i just wanted your face in my blog

annalisekeatin  asked:

Hi! I'd seen some of your art on my dashboard but today I spent some time seeing it on your blog (I even went through the whole supergirl tag) and I love it so much! Not only are your illustrations effortlessly heartwarming, they're also very funny. I laughed at "You've been framed for a heinous crime by your evil genocidal mother. Move back 20 spaces." for longer than I'd like to admit. I just really wanted to thank you for bringing a smile to my face and inspiring me to create more art.

Thank you. This message made me happy. Keep making that art.

anonymous asked:

Try to understand why some Sanvers shippers aren't happy with Katie McGrath being promoted to a series regular. Sanvers gets less than 5 minutes of screentime per episode. 2-3 minutes on average. More characters means more focus on those characters and even less screentime for Sanvers. Some people don't like Lena Luthor as a character. Most don't like the fact that she'll take screentime away from a LGBT couple when LGBT representation is already so scarce and with limited screentime.

Literally stfu. Your fave Flopriana Lime is a rape apologist who stole a role from a poc. Forgive me if I don’t want her ugly face on my screen.

And you don’t have to beat down another woman just because you’re threatened and jealous of Katie. Take this misguided hate and put it towards being angry about how Mon-El and his abusive ass is taking over the lesbians’ screen time.

Oh, and I definitely “understand” about LGBT+ rep. If you actually scrolled through my blog, you’d know that. But I also care about racism and sexual assault. Don’t try to lecture me.

anonymous asked:

Why am I to afraid to ask things with my name showing? Like, the introvert/extrovert question and this super akward compliment and a few other questions came all from me but I am terrified of the idea that I say something stupid and then you ( who probably doesn't even remember me) think of me as a creep. Whoops and now I feel odd again. Sorry for writing this much byyye.

First of all: Of course I remember you, dear! You are kind and lovely and I don’t know how other people think about this but to me it always means a lot if someone isn’t just here for the stuff I write (which is of course great as well) but also sees me as a person. You are in no way a creep and I really hope that my blog will at some point be a place where no one feels the need to hide their face!
You can always message me, other than send an ask, but take your time, I just want you to know that I appreciate every single one of you so much.


… when skellies get elctricuted? idk man.

hah, fuck anatomy, I am having a helluva fight with this artblock, so just getting something stamped as DONE is a fucking miracle

also - I have too many different ways I want them to look as humans, I had such a hard time picking a design… and then, out of my hands this crap came to be. Im sorry, it’ll be better next time pfffff

Today I hit 5000 followers so I smashed my face into a cake like I promised. This blog has been a wild ride and I want to thank all of you for embracing Aunt Tanya and her family and laughing at my jokes. I love you. Stay classy. Don’t forget your roots. More celebration to come soon.

For @emmmna who asked me for something to cheer them up. I went through my blog looking at fluffy otp prompts and found this: “‘Be nice to your seat partner. They might just be your future spouse!’ the teacher says, and you turn to me and wink. Are you even real??” au. I wrote it rather quickly but I hope it makes you smile, sweetheart!

Derek is a popular kid, and by law (according to every teen movie ever made) his brand of popular is not supposed to get this dumbstruck when the guy who once sneezed on his apple the first day of pre-school winks at him in the middle of Biology.

Derek doesn’t know what it is about Stiles Stilinski but he drives him insane– standing by his locker, talking to that McCall kid in class, sitting on the bench, fidgeting at lacrosse games. One moment Derek is a perfectly normal teenage boy with a perfectly functioning teenage brain and the next he’s that guy in a romantic comedy; all the lights dim and it’s just him, Stiles and whatever bizarre thing Stiles is doing. It’s horribly, wonderfully unsettling and Derek is 95% sure he’s in some kind of love. (He is still a little disturbed Erica had to physically drag him away last week when his eyes refused to stop looking as Stiles tried and failed to lick some kind of sauce – meat, Derek thinks it was – from his elbow.)

“What?” he asks, blinking, trying to look up at Stiles’ face. Unfortunately, his brain has other plans and he continues to remain fixated on the way Stiles is holding his pencil, twirling it between his fingers. He wonders, briefly, what they would feel like laced between his fingers or running through his hair before immediately stopping because no. Stiles also makes him want to bash his head against the wall 75% of the time. He’s a lethal combination.


