i don't know why i attempted to do this

How them 2000s live actions kids shows be
  • Normal Girl: *internally* I'm just a normal high school girl. I suck at math. I hate my parents. When someone asks me about my opinion on complex socioeconomic issues, I just go "What the heck!?" and start "texting" or something like that. My life would be just like yours, except for one thing: I have an amazing power... I can talk to cetaceans!
  • *at the docks, a bell tolls as our normal protagonist hears the voices of cetaceans bubbling in her mind*
  • Normal Girl: *staring deeply into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: Ahoy! What're you doing?
  • Normal Girl: Just staring into the oceanic abyss, thinking about how much I hate my parents. *internally* I have to keep my ability to speak to cetaceans secret or else... uh...
  • Best Friend: Haha, I feel that, friend. What a colorful life we teens live, our seaside environment awakening a rumbling darkness within ourselves of which we mull on our own with nothing but the unbounding depths of the ocean as our one escape. An escape which serves to only maim our fragile egos with newfound adolescent anxieties.
  • Normal Girl: What are you even talking about?
  • Best Friend: I don't know. I haven't slept in a week. Let's go to the mall.
  • *at the mall*
  • Normal Girl: *internally* My town might as well be called Lamesville. Nothing ever happens here, but the mall can be pretty fun. It's only place in the whole town with anything in it that isn't fish or excessive amounts of woodlice.
  • Best Friend: ...So I'd just dance and I'd dance until my feet broke. When that happened, I'd just get up and dance on my broken feet. And I did this until they were raw and blood was everywhere. I kept waking up in the morning extremely exhausted after this dream. I decided to record myself one night and it turns out I was dancing in my sleep. I haven't slept since I saw that. *leans in close to the normal girl* I'm afraid of what I'll do in my sleep.
  • Normal Girl: Wow, sounds weird... I guess. *sips coffee*
  • Best Friend: OMIGAWD! It's Chad Alphakid. He's coming this way!
  • *the normal girl and her best friend squee*
  • Normal Girl: *externally* That's Chad Alphakid. Who is he? He's only the hottest most coolest boy in this entire lame city. I've been crushing on him since I was like twelve.
  • Chad: Uh, okay.
  • Normal Girl: Did I just say that out loud!?
  • Chad: *sits at the table* Listen, I don't care what you or your friend think of me. I need help!
  • Best Friend: Have you murdered somebody?
  • Normal Girl: Do you need a girlfriend?
  • Chad: No, it's the ocean. The sound of her waves crashing against the shore is like a faultless siren song. There isn't a single night where I don't have visions of floating within her cold embrace. The allure of her boundless depths beckon to me like a lover. I'm afraid that if I don't get help soon, I'll find myself taken away by her to a fate unknown.
  • Normal Girl: *internally* Great, this is a chance to finally use my power to speak to cetaceans to my benefit! *externally* But why do you need us to help you?
  • Chad: You guys are the biggest fucking degenerate weirdos in this washed up town. If anyone knows how to deal with this, it's you two.
  • Best Friend: Haha, truuuuuu!
  • Normal Girl: I'm not a weirdo! I'm a completely normal girl.
  • Chad: Dude, you fucking talk to fish.
  • Best Friend: You do talk to fish.
  • Normal Girl: I don't talk to fish! *internally* I talk to cetaceans, they're mammals, not fish. Also, that's supposed to be a secret, dammit!
  • *at the shore*
  • Chad: Ah, Mother Ocean! Take me!! Take me!!! *attempts to run into the ocean, but gets held back by the normal girl and her best friend*
  • Best Friend: Simmer down, aqualad!
  • Chad: Why did you fools take me here, if not to release into the embrace of sweet Mother Ocean!?
  • Normal Girl: We talked it over and we decided that the best way to get you over your obsession is make you hate the ocean.
  • Chad: Does it involve you talking to fish?
  • Normal Girl: Yes, I mean no. I mean, fuck! Cetaceans aren't fish.
  • *the normal girl sits at the edge of shore, her eyes rolls up in her head as she proceeds to make fucked up porpoise sounds*
  • Normal Girl: *falls over limp*
  • Best Fried: She died.
  • Chad: Does this mean that I'm free to wade into Mother Ocean and meet my fate among her ever chaotic waes?
  • Best Friend: *lets chad go* Yeah, dude. I'm too far gone to care about things anymore.
  • Chad: *strips off all of his clothes* Good. I now understand that there was no avoiding this. This was always a forgone conclusion. My fate is with the waves. Sayonara, weird best friend guy.
  • Chad: *runs into the ocean*
  • Best Friend: *kicks the normal girl's body* Guess she really is dead.
  • Best Friend: *walks home as the night encroaches* My closest friend is dead, and Chad is probably dead too. I wonder where my fate lies?
  • Best Friend: *yawns* Maybe I should go to sleep and just dance myself to death finally. No, I don't think I could go to sleep even if I wanted to anymore. I'm probably going to die from exhaustion in the next few days, not having felt rest or comfort again. Or maybe I'll just stay awake forever. I feel like I was supposed to have an epiphany here, or some type of awakening. But, there's nothing. I feel like everything I've ever done has been pointless. God, I'm just really tired.
  • *back at the shore*
  • Porpoise: *beaches itself*
  • *a gray fleshy version of the normal girl crawls halfway out of the porpoises mouth*
  • Normal Girl: There goes my corpse! *drags her weird porpoise body towards the corpse* Why did I die with such a dumb expression on my face? Lame! I hope Chad didn't see.
  • Normal Girl: *looks around with beady eyes* No one's here. I can finally do this.
  • Normal Girl: *kisses her dead body on the lips* Blargh!
  • Normal Girl: *spits out blood* I bit my tongue when I died. Gross. I guess I can cross making out with my dead body and becoming a mermaid off of my bucket list, though.
  • Normal Girl: *sighs*

Look all I’m asking is for the crew to at least imply Scrooge and Goldie fucked in the cabin. Just imply. I don’t even know how they’re going to do this on DuckTales, and I’m sure the Great Mouse won’t let them get away with it. But try to pull a Don Rosa for me. And you want to know why?

Because it was the most hilariously awesome thing I read in middle school. I was sitting at my computer, back then Beru’s comics was a lifesaver, and I reread that panel at least three times before it clicked, “Oh my gosh they had sex, didn’t they? THEY HAD DUCK SEX.”

