i made this edit before but it was really really shitty i swear


Strap in nerds because have i got a long post ahead for you

So me and @sassycsap​ (bless her soul. she’s like my first friend here) talked about the nyoom nyoom post with how Rich would totally cart Jake around in a wheel chair like madmen on a chariot race because Rich is a Fast Boy™ and somehow we accidentally gave birth to this beautiful thing called the *drum rooooolll*

BMC Incredibles AU

So here’s each of the Characters

  • Rich is Dash (super speed) u can’t argue with me. have u seen the nyoom nyoom post
  • Jake is violet (invisibility and force fields)
  • Michael is Frozone ya’ll (Ice powers)
  • Jeremy is Bob (Super strength)
  • Christine is Helen (Elastic Body) (because we’ve all universally accepted that she’s the Mom of the Gang)
  • Jenna is Jack-Jack (this guy has a lot of powers that I’m too lazy to type in)
  • Chloe is Edna (She makes the costumes!!!!)
  • Brooke is Mirage (That really pretty girl who’s a spy)(don’t worry, we we’re made her good)
  • Squip is Syndrome (Bad Guy™)

=(The HCs are under the Cut so I’ll spare u the mess)=

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I can’t lose you - TEEN WOLF IMAGINE

requested: yes

“I love Aria and Stiles and I loooove drama between Stiles and Isaac! Imagine Stiles and Isaac get into a fight because of something Stiles did and involve Theo and Malia too, please?”

warnings: I found these pictures on google, I just made the collage. 

I’m sorry it took so long to put this up but I’ve been watching the previous seasons to feel inspired. I’m already thinking of a part2. 


You were with the pack in Lydia’s house for one more of those gatherings she loves to do but you don’t blame her, since you all get together and have so much fun. These little sleepovers are exactly what you need to relax since Beacon Hills is always in trouble and you’re all in such a big amount of stress. Lydia’s house was full of love and laughter while you were all completing the tasks she gave each of you. You were in charge of arranging the living room and choosing movies to watch with little Liam, Kira and Derek while Scott, Lydia and Isaac took care of dinner and Stiles and Malia were setting up the table outside. Although you were laughing a lot with Liam and Derek’s fight over the movies to pick, you had to put an end on it. Both you and Kira suggested a few ones but they ignored you. Finally, you all agreed on two movies and you decided to ask everyone which one they wanted first but before you got up, you heard someone shout from the other room in the house. You exchanged looks with Derek, Liam and Kira and you all got up and rushed towards the sound that came from the kitchen but moved towards Lydia’s backyard. When you got there you saw Isaac push Stiles to the ground and Scott trying to stop them.

“HEY!” Derek ran and grabbed Isaac, pulling him off of Stiles. Scott got in front of Stiles to protect him while Malia helped him get up, annoying you.

“What the hell?” You questioned staring at them.

“Isaac why did you do that?” Kira asked.

“Will you tell them or will I?” Isaac shouted looking at Stiles but pointing at you. Your heart started racing while your mind was already thinking the worst. Stiles had a frightened look as he tried to grasp for air.

“Tell us what?!” Lydia asked, curious but slightly annoyed.

“It’s not what you think, it’s a misunderstanding!” Stiles cried out trying to move towards you but Isaac threw himself at him again. This time Stiles reacted and threw himself at him too. Scott and Derek were in the middle of them and now little Liam also ran towards them.

“STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER!” Isaac yelled at Stiles as he tried to free himself from Derek to get his hands on him.

“YOU SHOULD BE THE ONE STAYING AWAY FROM HER, SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND!” He yelled back as he tried to do the exact same.


“What?” Your eyes widened as soon as you heard those words. You were so confused with what was happening.

“He was kissing Malia!” The whole pack stopped at stared at both Stiles and Malia in shock. Kira grabbed your hand, as a sign of support.

“It’s NOT like that!” Stiles was now is despair, bleeding from his upper lip and hand.

“I SAW YOU through the window!” Isaac pointed at the window. Derek was so in shock that he even let him go accidentaly.

“Did you really do that?” Lydia asked even more pissed than before, taking a few steps back to stand by you.

“It’s NOT like that! You saw us but you have no idea what was going on!” Stiles was shaking, trying to explain himself but only making it worse. Malia stood by his side, close to him, driving you insane.

“Are you fucking insane?” Scott questioned.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Now Derek was also questioning Stiles.

