For doing bad things and akumatizing people, as well as trying to get Ladybug’s and Chat Noir’s Miraculouses so he can have ultimate power and ??? rule the world maybe? Not really sure why he wants them.
This man is not hard to identify, as you can see (it’s probably why he always wears his mask)
He has no ears. He has no ears.
He has no hair, there is no hair on his head.
he has no eyebrows.
he has a really, really long chin
he wears a purple suit with weird flared out things.
he wears a grey mask with a butterfly motif on it.
speaking of butterflies, he is often in the presence of them and likes to unleash evil, purple ones into the world to make people do his bidding.
he has a cool staff.
he wears a butterfly pendant.
He usually looks like this:
But here we’ve made a rendition of what he might look like without the mask. If you see this man, please ask him who he is, because we here have no futzing clue.
(But no really, who is this guy? He looks nothing like Gabriel or anyone that we’ve seen. And it’s not just my no-good not-photoshop skills. The no ears thing is a joke. I gave him at least one and my sister told me to take it off, lol, So here you go, Papillon unmasked. Please enjoy.)
(i’m so, so, so sorry lol this is horrible i’m sorry)
sixteen year old girl making a joke:
why do people swim in the ocean? like, ever heard of frostbite? sharks?
overly aggressive tumblr vegan:
oh you hate sharks, b*tch? you hate innocent creatures who have never attacked ANYONE EVER just because you watched jaws? stop fucking fearmongering, you worthless piece of shit. do your parents even love you? is that it, c*nt? is that it, b*tch? also have i mentioned im vegan
superwholock blogger who's somehow still active in 2017. either 12 or 38, nowhere inbetween. icon varies, but it's always unsettling and often involves a flower crown:
OK WHATS UP FUCKERS LET ME LEARN YOU A THING!!!! SHARKS ARE SMOL PRECIOUS BEANS AND HERES WHY: [information copy-pasted from wikipedia] !!!!!!! SEE????? THIS IS HAPPENS WHEN TUMBLR GETS THEIR INFORMATION FROM THE INTERNET AND TV AND MOVIES!!!! READ BOOKS!!!!! MY FAVE IS JOHN GREEN!!!! ALSO HAVE I MENTIONED IM SAPIOSEXUAL
reylo blogger with a red and black theme who's hoarded more hamilton URLs than lin-manuel miranda himself:
it's people like OP that make me know i was born in the wrong generation -_-
that one feminism blog that adds unnecessary comments to everything:
60 different people who dont know how to use the tag function:
meninist butting in for no goddamn reason:
not all men
aesthetic blog that's entirely reposted instagram art:
hey im tyler promo my art [flower emojis]
the post is nine miles long and only halfway converted into the new format. it has 800,000 notes. you've seen it thirty four times. OP deactivated
Spencer set his messenger bag down on his desk, careful not to spill the coffee in his hands. He had barely sat down when he felt a vibration coming from his pocket. It was a text from you, and he immediately smiled while texting a quick reply. It weren’t the occasional texts, however, that indicated that Spencer had been seeing someone. Earlier this morning, Emily had walked past Spencer on her way to her desk and patted his head. “It’s past your ears again.” Her eyes wandered to the tips of his curls right below his ears. She then noticed something peculiar. A hickey, only slightly covered by his shirt collar.
About fifteen minutes later, the team, all except for Hotch and Rossi, were huddled at Emily’s desk. “I’ll bet $20 it’s been a little longer than a month,” Emily said, careful to notice Spencer’s micro expressions. “Almost two.”
“No way,” Derek said, taking a sip of his coffee. “I say two weeks, give or take.”
Penelope let out a giggle. “Who cares? It’s nice to see the genius so happy.” Derek raised an eyebrow at her, and she pulled out a $20. “Three weeks.”
“C’mon, let’s just ask him,” JJ suggested, already on her way to question her best friend.
“What’s her name?”