“I said I’d like a fall wedding. They seem to be quite popular for some reason. Maybe it’s all the pretty leaves.”

Derek blinks again, suddenly struck by the image of Stiles in a suit surrounded by crisp, golden leaves to match his eyes. It’s a strangely lovely image and turning away a little, he scowls at the way his stomach flutters. He’s seventeen for Christ’s sake. He’s only kissed one person: Paige Krasikeva during a game of truth or dare. “You know Miss Byrne was kidding when she said we’d all get married, right? We’re not going to fall in love just because we got seated together in one class together.”

Derek hopes it will be just one class, anyway. He doesn’t think he’ll survive the year otherwise. At least, his grades won’t.

“That’s what you think.” Derek feels his scowl deepen and Stiles throws his head back, sighing. “Yes, buzz kill, I do actually know what a joke is, thank you very much.” He blushes a little, ducking his head, and Derek instantly feels bad.

“I, uh…”

“Dude, look. It’s fine. Sorry.  I didn’t mean to, like, offend you or whatever.”

“You didn’t offend me.”

Stiles snorts. “Uh-huh. You moved your chair the moment you sat down next to me. I get it, it’s fine. I’ll shut up, I promise.” He mimes zipping his lips, blush deepening, and his eyes zero in on his textbook but Derek can tell he’s not taking in a word of it, even as he turns the page.

Opening his note book, Derek cringes, writing down the date. He looks to the clock. He’s got another thirty minutes of sitting here with Stiles.

Twenty-nine, he swallows.

Twenty-eight, sneaking a glance at him.

Twenty-seven: “I’m sure you’d make a beautiful bridegroom.”

Stiles’ head snaps up and he drops his pencil. They both watch it roll away. “What?”

Derek wants to slap himself. Of all the things he could have said, of all the fucking things, who the fuck says…that?

“I, erm-”

“You don’t have to mock me, you know,” Stiles hisses, defensive, embarrassed. “I get it. You’re the basketball captain and I’m on the bleachers. You don’t belong with me, whatever.”

Derek bites his lip, supressing a smirk. “Did you…did you just paraphrase Taylor Swift to me?”

Stiles’ cheeks colour again and Derek’s breath hitches. Fuck, he’s never going to tire of that.

“You knew I was paraphrasing Taylor Swift?”

They both burst out laughing at the same time, earning them a scowl from Miss Byrne and a guffaw from the back of the room. Turning, Derek catches Lydia Martin roll her eyes at them before shooting Stiles a knowing look. When he turns back around, Stiles is an even brighter shade of red, if that’s even possible, mouthing something to her. It’s utterly, utterly endearing and Derek kind of wants to do something stupid, like hold Stiles’ hand or draw hearts all over his notebook.

“You know,” he whispers, after a moment, feeling brave, “I’ve still never forgiven you for sneezing on my apple. Maybe you could buy me a new one, after school.”

Stiles’ mouth drops open. “That one is on you, buddy. Who actually brings an apple to give to their teacher on the first day of school anyway?”

It’s Derek’s turn to blush. Dammit. “Oh, I don’t know. People with manners?”

Stiles’ eyes widen. “That’s…the most adorable thing I’ve ever heard, dude.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh my god, but it is.

“Are you going to buy me another one or not?” Derek asks, rolling his eyes, resisting the urge to wrap his arms around himself. God, what is wrong with him.

Grinning, Stiles reaches into his bag, presenting him with a –

“I don’t know what kind of apples you eat but that is an orange.”

Stiles curses, scratching the back of his neck, and Derek just about falls out of his seat with how tingly he feels looking at him.

He desperately hopes he’s not giving him heart eyes.

“Points for trying?” Stiles grins, hopeful.

Derek pretends to consider him before taking the orange and beginning to peel it. “Depends.”


“If marrying me includes a date after school today.”

In the end, it’s Stiles who falls out of his seat, and Derek can’t stop grinning for the rest of the day thinking about it.

Pick you up at 6? comes a text the moment he sits down in History. Erica peeks over his shoulder, trying to pry as usual, but Derek hides his phone, heart pounding as he replies, I help coach the pee wee basketball team until seven. Pick me up then?

So. Darn. Cute, Stiles texts back.

