i made this like 2 months ag

The Types as Things People Forget Often

ENTJ: Giving things back. “Oh, I’ll give your book back. I actually haven’t started it; I’ve been really busy.”

ENTP: Responsibilities. “We had homework? Whoops. Can I copy yours?”

ENFJ: Taking tags/stickers off clothes. “I was walking around all day with this on. I didn’t even notice until you pointed it out, thanks.”

ENFP: Why they walked into a room. “I swear I needed to be in here for something. *walks out of room* *remembers*” 

ESTJ: Forgetting. “Oh, that’s the shirt you wore exactly 2 months and 3 days ago. I like it on you, by the way.”

ESTP: Passwords. ”How am I supposed to remember what I was thinking when I made this account?” 

ESFJ: What they’ve said already. “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you already heard about when my dog chased that bear.”

ESFP: Names/faces. “Hey, how are you? I haven’t seen you in ages! (I have no idea who the heck they are).”

INTJ: Birthdays. “I got you this [on the way here]. Happy birthday!”

INTP: Replying to texts. “It’s fine; I’ll get it later. I should probably turn off read receipts if I’m going to keep doing this…”

INFJ: Where you parked. “I’m sure it was somewhere in the parking lot. It’s black. I think I was next to a car that had dice hanging from their mirror?”

INFP: Words. “What’s the word that is like upset but closer to uncomfortable and for whatever reason makes me think of the color green? I think it starts with S.”

ISTJ: Watching things you suggested. “I just haven’t gotten around to it.” (not at all from experience)

ISTP: Plans. “I definitely didn’t forget we were going to dinner. I’ll be there soon.”

ISFJ: Setting an alarm. “Shoot, I forgot to remind myself to remember!”

ISFP: Song titles/lyrics. “Who sings this? Wait, don’t tell me. I know this. I know this.

remember my love when we’re apart by tiedbows

my ultimate sheith playlist (equal parts tender and emo)

the postal service - such great heights // fall out boy - sugar, we’re going down // the boxer rebellion - if you run // run river north - shiver (cover) // shawn mendes - never be alone // vance joy - fire and the flood // little green cars - the john wayne // ruelle - war of hearts // the cab - intoxicated // dashboard confessional - hands down // no doubt - running // run river north - somewhere // gavin degraw - belief // bon iver - skinny love // howie day - collide // of monsters and men - king and lionheart // snow patrol - set the fire to the third bar // coldplay - in my place // the fray - look after you // relient k - must have done something right // bleachers - i wanna get better // the all-american rejects - there’s a place // daft punk - something about us // angels & airwaves - saturday love // brandon flowers - crossfire // keane - somewhere only we know // rudimental - lay it all on me (feat. ed sheeran) // utada hikaru - hikari // coldplay - violet hill // run river north - seven

Framing the hole // Jack Maynard Imagine

Summary: Jack got jealous and your argument ended with new decoration. 

Request: Hey could you please write a Jack imagine where him and the reader live together and Conor visits one day mid argument between jack and the reader and sees a hole in the wall (where jack punched it like in that video 😂 because angry jack though 😍) xxx

A/n: Another jealousy imagine, I know. But I love to read them and I found the request too good to not write it! So I hope you like it! Xoxo

Request!

Originally posted by iheartmyyoutubers

You and Jack have been living together for the last 4 months of your relationship. You were childhood friends and at the age of 20 you started to date. Now 2 years later, you were both still so in love.

The only problem was that Jack could get incredibly jealous. Just like now. “Hey babe. You’re filming with Conor, right?’. “Yeah, he’ll be here in a few, I think”, your boyfriend replied. “Okay. I’m going to Joe’s then”.

“Again?!”. “Uhm yeah”, you responded a bit confused. Jack never made a problem of you going to Joe. “Is something wrong with that?”. “No, not at all. I just feel like you’re more with him than you are with me”, he stated.

“Well I kind of have to, don’t I?”. “What do you mean?”, he asked. “Well you’re always hanging out with the boys or filming and I just sit there, so yeah I’d rather do something I like instead”, you exclaimed.

“Y/N, that’s bullpoop! I don’t hang out with them all the time. There are plenty of moments where it’s just the two of us”, Jack stated. “True. But you barely pay attention to me! You’d rather go clubbing every night than actually spend a night with your girlfriend”.

“Y/N, I don’t want to have this discussion again! we’ve had it so much and I’m done with it”, he called. he was really getting to you now. You had to watch out that you didn’t go too far.

“So it is okay for you to go out with tons of models and beautiful women but it’s not okay for me to hang out with one of your best friends?”. “No! Not if you’re spending time with him than with me!”, Jack snapped.

“Jack why can’t you just trust me?! And even if you don’t, you could always make more time for me!”. “Why can’t you just be loyal and don’t go fucking one of my best mates?”, Jack suddenly shouted.

“You’ve got to be kidding me, right? You are accusing me of cheating?!”, you yelled. Why did he say that? You were the most loyal person he’d ever met. He had told you so often about his exes and you had promised him so many times that you’d never be like them. He couldn’t have insulted you more.

