i never thought it would come to this number

it’s been less than a year since I made this blog and I honestly never thought this would happen let alone have it happen so quickly. I don’t even think me writing out this little post could accurately express how I feel. like guys, 15,000 people..that’s like a mini stadium, a tiny country, the number of calories I eat in a day :’)

no okay but seriously, though I had been following bangtan for a while I never really thought about making a blog about them. but with the pressures of school I really needed an escape from it all and tumblr was this quiet place for me. a place I could come to and just forget about all the pressure and stress while I thirsted after namjoon and yoongi. and with the encouragement of those around me I decided to make this blog. even though I had run two other fandom blogs before this one, I never thought a fandom could be this welcoming. I felt right at home, memeing since day one 

through these past few months I have made some amazing friends I would have never had the chance to meet if it weren’t for this little bangtan blog. I trust and lean on a lot of them to help me through hard times as well as sharing some of the brightest parts of my life. many wouldn’t and could understand that even though we have met online only a few months ago, I feel I have known them for so much longer. meeting people in a shared fandom is honestly an incredibly special thing because you tend to meet people with similar interests, personalities and terrible humour making it so easy to connect with them and bond over things you might not normally be able to with others  

I’d really like to thank all of you who follow me and put up with my thirsty ass always crying, writing long posts about all the boys, having long and interesting discussions with me about all kinds of subjects, sending me lots of love and support if you see I’m going through a hard time, liking and reblogging everything I make no matter how shitty, talking to me and generally being interested in who I am???, coming to me for life advice, tagging me in all namjoon and yoongi posts, sending me random posts you think I’d enjoy, drawing fanart  and most importantly shipping the one true cannon ship #sabjoon 2k17. you guys all mean so much to me and it genuinely hurts to be away from you all whether it be because of school of or those time I travel I always feel like I can rely on you to make me smile no matter the situation

okay this is long enough and bless you if you read it all below you’ll find 99% bangtan 1% multifandom blogs, all a+ would recommend quality

your local sugamon hoe~

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For 50+ followers! I never thought that this number would come so soon. This post is in honor of this. Thank you very much. 

Benjaman Kyle, the man who has been without an identity for 11 years finally knows who he is. Found behind a dumpster outside of a Burger King and hospitalized, Benjaman woke up with no memory of who he was, and was diagnosed with retrograde amenesia.

Unable to work without I.D or a social security number Kyle was dependent on the support system that rallied around him in Jackson, Florida, where he’s lived for over a decade while searching for who he is.

Thanks to the help of genetic genealogist, CeCe Moore, he was able to determine his identity using the same process used in finding biological parents in adoption cases.

He made the following Facebook post:

“MY IDENTITY HAS BEEN FOUND! It is now the start of the eleventh year since this began and I never thought this day would come. A little over two months ago I was informed by CeCe Moore that that they had established my Identity using DNA. Many people had shared their DNA profiles so that they could be compared with mine.

Through a process of elimination they determined my ancestral bloodline and who my relatives were. A DNA test taken by a close relative has confirmed that we are related.

I have been in contact with them and plan on visiting them next week. I will soon have a Social Security card and a new Florida ID card. I am reserving my new name for now until I have met my new found relatives.”

Dangan Ronpa/Beta Dangan Ronpa first execution screenshot comparison (spoilers?)

Just thought it would be fun to show how far the released game has come from the beta version a.k.a. Distrust. Spoilers if you haven’t finished the first chapter, though I guess that’s really unlikely, unless you’ve never heard of danganronpa in the first place. Please ignore the video player *cries*

Makoto and Chihiro (Beta!Makoto had no ahoge)

Byakuya and Fukawa

Asahina and Sakura

Ishimaru and Mondo

Celes and Yamada

Hagakure and no one else I’m sorry I like him but the numbers are just uneven

Leon Kuwata/Kazuo Matsuzaki (Beta!Danganronpa was much more gritty and bloodier + uncensored violence)

And lastly the femme fatale trio of Kirigiri, Beta!Sayaka and Beta!Junko who have no comparisons in their respective versions due to their roles being switched around during development.

My Apology to Steven Moffatt
  • *a phone rings in England*
  • Moffat: It's three in the morning, who the hell is this?
  • Me: Remember that time I said you were the worst showrunner because I totally saw River's identity and a bunch of stuff didn't make sense?
  • Moffat: what? Who are you?
  • Me: I just wanted to say I'm sorry because I now know the worst showrunners ever are Adam Horowitz and Edward Kitsis. If I never find out how Sherlock survived the Reichenbach fall or what the deal was with Orson Pink, they will still be the worst showrunners in the world. You could outright kill the Doctor on Christmas Day- I mean again- and I would still not hate you with the burning passion I have for those men. I just thought you should know that.
  • Moffat: How did you get this number?
  • Me: Don't question it, it doesn't matter.
  • Moffat: I guess I had that coming...
HOLY HECK!

