i miss you all the time

The Universe and You

Sorry I’m late because of who I am as a person. Here’s my Write-A-Thon Day One aka AU Day!

AU: High School Sweethearts

Pairing: John Laurens x Reader

Word Count: 3136

TW: Break-ups, angst, fighting


“You’d love the city, (Y/N).” You smiled, looking at the city sights around you. You remembered the day he’d told you that like it was yesterday. You’d sworn he was wrong.

“I have everything I need right here, babe. I don’t ever need to leave Charleston. It’s got all the city I need.” He’d laughed at you, shaking his head.

“You need to get out of your head, (Y/N).” You’d spoken in unison, knowing exactly what he was going to say before he said it. He’d said it so many times before.

You didn’t realize how much you’d miss him saying it until he wasn’t anymore.

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jinyoung0423: 설아 수아 빠기와 함께 한 시간 정말 행복하고 즐거웠어요!!ㅎㅎ 무럭무럭 자라서 아빠같은 훌륭한 사람되길!! 벌써 보고싶다 얘들아 ㅜ ㅜ
#설아 #수아 #대박이 #진영 #b1a4 #슈퍼맨이돌아왔다

During my hour spent together with Seola Sooah and Bbakie I was really happy and had a fun time!!hehe Grow lots and lots, and become a great person like your father!! I miss you already you kids ㅜ ㅜ
#Seola #Sooah #Daebakie #Jinyoung #b1a4 #SupermanIsBack 

Trans: roz @ bethe1all4one
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“Support Me” Part 2b

Welp. Y’all wanted the hardcore angst, so I delivered.

I guess this is my little mini present to you after being so inactive…SORRY

Word count: 832 (I didn’t wanna kill ya)

Warning: HEAVY ANGST LIKE SO MUCH ANGST 

Links to Part 1 & Part 2a

Originally posted by ultrailoveharrystylesblog



The air was colder that night.

Newt didn’t quite know why.

You had been missing for four months. The letters from the ministry kept coming, but they all said the same thing. He had read the first one a thousand times, then the second one a hundred. When the 50th and the 51st came in, he read the first line, then threw them in the fire.

He thinks about that day sometimes.

No, all the time. He thinks about the way you strode out the door with the wind on your back. Did you even look back before you walked out? He couldn’t remember. He hates himself for not being able to remember.

He wonders if you think about him too. He wonders if you’re having fun in America. Of course you aren’t, but what if you were? What if everything was alright and you had just run away to the Bahamas to clear your mind? What if you were on your way back right now?

What if, what if, what if.

Another day goes by, and what if.

Another hour goes by, and what if.

Another second.

Another moment.

Another letter.

He sees it come through the mail slot, like most ministry documents are delivered. In the most casual and careless way possible.

He usually puts them aside, not being able to get past the address without breaking into a fit of sobs.

But he had to open it. He had to open all of them.

He expected the first words to read what they always did. A far too formal greeting, then an apology for lack of information to his/her loved one or family worker.

But there was no print, this was written in a fine handwriting he could spot from a mile away.

Rufus Scrimgeor had written him a personal letter.


Dear Mister Scamander,

I would like to report that the squadron of aurors on duty in America are no longer missing. However, I regret to inform you that there had not been a single survivor. Not even the most talented of our team could handle the great dark force haunting the states. We are at a great loss, but none as big as I imagine yours is, sir. I am very sorry I have to be the one to deliver the news, of Miss (Y/L/N)’s death…I personally felt I should write this letter myself, for I feel at a blame for this unimaginable loss. I saw potential in this fine young woman at such a young age. I was selfish, I should not have acted so rash for such a young soul. Now she is no longer with us, and I cannot help but feel responsible. She will be awarded the highest of honors at the funeral, which I will pay for entirely myself. Her legacy will not be forgotten. (Y/N) shall live on in the minds and hearts of those who loved her, and live in the hopes and dreams of everyone who hears her story. We are with you, Mister Scamander. We will make this right.

Sincerely,

Rufus Scrimgeor


Newt felt nothing, he didn’t have time to register anything before the letter slipped between his fingers, hitting the wooden floor with an audible clatter.

Your death…you had died. You had left, and you hadn’t returned.

You will never return.

He felt his knees hit the ground, and broke into a hysteria of sobbing and gasping.

No. No, no, no, no, this couldn’t be happening.

