot palm to his warm cheeks, a small smile on your lips.

“What’s wrong, Ratohnhaké:ton?” For a second, he didn’t look as if he was going to answer, his eyes flitting down to where your bodies were touching.

“Before I met you, I thought I’d have to be alone. And,” the intensity in his gaze when he looked up was startling, “I don’t want to be alone. I don’t want to be without you.” Your heart clenched painfully, both arms coming up to wrap around his neck.

“I will never leave you.” You promised, resting your forehead against his. “So long as I walk this Earth, I will always love you, Ratohnhaké:ton.” His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed, head moving up and down with his nod.

“May I please hold you?” He asked, voice light. It may be hot as hell, but you weren’t about to deny him that.

“Always,” you whispered, burying your head into his chest. You could feel his smile as he placed a kiss to the top of your head, the soft pitter-patter of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep. Before you drifted off, you heard him speak, tone barely audible.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

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Signing off on his Intentions

Nakamura Tarou (Inuoka)
I had dinner with Kenta-kun!  
Just the two of us!
What to do.  Just the two of us, just us two.
Kenta’s favorite food is olives.  
He’s someone I respect the more I talk to him.  
While I have the chance, I think I’ll apply to be a part of his crew…

Suga Kenta (Hinata)
Don’t just give away my favorite food!  lol
In any case, you have to ask Ryoutarou for the enrollment terms.  

I just couldn’t help but deeply admire the sight of you eating those olives so deliciously.  
I’ll ask Ryoutarou about those enrollment terms!!! lol

Kosaka Ryoutarou (Tsukki)
First I’ll need you to sign this contract.

I laughed way more than I thought I would.  Kosaka-san…

Mmhmm.  It’s important in all things to not just state your intentions.  Written agreements are important.  
Since many things happen in this day and age.  

You’re absolutely right.  
Tomorrow I’ll submit my signature with all my heart behind it.  

I’ll be waiting.

Translation by @nimbus-cloud

i see your regional gothic and i will raise you: outer space gothic
  • You know it is breathtaking and beautiful, so striking that you are not sure you believe it even though you’ve never known your senses to lie. It is beautiful and yet there is something creeping at the edge of your vision, floating behind you and twinkling like a distant star, always blinking out of existence as soon as you turn your head.
  • It is the silence that suffocates you more than anything, more than the lack of oxygen, the pressure on your lungs that feels so foreign. It is a silence so crushing, and then there is a whisper. Radio broadcasts from an earthly war long past bounce between the stars, and occasionally you catch a glimpse of one, full of static and desperation–or, you think you do. You can never really tell what’s real, out here.
  • You are floating somewhere inside Ursa Major, and while each bone is light years from the next, you cannot help but feel like you have indeed been swallowed by some great beast, devoured whole and left to decay in the everlong darkness.
  • They say we are all made up of stardust; it is supposed to make us feel sacred. Instead you feel compressed, you look at the vastness and feel it pulsing inside of you, the bright stars calling every molecule home. You see planets, bold and looming, you feel yourself being pulled into their orbits against your will.
  • You have yet to encounter a black hole, but you are bracing yourself. You know that the silence and emptiness you are experiencing now are childsplay, that getting swallowed with the light will burn more than the fire of any star could. You feel the universe expanding, flowing as if from your fingertips, reaching for something, some endless light beyond it all that you cannot see. You know with every part of you that it is there.
BFFs (Mason x Reader(Platonic))

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Request: “Could you do an imagine where the reader is Masons best friend and just have the imagine be about them being best friends? if that makes sense..? :)”

Word Count: 700+

A/N: sorry this took 5,000 years to get out. i forgot this was supposed to be an imagine so this is more of a drabble but i will more than like post another part that ties in with this. sorry for any typos ❤✨😘