“Maybe I should just go to Joe then, if you really believe I would cheat on you!”.

“Oh for fucks sake, Y/N!”, your boyfriend boomed. And suddenly he did something  you definitely did not expect.

He punched the wall.

“Jack!”, you ran to him. “Why the hell did you do that?”. He was grunting in pain. “Oh hell, that hurts”. “Wait, I’ll get the bandages”, you said whilst running to the other room.

When you came back to take care of Jacks hand, he tilted your chin so you would look at him. “Y/N, I’m sorry that I reacted like that. I just get scared sometimes that you’ll leave me for someone better”.

“Oh Jack. You never have to worry about that. There is no one better out there for me”, you assured him. When his hand was taken care of, he spoke up:” I love you Y/N. I really, really love you”. “I love you too, babe”.

Suddenly you heard the door open. “Shit”, Jack mumbled. “Hey, what’s going on in here?”, you heard Conors voice say. When he entered the living room, he immediately noticed the hole in the wall.

“Uhm… Things got a bit heated I see?”, the oldest Maynard smirked. You both started laughing.

After that incident, Jack had the idea to frame the hole since it was a memory and it was cheaper than getting it fixed. So that’s what you did. And every time you had guests, they all asked you why you had a framed hole in your living room, but both Jack and you always laughed it off.  

Daddy and Me (Park Hae Jin)

Type: Fluff

Request: Hi can you do a park hae jin scenario where his wife is younger than him and this age different is like 12-15 and he is joining to return of the superman.Thank you so much I love your writing.


You tiredly stepped out of your bedroom early in the morning rubbing your eyes as you made your way to the living room. You froze as you remembered that you guys officially started filming today. You bowed to the camera men before heading into the kitchen. You were the 22 year old rather popular idol photographer that had married Park Haejin about 2 years and as of 6 months ago the mother of his first child, a little girl named Park Solbi. You guys actually met on a shoot when you were taking his pictures. She was a daddy’s girl who leaned slightly more towards you in the looks department but it was still clear who her father was.

You looked at the camera that was beside the sink and before you leaned over you rushed over to the coat rake and grabbed one of Haejin’s jackets and throwing it. “My top keeps falling down” you say shyly to the camera as you cracked eggs into a bowl to begin making your husband an omelet. 

~

Haejin awoke to see your fidgeting daughter sleeping next to him, you always put Solbi in bed when you got up for the day because he always seemed happier when he woke up to her. He lightly touched Solbi as he heard her let out a whine as he shushed her as she seemed to calm down right away and fell back to sleep. He quietly and softly climbed out of bed. He came out to the living room ending up in the same position you were in forgetting that you guys were going to have cameras in your home. He smiled softly as he made his way to the kitchen “good morning” he spoke softly as you made a sound focused on breakfast. “What do you have planned for the next two days?” he asked as he got himself a drink from the fridge “I am staying with a friend and going sight seeing” you told him as he nodded. “What do you have planned for Solbi and I?” he then asked as you point to the table. He made his way over to your table to see what you had planned for today, “the baby boutique? The one you normally go to?” he asked as you nodded “she needs a new dress” you finish as you put the omelet on a plate as he sat down. “Thank you” he tells you as you head off to wake up your daughter.

~

“Hello I am Park Haejin and this is Solbi” he spoke as he looked down at his sleeping baby. “I met my wife 3 years ago when she was 19 years old. She was filling in for the main photographer at a shoot at that point. She’s very taleneted with a camera so the pictures turned out amazing because she made me smile so easy” he started feeling awkward talking about your love life yet very thrilled to talk about how the romance began. “I didn’t think I would fall in love with someone so young and fresh to adulthood but she taught me that love has no age. Well as long as you are legal, she made that part very clear” he said as chuckles. “I’ve been married two years and 6 months ago was the greatest moment of my life. I think I became softer when my daughter was born” he continues his story. “She is a little ball of happiness. Her and I are close but I’m hoping we get closer” he finishes as he pats Solbi’s tiny butt as she cuddles into him more. A light sound left her as she let out a fart, his eyes closed “as you can tell she’s very lady like” he spoke feeling slightly embarrassed by her passing gas in their first moments on the show. “Oh she’s smiling, it must have been a good one” he spoke as he looked down at her again.

~

A few months of filming and he was basically watching his daughter grow up in front of him. A 10 month old Solbi held tightly to the couch as he sat on it watching her. “You have to climb up here by yourself” he told her not helping her up. She let out a whine as she attempted to tug herself up. He watched her cute little legs struggle to get her up. He really wanted to help her up but it would help neither of their prides. She looked around and found a small toy to step on. “Ah little genius” he told her as she attempted once more to climb up. Haejin held his breath as her leg had successfully gotten up and she began to grunt as she tugged herself up.