“No, no, NO” He cried, shaking hands fumbling for the discarded parchment.

“No, no you can’t be gone, you couldn’t have left me! (Y/N)…(Y/N) I love you, I need you to come back! I’m sorry, I never should have let you go, I never should have said those things! Just…please…” he shouted angrily at the letter, begging it to somehow resurrect you.

But the more he shouted, the more he felt himself lose his grip on the situation.

He closed his fist around the letter, lifting it to the best of his abilities with his trembling hands.

Newt couldn’t help the tears. They were cascading down his cheeks like a faucet that wouldn’t stop.

He would have to plan your funeral. He would have to call your parents. He could only imagine the sound of your mother’s screams as he told her the news. Would he even be able to say it?

He still can’t really believe it.

He will never get to hold you ever again. If he longed for you back in his arms before, he definitely felt it now more than ever. He will never feel the warmth of your hand interlaced in his. He will never wake up to your weary smile next him, your legs tangled together in the sheets. He will never know the heat of your lips pressed against his every again.

So that was why the air was colder tonight.

Newt finally knew why.


THIS CONCLUDES “SUPPORT ME”

tbh I don’t think I have it in my to write any more hardcore angsty stuff like this took a lot out of me

distractions - (danisnotonfire smut)

dear french anon, I love you, my followers love you, you are loved. shorter than usual yikesss

You’d been waiting for Dan to come home all day. He’d travelled home from Playlist Live in LA and was supposed to be home any second from now. Even though it was only a week, you missed him with every part of you. You missed the way he held you whenever you were feeling sad, missed his warm brown eyes and how happy he made you feel, missed the late night conversations.

And, of course, you missed the intimate times as well. More than you would ever admit to him. Your whole body seemed to crave the delicate touch of his fingers, his lips, his tongue. As soon as he came home, you were going to pounce on him.

As if on cue, you heard the familiar jingle of the keys in the door. Automatically a smile made its way on your face as you stood up to meet him at the door. He smiled when he saw you, opening his arms wide for a hug. You gladly let him wrap you in his arms, inhaling his comforting scent. “I missed you, Y/N” he said into your hair.

Instead of replying you tip-toed to meet his lips and kissed him gently, feeling your whole body relax at the much needed contact. He kissed you back just as gently, turning you around so you were pinned up against the door. Your fingers wandered from his hair, to his chest, and down his happy trail….

A loud ring made the two of you jump. It was Dan’s phone. “Ignore it” you pleaded as you pulled him closer to you again by his useless belt. He took it out of his pocket anyway and checked who it was.

“Shit” he groaned, looking at you apologetically. “It’s Hank Green… he’s in charge of VidCon and all the other LA YouTube conventions. I need to pick this up, I’m sorry baby”

You whimpered in dismay as you watched him pick it up. “Hello?” He answered, walking towards the lounge. You sighed, hoping the call would be quick, so you could get back to making out with him. An idea popped into your head, one that you knew you were going to be punished for, but it was too daring not to try. You walked into the lounge with confidence

He looked up at you but continued to speak on the phone, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. You simply smiled at him, before pulling off the shirt you were wearing teasingly slow.

His eyes widened at this, and you just smiled innocently. You had his attention now. He was wrapped around your finger. “W-what did you say? Sorry, I was… distracted” he stuttered, trying to avoid looking at you.

You walked towards him with slow, captivating steps until you were in between his legs. He looked up at you in pure want, but you could see his eyes silently begging you to wait. As if. You dropped to your knees so you were face to face with his crotch. Sensing where this was going, he tried to stand up but you already had your hands on his thighs, pushing him down again. You loosened his belt, laying it on the floor beside you. Hooking your fingers through the belt loops, you pulled it down his legs, leaving his boxers and obvious tent exposed. He was stuttering again as he watched his kitten lean closer and closer to where he needed her. You kissed his waistband before pulling of his boxers. You could literally hear him sharply inhale as his hard member was exposed to the cold air.

You licked a stripe from his top all the way to his balls, making him groan out in pleasure. “No, I’m f-fine, carry on” he said on the phone, trying to hold back another moan. You continued your kitten licks before taking in as much as you an of him into your mouth and hallowing your cheeks as you sucked hard. A high pitched moan left his mouth as he clutched your hair with his free hand. “Sorry, I stubbed my toe” he lied, his face red from tension.