“Derek…are you – are you blushing? Oh my god, you never blush. Who was that? Was that Stilinski?”

“Shut up, Erica.”


Stiles ends up taking him to an apple orchard and buys him exactly one hundred and one apples. 

“One hundred and one apples for forever and a day?” he asks, winking. Derek’s stomach flips.

“Sure,” Derek says, shaking his head fondly, biting into one and then, because Stiles bought him several different kinds, another.


“Forever and a day?” Stiles asks, fourteen years later, holding out an apple. It’s cut in half and getting down on one knee he opens it carefully, like a box. Inside is a ring.

“Sure,” Derek whispers, grinning so hard it hurts, falling to his knees and burying his face in Stiles’ neck to hide his blush.



Stiles laughs. “Fair enough.”

I’m being told to be “civil” to trump voters. Civil when they vote for a man who’s running mate wants LGBT people like me dead. Civil when they vote for a man who supports the sexual assault of women like myself. Civil when they vote for a man who wants Muslims and POC dead. Civil when I am sobbing and shaking and vomiting because I am scared. I will NOT be civil. I do not care if it is their right to vote for whoever they want. They told me “fuck your rights” by voting for him, so I will say it to their face. If you voted Trump, get the fuck off of my blog right now. If you voted 3rd party, screw you, your ignorance just cost us everything 

BTS Reaction - He Cheats on You/requested

Anonymous said: can you do a bts request on after he cheats on you? and like he’s trying to get you to forgive him and you may or may not want to? sorry i just love angst! Thank you!!! love your blog <3


After three months on tour, Jungkook comes home only to find you fuming in the kitchen. You thrust your phone into his face and he sees a picture of him and a random girl holding hands. The argument leaves the two of you in tears, and you walk out of his apartment and don’t look back.

“What the fuck is this, Jungkook? Obviously, she is my replacement.”

“Y/N, you know I’m sorry and it was so stupid of me. We haven’t seen each other in ages and I don’t know..I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I need to think about this for awhile. Don’t call me. I’m leaving. Let me think.”


He called you a different name while you were in bed. You stopped kissing him and pulled back, staring into his eyes with an unreadable expression on your face that quickly turned to anger.

“What the hell did you just call me?”

“Y/N, no, look I’m sorry I didn’t mean to. I just, I’ve just been having dreams about my ex-girlfriend lately and I don’t know why.

“Do I remind you of her or something? You couldn’t have blurted her name any other time?”

“No, no you don’t look anything like her. I’m sorry, Y/N. Can you forgive me?”


You caught him texting a girl he swore he had nothing going on with. But the text messages you saw suggested otherwise, because you grabbed his phone from his hands and scrolled, seeing hearts and dirty text messages. The two of you screamed until your voices were hoarse, and before he could continue you left, slamming the door behind you.

“Am I not good enough for you? Who are you anymore?”

“I’m sorry! She got flirty and I don’t know what I was doing, Y/N I have no excuse!”

“No, your excuse is thinking you can do whatever you want now that you have more than enough fans to keep yourself entertained.”


You always hated clubbing, but Taehyung seemed to enjoy it. So when you walked into your house the next day to find a random girl sleeping in your’s and Taehyung’s bed, you calmly locked eyes with Taehyung, say what you needed to say, then walked out.

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you. But I’m done.”

“Y/N I-”


You had noticed something suspicious was going on lately. This girl would keep appearing in places and you’d find Namjoon, your boyfriend, close behind. One day, you opened the door to the studio and found Namjoon and the girl making out against the soundboard. 

“Y/N! Wait, I can explain! She came onto me, we were just writing some lyrics to a new song and it happened. I’m sorry.”

“We can talk about this another time, I need to calm down before I wake up the entire building because you deserve to be screamed at.”


It was the day you were going to tell him that you were pregnant. He just looked at you standing on his porch, then stepped towards the side to reveal the half-dressed girl behind him. You ignore his pleading words and walk back to your car and drive away without looking back.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I was going to tell you. I..it’s a mistake. I made a mistake and I wish I could take it back. Please understand..”


You found a skirt that didn’t belong to you stuffed behind the dresser in your’s and Jimin’s bedroom. Wasting no time at all, you called him over facetime and showed him the skirt. His eyes went wide and he began stuttering, but you hung up and ignored his constant calls and texts.