“Son of May which dress should I wear?” I say as I hold up different opinions, he laughs and points to the one on my left. “The one on the left Lady Sift.” I place my goat over my heart and bow as I say, “Asgard appreciates your assistance.” “You’re such a nerd.” I wink at him as I put away the other dress and say, “You know it.”
Mason and I had been best friends since the diaper days. But when he went to beacon hills my mother had other plans and decide she wanted me to start my freshmen year abroad but now that I’m back Mason was helping me get ready for my first day at Beacon Hills High School. “You know I don’t really understand why you’re obsessing over this, it’s not like everyone doesn’t already know you.” I scoff as I pick out my shoes and then turn to mason, “How about because I glowed up. I mean before I was a potato and now I’m French fries.” Mason laughed as he shook his head and said, “I can’t with you Y/N, but I guess you’re right. You have changed a bit.” “A bit? Mason look at me, I have boobs and a butt now! I know that’s not exactly your cup of tea but ain’t nothing bitty about this ass.” Mason stood up as he laughed while making his way to the door, “I’m officially done with you, I’m going to bed I’ll see you in the morning. We’re taking your truck or my car?” “My truck.” He nods his head and give me a hug, “Goodnight Y/N/N, love ya bud.” “Night Mason, love ya too.”
I woke up the next morning refreshed and ready for the day ahead, I quickly showered and dressed then headed downstairs to find my mom and Mason sitting around the island eating breakfast. “Good morning Young One.” “Good morning Wise One.” I say as I greet my mom, I make myself a plate and join Mason. “How’d you sleep?” He nods his head and a bites off a piece of bacon, “Amazing I call dibs on that guest room every time I come over.” I quickly finish my food and put my dishes into the dishwasher, “Alright we should probably get going.” Mason says as he grabs our bags off the floor and passes me mine. I nod my head and grab my keys before saying goodbye to my mom.
As we drive to school Mason fills me in on the people of BHHS and his friends. “I’ll introduce you to everyone that you don’t know but they’re a pretty friendly bunch so you don’t have much to worry about.” I let out a nervous sigh as I begin to turn up the music and mutter out, “If you say so.” We pulled up to my parking spot and as soon as I step out my jeep my nerves kicked into overdrive.
I took a deep breathe and shut my door and walked towards the school with Mason at my side, he put an arm around my shoulder and rubbed up and down trying to soothe me. “I promise the school only seem intimidating from the outside.” “Mas you know I might talk a good game but when it comes down to it my anxiety chews me out something fierce. Maybe I should just go home, come back tomorrow, I mean they’d probably expect the new girl to be late or something.” “Come Y/N you’re a hot mama who can conquer anything.” “Like that time I conquer a whole plate of Tico’s Nachos and got our meals free?” He smirks down at me and says, “Exactly like that!” I chuckle and shake my head as we head to the office to get my schedule then we head to my locker, which thankfully was right next to Mason’s. “Well I’ll walk you to your first class and meet you afterwards. It looks like your second and third classes are next to each other so I’ll meet up with you have third and we’ll eat lunch with my friends, and I’ll introduce you.” “Kay, thanks for doing all this Mas. I’d be lost without you.” “What are best friends for right?
Hope you enjoyed it 😚🖤✨

Originally posted by scottisbae

anonymous asked:

Uh maybe I'm just lost but how are the ships abusive?? I don't play the games and don't know anything other than the chara designs. I'm just genuinely curious fam

Junkrat/mei: mei actively reacts hostile to junkrat and clearly doesn’t like in anywhere near him
Junkrat/sym: same thing as above
Genji/mercy: she’s his doctor
Mercy/reaper: she’s part of the reason why reaper is a spooky undead wraith man

Theres more to just that but take it as you will. I’m sure others can give a more in depth explanation but I don’t have the energy, you can look at in game conversations on the wikis if you want, might give more insight if you care

Hamilton: Mermaid AU

Alexander Hamilton is a mermaid. He hangs out in the cove in Nevis with his mother, until she’s killed by fishermen. (She gets cut by one of their rusty hooks and dies of tetanus).