“You have a few seconds to explain what was going on.” You warned.

“We were just talking about random stuff and then Malia said she remembered when I used to do this thing and we joked about it and she just kissed me and –“ he rambled on, anxiously, but was cut short.

“And you didn’t push her away! I saw you!” Isaac yelled again.

“I asked you a bunch of times if you still had feelings for Stiles and you said you didn’t.” You were staring at Malia with your heart not only broken but filled with hatred.

“And I thought I didn’t. But I’ve realized recently that I still do and I tried avoiding it but it was just too much.” She excused herself. You couldn’t see or feel any type of regret or guilt from her. You turned around and walked towards the door to leave without saying a word, when Stiles called out for you. He tried running after you but Isaac got in the way again, breaking into another fight. You didn’t care to look back at all, you just wanted to leave.

“Aria! I can’t lose you, please! I love you! Get the fuck off me Isaac or I swear –“

“Or what? Get away from her, you’ve done enough. I knew you would screw her over!” Isaac continued to yell at Stiles and you could hear him, although you couldn’t really understand what they were saying, fight back. You felt your chest heavy and a sharp pain in your heart as you left Lydia’s house. You just wanted to disappear so you just ran away. You ran as fast as you could until your lungs and legs gave out. You were now so far into the woods, you were lost. You felt your phone vibrate in your pocket and you checked it out only to find that you already had 15 missed calls from Stiles, a bunch of texts and some calls from Lydia, Scott and Kira. You threw your phone as you started crying. You placed your hand in your heart as if all the pain came from there. You held on to your shirt as you sobbed, completely heartbroken.

“Aria!” You heard a shout and you tried running away but it was too late. “What’s wrong? Did someone hurt you?” You wiped away your tears and looked up. Theo was now kneeling in front of you, trying to help you in some way. You were so out of your mind that you didn’t even notice him coming.

“I’m ok, don’t touch me please.” You answered politely, shaking your hands and taking deep breaths.

“You are NOT ok, that is not ok. Let me help you.” He reached out and grabbed you but you resisted.

“Stop! Since when do you care? You’re only going to harm me even more!” You pushed him.

“Since I’ve been to hell and back and I realized I fucked up big time. I’ve told you that I’m trying, I don’t want to be that person.”

“There’s a difference between being a good person that made shitty mistakes and being a bad person. You are bad, you’ve always been bad.”

“I’m trying. I hope you can let me show you that.” He held your hand as he stared at your swollen, red and wet eyes. You had no more strength in you to fight, you just wanted to be gone, so you didn’t even push him away this time. You didn’t move. “Let me help you.”

“No.” You mumbled.

“I’m not going to hurt you, I promise.” His left hand shifted to your face as he caressed you and it felt nice. You went back to crying a lot and this time Theo pulled you gently towards his chest and held you. You felt your phone buzz again but you didn’t care anymore. “Do you want to tell me what happened?”

“No. I just it to stop hurting.” You cried out.

“Do you want me to take you to your house?”

“No. I don’t want my mom to see me like this plus she thinks I’m not sleeping there tonight.” You were slowly breathing and calming yourself down.

“I can take you to my place. You can drink some water, have something to eat. You can even crash there if you want. Whatever makes you feel safe.” He offered. You didn’t even know about Theo’s parents, you’ve never even saw them. Although you didn’t want to trust him, you needed an escape so desperately so you agreed. Moments later he helped you up and led you to his house, not very far from where you were. The walk to his house was short but silent, making you uncomfortable. It was very weird to you that you were there with him and going to his house, but life happens. His house was very close to school and still in the woods, like Derek’s house used to be. It was bigger than expected but, to be honest, you didn’t even know what to expect. Theo opened the door like a gentleman and let you go in first. He flashed a smile at you as you took a deep breath and set foot inside his place.

Goblin King! AU

Genre: This part is some angsty shit with the grandmother but that’s about it, and even then there’s not much. There will be a second part that will wrap it up (the second most likely going to be more filth than plot just an fyi) w/ Goblin King! Jimin

Pairing: Goblin King! Jimin X Reader

Posted: 2/22/17

Words: 2.3k, just a warning it is really long even if it may not seem like it.

Warnings: mature themes, swearing, shitty writing, alternate universe (So Jimin will act different, as well as the other members), winky wonk sturf (not until later), shitty writing, and oh did I mention shitty writing?