DUCK SEX WOO-HOO. And then Scrooge paid her for her services, and in hindsight, that’s pretty funny too. 


alright so i’m not too satisfied with this and the sketch looked so much better and similar to the original expressions but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 

anyway here’s my attempt at a screencap redraw of my fave conspiracy theorists

Flip Phones Are Making a Comeback 🤙
  • iPhone User: How can you even stand it?
  • Android User: Stand what?
  • iPhone User: Your phone's crappy camera. Every picture looks like it was printed from a gameboy.
  • Android User: At least mine isn't an overpriced piece of junk that bends if you put in your pocket.
  • iPhone User: Excuse me? I think all of that extra price goes to making sure our phone DON'T EXPLODE!
  • Android User: It's only the Note 7 that explodes. You don't know anything.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • *both phone users glance at it momentarily until it stops ringing*
  • Android User: Uhh, anyway. At least our phones aren't made in sweatshops.
  • iPhone User: You didn't need to take this conversation in that direction, but your phone is probably made in a sweatshop too.
  • Android User: Our sweatshops are 100% more humane than Apple's gulags.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • iPhone User: Is that piece of junk yours?
  • Android User: No, who uses a flip phone in 20XX. I thought it was yours.
  • iPhone User: *picks up flip phone* It's so old, but it seems familiar.
  • Android User: Are you going to answer it?
  • iPhone User: No. You answer it.
  • Android User: Hell no! You picked it up. Why don't you answer it?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. Something doesn't seem right about it. I'm going home.
  • Android User: Don't forget to take your flip phone with you.
  • iPhone User: You keep it, as an android user, you're used to cheap pieces of junk.
  • Android User: Low blow!
  • *at night*
  • Android User: *tossing and turning in bed*
  • Flip Phone: *ringing grows progressively louder* HELLO, MOTO!
  • Android User: *picks up flip phone* Piece of garbage. Why do you keep ringing. I should just answer it.
  • Android User: *gets nervous* Why don't I want to answer it? Jesus, I just need to get rid of this thing.
  • Android User: *tosses flip phone out of the window* That's better.
  • Android User: *attempts to go back to sleep but ringing starts again* Fucking no! Is this some sort of nightmare!?
  • Android User: *notices their own phone ringing on their drawer* Oh. *answers it*
  • Android User: Whom am I speaking to?
  • iPhone User: Hey, it's me.
  • Android User: It's late, what do you want?
  • iPhone User: You know how it's just the two of us that hang out.
  • Android User: Yeah, what about it?
  • iPhone User: Didn't it used to be three of us that hung out?
  • Android User: No, it's been just the two of us since we were kids.
  • iPhone User: We had a third friend that we hung out with everyday. I know this sounds crazy, but somehow both of us forgot about her.
  • Android User: I have no clue what you're talking about.
  • iPhone User: That's the point! Like, she did everything with us, but I can't remember anything specifically about her. It's like someone took an eraser to my mind, but for some reason I have all these faint memories about her coming back to me and I'm freaking out.
  • Android User: Man, I think you just need some sleep. You sound crazy right now.
  • iPhone User: I'm afraid. I'm afraid that if I got to sleep when I wake up I won't remember you. I think something bad is going to happen to you.
  • Android User: I'm fine. My dad owns a gun. If someone tries to break into our house or something, they'll get their heads blown off. I guess we might have to deal with vengeful ghosts, but those usually take a few years to develop. Get some sleep, please.
  • iPhone User: Okay, goodnight... I love you.
  • Android User: Uhh, the feeling's mutual... I guess. *hangs up*
  • Android User: Overemotional, I swear. *attempts to sleep*
  • *loud knock at the door*
  • Android User: Goddammit! Dad'll get it.
  • *banging persists and only gets louder*
  • Android User: Okay, I guess I have to answer it again. *grabs one of their dad's guns and answer the door*
  • Android User: *aims gun into the dark night* Who's out there!? Who was knocking on my door!? ...No one. Fucking neighbor kids, I swear.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, moto!
  • Android User: Of fucking course. *screams into the night* I guess some PARANORMAL FORCE just magically put the flip phone on my porch. How about I just BLAST IT TO PIECES!
  • The Night: *stays silent*
  • Android User: *sighs* This has to be a stupid fucking prank. I bet that iPhone using "friend" of mine is doing this to set me up.
  • Android User: *notices the caller ID on the flip phone* Rebecca? Why is that name so familiar?
  • Android User: *answers phone* Hello?
  • Rebecca: Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch. Look below your porch.
  • Android User: Fuck off. *hangs up* If someone really is below my porch, you can crawl out! I'll be sure to blast your brains out! I'm not afraid!
  • Android User: I'm a fucking idiot for this. *peers below the porch* There's nothing. This really is all some prank. *stands up*
  • *the front door is closed*
  • Android User: *checks the door* It's locked! Fuck! Okay, this is actually getting weird, but I'm armed. If anyone tries to mess with me I'll fucking shoot them.
  • Android User: *checks self* Where the fuck did I put that phone?
  • Flip Phone: *rings from the back of the house* ...hello, moto.
  • Android User: *sweats nervously* Okay, stay calm. Remember, you're armed. This is all a prank and they'll feel like fucking idiots when they realize they nearly got themselves shot over this. *walks to the back of the house*
  • *the next morning*
  • iPhone User: *frantically scrolling through phone*
  • Grandmother: What's wrong, honey?
  • iPhone User: I don't know. I'm looking for someone in my phone contacts, but they're not there!
  • Grandmother: Who?
  • iPhone User: I don't know! Ugh!
  • Grandmother: Calm down, honey. I'm sure you'll find them.
  • iPhone User: Grandma, did I used to hang out with anyone? Like, I regularly had friends over, right?
  • Grandmother: Well, I'm going to be honest with you. You've always been a bit of an introvert. But as long as you keep up with your schoolwork, it's no bother to me.
  • iPhone User: No, I had two friends, didn't I? Don't you remember them? You knew both of them by name. They were my childhood friends.
  • Grandmother: I'm not sure. You liked being by yourself as a child. H-Have you been using drugs?
  • iPhone User: No, grandma! It's just... I don't know. I'm lonely and stressed out and I don't know why.
  • Grandmother: It must be your schoolwork, honey. You're such a hard worker and you hardly ever give yourself a break. Remember, you have to take out some time for yourself to relax too. Studying is important, but so is your mental health
  • iPhone User: You're right. Finals are coming up. I guess I've been letting it all go to my head.
  • Flip Phone: *rings* Hello, Moto.
  • Grandmother: *takes phone out of pocket* Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? *hangs up* Strange.
  • iPhone User: Where did you get that phone?
  • Grandmother: I've had it for a while now. Is there something wrong with it?
  • iPhone User: No... not anything that I remember.
Garrett and Marian - Legacy Banters
  • Marian: Well... not quite how I imagined this family reunion going. I was envisioning more hugs and maybe some wine over dinner. Not attempted assassinations
  • Carver: Really? You think this is so abnormal for our family?
  • Marian: Well you got me there
  • ---
  • Bethany: What could our father have to do with this mess? The Carta have had more than enough time to try and find us
  • Garrett: I imagine that having two Champions of Kirkwall with the last name Hawke may have tipped them off