“Look, Y/N, it was a long time ago! It was before we even started dating! She was only a fling and she left her skirt there-”

hi! i’m not memeufacturing!

people are already saying i am so i just wanted to make this post to say otherwise.

yes my name is august, no i’m not memeufacturing.

i’ve had this blog for nearly 3 years!

im not sure if memeufacturing had one but just in case, to prove im not them, my selfie tag is /tagged/my face.

if you come off anon, i’ll also give you my facebook!

i’d also like to mention please PLEASE check your sources before you accuse someone of being someone else. as an abuse victim it makes me feel sick that people are getting me confused with them.

thank you!

New York Mornings

pairing ; daveed x reader

summary ; a sweet new york morning with your boyfriend.

words ; 957 ─ drabble.

warnings ; none! pure fluffy fluff



The sunlight of New York seeped through the window, cascading upon the mussed up bed, a sleeping couple tangled in their grey sheets.

Only a caramel back was exposed, moving with the breaths the man it belonged to was taking. His broad shoulders shielded the smaller being encased in his arms, as if protecting her from the horrors of the world. His big puffy hair was exploding around his neck and face, some curls falling against his cheek and others falling on the pillow.

A strange sound came from just outside the large apartment, startling the woman cuddled up to her lover’s chest. Her eyes remained closed but her senses became more than aware in the few seconds it took for said sound to make it to her ears.

Pressing her forehead into her boyfriend’s chest, she grimaced at being awoken, wanting nothing more than more time with him. She inhaled deeply, placing an arm over his waist and letting it hang loosely. The warmth coming from his body was the only thing she needed this very moment, so she was going to relish in it as long as possible.

After a few minutes, and her almost drifting to sleep once more, another strange sound from outside made itself known. She opened her eyes then, looking at some of the hair on her boyfriend Daveed’s chest, trying to focus on where the hell that was coming from.

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anonymous asked:

You think Clarke is in love with Bellamy? When L.exa drawing is the first thing she wants to see every day? Or Niylah's face sharing her bed? It just goes beyond my understanding that she can do those things while Bellamy is right there, in the same place as her. Niylah's love isn't possesive or passional but it's still love and makes Clarke feel comfortable. In your opinion why have the writers put Clarke and Niylah together, as a couple? What's the point?

(Listen, you sent this to my Bellarke blog, and you’re challenging my understanding of love, and the primacy of CL over Bellarke, so I’m going to tell you without worrying about your sensitivity. If what I’m about to say was going to trigger or harm you, you shouldn’t have come to me. And you know it. You’re either asking for real about how I can make this claim, or you’re trying to find a flaw in my reasoning and call me on… I don’t know? hypocrisy? lesbophobia? delusion? In which case, I’m just going to answer the way I’d answer the first possibility, with my reasons.  And if I say Bellarke is more important to Clarke [not as representation in the real world but in the narrative] I run the risk of being called a lesbophobe anyway, so I’ll say what I have to. But thanks for abbreviating Lxa. That’s kind of you.)

Yeah I think Clarke is in love with Bellamy. And has been for 2 seasons now. 

I think Clarke realized she was in love with Bellamy while he was in the mountain and she was spending all her energy and attention trying to keep him alive. I think when she told Lxa she wasn’t ready for anything with anyone, because of her first love’s very recent death, she was talking about both L AND Bellamy. That’s why she couldn’t hug him when she met him under the mountain and that’s ONE of the reasons she left Camp Jaha. Because it was all too much. But she did kiss him then. 

Yes. That means that Clarke was in love with Bellamy the entire time she was in Polis. Yes. I am saying that Clarke loved Bellamy before she loved Lxa. She sent him away from Polis to protect him from what happened to Costia. She knew already that L and Roan knew she valued him. They had already put his life at risk. And she also didn’t go home because she still wasn’t ready. It was still too much. She had not healed yet. She was not ready.

She stayed in Polis and worked with Lxa and for the most part it was pretty business like. She came to her in a nightgown and was sent away. Clarke did not open up to Lxa until after she visited Bellamy in Hakeldama and he refused her partnership and basically told her everything she’d done wrong and how she had hurt him and then tried to lock her up. In other words. She thought there was no shot with Bellamy anymore. She thought he hated her.