Description/Summary - When your stepmother treats you like dirt and tells you that she’s selling your childhood home, the one that held all of the memories you had of your now deceased father, you become enraged, betrayal seeping through your veins. In a fit of a thunderous rage you call upon the Goblin King and beg him to kill her and take you away from your horrible life. Little did you know, he heard your call. But there is a price ;).

A/N: I’m warning y’all now, I haven’t really written in a while so I’m a bit rusty, oh and I’m shit at writing. Yeah I’m just damn trash floating around in a void of more trash that consumes my every being. I also did not edit this, I was hella bored and this happened. I don’t really feel like editing this after 3 days of work on this thing. Let me know if you guys want the other parts, and please be nice.
Also, some ideas are taken from the cinematic genius that is the movie Labyrinth, It has David Bowie in it and it’s one of my favorite movies from my childhood. If you haven’t seen it, set your shit down and go fucking watch it, it’s awesome. I do not own the Goblin King aspect, but most of the other stuff is mine.

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“Work From Home” Xiumin/You

a/n: you can’t just SAY things like this and not expect me to do something drastic. rated like nc-15-17 i guess

warnings: mild, EXTREMELY mild kink fic. (more like kink negotiations, kink acknowledgment, nota lot of KINK)

Your laugh freezes in your lungs when the counter finishes and the next image pops up, completely black except for the small I gonna try something…


You barely have time to form the question when the next picture of Minseok pops up, blurrier, with just enough of his face showing that you can see the way his teeth catch at his bottom lip.

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Light up the Dark

So I’m finally cross-posting this here from my ao3 account. I would have done it sooner but that would have required some editing and I’ve just been lazy :-). I figured I might as well put it on my blog (after 3 months lol) just to archive it.

Warnings: Try not to cry I guess.

Disclaimer: This is not a writing blog. I just like to very occasionally write fan fiction when I have the time (and I usually don’t).

To be honest, Jungkook had no idea what to expect when his mother (without his permission) signed him up to be a volunteer at the small local hospital. He imagined wearing a girly striped smock while cringing as he changed a sickly, middle-aged man’s bed pan. He imagined wanting to tear his ears off after hours of listening to elderly patients gripe about backhanded politics, overly complicated technology, and how his ear piercings made him look like some kind of “flamboyant thug.” Hell he even imagined getting roped in a doctor’s desperate plan to save a patient’s life who’s been impaled by a stop sign like in those ER shows he secretly binge watches when no one’s at home.

What he didn’t expect was to be led to the long-term stay ward by a pale, blond haired nurse, who looked like he rather curl up in the nearest comfortable spot and take a nap then be a full-time medical worker and be introduced a teenage boy with bright red hair and an even brighter toothy grin sitting upright in scratchy, white hospital bed sheets.

“Jungkook, this is Jimin.” The nurse drawled out with a deep, but lazy tone. “Jimin, this is Jungkook. He’s the volunteer assigned to you to keep you company for a few hours a week. Try not to scare this one off with your greasiness.”

The boy, Jimin apparently, let out a high-pitched laugh. “Ah Yoongi hyung I have no idea what you’re talking about. Why would I scare away someone as handsome as Jungkook here.” He ended with a flirtatious smirk and eye-smile directed towards said boy, making Jungkook highly consider turning about face and walking straight out of this hospital without even a glance back, but despite himself he stay rooted to the same spot sporting an annoyed look on his ‘handsome’ face.

“You see that’s what I’m talking about.” Yoongi let out an exasperated breath and turned to leave Jungkook to his fate but stopped to give Jungkook a side long look. “Hey this might be asking much but please be patient with Jimin. He’s a good kid, an annoying little shit at times, but a good kid nonetheless.” Jungkook just nodded at Yoongi’s sagely advice as said nurse shuffled away, kind of struck speechless at the fact that a medical professional would call someone a ‘little shit’.

Jungkook wearily walked towards the empty chair that was adjacent to smiling boy’s hospital bed and sat down. A few moments of uncomfortable silence passed by as Jimin stared at the teenage boy waiting for him to open his mouth and Jungkook stared out of the large sliding window, determined to avoid looking at the guy that had some nerve to openly flirt with him 10 seconds after meeting him.