  • Bethany: But it's been three years since you and sis defeated the Arishok. Why wait that long?
  • Marian: Well I don't know about you, but if I was going to go after the people who killed an Arishok then I'd probably want to make a little time for planning, wouldn't you?
  • Carver: Do these morons strike you as the sensible type?
  • Marian: Two points in one day Carver? Don't tell me the Templars are actually drilling some wit into that skull of yours
  • Carver: *laughs* At least /my/ wit makes a point, dear sister
  • Bethany: Ooh, that had to hurt
  • Garrett: Do you need some healing for that one, Marian?
  • Marian: Oh shove off, all of you
  • ---
  • Garrett: And we're back in the Deep Roads
  • Marian: Oh it's not that bad. I mean... Look at all the... Ugh, no, you're right this is terrible. Let's all promise never to go to the Deep Roads after this. Three times is enough
  • Garrett: Three times? When was the second?
  • Marian: Um... well...
  • Carver and Bethany: *sing song voices* Somebody's in trouble
  • ---
  • Bethany: Varric wrote to me the other day
  • Garrett: Telling another of his stories, I bet. Was it the one about the high dragon, because that didn't really-
  • Bethany: No. He was giving me an update. On you, actually. I was... worried, so I wrote to him and asked
  • Garrett: I'm fine Beth. Really
  • Bethany: No you're not. Not yet. But I know you, and if anyone can get past it, you can
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • ---
  • Carver: You might want to be watch yourself, Garrett
  • Garrett: How come?
  • Carver: Ever since you sided with Orsino the other day, there's been... Rumours. Meredith isn't happy with you, and it's only because she allows it that you're still free
  • Garrett: So is she going to have me dragged to the Circle, or is she getting the Brand ready now?
  • Fenris: Don't say that
  • Carver: I would never let it get that far. But I thought I'd warn you, just in case you were thinking about making her mad
  • Garrett: I appreciate you telling me Carver. Don't worry. I'll be careful
  • ---
  • *after completing Malcolm's Will*
  • Marian: So... the stonework down here is... lovely, isn't it?
  • Carver: Not now, Mary
  • Marian: I was only... Alright
  • ---
  • Marian: Are you okay, Gary?
  • Garrett: I'm fine... Just...
  • Marian: He loved you. And Bethany. He'd be so proud of you
  • Garrett: You sound so sure of that
  • Marian: Of course I am. Because it's true. And don't let that nasty shit in your head tell you otherwise - it's a liar, remember
  • Garrett: *chuckles* Alright
  • Bethany: Be careful sister, people might think you've got a heart after all
  • Marian: *dramatically* Oh no! *clutches chest* I think... I think I'm getting feelings! Quick, someone beat them out of me!
  • Carver: *laughs* You be careful what you wish for sister
  • Isabela: I'd rather ride them out of you
  • Garrett: Ah, and there's the dirty line. I was starting to worry something was wrong Bela
  • Isabela: And you're as sweet as ever, Garrett
  • ---
  • Varric: Twenty silvers, that's my final offer. Take it or leave it Elf
  • Marian: What are you betting on, and why am I getting left out of it?
  • Varric: You want in? We're betting on what it'll take to get Junior and Waffles to hug
  • Garrett: *groans* You're not calling me 'Waffles' again, are you?
  • Varric: I have to. Every time I say 'Hawke' all four of you turn around. I'm being considerate
  • Carver: I bet there's /someone/ here who'd like to see him covered in syrup
  • Garrett: Carver!
  • Fenris: *embarrassed noises*
  • Isabela: Ooh, new friend-fiction idea!
  • Garrett: Don't you even dare!
  • Isabela: Too late, already dared. Can we make camp? I need to make notes
  • ---
  • Varric: Hey, Rivaini, I'm expecting royalties if that friend-fiction of yours gets published
  • Carver: When you didn't even come up with it?
  • Varric: You wouldn't have brought up syrup if I didn't call him Waffles
  • Garrett: Maker save me...
  • Bethany: And me...
  • Marian: Usually I like dirty things... But this is too far, even for me
  • Isabela: Are you saying you wouldn't like it if /I/ were covered in syrup?
  • Marian: Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realise you were my very hairy twin brother, Bela
  • Isabela: Well when you put it that way...
  • ---
  • Isabela: I always thought we were the loud ones, you know
  • Fenris: What?
  • Marian: I know right. Maybe they're just less shy about it now
  • Garrett: Do I want to know?
  • Isabela: You already know. Or did you deafen yourself?
  • Marian: To think, they don't need us shouting encouragement through the wall anymore. I'm so proud
  • Isabela: Our boys are growing up so fast. Maybe next they'll master foreplay
  • Carver: Oh Maker, I do not want to hear this
  • Bethany: Neither do I
  • Garrett: *loudly* And I would be very happy if we could stop talking about this. Right now
  • Isabela: Yeah, see. That kind of loud
  • Fenris: *deadpan* If you're so fascinated by Garrett being loud, then you must not be doing a very good job at making Marian scream, Isabela
  • Marian: Oooooooo
  • Isabela: Oh, you snarky little shit
  • Bethany: *loudly* If we could stop discussing my older brother's and sister's sex lives, I would appreciate it
  • Carver: *loudly* Oh look, more darkspawn. Let's kill them so we can stop talking about this
  • ---
  • Marian: So our choices are the nice, Tainted madman, or the mage who wants to let a darkspawn magister out of his hole in the ground? Why can we never make nice decisions, like what kind of wine to have with dinner?
  • Fenris: I agree. It is the only decision worth making
  • Marian: When you're not throwing it at the walls, I assume?
  • Fenris: That was six years ago
  • Marian: And you never offered me a glass
  • Fenris: You are recycling jokes now? Has the great Marian Hawke's wit finally lost it's edge?
  • Marian: Ooh, you are just asking for it now
  • ---
  • Varric: You okay Garrett? You've been a bit quiet since-
  • Garrett: I'm fine Varric. There's more important things to be worried about right now
  • Varric: It's not easy to realise that someone you looked up to wasn't quite what you imagined. You ever need to talk, you know where my suite is
  • ---
  • Isabela: So... is no one going to bring up the fact that Varric called Garrett by his name earlier?
  • Varric: What are you talking about Rivaini? Waffles and I were just having a friendly chat
  • Isabela: Don't bullshit me. You called him Garrett. I heard you
  • Varric: That doesn't sound like me, Rivaini
  • Marian: He called you by your name when Velasco carted you off to Castillon
  • Isabela: What?! No fair, I didn't get to hear!
  • ---
  • Bethany: Are you sure about this, brother?
  • Garrett: It has to be done
  • Bethany: I could do it. I am a Hawke after all, and a mage. You don't need to-
  • Garrett: No, Bethany
  • Bethany: But-!
  • Garrett: Bethy, if I let you use blood magic, I'd never be able to live with myself
  • Bethany: And if you do it, will you be able to live with it?
  • Garrett: I'd rather it be me than you
  • ---
  • Varric: If he pulls a dragon out of his ass, I'm leaving!
  • Marian: Oh great, and now he's almost certain to pull a dragon out of his arse! Way to go Varric
  • ---
  • Bethany: Here, you didn't get a chance to close that wound earlier
  • Garrett: Thank you
  • Fenris: I just hope it was worth it
  • Marian: Well we /did/ just kill a darkspawn magister. I can't wait to hear how Varric tells this one
  • Varric: Well I doubt I'll have to exaggerate a damn thing, considering how weird this shit is
  • Fenris: That isn't what I meant...
  • Garrett: I'd have avoided it if I could, but someone had to. And if it meant sparing my little sister from that...
  • Fenris: I understand. But... Please, just be more careful from now on
  • Garrett: I will, I promise
  • Isabela: You two are so sappy... It's actually rather cute
...are you ready?