You began to bob your head , letting his cock hit the back of your throat, knowing how much he loved it whenever you gagged. “F-fuck” he breathed out, starting to thrust his hips as he fucked your mouth. The taste of precum filled your mouth so you knew he was close. “Sorry Hank, I’ll have to talk to you later. Goodbye!” He rushed as he ended the call.

“SHIT, I’m close y/n baby” he moaned at, making you laugh inside. You pulled away all of a sudden, making him groan in desperation. “I need to be inside you, Y/N” he painted, his voice raspy.

“I thought you were busy?” You replied, faking innocence. He looked at you in utter disbelief.

“Yohre just gonna leave me like this?” He asked as you walked away.

“You should get back to your call. Since it was so important” you answered, a smirk on your lips.

A/N: something I would do. This is my level of pettiness.

anonymous asked:

I was thinking that what if the whole time Stiles has been missing, Lydia thought that her and Stiles were dating and that's why she said "You said 'Remember I love you'" so easily in front of Scott because she thought it was common knowledge that they just loved each other. Then when all her memories came back she realised that she never even said she loved him despite this whole time knowing that she love him increasingly since the kiss.

OOOOOOOOHHH MYYYYY GOODDDDDDDDDDDDD

The Volunteer

This is for @bettsjuggie, who had the idea. 

“Forsythe, why don’t you go to the nurse’s office with Betty?”

I looked up from my math paper, my stomach sinking. I’d been waiting all day for my teacher to get the call that it was my turn to get a tetanus shot. I’d missed the day the whole third grade got their shots, so the nurse was fitting me in after her morning appointments.

I felt my face get hot because everyone was looking at me. They all knew why Mrs. Willis was sending somebody with me; they’d all been there the last time we’d had vaccines at school, and I’d gotten so panicked the nurse had called my mom and sent me home. Shaking, crying, the whole nine yards—I’d been a basket case. The nurse said I had a needle phobia, that it wasn’t my fault. But I hated drawing attention to myself, and I hated not being perfect.

“Sure.” Jughead was a tall kid, even in third grade. He stood up from his desk and stretched. “Come on, Betts.” I followed him out of the room, but I felt bad. I figured the only reason Mrs. Willis had made him come with me was that he was finished with his work. He always finished before the rest of us, because he was the smartest kid in our class, not that he made a big deal about it or anything.

The school hallway was long, and I heard my Mary Janes echoing on the ugly beige tile. I tried to be brave. My mom had looked up some deep breathing techniques, and I tried to do them, but I really just wished the floor would swallow me whole.

“It’s okay if you’re scared.” Jughead walked along beside me, slouching in his hoodie and jeans. “I don’t like heights. My dad took me on the roof of the water tower once, and I almost threw up.”

I looked over at him, and he smiled his lopsided half-smile. Even back then, he didn’t smile a lot, but he smiled at me.

The pathway from Jason’s room through the rest of the Blossoms’ creepy, gothic horror house was too long. I wanted to get away, but I knew if I didn’t show back up, everyone would wonder where I’d gone, and my parents would freak out.

“Betts, are you ok?” Jughead was at my elbow, walking beside me, not touching me.

“Of course I am,” I snapped, and my voice sounded a little too fast and a little too brittle.

“If you say so,” he mumbled, clearly not believing a word of it.

“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I’m sorry, Jug.”

“Don’t be.” He held out his arm, and I put my hand under it, just like in old-fashioned movies when the men escort the women in to dinner. But it felt like more than a hand on an arm. It felt like a lifeline.

“I’m ready to administer the shot now. Hold Elizabeth’s hand, Forsythe.” Miss Paulsen, the nurse, looked at Jughead through her horn-rimmed glasses. She could see that I was on the verge of another breakdown. My eyes were filled with tears, and I was willing them not to spill over.

Jughead wrapped his right hand around my left. “Look at me, Betty. Tell me what you’re going to study for our history test next week.”

I focused on his warm, long fingers and the smile hovering around his greenish blue eyes, and I made myself think about social studies. “The United States has three branches of government,” I said, “Executive, legislative, and jud—” Miss Paulsen plunged her needle into my right shoulder, and the breath was knocked out of me.

I went silent, but instead of a full-on panic attack, I just had a couple of tears fall down my cheeks, and I wiped them away as quickly as I could with the back of my hand. “You did really well, Honey,” said the nurse, cleaning up her supplies. “Thank you, Forsythe. That was very helpful.”