“Ah I see, you’re the shy type. I guess that means I’ll have to be the ice breaker.” Jimin rubbed his chin in a comical, but contemplating manner. “I know,” he snapped his fingers as an idea popped inside his mind. “Want to know what I’m dying from?”

Snapping his attention away from watching a bird bully a squirrel, Jungkook couldn’t help to give the red-haired boy a wide eyed ‘are-you-serious’ look. He couldn’t believe that came out of someone’s mouth.

“I see that got your attention.” Jimin gave him smug smirk (that looked suspiciously similar to the flirty one he gave Jungkook a few minutes ago, Jungkook noted wearily). “Yeah well I have cancer-leukemia to be exact. I actually had it when I was little kid and it was thought it was gone and I was in remission but then BAM!” Jimin clapped his hands for emphasis, startling Jungkook a bit. “A few months after my 17th birthday I get the news that it’s come back.” He let out a short sigh before plastering a genuine grin on his face. “Such a life, but enough about that boring stuff. I want to know about you.”

All Jungkook could do was stare, absolutely befuddled at the sight before. How could someone, anyone, talk about dying from a terminal illness as if they were discussing the weather. There was only one thing Jungkook could think of to respond with.

“You’re…really strange, you know that?”

“Haha, thanks!”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”


Strangely enough Jungkook found himself back in the same wooden chair the next couple days, partially ignoring Jimin as he whined at him for barely answering his rapid fire questions. Even Yoongi raised a blond eyebrow as Jungkook signed in for work at the front desk earlier that day.

“Oh so I guess the kid didn’t scare you off yet with his shitty attempts at flirting.”

“Jungkookie~” His name was annoyingly drawn out, snapping him out of his musings.


“You’re ignoring me when I’m trying to ask you questions.” He put on a childish pout. “I swear kids these days are so disrespectful to their elders.”

“Okay first I don’t know why you feel the need to ask me so many questions; I’m not that interesting. And second you’re only two years older than me, though I have hard time believing that.” Jungkook eyes roamed over Jimin’s shorter stature and slightly chubby cheeks.

“Aish, this kid.” The red-haired teen gave him a faux glare before slipping into his usual smile. “But what do you mean you’re not interesting. Everyone has something interesting about them, like…do you collect anything?”


“Play any sports?”

“Not really.” That was kind of lie. Jungkook was actually really good at sports, but participating in organized sports never appealed to him.

“Know anyone famous like Big Bang?”

Jungkook couldn’t help but roll his eyes at that one. “Of course not.”

It amazed Jungkook how someone who was sick with such an aggressive illness could be so energetic. His dark eyes lit up when Jungkook walked in the room and had yet to stop shining as he roamed around the slightly spacious room while talking about everything and nothing.

“Come on everyone has something about themselves that’s interesting. How about music?”


“Yeah like can you play an instrument? Or sing, dance?”

Jungkook was just going to say “no” but thought better to tell the truth to maybe end this meaningless conversation. “Well, uh, I can sing, I guess.” He averted his eyes, embarrassed at his admission. Not many people knew about his love of singing. That privilege usually belonged to his parents, brother, his old childhood friend, and his shower at home.

A calm silence spread throughout the room after Jungkook’s admission. Averting his dark eyes back to a now silent Jimin, Jungkook was surprise to see a soft look gracing Jimin’s face, taking place of the usual flirty grin.

“You can sing?” He asked softly, more softly than he’s ever been since they both met.

“Uh yeah, nothing special.” Jungkook shrugged his shoulders as his eyes desperately flitted around the room looking for anything, something to distract him from the strange look the usual jubilant boy gave him. They finally settled on the various “Get Well Soon” cards strangely organized on Jimin’s mostly cluttered desk.

“Can you sing for me sometime?” The question had Jungkook refocus his attention to Jimin, who still had that weird look on his face. For some reason Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to look away this time.

“I’ll…think about.” Jungkook answered surprising himself.

Jimin let out an amused snort at the younger’s cryptic answer. “You know I actually wanted to be a singer, an idol even.”

Now it was Jungkook’s turn to let out an amused snort. “Really?” To tell you the truth Jungkook couldn’t even imagine being one of K-pop’s many idols. Sure he loved Big Bang and highly admired G-Dragon, but you couldn’t pay him enough (or not pay in some cases) to have makeup caked up on his face almost every day, do body rolls and hip thrusts in front thousands of teenage girls, and have very risqué fanfiction written about him and one of his bandmate (or in some scenarios all of them). He just rather stay in Busan and loudly play video games with Taehyung, low key stalk G-Dragon’s Instagram, and secretly practice girl group dances in his room.