A/N | PSA: This is my absolute first attempt at writing something like this. So if it’s absolute shit please let a sister know and I will just stop. Like for real. IDK what I’m doing with my life. This is probably going to be the worst thing ever put out for the world to see. I apologize in advance.

You weren’t sure how you ended up here. But here you were, sitting at a Dallas game. Nothing could have prepared you for the onslaught of emotions that hit you.

Excitement. Because…hockey.
Anticipation. The Stars were playing the Maple Leafs, your hometown team.
Worry. Sadness. What would he say if, when he saw you.

You shouldn’t have come. Not when you so carelessly threw away what you had. No. You didn’t deserve to be here. And yet, here you were. Seven years later.

Seven years. Seven long years. Seven magical years.

He was drafted 2nd overall, and then, of course, traded to the Stars in 2013. He was living his dream and you, the masochist that you are, followed every second of his career. Really it only broke your heart more, but broken hearts are what you made you. Countless songs were written about the boy.

And sure, he probably couldn’t care any less about you or what you were doing with your life. But, and a small part of you truly enjoyed this, he couldn’t exactly ignore you either. You were everywhere.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

I don't know if you take prompts. But if you do, can you make a fic where Princey says something rude to Anxiety that Anx shut himself and Patton goes into Dad Mode and after helping Anx he scold Prince or something. Thanks. And sorry.

Tw: food mention, mention of hate coments, anger, sad feelings.

(I dont know what to tag for this)

((Well, here’s my attempt at a ~interesting~ fic about Witch Anxiety in the view of Morality because why not? Yes this is a prompt from a while ago, I apologize for the ~really~ long wait!))

Morality frowned. Since he came home from the drive through Prince had been complaining about Witches and Anxiety was obviously hurt by Prince’s words.

Morality tried to steer the conversation away, but they kept going back to why witches were horrible. It wasn’t until Logic and Prince started yelling at each other about whether science had an impact in these spells that Anxiety had gotten away.

Morality had wanted to eat with everyone, but he could tell today was a day that Anxiety needed to be away from Prince and Logan, and maybe even him. Anxiety had… acted less anxious the past few weeks, but he was still his usual witchy self. Morality grabbed the bag he had gotten for the supper and headed to Anxiety’s door

He went it to Anxiety’s door and hesitated. He had never been to Anxietys room. Was Anxiety the type to want to be alone?

He was about to leave before he heard sniffling from behind the door.

Morality’s chest felt as if it was twisting. Anxiety had been alone for a long time and you know what, It was time to change that. Until he asked to be alone, Mortality was going to stay with him.

Morality entered Anxietys mindspace, trying to remain quiet. He noticed that Anxiety was on his couch, trying not to cry as he hugged his knees.

“You know it’s okay to cry right?” Morality asked. Anxiety snapped up and turned to face him with tears in his eye.

“You-” Anxiety closed his eyes and bit his lips. After a few seconds he continued, “you scared me.” Anxiety sniffles and wiped his red teary eyes.

“uh” Morality looked around his mindspace, trying to think of a pun and ignore the creepy crawlers in the corner. His eyes landed on the cat that Anxiety was snuggling with.

“You cat to be kitten meow.” Morality said grinning..

Anxiety just stared at morality for a few minutes.

“What does that have to do with anything?” Anxiety asked.

“What do you mean?” Morality answered.

“There’s no cats around.” Anxiety sniffled and wiped his nose with his sleeves.

“There’s a cat stuffie on your arm though.” Morality pointed at Anxiety’s arm.

Anxiety blushed and tried to hide the cat further down his arms.

“Still… what did you mean by “cat to be kitten meow?” And why did you make it a cat?”

“You need an occasion to make kitten puns? Well that’s the sealiest thing I’ve ever heard!!” Morality grinned.

Anxiety stared at him not sure what to say.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’m just dont know why you’re making cat, and apparently seal puns.”

“Because animal puns always cheer me up! And you look like you need cheering up so I thought it was worth a try.”

“ Whatever,” Anxiety shrugged and put his head in his knees.

“Oh by the way, Did you want some tacos?” Morality showed him a bag filled with food from taco time. Anxiety glanced up from his knees and sighed.

“I guess.” Anxiety said moving to let Morality bit besides him. Morality beamed with delight. He walked to the couch and jumped onto it, opening the tacco bag.

“Soo, I heard you were upset. Wanna taco ‘bout it?” Morality taking the tacos out of the bag, doing a little gig.

Anxiety sighed, but Morality could see a smile creeping up his face, it was working.

“I don’t know. I just want to be asleep right now.”

“Do you want snuggles?” Patton offered. Anxiety looked up at Morality shocked.

“If you don’t want it that’s fine, I was just offering, I don’t mind either way.” Morality looking at Anxiety hopefully. Wanting a chance to bond with him.

“No I do, I just… I’m not used to people asking before doing something.”

Morality was confused. What did he mean by this? Was he giving him too many unwanted hugs?

Ha, who was he kidding, there’s never enough hugs!

“So.. do you?” Morality wasn’t sure how to ask again, but he didn’t want to invade his privacy.

Anxiety obviously felt uncomfortable.

“It’s okay, I won’t do snuggles if you don’t want to.”