He smiled largely as she managed to get herself most of the way up before he leaned over and pushed her butt up lightly getting her up the whole way. A smile of victory crossed the little one’s face as she sat herself down onto the couch. “Daddy is so proud of you” he cooed as he leaned down beside her. Her hands instantly went to play with his face. “Giving daddy a kiss please” he spoke puckering his lips out, she smiled as he leaned over to kiss her lips but she turned her head and the kiss landed on her cheek. “Playing hard to get?” he teased as he simply began kissing her all over making her giggle loudly before it changed to squeals as he smiled happily at her.

~

Haejin sat his little one into a high chair at a little cafe. “Daddy likes this place. They make yummy drinks and food. Since you’re growing up so fast I think you’re ready for something yummy” he told her as he headed up the counter to order things. Solbi let out a whine as she tired to look for her daddy. “Right here baby girl” he calls as she smacked her hands on the table in demand of him. “Calm down” he mumbled as he thanked the cashier who passed him his foods and drinks. “Don’t make me regret this. Mommy would kill me if she knew what I was doing” he spoke holding up a cute purple cupcake. “Mommy will beat me up after this episode you know. This might be the last outing you ever do with me” he continues as she didn’t care for his words. Her eyes were on the sweet treat.

He scooped a small bit of icing onto his finger and allowed her to lick it off. Her face twisted slightly at the new taste and feeling as he laughed. “You only get a little bit of that” he told her as he proceeded to cut the top of the cupcake off and handed her the actual cake. Her face crossed with disappointment before he rubbed a small amount onto the cake. He smiled as she started eating the cake, he did feel back about the mess she was making and was proud he packed extra baby clothing for his little one as she covered herself in much cake.

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Story Post/ World Mental Health Day featuring Nora

Since I haven’t really started the story yet anyway I wanted to get really personal here and explain what inspired me to create Nora. Nora is me at my worst. Giving a character all of your problems might seem a little sadistic or maybe even vain in a strange way but I heard that you should write about something you know at first

For a very long time now I have struggled with avpd/social anxiety, depression and just a generally fucked up mental health. A few years back I was a goddamn mess. Depression and anxiety are a weird mixture because while depression can take all of your emotions away, anxiety can fill you with such intense fear until fear is all you know. I didn’t think I was ever going to get better. But somehow I did. 

Yes, I still have to practice my orders in my head before I say them and I still feel like my heart is going to jump out of my chest whenever I enter a bus. I still get anxiety attacks where I can’t move and I can’t talk and I can’t breathe and everything blurs into one. I still have people get angry at me because I ‘have no reason to be sad’ or because I ‘could have just made that phone call’. But I also graduated as the best of my school despite not ever thinking I would ever make it this far. I am 21 and I am still here despite wishing I could just disappear because it would be easier than living my life in constant fear at the age of 16. I made that phone call today. I have 2 job interviews coming up. I have a future waiting for me.

I think my point with this is - most likely, things aren’t as hopeless as they seem. But you can’t get better unless you work for it. Please do what you need to do in order to get better, no matter how small the step you take is. If you got out of bed and took a shower today - I’m proud of you. If, like Nora, you went outside for the first time in months today - I’m proud of you. If you didn’t harm yourself today - I’m proud of you. If you talked to someone today, If you ate enough today, if you went to therapy today - I’m proud of you. You can do it and if you ever feel like nobody cares, I deeply care about everyone who has ever had to struggle with mental illnesses like me and if you need someone to talk to I’ll always be there.

Happy World Mental Health Day! Stay strong bebs! ♥

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To Mend A Dragon’s Heart(Overwatch fanfic/ Deaged!Hanzo fic) 8+1 illustrations (SPOILERS!!!)

Art duration: 2 months (April 2017 to June 2017)


Read Fic here:

http://enderhood.tumblr.com/post/160561519925/overwatch-fanfic-to-mend-a-dragons-heartdeaged

Alternate link(Archive of our own) if you want to read it chapter by chapter:  http://archiveofourown.org/works/10625796/chapters/23503905


Concept arts(older art links):

http://enderhood.tumblr.com/post/153105931820/de-aged-hanzo-i-was-inspired-by-this-picture-by  (Deaged!Hanzo)

http://enderhood.tumblr.com/post/154758983540/coverillustration-for-my-upcoming-fanfic-should  (Older Cover art)


Once again,thank you for the support and likes!!! <3 

Hope you all enjoy the story and the drawings I made :)

PS  Happy late anniversary to Overwatch!!! (I know I’m really late…been busy working on these)

prussium  asked:

for the usuk drabble: "I've got 2 hrs before my flight and I want to spend every second with you AU" uwu

yooo i know you sent this like, AGES AGO, sorry… i hope you don’t mind i made this omegaverse, ops… 


“I don’t wanna go…” Alfred said for the sixth time in half an hour.

They were siting side by side at the airport, holding hands. Alfred’s baggage were in front of them. They weren’t as full as they were when he arrived one month earlier because Alfred had decided to leave some clothes at Arthur’s apartment.

“If you don’t, you’re going to be late to work Monday.” Arthur answered with a sigh. He did not want Alfred to go either, but he wasn’t going to say that out loud. It’d only make things more difficult.