And then suddenly Clarke was open to Lxa and letting her in and more friendly. Yes. I am telling you that Lxa was a rebound. Or rather, the man she loved rejected her and she turned to the woman who loved her and she cared for a lot, and yes, loved… maybe not the same way that she loved Bellamy, but she loved her. They had a great chemistry and a connection that was a singular thing. And that is what allowed Clarke to love Lxa when she was already in love with Bellamy. And that was right and good. No one should ever have to pine away and deny themselves love because someone else doesn’t feel the same back. They should DEFINITELY move on and find love where it is. 

I mean, listen. love is not this thing you imagine it is, with One True Love and Never Again Shall I Love Another Or At Least Not Until I Have Suffered Enough And Am Old And Ugly And Not Hot Anymore.

She did love Lxa and it was a passionate, painful, traumatic love affair. It also lasted a couple weeks tops. If I’m feeling generous about what constitutes a love affair, and not a difficult, fraught political arrangement and royal imprisonment. But honestly, as someone who was in a passionate, painful, traumatic marriage for ten years, I’m really not all that impressed with a few days on vacation in a tower.

Do you know that I still have photos of my ex lovers that I look at from time to time? And they didn’t die a horrible death. Did you know that sometimes, when your heart is broken, you just need to feel human comfort and touch? This has already been their relationship, Clarke and Niylah. Human comfort, which I think is wonderful. We should be able to find that with each other, as long as both partners are on the same page. 

So how could she turn to Niylah when Bellamy is right there? 

Ahh…. my theory on Clarke turning to another lover when she is rebounding from Bellamy’s rejection has actually been proved.

Clarke touched his hand and opened the door for more intimacy, pressed her face to his hand, sought out more contact than they’d ever had before and he… told her to go to sleep. He shot her down. This does not mean she doesn’t love him. She puts it away, and goes back to work like he told her to. Her feelings for him, her caring for him more than anyone, are confirmed by his hostage situation. But she does not think he wants to be romantic with her. The comfort from Niylah, her friend, is the comfort she needs, because she cannot have the man she loves. She is SAD, nonny. And lonely. And Niylah is so sweet and supportive and beautiful. There is nothing wrong here.

anonymous asked:

Hiya, I love your blog a lot, and I really love Saeran. If it's not too much trouble could you maybe write about him with a male mc who is smol and shy and kind of just burrows himself into Saeran when he wants physical contact? (like hiding his face in Saeran's neck or wrapping himself in Saeran's arms/clothes)? SFW and NSFW is that's okay? (Like sometimes mc gets a bit too close and Saeran is like "oh shit this is cute and hot what do")

Hiya, thank you for liking my blog! Thank you for requesting, it’s interesting to get to write a little for Male!MC.
As I’ve said, I don’t do NSFW, but I’m good with the rest! ^^

  • When he first connected with you, he’d automatically assumed that you were a girl, but was perfectly cool with it
  • after all you were still cute af okay-
  • Honestly gender wasn’t going to change the plan at all so where was the issue?
  • And let me say that it did not change how hard he fell for you oKAY then
  • You’re both quite shy when it comes to affection, so he may be a little slow with picking up on any requests
  • But as soon as he does? You’re not getting away until you get your damn affection
  • When you do get caught in a cuddle-fest, he’s unsurprisingly comfortable with just sitting for hours with you, without moving
  • He might be a bit awkward if you do it around people at first since it can make him feel a little vulnerable, but he’s still perfectly fine with staying close to you, especially as your relationship develops
  • Eventually, your way of initiating contact might just rub off on him, even if he’s a little reluctant to at first
  • Over time, when he’s having a rough time he will just latch on to you
  • He literally loves physical contact with you, and will gladly wait until you burrow to know that yes you’re good with hugs right now
  • And as soon as you do, he’s 100% down for affection, regardless of the situation

anonymous asked:

Hey!!! Love your blog!!! I just wanted to ask if the guys ever roast each other? Like do they clap back at each other? That would be funny



He’s the smooth and quick roaster. A quick clapback is all he needs. He always has this indifferent look on his face, and a small smirk when he delivers the roast.

And yeah, you should be afraid when he does that little thing that indicates when he’s about to roast someone. Jaw clamp, and he crosses his arms. He’ll lean against something and then you you know its coming.