Anxiety looked uncomfortable, relieved and confused all at once.

“I want to, but it makes me uncomfortable.” Anxiety said, “that probably sounds stupid, just forget I said anything.”

“No, it makes sense.Want me to just sit by you?” Morality offered.

Anxiety nodded his head and scotched over, allowing Morality to sit in the middle of the couch. He loved sitting in the middle! It was bounciesr part of the couch and he got to snuggle with the most people!

Wait its just Anxiety right now…

Naw, the middle seat was still his favourite.

“Is it okay if our shoulders touch?” Morality asked.

“Sure I guess.”

Morality moved closer until their shoulders touched. He opened the bag and handed Anxiety a tacco.

Anxiety took it without saying anything. Silently taking the wrapper off before eating his taco. He sniffled a couple times but he managed to eat some of his food.

After a few moments of silence Anxiety spoke up.

“Sorry if my crying bothered you.” Anxiety sniffled.Morality hesitated before putting his arm around Anxiety’s shoulder, basically hugging him in the process. Anxiety did not seem to notice.

“It’s not a problem. I, myself need to cry from time to time.” Morality said

Anxiety just cringed a little bit.


“Yup! Sometimes the others will say something a little more hurtful than usual, sometimes they get hurt and I feel sad with them, and sometimes I see a puppy that’s just too.cute” Morality strained his voice a little as he curled up his shoulders


“Yeah?” Morality turned to face Anxiety forgetting about the puppy.

“What do the others say?” Anxiety asked

“Oh, just that I’m a child who doesn’t understand things and need to adult more.”

Anxiety sniffled a couple times.

“That sucks.” he croaked.

“It does,” Morality paused, unsure if he should ask Anxiety about what bothered him.
“Do you want to talk about what they said?” Morality offered.

Anxiety laughed and sniffled.

“What is there to say? Prince obviously hates witches, and wants them destroyed.”


“It’s true. I’m a witch, and i’m a negative part of Thomas so of course you guys would want me gone.”

“Don’t say that! We love you and want you around, negativity and all.”

“Maybe you love me, but it’s obvious disney there doesn’t want me around. He may have said nice things to me, but he obviously still hates me. Or at least, hates witches, which I am.”

“That’s not true! Well, you being a witch is true; and yes what he said was… harsh but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like you!”

“He said all witches were a word i shall not repeat to your ears and… He basically went on about how they were essentially evil or useless and not needed. It just made me think of how… unnecessary I was.”

“Don’t say that! Of course you’re needed! Who would stop Thomas from doing all the bad things? Who would save all the other sides from overwhelming negativity? Roman is always chasing fantasies and I always let my emotions get the best of me. While Logic tries to keep us in line. You help balance us all out!”

“It sure doesn’t feel like it.” Anxiety murmured.

Morality’s chest clenched as he tried to think of what to say.

“Can I help?” Morality wasn’t sure if this was the right thing to say but he wanted to do something.

Anxiety was quiet, and Morality was about to ask again when Anxiety replied

“Please just lay here with me for a bit.” Anxiety was trying to hold back sobs

“Of course! Do you want me to keep hugging you?” Morality asked. Anxiety closed his eyes as he nodded his head.

With his free arm, Morality moved the food on his lap to the side. He put both his arms around Anxiety, letting him sob.

Why couldnt he just take away the hurt?


Morality could feel himself getting anxious and Anxiety had fallen asleep quite quickly so he found himself out.

As the anxious feeling settled he was reminded of how angry he was at Roman.

Fuming, he headed in the direction of where he assumed Prince would be.

Morality was still angry when he found Prince with Logic in the kitchen.

“How is he doing?” Prince asked fidgeting with his finger.

“Horrible!” Morality threw his hands in the air, “how could you say that about witches! You know how he feels about that!”

“He must know I meant all witches with the exception him! He’s a decent witch And a vital part of Thomas! He wouldn’t be a side if-”

“I don’t care Roman!” Morality screamed. Logan and Roman stayed quiet, obviously very uncomfortable.

“He Literally casts spells all the time to stay calm, you should know that! He used the breathing spell on thomas so that we wouldn’t be stuck as anxious sides!”

“Actually that breathing technique isn’t a spell, its-”

“Not now Logic!” Morality snapped. Logic shut his mouth and adjusted his glasses nervously.

“He always stays in his room so he won’t bother you as much as you think he does. He’s scared of you and has every right too after all the horrible things you said about his friends! You need to realize your words hurt him! And not just the stuff about witches. You need to stop blabbinf whatever comes to your head and actually think about what you’re saying!”
Morality snapped.

Prince stayed quiet.

“Is he that mad?”

“He’s not, but I am! He’s hurt by your words, and you won’t bother asking him if he’s okay once in awhile!”

“I’m sorry- I didnt,” Prince was at a lost for words.

“By the way-” Morality threw the remaining tacos at Prince’s face, watching as Prince tried to catch it, “there’s the freaking tacos you wanted. I hope you get diarrhea from it.” Morality snapped.

He suddenly felt guilty. Sure Prince deserved an angry rant but maybe not diarrhea.

“I’m sorry Prince, I shouldn’t have yelled and said that, but-Anxiety is hurting and you’re not listening to him. There can be more than one side to a story.”

Prince sighed and put his hands through his hair.
“How hurt is he?”

“Very.” Morality said.

“Hurt to the point he can’t look at me?”

“I don’t know. But it’s best to avoid him for a while. He’s asleep anyways. Besides, if i heard my close friend talk about hurting people like me i would avoid them for a long time.”

Prince shifted uncomfortably.

“But.. witches are evil. They cast spells and-”

“Anxiety is a witch and he’s not evil. He’s has not cast any spells that hurt us has he?” Morality answered.

“No.” Prince said mournfully.

“Then think about what you say before you say it.” Morality said, turning away. Prince was going to need a time out for now.

Not long after Anxiety came out of his room to grab a yogurt snack.

He barely glanced at Prince and Prince looked a little nervous about talking to him. He would have backed out if it weren’t for the glare Morality sent his way.

“I’m sorry I called your friends evil.” Prince blurted out. Anxiety didnt react. “-I shouldn’t have said those things, especially to you.”

Anxiety slowly turned to face Prince.

“You shouldn’t have said those things at all. But, I can see where you’re coming from. They can do evil things. I usually join them on their quests.”

“Yeah… You didn’t deserve to hear… any of what I said. It was not princely of me. But to be fair, I never grouped you with those witches.”

Anxiety raised his eyebrow and took a bite of his yogurt.