“It’s so unfair that my next vacation is only in a year.” Alfred complained, resting his head on Arthur’s shoulder. He smelled so good. Omegas had the sweetest scent.

“You’re going to see me in six months. I’m going to spend my heat with you.” Arthur said, a sad tone in his voice.

Noticing it, Alfred held his face with both hands, smiling weakly.

“Why… don’t you come with me?” he asked, even if he already knew the answer. Arthur looked away and Alfred hugged him, “I’m sorry. Sorry. I know it’s important to you, I just… I’ll miss you.”

“Do you think I’m not going to miss you?” Arthur retorted, “You’re my mate, Alfred. How do you think this is for me? To spend so long away from you?”

Alfred tightened the hug, kissing the mark on Arthur’s shoulder repeatedly, feeling him getting calmer.

“Do you know how hard it was for me to get this opportunity?” he asked, calm but sad.

“I know. I was with you the whole time.” Alfred agreed, “I’m so proud of you. My mate’s gonna be one of the few omegas out there with a doctorate degree.” he kissed Arthur’s cheek and Arthur smiled a bit. They stayed in silence for a while, just hugging each other, Alfred nuzzling Arthur’s hair.

“It’s just for three years…” Arthur said eventually, “It’s not that long…”. It felt like forever.

“I know. I wish I could come live with you.”

“But you can’t.”

“I can’t.”

Arthur sighed.

“It’s not that long.” Alfred repeated, “Soon we’re gonna be living together again.”

Arthur nodded, giving Alfred a quick peck on the lips and hugged him even tighter.

“It’s not that long…”

From a fan 😁😁😁

Hello! Im following you for a month and your comics made me daydreaming about charisk XD anyways i always curious about 2 things: first what is your age? Second how long is it to write a comic?(for example fading away) thanks for read that ^^ 🙃🙃

Originally posted by thilink

Answer : First of all thank you for following me! I answered questions about my age in FAQ, and I spent like 1 hour per page for FDA comic!

DECEMBER OF DRAGON FEMSLASH!

Day 8: Seraphine / Josera

id ship it just on the basis of the beautiful portmanteau ship name. sera would lounge around josephines desk like an impertinent cat demanding attention. theyd play w josies dolls together. sera would leave josie little notes everywhere with cute stuff written in them and josie would save every single one and put them in a scrapbook, which sera would be ridiculously touched to see. having committed to such a ridiculous person tho josephine would absolutely show her off, buy her lovely things, made sure everyone Knew…their wedding would be the froofiest cutest thing ever i s2g

ill be posting one npc/npc femslash pic a day all month. like femslash rarepairs? they will be here. feel free to come and request a femslash rarepair! ive either drawn it already or will add it to the overflow bin

Day 1: Morriana
Day 2: Merribela
Day 3: Sigranna
Day 4: Cassephine
Day 5: Viviera
Day 6: Josiebela
Day 7: Cassera

Otabek x Yuri

Let’s get something straight here. And I’m putting it pretty simple, step by step: you do know all of this is fictional, right? And if you don’t know what fiction means, it is, by definition, “the classification for any story, or element of a story, derived from imagination and not based strictly on history or facts.” You have to face the harsh reality: Yuri On Ice is not real. Yuri Plisetsky and Otabek Altin are purely fictional.

Now, the definition of fan art is “an artwork created by fans of a work of fiction (generally visual media such as comics, movies, television shows, or video games) and derived from a character or other aspect of that work.” Also, the definition of fanfiction, as self-explanatory as it may be, is “fiction created by fans of a certain work rather than by its original creator.” Once again, FICTION.

I have been a part of fandoms for six years, and I’ve been writing fanfiction for five, and one thing I’ve learned? People will keep writing, people will keep shipping. And yes, there’s some crazy shit out there, but this is definitely not something like that. I made my research.

So Yuri is 15, and he’ll be 16 in a couple months. Otabek turned 18 a couple weeks ago. Okay. So, they have a 2 year and a half gap, more or less. And I’m not saying anything about it. Yet. So far I’m just exposing facts.

The age of consent is 16 in both Russia and Kazakhstan. But do you know what “age of consent” means?

The age of consent is the age at which a person is considered to be legally competent to consent to sexual acts, and is thus the minimum age of a person with whom another person is legally permitted to engage in sexual activity.” The age of consent can vary from country to country, between 14 and 18 yo.

Now, I’ve seen people associating OtaYuri with pedophilia. But do you know what you are actually saying? “Pedophilia is a psychiatric disorder in which an adult or older adolescent experiences a primary or exclusive sexual attraction to prepubescent children. A person who is diagnosed with pedophilia must be at least 16, but adolescents must be at least five years old older than the child for the attraction to be diagnosed as pedophilia.” Calling a bunch of fans supporters of pedophilia just because they want two boys aged 15 and 18 to have a relationship is a very serious offense. You want to tell me they are in completely different places in their lives? You can’t. You don’t know that, because, as I said, this is all fictional, and that gives the writers and content creators the freedom to do what they want, and maybe, for someone out there, Otabek is the innocent one and Yuri is the hormonal teenager who can’t stop thinking about sex. And do you have any way of going against that opinion? No, because those aspects haven’t been mentioned in canon, nor anything that can go against that, and they won’t, so our mind is allowed to run free, because, once again, this is all fictional. Yuri and Otabek are not real.