He’s long since moved to a different part of the Caribbean, to a cove much like the one he before. This one more secluded than the previous, and nobody coming around too often, Alexander has free reign.

That is, until a man starts to hang around. Alexander has never seen a human ride the waves like this man does (flawlessly) but, of course, Hamilton is wary. After all, his mother was killed by humans (even if it was indirectly). So, instead, he settles for watching from a distance, and telling his friends Eliza Schuyler and John Laurens all about the boy on he surface.

One day, though, the waves are especially choppy. A storm miles away from the coast has been affecting the waters for days now and Alexander doesn’t expect the boy to come back until it’s over. Except there he is. 

‘This idiot’s trying to get himself killed,’ Alex thinks, deciding to keep a much closer eye on him today.

The man is surfing fairly well until a large wave knocks him down. Alexander pauses, if only to make sure the man can’t help himself, before diving down into the ocean and coming back to shore with the unconscious human in his arms. He flops awkwardly onto the sandy beach, dragging the man with him. He settles halfway up the beach before placing his head to the mans chest, releasing a breath he didn’t even know he was holding when he heard the steady beating of a heart.

Now that he was up close, Alex could see the human better. He ​maneuvers himself so that he was leaning over the unconscious man, getting a better look at the person he’s been watching so ​diligently. His hair, drenched by the seawater but hardly affected, was black, short and springy. He had a slight stubble on his chin and curly hairs popping out from his slowly rising and falling chest. He looked peaceful. (*cough* and hot *cough*)

'I can’t just leave him here.’ Alex thinks, biting his lip. He glances over his shoulder at the sea, 'Laurens will understand if he doesn’t see me for a while.’ It’s not the first time Alex has gone missing so, against his better judgement, he decides to stay.

He’s hugging his tail to his chest and softly singing under his breath when the man jolts up coughing his lungs out. Alex quickly backs up to the side, leaning back on his hands, tail curled underneath him. He won’t be able to make it to the water without being seen so he stays as still as possible, hoping the man doesn’t notice him. He does.

The human yelps in surprise, backing away. He’s staring wide eyed at Alexander, taking in the sight of the frightened merman. He’s adopted Alex’s position as well, leaning back on his hands, legs bent in front of him. “What are you?” The man asks, trying to sound confident and intimidating but coming across scared and tired. His voice is hoarse from the salt water he undoubtedly swallowed.

Alexander rolls his eyes and gesturs to his tail, unfurling it away from him. “Uh, a mermaid?” He said like it was obvious (which it really should’ve been). 

“Liar! Mermaids aren’t real! What are you really?” The man accuses.

Alex jerks back as if wounded. “If you must know, I am the merman that saved your life, but if this is your way of saying thanks, I’ll happily leave.” Alex prepares to make the slow and awkward journey back to the water but the man stops him.

“No, wait! I’m sorry.” He calls out, his hand outstretched towards Hamilton. “Thank you.”

Alexander smiles. “You’re welcome.” Alex pulls himself back into a sitting position. He reaches out to the man. “My name is Alexander Hamilton. What’s yours?”

The man seems taken aback by his straightforwardness but recovers quickly. He moves closer to Alexander until he’s sitting right next to him. “The name’s Thomas Jefferson.”

Father Gaston and Clopin Djura.

Has this one been done before? I tried googling, but no luck. So I made my own. The fandom seems to have accepted the Gascogne-Gaston association, and that’s marvelous. The lyrics for Gaston’s song are already so spot on without any changes except names (they even can’t spell his name at the end).

More Bloodborne art coming this week and next week. And next…

What is even in the book? I don’t know, probably something about sparing beasts. And no pictures.

marycherrylimeade  asked:

Another tat question: Are there any colors that you completely steer clear of?

i only have purple and green on me, and they are both on a tattoo that got infected and needs to be covered up. i tend to prefer blackwork. so honestly i don’t know that much. 

people very rarely react to tattoo colors, but when they do, it’s generally red. but that’s not saying much for how often it happens. 

really, with any color the most important part is keeping it out of the direct sun, using sunscreen, sitting under an umbrella, etc. i’m pretty certain it fades faster than black. 