“You realize when you say “All Witches- except for you” it just sounds like you’re ignoring my witch identity right? I mean… I don’t know, but it feels like you’re ignoring it -or maybe in denials a better word. I mean it feels like you’re denying the fact that i’m a witch? I don’t know, it just… feels wrong?” Anxiety placed a spoonful of yogurt in his mouth.

Prince took a sharp breath in.

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that about your friends.”

“They’re not all my friends… but they do share a common trait with me, and when you said witches were…. You know, it just… these witches are a part of me and basically and it just… hurt?”

Prince nodded,
“You’re right. It wasn’t nice of me.”

“It wasn’t nice? Prince it was downright evil! I was scared of you when you talked about us like that.”

Prince gulped again.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

“It didn’t just scare me, it hurt. But thanks for the apology I guess.”

They shuffled awkwardly for a few minutes. Morality was considering jumping in before Prince spoke up.

“Do- can we have a fresh start? I know I haven’t been treating you decently, even before we learned your name, but I’d like to start over if that’s okay?”

“I’d like that too.” Anxiety gave a little smile, “thanks Prince.”

“I’ll be more open minded about witches, and-uh-you too I guess.”

“Good.” Anxiety shuffled in place, “I’m sorry, but does this mean we have to be really gushy to each other? Because I’m not interested in gushing over flowers and kittens if that’s what’s required for a friendship.”

Prince laughed, “Don’t worry, I won’t gush over them too much. How about we just… be more open minded to each other, and learn about each?”

“Sounds good to me.” Anxiety smiled a little.

Morality smiled even bigger. All he had to so now was to get them working together.

And he had the perfect plan.

Prank wars!!

anonymous asked:

Hey there! So, something recently made me disappointed with some fans of mysme. I've seen some fans who attempt to change the settings (mostly to Japan or America). I once met someone who full on gave them English "nicknames" because she didn't want to attempt to pronounce or use their proper names. I don't know if I'm overreacting or anything, but it bothered me. So, can you do random HCs to honour Korean culture? Like going on vacation somewhere in Korea, or celebrating a 100 days anniversary?

A/N: why do people do that wtf?? I mean i know we somewhat change the culture when we write certain requests pertaining to how an mc looks because sometimes the culture doesn’t really look kindly on the appearance but as someone who isn’t korean, i can’t get into the mentality to reject a request like that or anything, ya know?? Because it can be harmful and hurt someone (i keep it in the back of my mind what the actual view is so i dont just…. disregard it, but i do feel terrible for not addressing it) but i’d never completely REJECT the culture and change their names or anything because just what the fuck ~Admin 404


I’m sorry it’s so short omfg

               -Okay y'all, I’m pretty sure Zen knows traditional dances and our MC has to beg him for DAYS to teach them one. Any of them. Buchaechum (fan dance), Nabichum (butterfly dance), even Ilmu (line dance). Any of them. All of them. Just- JUST TEACH MC ZEN, DO IT

               -LOTUS LANTERN FESTIVAL IN HONOUR OF BUDDAHS BIRTHDAY! It’s a celebration that everyone in the group makes time for! Seeing all of the gorgeous lights and lanterns is enough to put everyone in such a good mood! The group makes it into a slight competition- who can bring MC the prettiest lantern? Winner gets a kiss on the cheek from MC! yeees mc, yes

               -Jumin has THE MOST BEAUTIFUL terraced garden you’ve ever seen in your life. He invites you over to help him with it every now and then. It relaxes him and hopes that it could do the same for you! The two of you could spend hours sitting by the lotus pond, drinking some sort of imported and expensive tea this rich guy has to have, talking about anything and everything plus helLO YOU’D GET TO SEE JUMIN IN SWEATPANTS

               -Jaehee. In. Hanbok. Think about this for a little bit. Colourful, beautiful, and just- what else can I saY???? JAEHEE IN HANBOK

               -YOOSUNG LOVES CELEBRATING HIS VERY FIRST 100 DAYS ANNIVERSARY he might not have a ton of money to spoil you like he’d like to, but he does get really creative and goes hardcore. Takes the knowledge he’s gained from all of the clubs he’s been in and makes you a ton of gifts! Coffee, cards, dinner, he makes it all just for you! He does it every 100 days though so he has to get more and more creative about it and sometimes has to go to the rest of the RFA for some ideas (MATCHING SHIRTS AND HE’S EVEN BOUGHT YOU A COUPLE’S RING BECAUSE HE WANTS TO SHOW PEOPLE HE HAS A S/O THAT HE LOVES VERY MUCH)

               -Remember when Jumin called Yoosung’s mother and he was so mad he promised to slap him with Kimchi? Ya know how Kimchi is a symbol for Korea and is considered strong? Well he definitely gave Jumin a hard slap if that counts; MC has it on video and all you can hear is the *smack* and Saeyoung laughing in the background

               -You and Saeran have had a few drinking contests, and Saeyoung cannot believe how many bottles of soju the two of you can go through?? How are you both still breathing?? It’s even worse when you add Zen into the mix, it’s as if doesn’t work on any of you. Yoosung gets one shot and he’s out for the rest of the night

               -Jaehee and MC plan a hike at least ONCE a month because the poor girl needs fresh AIR and it’s good for the both of you, y'all get out there and earn those pajeons (fritters) and dong dong ju (rice wine) at the top of that mountain!

               -You and Yoosung have to drag Saeyoung out of the house sometimes, but the three of you end up at an internet cafe more often than you’d like to admit. One time though, there was one person in LOLOL who kept killing all three of you, and the anger just kept rising- which meant the voices kept rising as well. The person on the other side of you all kept trying to stifle a laugh each time. In the Rage of Saeyoung™, he almost flipped the table until he realized the one beating you all was Saeran on the other side


               - You also can’t tell me that Jumin hasn’t tried to dance along to a few every now and then; MC has a picture they keep to themselves in remembrance

               -You and V watch the movie Shiri almost religiously?? When the two of you have movie marathon dates, it’s played at least once (“IT’S A CLASSIC, MC. CLASSIC”)

               -It’s hard to go on any dates with Saeran, but you did get him hooked on a few different K-drama’s and he reminds you constantly that he HATES YOU because of it. Don’t you DARE watch an episode without him because the boy can hold a grudge

               -K A R A O K E!!! All of you. Almost every weekend. Competitions. Somehow Saeyoung tends to win them except that one time you convinced Jumin to participate and WOW okay

anonymous asked:

Hi! :D is that okay if I ask for a little scenarios where MC brought two dragon plushies (one for her(of them I don't mind neutral pronouns!) and one for V? he need love :'3) please? ^^ PS: I'm pretty sure you probably know who I am XD

hey, hun💛 I think I know who you are too haha(ゝ∀・)