“Why does everyone always say that?” The red-haired teenager let out a sad puppy pout that made him look even younger than he already did. “I always thought it would be cool to have fans from Korea and internationally, travel the world holding concerts, and learning all sorts of choreography. It might seem like a hassle to some people but it’s a life I wouldn’t mind experiencing, even if was for one day.”

“Yeah but…” The younger hadn’t really consider the upside of being a singer. It was often hard reading idols faces; were they really happy with their life style choice, why did they choose to sign a binding contract just to have their face and private life plastered all over the internet, what is their goal? In all honesty Jungkook thought if he decided to become an idol, there may be a chance he end up resenting himself.

But of course he didn’t say any of this Jimin.

“But aren’t you too short to be an idol? The fangirls would have a hard time seeing you on stage.” He couldn’t help replying teasingly.

“Yah you’re really are a brat!” Jimin complained even though he was struggling to hold in a smile.

And despite himself, Jungkook couldn’t help let slip a chuckle from his lips, amused by Jimin’s red hair and even redder face.

Jimin stared out him for a little before bursting out in laughter himself, forgetting all his previous frustration towards the younger. “Ah Jungkookie you’re so cute when you smile.”

Jungkook quickly dropped his smile and looked away with an exaggerated eye roll. “I’m not cute and don’t call me ‘Jungkookie.’”

“I beg to differ.” Giving Jungkook his signature eye-smile. Glancing back at him, the younger couldn’t help but notice how genuine Jimin was being. Maybe this once he’ll return a compliment.

“Hey so when you finally sing for me, can you do it without a shirt on like Taeyang-sunbae?”

Or maybe not.

“I change my mind, I’m definitely not singing for you.”

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Drawn to Midnight

A/N: Intially this was supposed to be a short little Negan x reader fic for Ash’s 2k writing challenge under the New Year prompt. But with the New Year fast approaching, I got a little carried away with it! Excuse my lack of editing as time ticks down on 2016 and plans get in the way of being able to conclude it properly (or give a decent title). I wanted to finish it in time for the celebrations so I apologise in advanced for the last couple of thousand words. Nonetheless I hope you enjoy this imagining of our Savior and a very happy new year to all!

Word Count: 10,554

Warnings: Swearing, violence, death, minor smut.

Tags: @negans-network , @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash

That week between Christmas and New Year had always been a timeless space, an empty gap in your life. It seemed sad really, that you never did have the friends to hang out with, the family to celebrate with. Instead you had been alone, wondering whether you really ought to reach out to those long lost. Of course now, none of that mattered… There was no one at the end of an awkward, long distance phone call- you couldn’t even remember the last time you held a damn phone. The world had changed. No longer did you watch the glitter ball drop in Times Square on TV as the seconds counted down to midnight. No longer did you fall asleep, curled up on your couch with a half drunken cup of coffee. No longer did such luxuries matter.

It was New Year’s Eve, Sanctuary looking the same as every other day. No fireworks ready and waiting, no dastardly countdown to new beginnings. It was all bullshit anyway. Resolutions and making promises you’d never keep. You hadn’t done such things since you were a teenager. Now, as a fully fledged grown woman, you realised how pitiful your life had been. Before this, before the world came to a halt and the dead reanimated, you’d been a college graduate, working a shitty 9-5 receptionist number whilst trying to make it as an illustrator. You’d been shot down more times than you cared to remember, made to think you were worthless in a worthy society. Oh how the tables had turned. See, Sanctuary was a worthy society, it was THE community you had always belonged in. And meeting the love of your life? That had just been a damn coincidence.

When you’d first arrived however many months ago, you never thought you’d meet ‘the one’. To be honest, you never believed in that so called soulmate to begin with. It was all a crock of shit fantasy the media had forced the fragile minded to convince them their lives were shit without someone else in it. Yeah, you had pretty strong feelings about love back then. You still did now, except now, you were in love. It was still an unexplainable feeling, a crazy whirlwind of emotion. Love wasn’t just one thought or one action, it was everything you’d ever do or say again. It affected you wholly, consumed your very being. Love had a name though, that it did. Love was named Negan.