RAPHAEL GOES IN AND TAKES NO HOSTAGES, NO NAMES, NO NOTHIN’. There is no chill with Raph when he roasts someone.

Raph will rip into a bitch, and usually its sharp and snappy, like a bite. He’ll tower over them, lean in and snatch em’ bald. If he’s across the room, he’ll holler and it’s lowkey terrifying.


Despite how good at roasting his bros are, Mikey is the KING of roasting. He goes all in. Go big or go home, that’s his game motto. Mikey is super intuitive. Super smart, maybe not, but he know how crack someone open and read em’ like a book.

He isn’t bug on intimidation, instead he’s all in your face and smug. 50% chance he’s gonna do a little bob & weave dance while he’s at it.


Donnie is the more emotional roaster.

His head’ll fall just and bit, and he’ll look at you over the top of his glasses and then lay down the most crippling roast you’ve ever endured.

Though he does switch. One day, he’s a merciless roasting God, and the next he can’t even find it in himself to insult his sandwich.

Playful Teasing || Kim Mingyu

Originally posted by jeonwuu

HI!!! I love your blog and I was wondering if maybe you could do a Seventeen Mingyu scenario when you guys have sex and afterwards the boys tease him because he comes home with a pair of panties in his back pocket. Thank you!

Thank you so much! As for your request I don’t write smut because it goes against my religious morals and I’m asexual so I don’t really feel comfortable about writing smut, but I changed it up to just write a quick drabble on the last part. I’m sorry to let you down, but maybe you could ask a different blog later if you really want to read something like this another time. Anyways, I hope you enjoy! xx

Mingyu made his way back to the dorm with a huge smile on his face and a small hop in his step. He had just come back from an amazing night spent with his ever so lovely girlfriend, [y/n]. At first it started out with snuggling and watching Disney movies all night had turned into something more steamy about half way through their marathon. The next thing he knew he woke up with his girlfriend lying on his chest, both of them stark naked underneath a blanket on the sofa. He can’t help but smile at the thought of everything that happened, every little detail and moment made his body fill with a sensation of happiness.

He felt bad for having to leave so early after they shared their first time with each other, but he did have about a thousand texts from each of his group members telling him that he needed to get his butt over to the dorm for a group meeting. [y/n] reassured him that it was fine and that she had work anyways. She kindly helped him by handing him his jeans and sneakers before seeing him out of her small apartment.

Once Mingyu arrived at the dorm, he pulled out his keys and unlocked the door, stepping inside immediately after. He was greeted by the rest of his group sitting around the living room area of the dorm, their leader Seungcheol motioning for him to take a seat. He ended up sitting in between Wonwoo and Dino, lounging his feet ontop of the small coffee table that they had set up. Seungcheol rolled his eyes and started off the group meeting by talking about ideas on what they would like their newest concept to be.

Mingyu started to zone out, which was no big surprise to anyone really. He never usually paid too much attention to group meetings in the dorm. Often times they would be about the new bathroom schedule or someone stole someone else’s underwear and they needed to by them a new pair before someone flips something. Usually he was never really the cause of the meetings so he tended not to pay attention. But this time even though it was about the band itself, he had other things on his mind. Things such as how soft her skin felt against his own, her messy and tangled hair through his fingers as she looked up at him drove him crazy, and the passion, oh the passion she gave him when they were intimate drove him over the edge and he knew that with just one of her ‘looks’, she had him like melted jelly in her hands…

“What about you, Mingyu?” Seungcheol asked, breaking Mingyu out of his trance.

“Uh…” He responded as he looked around, all eyes were one him.

Seungcheol sighed and shook his head. He stood up from his seat and looked at the rest of seventeen before rolling his eyes at Mingyu.

“You need to really start paying attention to these meetings,” He spoke as he finally dismissed the band to go off and do their own thing.

Mingyu stood up from his seat and bowed slightly at his leader, apologizing for not paying attention….agian. Seungcheol waved him off and excepted his apology.

“Mingyu’s just been in wonderland lately,” Wonwoo said to no one in particular, “It’s been like that ever since he met [y/n].”

“I have not,” Mingyu responded getting all defensive.

“Yeah, sure. If you say so,” Wonwoo said, adding a little pat to the right cheek of Mingyu rear end.