I hope you like it! and take it as my attempt to make up for all the V angst..well the first attempt

  • mc was out shopping for new party outfits
  • they refused to let jihyun wear his typical cardigan and shirt, last time was the second time jfc
  • side note: did yall notice i use ‘jihyun’ more often? idk why i do but i do. and i mostly use ‘v’ when it gets Sad idk why but anyways
  • so mc was looking for Fancy Clothes, and even a little something for themselves
  • and while they were at it, grocery shopping
  • well…might as well go through the whole store lol
  • mc was walking towards the stationary when they noticed a box
  • it was a clearance box! and in them were some Cool Looking Things
  • they were blankets. mc just wanted to look pfft
  • but what’s this? There were plushies in the box too?
  • they were…dragons?! 
  • ok mc, you’re not going to impulse buy this dragon plushie, you came here on Business
  • wait wait, this one matches Jihyun’s hair color 
  • now they had to get it 
  • Jihyun had taken an interest in dragons lately - he saw a painting at this little museum they visited 
  • so they could totally..get this for him
  • or they could buy it for themselves and have a little jihyun dragon
  • decisions, decisions 
  • or - third option: buy two. mc started digging through the box again
  • bonus: this one matched mc’s eyes. they could keep the jihyun dragon and jihyun could keep the mc dragon
  • now they were really excited to go home!
  • “jihyun!” mc called after walking through the door. “I have a surprise for you!”
  • “Angel, an outfit isn’t a surprise - you’ve been pestering me for a while now” he said, smiling while walking up to them
  • “no no no, close your eyes. right now!” they put the bags down for a sec, too excited to put things away first 
  • “alright, alright!” he laughs before closing his eyes, putting his hands over them for Emphasis
  • mc digs out the plushies and holds the two on either side of them
  • “open!”
  • jihyun uncovers his eyes and sees mc holding the dragons and gasps
  • he’s so cute smh
  • “mc!! those are adorable!” mc nods and hands him the dark green one 
  • “this one’s for you! this one is for me~ it’s a jihyun dragon!’
  • “because it matches my hair?” he laughs again while mc nods
  • “so is this one an angel dragon?” “jihyunnnn” “but you’re my angel!” 
  • they have too much fun with those dragons oh my god
  • you bet that they go to sleep with them
  • sleeping arrangement: jihyun dragon hugged by mc, mc dragon in the middle being hugged by jihyun while he also reaches for mc
  • they talk to the plushies, fight me 
  • it also comes in handy when jihyun travels!
  • you know those flat stanley things?? that but with the plushies
  • it becomes a cameo in jihyun’s exhibitions
  • there’s always at least one photo that features the mc dragon in it somewhere
  • some people think there’s a big extensive reason
  • the real reason is that he just likes to put it in the background of what he knows will be his favorite
  • so that mc is also there, making it his Ultimate Favorite 
Newt Scamander and Important Harry Potter Dates

1897 - Newt is born.

1899 - Dumbledore and Grindelwald’s summer – Newt is two.

1901 - Tina is born – Newt is four.

1908 - Newt begins Hogwarts, Tina’s parents’ die (around then) - He is 11.

1913 - Newt is expelled – He is 16.

1914 - World War I begins – Newt is 17.

1918 - World War I ends, Newt is commissioned to write Fantastic Beasts – he is 21.

1925 - Newt sets off on his year in the field – He is 28.

1926 - Newt travels to NY, Tom Riddle is born – Newt is 29.  

1927 - First edition of Fantastic Beasts published – Newt is 30.

1928 - Shenanigans in Paris, Hagrid is born – Newt is 31.

1937 - Tom begins Hogwarts – Newt is 40.

1939 - Hagrid begins Hogwarts – Newt is 42.

1942 - Tom opens the Chamber; Hagrid is expelled.  – Newt is 45.

1945 - Dumbledore and Grindelwald battle – Newt is 48.

1947 - Newt establishes the Werewolf Register – He is 50.

1950ish - Molly Prewett and Arthur Weasley born – Newt is 53.

1960 - Marauders born – Newt is 63.

1965 - Newt creates the Ban on Experimental Breeding, his proudest moment; Remus Lupin is bitten by Greyback; Rappoport’s Law repealed – Newt is 68.

1968 - Molly and Arthur graduate – Newt is 71.

1970 - Bill Weasley born – Newt is 72.

1972 - Charlie Weasley born – Newt is 74.

1977 - Marauders graduate – Newt is 80.

1979 - Awarded Order of Merlin Second Class for Services to Magizoology, put on a Chocolate Frog card – He is 81.

1980 - Harry Potter’s year born – Newt is 83.

1981 - Luna Lovegood born, Dark Lord defeated – Newt is 84.

1989 - Charlie Weasley graduates – Newt is 92.

1991 - Harry’s year begin Hogwarts – Newt is 94.

1993 - Hagrid is hired, Buckbeak sentenced to death, Newt appears on the Marauders’ Map – He is 96.

1997 - Dumbledore dies – Newt is 100.

1998 - The Dark Lord is defeated once more – Newt is 101.

1999 - The Golden Trio and Luna graduate – Newt is 102.

2006 - Albus Potter is born – Newt is 109.

2016 - The Muggles learn about Newt’s 1926 exploits – He is 119.

2017 - Albus Potter begins Hogwarts, newest edition of Fantastic Beasts published – Newt is 120.

Unfortunately we do not know how long Newt lives after this.

2018 - The Muggles learn about Newt’s 1928 exploits – He is 121.

2020 - Delphi Voldemort attempts to gain power. – Newt is 123.

2024 - The Muggles learn about Newt’s 1945 exploits – Newt is 127.

So I had this magazine laying around, that had an article about “What does the lipstick you wear say about your character”, or something to that effect.

And then I started laughing because I imagined Bruce finding one lying around and browsing through it in an attempt to fight boredom. And he just sees this. And starts to read about Joker’s personality and checking if they’d guessed right.

He’s very intrigued when he reads that red lipstick means you’re good in bed.

And wants to double check that himself.

when ann gets her outfit, she immediately tries to cover herself up as much as possible and her voice is like, Really Really distressed?? like, for wearing something that’s supposed to represent her inner self, she’s really uncomfortable and i don’t get why they’d do that??? unless they address it later as a Repressed Desire or some shit  .. anyways it’s been bothering me so i attempted a resdesign or something. idk.

anonymous asked:

13 & 88 YEOLLIEE ❤😂 I don't know why but I think it'll turn humorous but do it as you wish!! :)

Thirty minutes…

You picked up the pace a little as you weaved your way through the crowded street.

He just had to last thirty minutes while I went and picked up groceries.