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More on my horrible fursuit by Blix Fox and Darby Deer of Fuzzworks LLC

So, I haven’t been overly active on tumblr for a while, but I have been inspecting and working on my suit.
So, I drove 500km to the nearest capital city (where a bunch of my furry friends live) and we altered my suit. 

With the edits I made, I was able to wear it to a meet at the foreshore. I had a lot of fun.

It looks pretty good as a ¾, right? Still not as good as having a full suit (like I paid for) but certainly a fucktonne better than having nothing.
Anyway, in order to do this, I had to cut my suit virtually in half. Chris and Erin (makers) were of course very upset about the “mutilation” of their “beautifully made suit”. But they can get fucked.
Anyway, in order to cut the suit right, we had to turn it inside out. Which was a nightmare in and of itself. But what we found inside.. I pretty much wanted to cry.

I think one of them nicked the leggings that have been sewn into the bottom half of the body and just gone “ah fuck it, she won’t notice!” so there’s a line of holes in one of the legs. I’m probably going to end up getting toes caught in these when I put it on and fuck the suit. This shouldn’t have happened and shouldn’t have passed as “good enough”/

In this image he’s stitched WAAAYYYYY too close to the edge of the fabric. This is the same for almost all of the markings and I am certain that he hasn’t left any seam allowance, which would also explain why the suit is too small for me. Where he’s stitched this close, there are already holes in the body suit because he’s missed the edge of the fabric completely.

Showing the dodgey stitching around the top of the leggings. It’s bunched up around here.

See how it’s fairly bunched up in places? Well it’s also asymmetrical. The left hand side marking is showing more than the right.

This arm….
Well, not only have they added a good 2 inches of fabric on the end, but the seams don’t meet up where they’ve sewn it and also, look at how both sides of the arm aren’t symmetrical. Forgive me if I’m wrong, but shouldn’t the pattern you’re using to make a suit someone has paid $2000USD for be symmetrical???

Another shot of how bunched up and absolutely fucked it is around the waist of the leggings. 

Me cutting across the suit. (This is relevant. I’ll mention back to this at a further image)

This is how close they’ve stitched the zipper. It is near impossible to zip up without it catching on fur every five seconds. It’s also not a very good zipper, it jams on itself. If I were to get heat stroke in this, which is a possibility considering I live in Australia, I’d have to be cut out of this. It takes way too long to zip or unzip. And the zipper is on the back so there’s no way I could suit up alone.

I’d like to make note of the fact that this is not me. It’s my friend. She is thinner than I am but about the same height and she is the one in suit for all the cut photos I’ve posted further down on this thread. 
This is relevant because people keep saying it’s me and it fits fine. As she has thinner shoulders, she can fit into the top better, even though it’s a little tight on her around the shoulders too.

More bunched up stitching

A “fullbody” pic showing how bunched up it is around the waist again.

Wearing the head, which I’ve had to hollow out significantly.

More bunched up stitching, notice on the left that it’s bunched up where dark grey meets light grey as well.

So Chris got hella mad at this pic. 
Kept going on about how “insane” I was. 
“If this doesn’t show she’s insane, I don’t know what does. She has a photo of her suit sucking her dick.”
Meanwhile he set fire to one of his suit heads.
And more recently, poured milk all over his Preacher Wolf suit.
And I’m crazy for this picture???

My friend in the suit after we’d cut it.
This one I’d title “Fuck you, Chris/Blix”

My friend in the suit again. She can finally lift her arms up in suit because before, you couldn’t as it would pull way too much. As evidenced by the large gap around the belly. She was so good. I was on the verge of a breakdown. 
I’d just cut a $2000 suit in half, and seen all these flaws to it…
I was really upset. But she started goofing off in my suit and it made things not so bad. I owe her so much for helping me alter the suit and for being a goof to make sure I didn’t start crying.

So she was running around in suit, and then suddenly goes “Cunt or slut?”
And I was like “cunt?” so she wrote this on her belly.
Basically “Hey Blix, you’re a cunt”
I swear to god, don’t ever give this woman sugar!

The foam I pulled out of my head. Oh, and the pin. 
This isn’t even half of the foam I needed to cut out in order to make the head not suffocate me and squish my face. But yeah, the pin. Who the fuck leaves pins in their suits that they’ve made for a customer???
It’s fucking horrible that he thinks THIS is an appropriate thing to give to a customer, and that he’ll badmouth other makers and say their work is shitty???
What a fucking joke.