“Do we know her?”
“Do you have a picture of her?”
“What’s this about?” Spencer asked, feigning innocence. Penelope smacked his arm.
“You know what,” Penelope said. “If you don’t want to say anything, that’s fine. Just tell me her first name. And last.”
The four stared at him, eager to hear what the doctor had to say. Except, he didn’t say anything. He simply reached for his messenger bag, pulled out a magazine, and held it out. “I wouldn’t have brought this along with me, but believe me when I say that I haven’t gone through it yet.”
Penelope yanked the magazine from his hands and pointed to the front cover. It was a close up shot, hair only partially covering half of your face. You appeared to be wearing a turtleneck.
“She’s gorgeous, Spence,” JJ commented.
“I hope we get to meet her soon,” Emily added.
Derek was laughing. He put his hand on Spencer’s shoulder and said, “You might wanna borrow your girlfriend’s turtleneck, pretty boy.”
The girls tried to bite back their laughter. Spencer was genuinely confused until Derek pointed to the area of his neck just below his ear.
people abt that fidget spinner post: lol some people just dont know how to take a joke it seems!
zuke: boarded that deleted scene where peridot (autistic coded) was put in one of those baby chair things + being treated like a child despite the fact she absolutely doesn’t need to be treated like a child
welp i guess there’s not going back. @skidspace tagging you because you made me ship this and i don’t know if I hate you or love you for it probably the second one
So…I have this headcanon that Yandere when not stalking senpai or killing people, he likes to draw. It’s usually about him and senpai together and being happy and things like that but sometimes he draws the other ilplier egos and the stuff he thinks happens in their meetings and theories about the egos he doesn’t know well and thats how this stupid comic happend and instead of drawing specific things about that headcanon i go for the gay stuff. yay me
Note: I like to think that even if he can’t see with his eyes, the host is aware of the things happening around him(visuals and stuff like that) because of his “narrating everything that is happening” powers(at least most of the times)
Summary: So you’re a waitress in a café and Pip works with you and then an old lady happens. Tell the world I slayed this summary.
Pairing: Philip x Reader
Au: modern coffee shop
Warnings: Swearing, Kisses,
Note: Reader is clearly female in this one. I really enjoy writing Philip, and I really needed this so. Yup. I also am toying with a part two of this, but. oh well. Maybe, if y'all like it. Also. Asshole philip is something I really need in life, yet fail to write. Sorry for this being so short. idk. Also get it it’s called King’s café because Philip studied at kings college!!
Being a waitress as the “King’s café” was more adventurous than you first thought, as you applied for the job. Your Boss, Mr. Adams, was an arrogant asshole, but the person that kept you here was your colleague, Philip. He was a handsome, young guy and also a huge bitch. But you could live with that fact, because you enjoyed his presence. Now you were working here for almost two years, and you two had already gone through so much trouble, most of them because of overly disrespectful customers. But as Mr. Adams always put it: “The customer is king.” Even if they complained about the coffee being two degrees too hot, or the amount of whipping cream on their waffles being too high.
Summary: The reader and Dean are undercover as an engaged couple at a wedding reception. Something shifts between the two hunters.
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader
Word Count: 1,620
Warnings: ABSOLUTELY NONE. This is the fluffiest fluff to fluff.
A/N: So this is for @deansdirtylittlesecretsblog‘s RomCom Fluff Challenge, and I had prompt #70 from Sweet Home Alabama “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” (it’s bolded) This is also my first challenge ever. It was a lot of fun to write off of a prompt again! :) Hope this is fluffy enough for you, Mimi! Love you!
Dean Winchester is not a man who does relationships. He’s known for picking up girls in bars, leaving with them for a night and never seeing them again. So when you find yourself undercover, glued to his side as his fiancee for the evening at a wedding reception, it’s a bit weird to say the least. If you are honest with yourself, you have always harbored a crush for Dean since you moved into the bunker two years ago, you just never said anything for fear of ruining the amazing friendship the two of you shared.