Jughead didn’t let go of my hand until I stood up on my own. “Come on, Juggie,” I said, trying not to cry more. “Let’s get out of here.”

“This house is so freaking huge,” I said. I was holding onto Jughead’s arm with a vice grip.

“We’re almost there,” he answered, pointing up ahead, toward the room where everyone was gathered for the creepy after-memorial get-together.

“I miss Polly,” I finally said, softly. It was a non-sequitur, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop thinking about my sister, not now that I knew she’d been engaged, that her story was even sadder than I’d ever realized. I prided myself on my self-control, on never being the crazy one, never being the problem. But my head was swimming, and I couldn’t get my equilibrium back.

Jughead stopped me in the middle of the hallway, facing me and cradling my face in his hands. “Betty, look at me.” I blinked hard, trying not to cry, forcing myself to meet his eyes.

“It’s okay not to be the strong one every time.”

I closed my eyes, breathed hard, tried to push my out-of-control feelings out of myself and into the big, warm hands against my face. But it was too late. The sobs wouldn’t stop coming.

“I’m sorry for being such a baby,” I said, still a little teary. We walked back down the long hallway to Mrs. Willis’s classroom, and I tried to calm down.

“I don’t think you were a baby,” Jughead answered, shaking his head emphatically. “You were really brave.” He stopped in the middle of the hallway and hugged me. It was the quick, awkward hug of a third-grade boy and a third-grade girl, but he was a couple of inches taller than me, and it felt kind of nice.

“Thanks, Juggie,” I said. “I—couldn’t have done it without you.”

He smiled, and I smiled, and I wasn’t anxious any more.

As soon as I started really crying, Jughead pulled me into his arms, right in the middle of a weird hallway in the weird house owned by the weird Blossoms. He hugged me, and I expected him to let go, but he didn’t.

“Let it out,” he said, patting my back with one hand and cradling my head against his shoulder with the other. “You’ve been holding it in for way too long.”

He wasn’t letting me go, and I really didn’t want to get away, so I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations of the rough fabric of his jacket against my cheek, the sound of his calm breathing underneath my ear, the feeling of finally being held that I realized I’d needed for so long.

I wanted to ask when he’d gone from being a couple of inches taller than me to half a foot, when he’d gotten strong enough to make me feel like nothing could hurt me in his arms, how he’d somehow gone from being a kid to being a man overnight. But I didn’t know how to say any of it, so I just let him hold me.

“I’m sorry, Jug,” I said after a while, my voice a whisper muffled against his shoulder.

“None of that, Betty Cooper,” he answered. “You’re the bravest person I know.”

Just then, I heard someone coming toward us. I couldn’t see who it was, but I heard a voice say, “Poor thing; she must be so cut up about that Blossom boy. I see you’re still doing your job well, Forsythe.”

“Yes, Mrs. Willis.”

Mrs. Willis, our third-grade teacher, long since retired and pretty much out of the loop of anything going on in Riverdale. I figured the Blossoms must have invited her because she’d been Jason’s teacher too.

Once she was long past us, headed for a bathroom somewhere in the environs of the mansion, I finally extricated myself from Juggie’s arms, my calm restored. “Thanks,” I said, trying to wipe my eyes without completely wrecking my makeup. “But what in the world did she mean about your job?”

Jughead smiled his lopsided smile. “You remember that time in third grade, when we had tetanus boosters?”

I nodded. “Yeah, you were so good at keeping me calm that the teachers made you my shot buddy after that.”

He shook his head shyly, lowering his chin and glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. “They—they didn’t make me. After you had your panic attack, I told Mrs. Willis I wanted to be the one who always went with you. I volunteered, Betts.”

“Of course you did,” I said, unable to help the grin that broke across my face.

“Of course I did,” he answered, grinning back.

The two of us finally rejoined the somber memorial party for Jason Blossom, shoulder to shoulder and side by side. Like always.

anonymous asked:

Since several people, myself included, noted similarities between your fic and P&P, I'm just imagining Viktor confessing to Yuuri, and Yuuri having the same shocked/confused expression as Elizabeth in the 2005 movie when Darcy first confesses to Elizabeth. Like "I can't process this, what's happening???"