Okay, so, let’s see if I understood your point: OtaYuri is gross because their native countries decided that the age for them to be able to decide if they are ready to have sex or not is sixteen, and since Yuri is 15 and therefore a pure child who knows nothing about the world and Otabek is 18 and therefore an adult with his life figured out, lots of experience and wolf-like instincts that make him want to ravish Yuri and all of that makes him a pedophile? What a big fat load of crap.

First of all, and repeating what everyone with at least some common sense is saying: shipping doesn’t mean wanting two characters to fuck. We are not saying we want Yuri to ride Otabek like he’s been doing it all is life. We are saying we want them to love, and enjoy that love. To go on dates, kiss, have their firsts. We are saying we want them to have a normal relationship, to enjoy their teenage love, to be awkward and be sweet, to live, to fucking be happy. And even if someone wants to write about them having sex, that’s their choice.

One thing that has been pissing me off is how Yuri suddenly becomes this pure innocent character whenever people talk about this, saying that he’s a kid. He’s not. He’s the most impulsive character of the whole story, he’s the character who at the age of 14 photographed two adults pole dancing half naked and kept those photos just because. He declared he would rather perform a program about sexual love, he seemed thrilled about it. Gosh, he’s not innocent. I’m not saying he has loads of experience, I don’t believe he does, but he is at wanking age for fuck’s sake, stop trying to tell me that you actually believe that at the age of 15 boys are playing with little cars, stuffed toys and dolls.

Now, people also seem to be assuming that Otabek is this experienced character, an adult. Guys, he barely turned 18. It’s not as simple as that. If I know anything about being a teen, getting older, he’s probably scared as fuck, having a constant existential crisis about what the hell he’s doing with his life, coming to terms with he’s new found freedom and “gosh I’m legally an adult”. He didn’t wake up one day with he’s life figured out.

God, you are basically trying to tell me that it is illegal for them to have sex, and it is, but only because they were born in those specific countries. Had one of them been born in a country where the age of consent is 14, it would be totally fine. So, this, the ship being “gross”, is a matter of geography and demographics?

Actually, had Yuri been born in Italy, for example, would we be having this fight? Because: “The age of consent in Italy is 14 years, with a close-in-age exception that allows those aged 13 to engage in sexual activity with partners who are less than 3 years older. The age of consent rises to 16 if one of the participants has some kind of influence on the other (e.g. teacher, tutor, adoptive parent, etc.).

You are aware that if they had met, let’s say, three months before that, it would be fine, because both of them would be minors? Or if they had met three months later, it would also be fine because Yuri would already be 16 and therefore legally able to consent? Now tell me, are those three months going to decide whether Yuri is a pure innocent human being or Otabek is an experienced pervert?

I mean, had Otabek decided to stay in his mum’s vagina for a couple more weeks or had Yuri decided that he was tired of being inside his mum’s vagina a couple weeks earlier, it would be totally fine.

This whole discussion is pointless.

Actually, let’s talk about sex. Let’s talk about smut. Using AO3 as a reference, the most common ship involving Yuri in sexual scenarios is Yuri x Yuuri x Victor. Then Yuri x JJ. And people are not even writing Yuri x Otabek because they are scared they’ll be sentenced to death. But people have been writing about Victor and Yuri, and Yuri and Yuuri for months now. My point being: people will continue writing, because it is just fiction, and that allows us to do whatever we want. If I want to write a fiction about Yuri and Otabek banging, and if I say that in my story Yuri is legal, what do you have against me? This is pointless. It’s not a moral discussion, it’s literally just drama.

Are you trying to tell me that if 14 year old you developed a crush on a cute 17 yo and they actually wanted anything with you, you’d break up with them the moment they turned 18? That is if the age of consent in your country were to be 16, but what if it was 14? Would it be fine?

What if the age of consent in Russia was 14, would it be fine, would we be having this discussion? So, then again, to what length does the country he was born in affect the capacity of Yuri saying he’s ready of not for something that has to do with his own body?

Once again, it’s not like he’s ignorant on the topic. Hello, hello, it’s our society. We are constantly bombarded with sex, and it’s not like Yuri wouldn’t be able to kick the hell out of Otabek if he ever tried something Yuri wasn’t comfortable with. Yuri is not an unprotected baby.

There are people losing their virginities at the age of 14, and I’m not saying that is fine, I’m saying no one’s ignorant on the topic anymore, and it’s nobody’s business but their own. I know a 16 year old who dates a 19 yo. A year ago, she was 15, and it would be wrong for them to have sex? No, coz the age of consent in my country is 14, but would their love be any less valuable or acceptable had they been born in Russia, for example?

All I’m saying is: being 15 or 16 doesn’t mean you’re ready for love or sex, but it also doesn’t mean you are not. Being 18 doesn’t make you an adult in any other aspect other than in the law of the country you were born in. One day you are 17 and the other you’re 18, but you don’t suddenly become a mature adult who just thinks about sex.