You ran up the stairs to the level that your shared apartment was on, throwing the grocery bags on the ground as you fumbled with the key in a hurried attempt to open the door. Once it was unlocked, you sparta kicked it open and ran inside, taking the white plastic bags full of food with you.

“Chanyeol! Chanyeol!” You yelled across the living space.

Said husband appeared from the bedroom and walked up to you slowly, shame and a hint of guilt washing over your features.

You pulled your phone out of your coat pocket and shoved the screen in his face.

“You mind telling me what ‘we may have a slight problem’ means?!” You tapped your foot on the ground. “I leave you alone at home with the baby for half and hour, and something goes wrong?”

Chanyeol refused to meet your eyes.

“Look, honey,” Your voice softened a little as you gently reached out to his arm. “I won’t be upset, I promise, just tell me what the problem is.”

“You’ll be upset.” Chanyeol met your gaze and pouted. “You’ll be very upset.”

“What’s the problem, Chanyeol, just spill it.”

“I lost it.”

You exhaled. “Okay… You lost what?”

Chanyeol winced and put his hands up in surrender as he spoke almost too fast for you to register.

“I lost the baby.”

Your eyes grew to the size of oranges. You just stared at your husband for a few moments in silence as he froze in his defensive position.

“You lost the baby..?”

He didn’t move as he shut his eyes closed.

“You lost the baby?!” Your voice raised incredulously. “Chanyeol, we live in an eight-hundred square foot apartment! How can you possibly lose a baby?!”

“I don’t know!” He backed away from you a smidgen, preparing himself in case you decided to strike. “I turned my back for like, ten seconds, and he was gone!”

“I swear to God Chanyeol,” You facepalmed. “At least he’s somewhere in this apartment.”

After ten minutes of scouring the recesses of the household, you found the little toddler curled up next to the washing machine, fast asleep in his favorite blanket. You were quick to scoop him up and carry him to the nursery room where you tucked him in.

You chuckled to yourself as you closed the door behind you. “You really couldn’t last thirty minutes, could you?”

Chanyeol was sitting on the couch, hands buried in his fluffy brown hair.

“I’m so sorry, Jagi, I swear I didn’t mean for this to happen.”

You sat down next to him and took both of his hands into your own. “It’s okay, it all turned out alright, and I know it’s-”

“You don’t understand,” Chanyeol interrupted you. “I promise, I had my eyes on him the entire time”

You smiled. “I know, honey, I know, I wasn’t expecting you to-”

He cut you off again. “I even followed the handwritten list you made for me about how to make the little baby food and how often to check his booties because he likes to untie them and play with the laces.”

“And I’m sure you did a great j-”

“And then I turned around! And it was like the little guy was a teleporter! I searched for a good five minutes before the panic set in and then I just had to text you that something was wrong.”

You huffed. “Chanyeol, it’s fine, I-”

“And then I was hating myself, telling myself how horrible of a husband I am that I couldn’t even keep track of our baby for half and hour when-”

“Stop interrupting me!” You grabbed your husband’s cheeks in between your palms, squishing them.

He looked at you with confused eyes and his lips smushed in the shape of a fish.

“I love you.” You put emphasis on every syllable. “This is all a learning process, okay? And we’ll get through this together.”

Chanyeol nodded and you pulled him into a hug that lasted what seemed like several minutes. You broke the hug off as a cringe-worthy smell filled your nose.

“What’s that smell?” You said, sitting up straight and eyeing your surroundings.

“Oh, yeah, about that.” Chanyeol scratched the back of his head and looked at the ground. “I thought I’d make up for it by making dinner.”

You stood up in a hurry and looked across the floor to the kitchen. Your gaze traveled down to Chanyeol and he met it relunctantly.

“Honey,” You called down to him with as much calm and tranquility as you could manage. “That’s awfully sweet of you.”

His eyes brightened and he grinned from ear to ear before you continued.

“-But you’ve set the stove on fire.”

Originally posted by r9e8d7

Ahh, for the anon who wanted this, I hope you liked it!! (When I first read #13 I thought it was talking about a miscarriage and I was like OMG THAT’S TERRIBLE HOW IS THAT FUNNY… Then I realized Chanyeol would totally lose his own kid that was in the same room as him) I tried to make it humorous for you~


  • a person: unironically uses the word "cyberchondria" in attempt to discredit self diagnosis
  • me: do you know that hypochondriasis is a legitimate mental illness and that ppl with it are probably not amused by terms that mock their anxiety
  • me: do know the difference between calmly wondering "hm, I seem to fit the characteristics of this mental illness, it would explain a lot of why i feel the way i do, i should do more research and talk to people with the condition about it" and being up all night panicking that you have a terminal illness that you logically know you don't have but panic about anyway
  • me: bc i've experienced both of those things and they are radically different

Au where wraps his scarf around Mikasa because he spilled a drink on her and now her shirt is see through and oh my god her bra is a cute light baby pink shade. Wait is that lace? Holy shit it’s lace and he can see her nipples. Fuck he needs to stop staring at her boobs. So he messly throws the scarf around her neck in a desperate attempt to cover her up as he repeatedly studders out apologizes.

He runs away mortified and so she won’t notice his boner. She totally notices.

In his attempt to run away he slips and hits his head. Mikasa has to drive him home.

I guess I just lost my husband / I don’t know where he went
So I’m gonna drink my money / I’m not gonna pay his rent (nope)
I got a brand new attitude / And I’m gonna wear it tonight

I’m telling you, this mix is pure gold.

anonymous asked:

Make up tip: if you're gonna over fill your eyebrows, do SOMETHING with your eyes to balance it out. Especially as your forehead is so tiny

thanks for the tip but i don’t need it :-)
you don’t need to tell people how to do their makeup because you prefer certain styles, especially when they’re still learning

the photos in the mustard shirt was my first attempt at doing my eyebrows, the photos in the navy shirt with gold detailing was my second attempt, and i’m doing really well, especially since my eyebrows are naturally thick and i have a problem where my hands shake constantly. so thanks!

anonymous asked:

You know Lena Dunham's story about randomly deciding to look in her sister's vagina one day and finding out she'd filled it with garden stones? There's something about that story that bothers me (besides the obvious) which is that a small girl filling her vagina with foreign objects is often a type of defence, attempting to keep out a regular molester. I don't think that was the first time Dunham did that to her sister at all.

Nor do I. Why are people still defending this piece of shit?

I know the further I go
The harder I try, only keeps my eyes closed
And somehow I’ve fallen in love
With this middle ground at the cost of my soul

Yet I know, if I stepped aside
Released the controls, you would open my eyes
That somehow, all of this mess
Is just my attempt to know the worth of my life…