I still can’t believe it took me so long to notice the similarities between Rivals and P&P aka one of my all-time favourite books (the dancing Rey, you even had dancing! How did you miss that jfc). But I can guarantee if a confession from Viktor had gone down in an earlier chapter Yuuri’s reaction would have played out almost identically to Elizabeth’s.

And for people who haven’t read/seen P&P I’m talking about between 0.42- 0.52 and 3.27- 4.00 in this video (the scene doesn’t fit exactly but those bits pretty much do)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1R-Zg5es7mg

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oh, guys !! i’ve had betty for about two weeks now and i’ve hit a pretty big milestone! i’m at around 160 followers and while follower numbers don’t mean anything to me in comparison to the special people who write with me, i do value a lot of you and i wanted to make this post to thank you all for following me and believing in me as little miss betty cooper. she’s quickly become my favorite character i’ve played in recent months. without all of you, i don’t know if i would have believed in myself, honestly. and therefore i feel like it’s only right to give a proper thank you. so below is kind of a little bias list and a shout out to the people i’ve grown really close to. again, thank you all and i love you so much. ♥

the squad the babes i write with all the time and love dearly !!

@mortembody, @potestvs, @facetiious, @giingerstallion, @heartlikegold, @puresthonesty, @m1lkov1ch, @believeinrollins87, @townsleuth, @writesanovel, @renastagliaviniobizis

the senpais the cuties i stalk / want to write with more !!

@potiustia, @the-revolutionary-doctor, @miidgeklump, @fxrechild, @redheadedromeo, @thcrnypain, @kniitcrown, @anxietyworn, @divinedlight, @mythxcbitch, @orphanmade, @theblackfamilysheep, @tatocide, @oceancalled, @suckerpnch, @exceptorange, @crowneddarko, @picturedpoet, @corruptvixen, @mothercooper

i do apologize if i’ve left you off and please do not take this offensively. i love all of my followers and you’re all gems. ♥♥♥

anonymous asked:

Wtf, you are so pretty! 0_o and you can art, and you game, and you cool af! You are goals (really though, I aspire to be on your level, hardcore). Pls be my friend, like holy mother of all that is good I find nothing wrong with you. You glowing angel human you.

WTF I ENTIRELY MISSED THIS ASK SOMEHOW!?!?

Originally posted by steven-universe-gifs

I mean, you’re a sweet bean for saying so, but just like everyone else on this crazy little planet, there’s PLENTY wrong with me.

More than enough to go around, really. Haha I guess I just don’t make a point of posting a lot about the hard times here. But I’m glad that I can inspire you! That’s honestly the dream! Being inspirational as an artist, to other artists and humes is what it’s all about! :D 

INSPIRATION GOAAAALS! 

Also yes be my friend. 

Support Sunday

Anonymous’s Submission:

adhd makes sleeping hard for me. i can’t turn my brain off, and i can’t get my legs to stop moving

Anonymous’s Submission:

when your entire science project is due tomorrow and your computer is broke because you forgot to get it fixed and company is coming over and you’re still on tumblr

Anonymous’s Submission:

it’s a month into the semester and all of the energy i had for school is gone. i’m checking my course website every day and doing work almost every day, but i’m still missing things (like going to class once!). any time that i try to do more future-directed planning, it’s like my brain screams at the effort. i’m trying to get on a stimulant, but my doctors keep dancing around it. i’m floundering for the first time since my ADHD dx, so i know Why i’m doing this, but don’t know how to fix it.

xravenstone’s Submission:

I’ve been falling behind in my class,and it’s making me really upset. There was this project we were supposed to be working on in class for the past couple months, it was one were we were supposed to work on using our own time but I forgot about it and it’s due next month for the science fair. I don’t remember what I was doing, and my mom thinks it’s so easy to just work on it but I don’t remember. It’s making me really sad and I just don’t know what to do, or how to talk to my teacher about it.

bulbas4ur’s Submission:

Not exactly about ADHD itself, but I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that I made a lot of mistakes with my education before getting treatment. I went from failing half my credits during Spring 2016 to getting As on all of my tests so far this semester, but I still have a relatively low GPA. I’m also in a lot of student debt because I wasn’t as smart with my money as I could’ve been. Is there anything I can do to fix or at least feel better about these mistakes?

Please reblog or send in your thoughts regarding these issues. This is your community of ADHDers sharing the things they are struggling with the most right now. We are crowdsourcing support!