Bottom line: shipping doesn’t mean wanting a couple to have sex, age of consent doesn’t mean someone can’t have a relationship with another, and fiction means you are free to do what you want and write what you want. If it bothers you the fact that Yuri is 15, write about him being 16, or whatever age you want. He’s not real either way.

Now, if you don’t ship it, if you think it is gross, there are a few steps you can take to make your life happier and less stressful: don’t look into the ship tags, block people who ship it and share things that make you uncomfortable, don’t search for art or fan fiction. You are totally in control of what you see on the internet, and you don’t need to waste your time starting pointless fights. And if you still want to tell me it is wrong because it is illegal, I only have one thing to tell you: you know what else was illegal in Russia, like, 20 years ago, and considered a mental illness? Homosexuality. You know what still isn’t? Homophobia. You know what’s still not legal? Same sex marriage. Civil unions.

You want to come and talk about laws in our fucked up society? Don’t. You want to tell me that you don’t personally believe that Yuri is ready for a relationship or you just don’t ship it? That’s fine. Just don’t be an asshole, and please, block me. Because I will reblog stuff about them, I will write stuff about them, I will fangirl about them and your sorry ass excuse for morals are not going to stop me.

Day 5: Friends

Annabelle Hawke would never have guessed that one of her best friends would be the wife of a Templar. Then again, she never would have guessed that she would be run out of her home by a Blight or that she would ever set foot in Kirkwall. But that was all years ago now.

The clash of steel rang loud in her ears as she parried a blow aside, lifting the shield instinctively to cover her center as she withdrew from her attacker. The one-woman avalanche kept after her, pushing her harder, three heavy blows falling on the shield as Hawke stood her ground, teeth bared in a determined grimace. As the ginger-haired woman pulled back for another vicious slash at her shield arm, Annabelle seized the opening and drove her blade forward to stab her opponent, flinging her shield arm outward to add to her momentum. The other woman twisted in a reflexive reaction, Hawke’s blade sailing harmlessly past her, and suddenly the blade that had been well to her left a moment ago was pressed against her ribs. “Dead,” said her opponent with a tone of firm finality. Anna growled and lowered her weapon, the sword still overly heavy and unfamiliar in her hand. The shield dragged at her arm.

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anonymous asked:

does colin tell a lot of dad jokes?

Yes he does, but not as often as he loves to tell nasty anti jokes, usually in inappropriate situations. It wouldn’t be so terrifying if he wasn’t a Knight Commander who carries a sword everywhere he goes.

It has gotten to a point where people don’t know if he’s joking or not.

Also related bonus comic that i made at like 2 am four months ago under the cut:

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Get to know you challenge

Nicknames: Tabs, Kitten, Kitty, Tabi cat

Gender: Girl

Star Sign: Capricorn

Height: 5'2 ½!!

Sexuality: Straight mostly, girls are super cute 🙌🏻

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

Favorite Animal: Wolf, Panda, or Tiger

How much sleep do you get in a night?: HA..

Cats or dogs?: both.. I have 3 cats but I just got my first puppy :3

Why did you make your account?: I wanted to learn more about age regression

How many followers do you have?: 1,592

How many blankets do you sleep with? Two, I made them both!

Dream Trip: Going to London with my best friend <3

Dream Job: an RN- Registered nurse (with a bachelor’s degree)

When did you make your account?: um like 2 months ago


Okay! There is me, if you wanna know more ask!!


Here’s like 20 people!

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Sewer Grate

My sister and I have a very big age difference, I was 21 when she was born. When my sister was little, like 4 or 5, every day I would drop her off at daycare. Her daycare was located on a University campus. For the past 2 months they had been doing construction around the daycare facilities, they are remodeling the yard.

It had been raining heavily since the week before and they had put up sand bags around parts of the entrance to the daycare. This made it so there is only a small walkway to get to the door from the parking lot. This walk-way was very narrow and required anyone walking down it to walk directly over a large sewer grate. There was no other way to get in to the class room.

When they first placed the sand bag, Amy refused to walk over the sewer grate. I, like any rational person, am also terrified of sewer grates, but I didn’t want to pass this fear on to my little sister, and so in my best imitation of an adult I stood on the sewer grate everyday for a week and told her that it was perfectly safe. She still refused to walk over it, and made me carry her.

The next Monday it was raining particularly hard and when we walked to the grate I explained about how it was harmless, that it is just a way for the rain water to get out to the ocean, just like the drain in the bath tub. I stood on the grate and slowly she joined me.

I started to walk toward her classroom door when she started to scream loudly. I looked behind me and she’s pointing down at the grate screaming. I picked her up and looked directly down in to the grate and saw eyes looking back up at me, it looked like a person in a filthy blue jumpsuit, crouching and looking up.

I ran into the classroom and told the teacher, who called campus security. We waited for them to arrive and when they showed they looked in the grate and said it would have been impossible for someone to be down there, and that it must have been an animal. Animals do not wear jumps suits.

