i dont enjoy anything

  • Natasha: I substituted all my social skills with physical violence.
wanna one as boyfriends: park woojin
  • as every other bf! pwj scenarios has said, woojin will be such a shy lil bean
  • i mean, im sure you knew he would be shy, but he literally just could not look at you directly for a week after you two started dating
  • even though he offers to go on a date with you every day no matter how short or long they may be
  • eye contact threw him into a fit of palm sweating, finger biting, hair fiddling, and cheek flushing
  • on your dates, he secretly loves subtle skinship in public as he was too nervous to be thAT FULL ON kinda dude
  • like when he accidentally brushed his hand against yours, grabbed the door handle at the same, etc
  • BUT in private, he’s gonna throw you around his shoulders
  • throw you on the couch
  • and koala-bear-attack you while watching your favorite flicks
  • also loves to stroke your hair absentmindedly
  • constantly takes secret candids of you
  • not really great at keeping it secret
  • eventually made a photo album of the candids for your one month anniversary
  • placed a recording of him telling you “i love you” inside so it plays upon opening
  • you open the book 2345798765432 times a day bc you love hearing his voice and because he didn’t know how to stop it (or redo it) so he ended up mumbling to himself until he figured it out how to stop recording
  • woojin rips the recording mechanism out after the third day
  • gets caught up in practice so he’s late A LOT
  • feels bad so he spends half the night winning as many claw game machines as possible
  • your bed is 83.48% plushies within a few weeks
  • “how are you mine?” “why would you pick me?”
  • needs reassurance bc he thinks you’re just that damn amazing
  • gifts you small things he notices you admiring through store windows or online
  • does that cheek-puff-air-blow thing while he waits for you to open your gift and see your reaction
  • “woojin, how did you know i wanted this?”
  • he’ll just do his awkward smile and ruffle your hair
  • will try to fix your hair when he sees he’s made it all stick out on top
  • makes it worse
  • ends up making you two so staticky both of your hairs start to stick together as you walk with one another

Dad Jokes - Sometimes they defuse the situation, most times they just delay the inevitable.

I’d say stop me but it’s almost 3AM and I’m kinda dead to the world lol.

oooh i just looked at the stats and in the past handful of episodes, percy and vex have soared past vax and keyleth as the couple with the most kisses, on the lips or otherwise - they actually doubled vax and kiki’s amount

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“Bruce,” Geoff says as he holds the phone to his ear. “I didn’t know you even had my number.” The words were casual but the accusation underneath was not missed.

“I got it from a friend.”

“And who-”

“We need your help,” Bruce interrupts, his tone firm and not betraying any further intentions though Geoff could tell immediately something was up.

“And what makes you think we’re going to provide you any help? I thought you would ‘rather lose your dick than accept help from us’ if I remember the conversation right.”

Bruce doesn’t react, doesn’t correct Geoff that that wasn’t what he said and Geoff frowns in concern. Clearly Bruce wasn’t fucking around. This was serious.

“We need your help. They have Elyse.”

Geoff takes a sharp intake of breath, face hardening. Geoff starts trying to calculate what weapons they have, how many people he can spare at this moment, how fast he could get there-

“What do you need us to do?” Geoff says, already preparing himself to do whatever is necessary to help.

ALRIGHT so i realized i should probably get my lil fantroll blog out there so here i go.

Reblog if you wanna RP with me, i’m very new but that’ll hopefully change :)

Edit: ok, i didn’t expect as many notes as i have. If you really wanna RP with me, leave a note in your tags, otherwise i’ll assume you’re spreading the word, and for that, i am grateful.

EDIT 2: i realized this post has been lacking upkeep, so just… message me if you wanna RP. I’ll answer, promise.

anonymous asked:

how many followers do u have? you totally don't have to answer, just curious :0

more than the population of my old town

lance mcclain : pilot of the blue lion, legendary defender of the universe, and part time flirt

We’re Still Here

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*Walks into the HP fandom two years late with Starbucks* Well, here I am for the deanmus ship week with your usual cliche post-battle reunion fic. Hope you guys enjoy it!


Dean stumbles over the rubble of the castle, tripping as his ankle twists over the uneven terrain. He kicks his feet out as he walks, debris flying forwards with each stride, the sound of rock clacking against rock snapping in his still ringing ears. He looks down the mountain of shambles he’s trying to descend, other students hovering around the base, trying to salvage whatever bodies they can fish out from beneath the remains of the school walls. 

He had climbed his way to the top to get a view of the courtyard, the battle’s ruthlessness leaving massive stretches of the school walls open and broken. The remains of the crumbled walls created a perfect point to survey the school grounds, only taking a few minutes of unsteady footholds to get to the top. He had spent his time there with a hand above his eyes to shade against the glaring sun, finally rising after the hell of battle. It brought with it the welcome feeling of respite, the dregs of students made fighters finally able to breathe a justified and earned sigh of relief. He had scanned over the span of the horizon, watching straggling wixes going about to clean up the mess, sometimes entire pieces of broken stone rising up and back into place, slowly but surely bringing the structure of Hogwarts back to its pristineness.

Even as high up as he had been, Dean has no luck in his search, the familiar mess of sandy hair nowhere to be seen among the wreckage.

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guys have u fuckening seen this

I don’t mean to be a Bitch™ but like… I’m getting kinda of annoyed about Bughead being a part of everything Riverdale related.

Don’t get me wrong, I dont have anything against Bughead, in fact, I quite enjoy some of that shit on the regs. However, if there is a post about, for instance, Kevin and Betty, I don’t understand why it can’t just be about their friendship.

Idk, I reblog Bughead stuff all the time but at the moment I’m just getting frustrated because I tend to keep finding posts diverting back to the ship when it started as something else? If that makes sense?

Yes, I like bughead.

However, I would like to be able to have a conversation about Jughead and Betty’s separate relationships with their friends and the other characters without it having to circle back to their relationship because recently I feel like I see a lot of posts like that and I’m not about to delete comments because I’m not a dick lmao.

i can’t be in tumblr anymore. i legitimately cant spend more than 3 minutes in this website without finding a post of someone spewing bullshit about my friends so yeah, i hope you dont mind me almost never posting anything because i legitimately dont enjoy tumblr anymore.

anyway; here’s a sheep girl i made. blah blah.

hggg ok rough couple days but I am alive. what am draw for Inktober tonight. Using the “shattered” prompt bc I didn’t draw yesterday and I can probably come up w/ something specific for “teeming” but there’s soooo much choice for shattered and I can’t decide if I want to do something very literal or something less so

  • My TV head sona (obvious choice)
  • Vox from Freefonix because I’ve never fucking drawn him and his design is actually dope
  • Something symbolic/metaphorical with Ania or Drey
  • Grandomina… either heartatak(s) or some angst bullshit with the protags
  • ???? other ???? I don’t think I have any Oddworld stuff that would fit either way but I could maybe bullshit a Beta Stratagem drawing out of it

Ok, Tumblr, now it’s getting weird.  How did THIS show up in the ads on my dash?  I’ve never googled oatmeal creme pies–ever–or ordered them online.  

*cue spooky music*

But…there’s a box on my kitchen counter three feet away…