Every time you’d overheard him flirting with some girl in a bar you had always wished he was flirting with you instead. The words he would use and how he would use them never failed; you knew that if he ever used his charm on you you’d be a puddle faster than anyone thought possible. You weren’t looking forward to him sweet talking you tonight though. The two of you were undercover and if he used it tonight it would just be part of that. Hearing him sweet talk you, only to know in your heart that he didn’t mean any of it would just be too much to handle. However, since the two of you had been at the wedding, he had yet to use any of his usual lines or tricks and it was making you nervous.
You will admit though, feeling Dean’s warm hand on the small of your back as the two of you socialize for the case is comforting. His hand is a silent reminder that he has no plans to leave your side. You’re admiring the ice sculpture picked out by the bride when you feel his thumb start to caress your back, and soon you feel a slight pressure to the side of your head. Dean pulls his lips away from your temple and leans down to whisper in your ear, “You know, I never did tell you how absolutely stunning you look tonight, y/n.”
You quickly turn to face Dean, a blush taking up residence in your cheeks as you look up into his piercing green eyes. Remembering to play along you weave your arm under his, and settle it around his waist, your eyes still on his as you smile shyly. “Thanks, babe. I wasn’t entirely sure how it would look. I don’t usually wear dresses like this, you know.”
He chuckles, a rumbling sound that rumbles through his chest and into your soul, warming you from the inside out. “This is true. Comes with the territory, I guess. Just means we should go out more often.”
The way Dean’s looking at you when he makes his last comment causes your heart to flutter, but before you can think too heavily on it Dean says, “Hey, would you mind dancing with me, y/n?” All you can do is smile and nod your agreement as he pulls you onto the dance floor.
As the two of you make it to the dance floor his hand finds its way back to the small of your back, gently pulling you to him, as his other hand grasps yours in his holding your entwined hands over his heart. You free hand finds its way up to his shoulder. The two of you just sway back and forth for a bit, letting the music wash over you, no words needing to be spoken.
A couple of minutes pass, and as you are glancing over Dean’s shoulder you feel his lips close to your ear as he starts to speak. “I want you to know, that I was serious when I said we should go out more. We don’t even have to go out somewhere to go out. I just want to spend time with you with the intention of kissing you at some point.”
You suddenly inhale sharply and pull back slightly so you can look Dean in the eye, hoping he’s saying what you think he’s saying. “Dean, what are you saying?”
He smiles and softly squeezes you closer to him as he answers you. “Y/n, I’m saying I’d love to take you out. Go on dates with you. Do the romance thing with you. Babe, I’ve fallen for you, and I’ve fallen hard.”
Glancing down at his lips, suddenly you’re filled with skepticism. Now eyeing him, you arch your brow and question. “You? Want to be with me? Like, exclusive be with me? Dean, did you drink the punch? There’s a rumor that someone spiked it.”
Dean shakes his head and laughs, then leans forward far enough that his forehead rests on yours. He smirks. “Yeah, I heard that too. But I haven’t had any because I wanted to be sober for tonight. It’s not every day you ask the woman you love to be your girl, now is it?”
Rolling your eyes you pull away enough to rest your head on his chest, your insecurities making themselves known. “Now Dean, why in hell would you want me to be your girl? I’m nothing special. I’m nothing like those girls you pick up in bars. I don’t have gorgeous long hair, I don’t have an hourglass figure, and I sure as hell am not a single digit size.”
You feel his body go rigid underneath your hands. His lips connect with the top of your head in a comforting kiss. “Y/n, is that seriously what you think?” He reaches a hand up, lifting your chin until you’re forced to make eye contact. “Of course you’re not like those girls from the bars. I’d hope to Chuck you’re nothing like them.” His eyes flicker back and forth between yours, trying to gauge how you’re taking his confession. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known. Your hair is so adorable in the morning when you have your severe cases of bed head. And your hips? Holy shit they’re intoxicating, y/n.”