An image that shows the fur on the undersides of the paws GOES IN THE WRONG FUCKING DIRECTION.
It’s meant to go TOWARDS the finger tips. 
This is pathetic. This is an absolute rookie mistake. 
This shouldn’t be sold to a customer.

And a close up of the pin.
It’s got a bit of glue and some foam on it too. And my head in the background.

All of these errors and he and Erin have the nerve to say “it was a really good suit” and “the best they’ve made so far”. Fucking makes me sick. 
These people are scam artists.
You can read the rest of the story here http://fenflux.tumblr.com/post/135814289972/scammerhorrible-maker-alert-blix-foxchris

Since going public with the above post, I’ve had so many threats come my way. I’ve had lies spouted about me left, right and center. Some people are even saying that the suit fit me perfectly and I’m doing all this to spite Chris and that I purposely made the DTD too small.
First off, How is it even fucking possible to make the DTD the wrong size?
I will admit that I used SLIGHTLY wrong duct tape. But I’m sure that if they had’ve used the DTD when they got it, rather than keeping it in storage for SEVEN MONTHS, it would have almost fit perfectly, rather than this abomination. Also, I did ask him what tape to use, even asking if Australian duct tape was different. And I got the response “just use duct tape”. so I did. 
I found out later that Australian “duct tape” contains a small amount of PVC. And that here, “duct tape” goes by the name of “cloth tape”. Still doesn’t explain how this fits them really well. How the head, feet and hands were not made to my measurements.
Secondly, why the fuck would I “ruin” a suit that fit me?  I wouldn’t have had much of a problem if the suit actually fucking fit me. Sure, I’d still be appalled at the way I’ve been treated, at the time it took to make the suit, but I’d at least admit that it fit me and looked good. 
As it was, I had to cut the fucking thing in half just to wear it. And that is not ok.


Names i know they go by: Chris Patterson (Blix Fox, Keurig Husky, Preacher Wolf, Christian Patterson)
Erin Capps (Darby Deer, Rasta hound)
“Business” name is either Made By Blix/Blix Fox Fursuits or Fuzzworks LLC

Dedicated to ... ( Phan )

Dedicated to …
GENRE : Fluff as always (; Confessing and shit and an oblivious as FUCK Dan Howell.
WARNINGS : None :)
SUMMARY: Phil’s dedicating various of songs to an unknown person on the radio .

(A/N) wrote this out of boredom so?? im sO SORRY if it’s really shitty but the idea of this is so cute omg !!!!

WORD COUNT : 1,823

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anonymous asked:

Got any fluffy Hollstein stories?

how about a band au where laura and carm answer questions sent to laura on tumblr… and literally all of them are about her and carm being a couple??? bc band aus make me happy also sorry it’s long omg i wrote it in class it was like 10 pages in my notebook

Laura flicks on the camera with a bright smile.

“Hi guys!” She greets (to, technically, her wall). “So, I’m here with-” she turns to her right, where… absolutely nobody was sitting. “Carmilla! You have to do this!”

“I know,” the familiar brunette appears from the kitchen doorway, two mugs in her hands. She gives Laura the TARDIS one and sits down beside her on the light blue sofa. “Just thought you’d want some cocoa is all.”

The blonde smiles, sipping her cocoa happily. She lets out a quiet hum. Three marshmallows – she remembered! “There you have it, folks: Dark and broody teen heart throb Carmilla Karnstein is actually a big softy.” She tells the camera.

Carmilla rolls her eyes. “Only for you, cupcake.”

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tahnks to karasunotsubasa for the SUPER AWESOME PROMPT. this is not edited at all and im tired so i will do so in the morning. but. here. take it. (be warned its 3400 words)

“I have class in the morning, so I have to go back.” He pecked at Kuroo’s lips again, laughing when he felt the other pull him closer, “You can come stay with me if you really want to, you big asshole child.” When he got a grin in response, Hinata tossed him the keys and rolled his eyes, a smile on his face. 

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Interview with MissHoneywell!

And now it’s time for an interview with the irreplaceable MissHoneywell (aka @badnovels), who writes dark!Peeta like no one else can. Join us for a conversation about reading, writing, the fandom and the unforgettable Prompts in Panem!

Note from the mods: This interview was carried out before the very exciting announcement of one last round of PIP.