Being Calum’s wife would include...
  • constant butt grabbing
  • him cooking for you all the time
  • lots of dirty talk
  • he always finds a way to bring you up in interviews
  • matching tattoos
  • you pick out his outfits 
  • bffs with mali
  • complimenting him all day to make sure he knows how loved he is
    • *in public* “YES CAL WORK IT”
    • “I don’t know you”
  • he spoils you
  • roasting each other on social media
  • LOTS AND LOTS OF CUDDLING
  • random “I love you/I miss you” texts
  • rough sex + hickeys everywhere
  • working out together + post workout selfies
  • overly touchy/extra flirty cal
  • him wanting to constantly take pics of you
  • everyday adventures
  • protective Cal but just the right amount
  • those late night deep conversations
  • he’s always showing off for you
  • lots of inside jokes

Masterlist

Request Imagines // Ask Me Anything

anonymous asked:

Okay this is the first time I'm awake for a Sin Night and I'm really excited and I thought what would happen if Manon/Dorian/Aelin happened?

I’m late to rehearsal for doing this but I know so many of y'all miss these because time zones so I’m here for you friend!

So consider this: Dorian walks in on Manon and Aelin. They’re against the wall grinding on each other and Manon has her hands in Aelin’s hair and she’s clearly pulling pretty hard and Aelin is moaning and - “Dorian what the hell?” And he’s spluttering and apologizing and trying to leave but then…. “Wait. Come here, princeling.” And now he’s walking slowly towards them, and Aelin is looking at Manon with a confused expression and oh shit now Manon is leaning forward and kissing Dorian and she takes Aelin’s hands and guides it to the front of Dorian’s pants and Aelin just chuckles and goes along with it and Dorian is DYINGGGGGGG. They eventually end up on the bed and the girls tie Dorian up. Aelin rides his face while Manon goes down on him and whewwwwww boy best night of Dorian’s life.

Found this on the Fictionkin Amino today.

This is all the same person ffs like you spend that much time on your bullshit goddamn, Plus you self-diagnosed yourself with those? Holy fuck dude you need some serious help.

I’d prefer to stay anonymous if possible with this submission and if I missed scribbling out a name or something I’m sorry!

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Hey guys, we thought that we should let you know that both Tia and I will no longer be posting on this blog. To put it simply, both of us just don’t have much passion for writing anymore and school is also taking up a lot of our time. There are also various personal reasons that don’t need to be mentioned that also took part in our decision. We’ll be leaving all of our posts as is for anyone who still wants to read our writing, there will just not be any new content. You can follow my personal (Ash) @beeguk and just send us a message if you’d like Tia’s personal URL. Thank you guys for everything, I hope you all understand xo ❤

OutofMacabre

Okay - this is me apologizing again for my missing activity…

Real life is still my top priority, though I miss my witty witch on a regular basis. That’s why we will always be back (and front, too ;) ) and I hope all my roleplay partners now and in the future understand that and are still willing to rp with me, although my reply can take some time.
So if you think I forgot your reply, please send me a message, so I can take care of it.

Thanks lovelies for still hanging around <3

Once upon a time, @fmorgana was my long-suffering beta who whipped me out of my propensity to overload my fics with “that”.

She’s listing my every typo in my latest work to me right now, and I can’t help but think

“Yes, this is as it should be, and everything is right in the world.”

I missed you, buddy. :D

Fluff Night: Round 2

So I just happened to be free tonight so I decided to give you guys Round 2 of Fluff Night! To add onto the amazing Sin Night @fuckyeahazriel just gave us and that we love her for, and also for anyone in different time zones that may miss these nights. (If Fluff Day is better for some, give me times. I could try doing different times, not just nights) 

I’ll try to do about one and a half hour of Fluff Night, and try to answer as many asks as I can. You guys know the drill by now but if you DON’T and this is your first night all you do is send in a ship. A canon ship, a crack ship and unpopular ship, a ship you just made. Send them in, they can be anyone from TOG or ACOMAF.

Send them in and let Fluff Night Round 2 COMMENCE! 

Every time I see that stupid post talking about how people with kids are the ones who are “missing out” and “look how happy we all are without kids FUCK YOU IF YOU WANT KIDS you’re a DUMBASS” I’m always just amazed by how hateful everyone on this site is toward children Jesus Christ