//personal...but please answer

For creative purposes, what do you think of when you see a girl’s hair part?

Do side swept bangs make make you think “oh she’s sassy” or “she looks nice but she throws a nasty right hook.”

Does a middle part give off a more “girl-next-door” or “studious” kind of vibe?

Any gender’s opinions are welcome, I just need to know, what are you first impressions? 

anonymous asked:

(Don't answer my last Mun ask. I just reread the last part of your answer to the question) Ah, Hello Toby. Would you like to join me and hatter for tea? After all, you are British. Sorry, I know it's a stereotype but it's usually true. Anyways, how did you even get here? ~Ebony

Tobey still felt he wasn’t meant to be there, but how else was he supposed to finish this magic anon ask?

He sighed. “Oh, why not? It’s not as if this ask could get any stranger…. As to how I got here…I don’t really know myself. I followed a strange rabbit to a hole in the ground and wound up here all of a sudden.”

Deaf!Nico - Solangelo AU oneshot - part 4

Holy shit I have had thirty-six people ask for more deaf!nico. I am more than happy to provide.

So, here’s part four.

You can find other parts here:

Part 1
Part 2
Part 3


Will was left amazed by everything Nico did, even after months of dating. He pushed past his disability like it was no big deal, as if he could hear as well as Will himself. But he couldn’t, and that was what amazed Will.

Nico never let it set him back. He functioned like any hearing person would; graduating from school and moving out of his father’s house with three roommates (Jason, Percy and Leo) after getting a job in a local supermarket. He shopped for groceries and fixed his faulty boiler when Leo wasn’t around to do so. He watched television and danced like the dork he was to music that was playing far to loudly for any hearing person to endure. Will didn’t mind.

It's my evil plan, Nico had told him once, turning down the music as he fried eggs and bacon for them, the scent alone making Will almost droll over himself. It didn’t help that Nico wore nothing other than a pair of boxers and Will’s very large t-shirt. I’m going to make all of you guys deaf too so I’m not alone.

Will should have seen the sorrow behind the words, but he just chuckled and signed that back Nico wasn’t alone and that being deaf would not make being a doctor easy. Nico nodded and smiled, but signed nothing.

Will should have realised how much his words could affect Nico.

It was nearing a year into their relationship when Will saw Nico’s insecurities about his deafness. He had noticed little things - Nico’s discouraged face when he missed his timer go off and burnt whatever he was cooking and confusion when he couldn’t understand what Will couldn’t sign so spoke instead - but Will looked over it. He glossed over Nico’s struggles without knowing it until he couldn’t anymore.

They did what they usually did, cooked dinner and ate it together before watching a film wrapped in each other’s arms, cuddling until one of them - usually Nico - grew too tired and they went to bed. Content in the warmth of the other.

They were watching a Marvel film - Nico always loved those and while Will enjoyed watching romantic comedies with his lover in his arms he was more than happy to let Nico choose a film he enjoyed. It was funny and, with the subtitles on, Nico seemed to be enjoying, occasionally chuckling under his breath.

But Will laughed and Nico looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion before settling in front of him.

And Will noticed. And it wasn’t right.

He leaned forward, untangling his arms from Nico’s so he could pause the television with the correct remote control. Nico signed a question to Will, but Will didn’t answer. He just kept watching Nico’s face, contorted in confusion as he tried to understand what the other was thinking.

What’s wrong? Will signed quickly, practiced from hours of determined lessons from his boyfriend. Nico pressed his lips together and leaned over so he could turn a lamp on. Warm light bathed Nico’s face. Will signed the question again.