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  • ‘why does my shitty neighbour keeps using my wifi’ 'then you shouldntve made the password a dumb lord of the rings reference’ au

Author’s Note: I changed it slightly to where the password was different to fit the prompt. But this is for drunkroosters so Julia I hope you like it. :D

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He noticed it one late night during a match of Halo with Ray and Geoff. 

Michael had his headset over his ears, yelling into the microphone how he was going to beat the living shit out of the two since he kept getting shot as soon as he spawned. “Tough luck dude,” Geoff laughed into his ears, managing to shoot down Michael’s character almost instantly after a spawn. 

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anonymous asked:

What'd do you think of Reylo type ships outside of canon? Like, in the context of au's, where it isn't portrayed as abusive? Often times, in au's, he's written as a generally nice guy, just with serious anger management he's working through, and they ship itself then changes dynamic to be non-abusive.

Honestly I think AU’s where the person is a generally nice guy go a long way towards woobifying that particular villain. I’m saying that as someone who read a lot of Loki fanfiction to try and see the point that fandom was trying to make by woobifying him.

All that really happens in the end is that the fandom forgets the real charactization in canon and clings to the fanon version in their AUs. I’ve seen it happen in different fandoms where everyone starts swearing like their fanon version is the real version.

It happened to Loki to the extent that they blamed the majority of his villainy to the shitty parenting he’d received even though the evidence for that was flimsy at best. Not to mention most of the comic Loki fans were quick to point out that while comic!Loki was more of a truly chaotic trickster and not as evil as MCU Loki.

In some fandoms its possible to do away with the evil part altogether. Like for example in the Flash fandom its possible to write a true Harrison Wells that was never tainted by Eobard thawne impersonating him and wearing his face. That I wouldn’t consider woobification of Harrison Wells at all. It would just be writing Harrison from say Earth 2.  

Can you really do that to Kylo Ren? I don’t think so.  In the film he is homicidal to a massive scale. He sides with the people that destroy everything from whole villages to whole planets thus sharing in their guilt for the massive genocides.  He himself wiped out a class of young Jedi and he did that before he became Kylo Ren. He kills his father to get himself to become more of the Dark side. Thats not someone working out some anger issues that’s someone who’s committed to becoming evil.  

Could that be worked out? Could we go back to a time when he wasn’t evil I think we could but it would have to be the distinction between Ben Solo and Kylo Ren. Ben Solo may have had some anger issues before he submitted to the Dark Side but the Ben Solo who hadn’t killed a whole class of young Jedi. Making that distinction is important I think because if not you’re just saying that Kylo Ren is actually an ok dude. Which he is not.

You can’t have Kylo without the genocide its impossible and attempting to do that is clearly woobification.  While that may not be shipping an abusive ship it still has toxic consequences on the fandom because the fanon Kylo becomes intertwined with his woobified fanfic counterpart. That has other effects such as vilifying other characters in order to do this. I’ve even seen it happen. In one meta I didn’t care to finish they blamed bad parenting saying that Han had been a bad father. Which not only made Han seem OOC but also removes Kylo’s culpability. That’s bad don’t do that. He’s the sole reason he’s so fucked up at this point.

I’ve seen it countless times like what happened in the MCU fandom where people started going out of their way to vilify Fury in order to provide a softer less abrasive Tony Stark or to absolve Grant Ward.

After all of this even if you’re writing Ben Solo before he went Dark Side (and killed all those kids) you have to be aware that some people will still use your fics and your characterizations to justify a shitty abusive ship.  You can’t stop others and how their brains will make leaps of rationalizations it’ll happen.

tl;dr  You can’t have AUs where Kylo Ren is an ok dude without woobifying him. You have to be clear that you’re writing Ben Solo if he’d never killed a class of kids. That’s the only way to do it. Otherwise you’re still contributing to a toxic habit that fandom has of absolving the main villain. Even if you write Ben Solo before he’d killed those kids you have to be aware some people will continue to use your charactization to further woobify Kylo Ren.

I hope this all makes sense its kinda late here.

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Edit: I just realized that I referred to you writing fics as if you weren’t referring to fics already written. Basically all fics that write Kylo as an ok dude with anger issues are still shitty but because they absolve him of his genocidal tendencies and his abusive nature.

Edit: After getting this ask I’ve decided that the only reason to write Ben Solo is because you want a white OC to ship with Rey and you are therefore racist.