Mingyu’s cheeks flushed read at the contact for his best friend’s hand on his rump. Wonwoo on the otherhand gave a quizial look at the odd feeling of something in the pocket of Mingyu’s jeans. Now that he notices, there seemed to be some strange looking lump in his right pocket. Without thinking, Wonwoo reaches into Mingyu’s butt pocket and pulls out a rather red and lacy object.

“Oh my god!” Wonwoo exclaims as he lets out a loud laugh.

Mingyu turned around to face his friend and gasped at the object that he held in his hand. His entire face was bright red as he went to quickly grab the object from Wonwoo’s hand. Wonwoo only held it out of his reach and began to tease his best friend.

“Looks like I found out what Mingyu has been thinking about this entire time,” He said rather loudly, earning the attention from the rest of the band.

Snickers were heard coming from every direction and Mingyu wanted nothing more than to hide away from everyone out of embarrassment. He grabbed the lacy red panties from Wonwoo’s grasp and hid them behind his back from everyone. Once his face began to gain it’s color back, he turned to face the rest of his band.

“At least I’m getting some unlike the rest of you,” He spoke with a smug smirk as he walked away and into his shared room to call [y/n] up and tell her about the events that just happened, leaving everyone speechless.

“Hyung,” Dino spoke up as he looked towards Wonwoo, “What was that lacy thing in Mingyu’s pocket?”

(lmao this really sucked but it’s 3am and I’m feeling super hyper and awkward)

hey everyone! I’m looking for some more blogs to follow because i want to see some new faces on my dashboard and because my dash has been a little dead lately. i know i make these kinda posts a lot, but i’m always up for following more blogs since I don’t follow that many to begin with! 

So like or reblog (reblogs appreciated to spread this around) this post if you post the following and I’ll check your blog out!

  • Fire Emblem (just the series in general, i’ve played a few games from it and i’m really excited for all the new stuff coming!)
  • Ace Attorney (same as above! I’m still on Apollo Justice tho shhhh but I really love Maya Fey if you haven’t noticed)
  • Professor Layton (i’ve played all the games and I’m suuper hyped for Lady Layton!!)
  • Nintendo stuff in general
  • Little Witch Academia
  • My Hero Academia
  • Mob Psycho 100
  • Love Live! (my faves are Umi and Dia)
  • A Series of Unfortunate Events
  • anything related to photography stuff
  • also anything related to writing/literature in general (i’m a very enthusiastic english major lmao)

+ bonus points if you are a writer like me too!

Here’s my about me page and here’s my tags page of more stuff I usually blog about. My blog is a slight mess, but I’ve had it for a while. 

So thank you for checking out my blog if you do and I’ll be sure to check yours out as well! 

hiramplease  asked:

Okay, so I know you have a lot on your plate, and you don't have to answer if you don't want, or if you already have. I wanted to know your thoughts on pomeranians. A few years ago my family found one in a vacant lot and he kind of just became part of the family. Also he's huge. 16 pounds. Not overweight but just like an oversized pom. Anyway, I love your blog and the information you provide. I don't need a diagnosis or anything. I just like talking about my dogs, and I have pictures if you want

I get there eventually. I just appreciate askers who are patient and submit asks on one topic at a time.

Before any readers get up in arms about this post, please note the disclaimer: These posts are about the breed from a veterinary viewpoint as seen in clinical practice, i.e. the problems we are faced with. It’s not the be-all and end-all of the breed and is not to make a judgement about whether the breed is right for you. If you are asking for an opinion about these animals in a veterinary setting, that is what you will get. It’s not going to be all sunshine and cupcakes, and is not intended as a personal insult against your favorite breed. This is general advice for what is common, often with a scientific consensus but sometimes based on personal experiences, and is not a guarantee of what your dog is going to encounter in their life. With that out of the way…

Pomeranians are a funny group of dog. There are two very different looking types of dog that both get called ‘Pomeranian’.

The show-type (sometimes called bear faced) Pomeranian:


Through to the longer, thinner furred, fox face type:


Both of thee types, and anything in between, might be refereed to as a Pomeranian. Show breeders and purebred dog enthusiasts will insist that only the first type is a ‘proper’ pom, and the foxy types are either poorly bred by backyard breeders or mixed with something. I mean, they probably are mixed with something somewhere along the way, but this second type of Pomeranian is more common and so I’m including them in this post.