He felt his heart tug at the expression on Nico’s face. He had the urge to protect Nico, but Nico didn’t need protecting. Nico wasn’t a weak child that Will needed to coddle because of his disability. Nico was stronger than Will. But still the urge - the need - to protect Nico and let him know that he was there if Nico needed him was growing stronger in Will every second he continued to stare at the boy in front of him.

Why would anything be wrong? Nico asked. He leaned forward and rubbed Will’s knee, a worried gesture.

Nico, I know you better than that. Please, just tell me.

Nico opened his mouth then closed it and stared at his hands. Will could see him argue with himself, could see him contemplate what to say and whether to make everything seem like it was okay.

It isn’t anything big, Nico signed slowly. It was odd to see him sign slowly. Nico signed faster than an average person typed on their phone when he wanted to. He hadn’t signed slowly until he deemed Will good at sign language. It’s just weird because I can feel you laugh before I read the subtitles. It’s confusing and it kind of makes it hard to watch a film. Will opened his mouth, but Nico cut him off with a shake of the head. It’s not your fault, Will. It’s my stupid-ass ears fault for being so bad at what they are supposed to do.

Nico smiled - a tight, plastic smile - and averted his eyes, staring at his lap instead of at his boyfriend.

That’s when it dawned on Will. Nico always seemed like he pushed past his disability, he always looked like it didn’t bother him. He always looked like he was content with how he was. But he wasn’t and Will never realised.

The fact broke Will’s heart.

Because suddenly Will could see all of Nico’s insecurities - his fears - floating on the surface of his mind. He saw every doubt and every worry that his boyfriend felt about his ears and it wasn’t a small diffidence. 

Nico, do you think I’m only with you because you're deaf? Nico shrugged in response. Will was sure his heart shattered into a million pieces because Nico looked so meek and unsure. I love you, Nico. I know I’ve never told you but I do. That’s why I’m with you, not because your ears are a pile of shit.

Nico pressed his lips together, a light pink dusting his cheeks. Doesn’t it bother you that you have to shape your day around me? Or that you can’t just talk to me normally?

There was so much anxiety in Nico’s expression. He sat up straight, body tense as he watched Will’s hands. Not his face or lips as well like he usually would. Just his hands.

If it bothered me not only would I be the biggest asshole in the world, but I wouldn’t be with you. They were harsh words, Will knee. But they were true and that fact seemed to give Nico the slightest bit of reassurance. He swallowed thickly and nodded slightly.

What if you wake up one day and decide you don’t need a liability in your life? Nico’s hands shook as he spoke.

Will thought about what Nico was asking him. Could he wake up one day and decide that Nico’s disability was too much to handle? Would he ever decide that Nico was, as he put it, a liability?

Will gritted his teeth. No, he couldn’t. The idea was banal to him, but Will realised that he couldn’t just not have Nico in his life. He needed Nico’s toothy smile and his bitter curses signed on professional hands. He needed Nico’s cool hands running over his warm muscles in the morning and his reluctance to leave Will’s bed on cold mornings. He needed Nico to dance and he cooked and to glare at him grumpily before his coffee and to bump his hips against Will’s when they were brushing their teeth and he needed Nico to not be sad.

Will grabbed Nico’s chin and forced him to watch his face as well as his hands. I’ll always need you. I love you so much.

Nico shook his head. 

Honestly, Nico. I could never decide I don’t need you because I do. I need you like I need my mom or my siblings. You’re apart of me now. I’m never just going to give up you because you are added to the list of things I love.

Nico’s lips were on his nearly before Will finished signing his sentence. It was slow and tender and Nico savoured every second of it while Will lost himself in the scent of Nico even though he had already memorised it.

And when Nico pulled back, hands signing the sign Will has shown to Nico after they first kiss it seemed like something Will had seen a million times. That he had been told a million times and he was sure he would be told a million times after.

Nico cooks a lot and I love it.

And one day I will write an ending to a oneshot that doesn’t make me want to cry by how shitty it is.