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My origin story..

Okay, so as promised (sorry its late) this is my story of how i became addicted to opiates.

When i was 7 years old i had my first broken bone, my left wrist, it wasn’t too bad but i was prescribed Hydrocodone 5/500. I was 7 and under the care of my parents so i only took them as needed.

Then when i was 8 i broke my second bone, my left clavicle (collar bone). Now this was a bad break, i had snapped it completely in half, and it is often said that the clavicle is the second most painful bone you can break, the first being the femur. Due to the location of the clavicle, there is no way to cast it properly, so i spent about 10 weeks lying on the couch motionless with my arm in a sling. Not moving your clavicle is damn near impossible, and any slight movement hurt so much i would puke. So to ease the pain i was prescribed Hydrocodone 7.5/500. I was given 30 with 3 refills, and i took all of them in those 10 weeks. My parents were cautious to let me take them, but given the circumstances their hands were tied. Once i was properly healed life went back to normal.

For a few years i went without any other broken bones, but still managed to get injured enough that i was on and off prescription opiates every six months or so. Mostly just sprains, dislocations, rolled ankles, a bruised lung, almost breaking my neck and other assorted injuries.

Then when i was 13 i broke a bone in my left foot. This wasn’t too bad of a break, but i was put in a cast for 6 weeks. This time i was prescribed 10mg Darvocet, i had 30 and 2 refills. By this age i was in control of my medication, so i went overboard pretty quickly. I went through 90 of them in about a month, taking several in one dose. Because i was young my doctor thought i was just in a lot of pain, not abusing them like i was. So i was given 2 more refills, these i made last a bit longer to avoid suspicion. When my 6 weeks in my cast were up i still had about 15 Darvocet left over, these i used to get high.

When i was 14 i had started smoking weed and taking opiates and benzos with a good friend of mine for fun. Mainly Norcos and Xanax we had stolen from his parents. It was around this time that i realized i was addicted, but that didn’t slow me down at all. About a month or two after this realization i fractured my left elbow and was prescribed 10mg Ultram (Tramadol) and began eating them like candy. Once the prescription ran dry my friend found some Tramadol and we started taking those.

From then until i was 15 we were taking Norcos and Tramadol on a near daily basis when we could get them.

When i was 15 i broke my right leg and was prescribed 10/325 Norcos. I abused those as i had been doing for a while.

Then when i was 15 going on 16 a friend and i got into playing with molotov cocktails. I ended up catching on fire and getting 2nd degree burns over my entire left leg. I was taken to a hospital where they gave me IV Morphine and one 5/500 Hydrocodone. I spent only one night in the hospital and was sent home with 10/325 Norcos. I abused those as usual for several months.

When i was two months away from 17 i met my now fiancé, and i was still abusing Norcos from my burn.

Once i had turned 17 i was fully engulfed by my opiate addiction and began stealing 10mg Methadone and 30mg Morphine sulfate from my (now deceased) mom. I proceeded to do this for 3 years, getting to the point where i was taking 200mg of Methadone coupled with 300mg of Morphine sulfate every day.

At the age of 20 i finally listened to fiancé about how badly my addiction had been affecting her and slowed down and started trying to wheen off of opiates. Over the next few months she told me about the 3 years i didn’t remember any of because i was nodded out 24/7.

By the time i turned 21 i was still addicted, but much better off than i was before. In January of this year i went with her and her family on a week long vacation where i had no opiates. Once we got back i was in fill blown opiate withdrawals. In i believe March my dad found out about my opiate addiction and had me go to a Methadone clinic everyday for 21 days. Even after that i was still in an awful depression and my withdrawals weren’t any better.

In April i got into a Suboxone treatment program and began my road to recovery.

Then on April 6th my mom passed away. I love my mom more than i can put into words, and having her pass was my worst nightmare come true. I was absolutely heart broken and just wanted to relapse and give up on life. To be completely honest i just wanted to get high one last time and kill myself. But my fiancé kept me going and i know deep down that my mom wouldn’t want that. She would want me to get clean and live a happy full life.

So here i am now, only a month away from being done with Suboxone. Moving forward with my life with my amazing fiancé as my mom would have wanted.

P.S. thank you all for your support and for making me feel welcome in this community.
I genuinely appreciate a every single like, follow and reblog. And if i can help anyone in any way in more than happy to. Please feel free to contact me anytime for any reason.

You’re plus sized

pairing: ashton x reader

word count: 951

requested! oH MY GOD I’m sososo sorry this literally took ages to finally post

ft. somewhat insecure!y/n and very comforting 5SOS


With your computer in your lap and some coffee in your hands to help you stay awake, you had been talking to Ashton for over an hour. It seemed like he’s been gone for ages, though he’s been in Asia for only a little over 2 months. 

“I’m coming home soon, though.” He told you. “Just three more days.”

“I know, I’m so excited.” You replied, smiling and taking a sip of your coffee.

“You can finally meet the boys!” 