Medially Luxating Patella is the most common surgical concern in this breed. These dogs often have dodgy kneecaps, but what will vary is how much the luxating patella bothers the dog. A low grade one may not bother a fit dog very much at all, but the more severe it is and the heavier the dog is, the more likely they will require surgery. They often have this condition in both knees, but one may be worse than the other. Any little dog that starts skipping on three legs, or that owners suspect is ‘faking’ lameness buy holding a leg up when running should be suspected of this condition. 

Dental Health is a big deal for these dogs. Being so little, they don’t need a huge amount of food, so it’s easy for owner to fall into the trap of spoiling them. They are also often not very strong chewers, even for little things like chicken wings.

As they get older many of these dogs develop a honking cough. Half the time this is due to collapsing trachea, where the cartilage in the trachea weakens with age and can collapse when the dog breathes in too hard, i.e. when it’s excited.

A cough can also be a symptom of heart disease, most commonly mitral valve disease in this breed. Heart disease is never exactly a walk in the park, but getting this condition in a twelve year old dog is not as big an issue as finding it in a seven year old dog, as we often do with Cavalier King Charles Spaniels.

Trimming nails is also a much bigger issue for this breed than it should be. If people would put in just a little more effort teaching their dogs my life would be easier.

These are the conditions I see commonly across the Pomeranian spectrum. In the show-type Pomeranian I also see more Intervertebral Disc Disease and rarely hydrocephalus.

Personally I really like the foxy poms. They’re sweet while still being full of energy. I have cried over these dogs.  ❤ Pepper & Cricket ❤

It wont surprise you to learn that I see less issues with the foxy type poms, especially in regard to their head, than I do with the show type poms. Extremes of anatomy consistently correlate with more medical concerns.

But both types can be very nice little dogs, especially when socialized and not encouraged to be fearful, as happens to many little dogs in a big world.

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anonymous asked:

That is a lot of GOT7 related questions oh my

I know and I’m gonna say this now before they crowd my inbox.

No offence intended to any of your groups, I understand they are all very talented and have their lovable members hence why you want me to love them since you feel I am missing out by not being into them, but I have said multiple times I am an EXO blog and am happy being in my little fandom space here. Asking me if I like a group is absolutely okay, but sending me a bunch of asks relating to a different group that I very clearly don’t show interest in and shoving them in my face is just something that’ll really irritate me. Please don’t do that and try to respect these wishes of mine if you could, it’s not that I think EXO are better than them or anything, but my preferences and love just lie on EXO and spamming my inbox with another group will definitely not change that or encourage me to look into another group.

Again, really no offence intended at all to any of you multi fandom lovers out there, but the amount of times I’ve had my inbox crammed with a bunch of stuff that’s from another fandom or of another group it’s just awkward for me because I really don’t know what to do with that or how to answer them. Thank you~

azuremessenger  asked:

I've never unfollowed a blog so fast. There are more ways to be racist then just systematic racism, and also saying 'whites don't face racism' while using the false definition that racism can only be systemic erases my family line who survived the Armenian genocide by fleeing to America. Sorry- I hate terfs and am extremely pro ace but I cannot support your blog anymore.

Idk man I base my beliefs on POC’s words and experiences because I’m white in mainly white country and I have never faced racism so I can’t really speak about it and I don’t want to go out of my lane as somebody who has privilege ~🐱

anonymous asked:

Could you do a hc for readerxTyler? With the reader being still in college across the country( if you want to be specific its in Ohio) and Tyler surprises them on campus while the reader is in class. Thank you so much and I love your blog so much :)

I sure can! I’m glad you like my blog, please enjoy 😊😊💕💕


- Being sad when you have to leave Ty but you call every day

- It’s hard but it’s worth it

- #SupportiveBoyfriendTy

- Decided to say fuck it lets go across the country just to surprise you

- Mid class you get a cute little text from Ty saying that he’s proud of you

- Getting into your dorm and hiding to surprise you

- You tackling him in a hug when you see him and it’s just really cute

- Kisses and long hugs

- Telling about all the work you’ve done and he’s just a smiling boy

- ‘I’m so proud of you… my smart baby.’

anonymous asked:


Originally posted by hairsandfashion

I feel both flattered and threatened lol