Hearing him telling you what he loves about you is almost too much, and you try to look away as you blush furiously. His grip keeps you from turning away, and he smiles. “Hey, I’m not done honey. The girls from the bars might be single digit sizes, but I can guarantee that’s probably their IQ level as well.” He moves his hand from your chin to lightly caress your cheek as his eyes flicker to your lips, which causes you to subconsciously wet them with your tongue. “You’re like a siren, babe. And there’s no way in hell I have the power to walk away. Not that I’d ever want to.”
Before Dean can say anymore, you raise up on your toes and press a kiss to his lips. Reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck, you press yourself even closer to him. He responds almost instantly by wrapping his arms around you and sucking on your bottom lip. The two of you don’t deepen the kiss, but keep kissing nonetheless until you both are desperate for air. Breaking apart, you smile up at Dean through your lashes. “So, what was that about wanting me to be your girl?”
“Y/n, I want you to be my girl. I want to wake up next to you in the mornings and love you forever.” He runs his hands up and down your back, his smile making you swoon in your head.
You press a chaste kiss to his lips. “And why do you want to be with me?”
Dean thinks for a second, looks into your eyes, and with the utmost conviction says, “So I can kiss you anytime I want.” And leans in to place a kiss on your lips that is so full of love and emotion, and you’re thankful that he’s holding you because otherwise your knees would give out and you’d fall.
The kiss is making you dizzy, but you’re pulling away from Dean suddenly, you cock an eyebrow and stare at him. He’s got a shit eating grin on his face and you can’t help but break your stare and start laughing as you softly swat his chest. “Dean Michael Winchester, did you just quote Sweet Home Alabama?”
If at all possible, Dean’s grin widens as he winks at you. “Oh, baby. You know it. Sweet Home Alabama might be a chick flick, but I pay attention when you force me to watch those. Jake is a smooth man, and it worked like a charm. I mean, Melanie fell for it when they were six. But ignore the fact that it’s Jake’s line; it seemed like the right thing to say because it’s one of the truest statements I could come up with. Because if you’re my girl I get to kiss you, hug you, love you.. and love you, anytime I want.” His eyes darken as his hands gently slide down from their place on the small of your back to settle on your hips, his thumbs rubbing softly against your hip bones. And y/n, that’s all I want. That’s all I’ve wanted for a long time.”
Your breathing hitches when you catch his intentions, and your heart soars. Hearing what Dean has to say makes you realize just how lucky you are to have him, and how much you feel the same way. Who knows, maybe you’ve felt the same way the entire time. But what matters is that right now, the two of you both know how the other feels and it’s a good thing. Smiling, you look up at him. “Well then, Winchester. Looks like we’ve got some making up to do.” You pull Dean down into another searing kiss filed with the promise of more to come.
So you all know that post I made about making a discord group? Y'know, the one for people who want to do stuff as late bloomers. Like drawing, singing, playing/composing music, etc. Well, it’s a bit of a rough start so far because I’m still trying to figure out how I want to organize the channels, but otherwise, the server is set up.
It’s called the “gathering of old beginners” aka GOOB. In this discord group, folks can pick up new skills or get back into something they used to do without worrying about their skill level being ‘too low for their age.’
So far we have…
Drawing/digital art/etc Writing prose and poetry Instrumental music and composition Singing Voice acting Sewing, embroidery, knitting, etc.
It’s never too late! Learn alongside other goobers by sending me an instant message or an ask and receive an invite link!
It’s a zero judgement zone where we all exist to encourage each other, so please be careful about who you share the invite links with!
THIS IS A GROUP OF ADULTS. I am sorry younger people but this is an 18+ group! I am definitely considering one for teens who feel like they should have learned things at an earlier age but for now this is purely an adult group.