This made your stomach drop, truthfully. Though you have only been dating a few months, you hadn’t met the rest of the band face-to-face. They’ve seen your face on Skype a few times, and Ashton says he’s shown pictures of you to them, but it still made you scared to meet them. You were pretty comfortable with your body, and even though you were plus size, you loved yourself. But when you met Ashton, and knowing he had previously been with a model with a “perfect” body and usually hung out with many skinny girls, you couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious. You liked him so much, and you were scared that because of your size, he would rather be with someone else. He proved you wrong, though, and now you’ve been dating steadily for almost 4 months. And the two of you loved the hell out of each other.

The boys were no exception; they too were used to being surrounded by models and smaller girls, and maybe they would judge you for it. Maybe they would judge Ashton for choosing to date a girl like you. “I dunno, Ash. What if they don’t like me?”

“Y/N, you know they’ll love you. And even if for some reason they’re complete idiots and don’t like you, I don’t give a damn. It’s my life and I love you, their opinions are irrelevant.” He told you earnestly. “Do you believe me?”

You nodded, the majority of your worries going away. “Of course.”


You waited outside of the airport, standing by one of Ashton’s security men. Ashton had just texted saying he had landed, and it was only a matter of minutes before he walked out. You were glad he had flown in alone and the rest of the boys had flown out earlier, but the two of you were heading to the 5SOS house straight away, and the nervousness had come back. 

Just then, your curly-headed boyfriend emerged from the double doors, sunglasses perched on his nose and a bag slung over his shoulder. A few fans tried to shove their phones in his face but he didn’t pay attention to them; other guards were holding them back. After all, all Ashton wanted to do was get from the airport to the car safely and without trouble.

Patiently, you waited for him to get his things in the car, but before he made sure to greet you with a peck on the cheek. Once his arms were free, he gave you a warm hug, melting away all your nerves.

“So glad to see you, love.” He cooed, pressing another kiss to your neck. 

“I’m so happy you’re back.” 

You both got into the car and it was off to the house, the nerves starting to creep back while Ashton talked about how amazing the Asia tour was. He noticed you were a little anxious and gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. “Hey, they’ll love you.” He said again. “Don’t worry.”

“I know, I’m just a little nervous.” You confessed, rubbing your thumb over Ashton’s knuckles. 

“It’ll be great.” He said, leaning in to capture your lips in his. 

The tedious car ride had ended and before you knew it, you were at their front door. Ashton opened it up and there the boys were, sitting in the living room mindlessly on their phones, probably too exhausted to do anything else. Except Michael had already fallen asleep on the couch, his head resting in his hand. You snickered quietly. 

“Guys! This is Y/N.” Ashton announced, pulling you further into the house.

Luke was the first to look up from his phone and walk over, greeting you with a hug. “Hey, nice to finally meet you, Y/N! Heard so many great things about you.” He said kindly, embracing you.

Calum followed behind, slapping Michael on the chest to wake up and meet you. His eyes shot open and he yawned once, his head turning to see you and his eyes lit up. “Y/N!” He said, hopping off the couch and following Calum. “You look better in real life than in all the pictures Ash was showing us.” You blushed at the compliment.

Calum gave you a hug. “Hi, I’m Calum.”

You giggled. “I know.”

“Dude, it’s not like she doesn’t know who we are.” Michael chuckled, giving you a hug. “Hey, how are you?” 

“Good.” You said, smiling at them.

“You seem a little nervous.” Michael noted.

You shrugged. “Meeting new people is a bit nerve-wracking, I guess.”

“There’s no need to be nervous around us, really.” Calum said. “We’re friendly unless it’s really early in the morning, then we’re all kinda assholes. But who actually is their normal self in the morning?”

“Certainly not me.” Michael chimed in. 

You laughed, Ashton placing a hand on the small of your back. “See, they’re totally cool with you.” He whispered in your ear. 

Nodding, you looked into your boyfriends eyes and quickly pecked his lips. Hand in hand, you joined the boys back in the living room, listening to their stories reminiscing their 2 months in Asia, and all the hilarity that came with it.

tagging game <3

tagged by: @tozierbae ! tysm!! ily

rules: tag 10 of your followers you want to get to know better.

name: amelia (shock horror my names not kit)
nicknames: milli
gender: female (?)
star sign: aquarius sun, pisces moon
height: 5’5 (im,,, tall for my age?)
sexuality: pancake (pansexual)
hogwarts house: hufflepuff ;0
fave animal: penguin!
average hours of sleep: oof it changes
current time: 4:52pm
dog or cat person: cat!!
blankets you sleep with: 2 in winter, 1 in summer 
dream trip: paris 
dream job: youth psychologist 
when i made my blog: ooF idk like a few months ago?
followers: 182 (not many i know)
why i made a tumblr: i wanted to be an edgy teen 
reason for my url: im stan kin ;0 i also just love stan in general and x is for MAXIMUM EDGE

tags; (if you’ve already done this challenge just ignore this) @edsrich @tozierstrashmouth @eddiekaspbraked @kmnari @lesbeanbeverly that’s all i can think of rn but if you wanna do it feel free