While I was off for the weekend..

THIS HAPPENED!

You guys are the best!

Thank you to everyone who follows me, all of those new to following me and those of you who have stuck with me since the beginning. I honestly never thought I would reach a number like this and I am perpetually stunned that anyone wants to follow me or read my little stories. I love Supernatural, I love writing about Supernatural, and I love that people want to read what I write. 

As way of celebration, I am hosting a challenge, Mimi’s Trope Challenge. Topics/prompts have already been given out and a few fics have already rolled in. I’m excited to see what the talented writers on this site manage to come up with. If you want to see the fics as they come in, you can follow the #mimi’s trope challenge tag.

Seriously, you guys are too freaking awesome!

Originally posted by quase-tudo-sobre-teen-wolf

200.2 pounds

Wow. That’s a number I never thought I would see on the scale again.

I know it all comes down to lack of exercise now that it’s getting colder. A few other things have been going on as well, just haven’t been posting about them.

At least I know where I am. And I sure as hell know where I’m going - down, down, down past my lowest weight of 168 to 150! Friday morning weigh-ins have officially been reinstated.

An Ex From The Past

Masterlist

Pairing: Mac x Reader

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend comes to town and hates the fact you’ve moved on, and he tries to win you back.

Side Note: Y/EB/N = Your Ex-Boyfriends Name


It was a call you never thought you’d receive. Your good for nothing ex-boyfriend had somehow got a hold of your new phone number, and announced he was in town. Panic set in, Mac wasn’t back from work yet and you hated the idea of being alone with your ex.

The doorbell rang causing your body to freeze. The options were to pretend that you weren’t home, but your car was sitting pretty in the drive way so that wouldn’t work. The next option was to slam the door in his face, you liked it but nonetheless it was a risky move. The last option was one that you hated but seemed to be the best, to get this over with quickly and hope that Mac comes back real soon.

Opening the door, Y/EB/N was standing there a sight that now made your stomach turn. The break up was messy and didn’t end well. You swore of men after that, but then Mac walked into your life and showed you how a person should love another, things changed. He was caring, thoughtful, sweet, compassionate, loving, handsome and so many other qualities that made you fall in love with him quickly and suddenly.

Now a year later and the two of you were as solid as a rock. There had been hardships but not even those could break apart the relationship.

“What do you want Y/EB/N?”. You asked, not caring if it sounded rude.

He greeted you with a smile, but you knew better and was prepared for whatever ulterior motive he had. “Is that anyway to speak to someone that you shared memories with?”.

“I call you an ex for a reason. Now if your done wasting my time, I have other things that require my attention. Things that I actually want to spend my time on as opposed to standing here and talking to you”. Getting ready to slam the door in his face, Y/EB/N prevented that by jamming his foot in between the door.

“That’s harsh Y/N, even for you. Come on, I just want to chat”. He smirked and it made you feel physically sick.

Y/EB/N casually invited himself into the home you shared with Mac and it made you feel the upmost level of discomfort. You broke up with him for several reasons, but the biggest being that he treated you horribly. He was always ready to call out your faults but never his own.

“You have to be invited in to someone’s house, and I did not say that you could come in. So please leave!”. The tone you used was direct and cold. But as per usual he wasn’t listening.

“Y/N relax, I just want to hang out like old times. I’ve missed you, I’ve missed what we had”. He looked around and stopped when he saw a photo of you and Mac, the two of you were smiling. Picking up the next one beside it, it was of you and Mac kissing. Y/EB/N scoffed and put that one facing down.

Slowly making your way over to the bench, you reached for your phone and sent a S.O.S to Mac. While typing out another with the letter “x”. It was a safety measure that Mac put in place if your ex ever came to visit while he wasn’t home. Placing the phone back to where it was, Y/EB/N turned around. “Angus Macgyver”, he read picking up the mail that was laying on the coffee table. “What kind of name is that?”, he mocked and threw it back.

“He goes by Mac and his more of a man that you are. So if you’re done insulting the man I love, use the front door to be on your way out”. Maybe the wasn’t the smartest thing to say, but at this point you didn’t care, you just needed him to leave.

Just in time, you heard Mac’s car pull up the driveway. Y/EB/N must of heard it too because you could tell that he was panicking. He quickly muttered, “Fine I’ll go. Just came by to say a simple hello”. Watching as he made his way out the back door, as he was rushing to get out he knocked a table, causing the vase of flowers that were sitting beautifully on top to fall.

Mac came rushing in, “Where is he?”. His voice low and protective.

“He left as soon as he heard the car come up the driveway”, you replied bending down to pick up the glass from the broken vase.

“Did he hurt you?”, Mac stepped forward with his hands in a fist.

Throwing the glass in the bin, you inhaled deep and noticed that you were shaking. Mac rushed on over and pulled you into his embrace. “No, I’m just overwhelmed. I never thought I’d see him again. So him calling and showing up so unexpectedly took me by surprise”.

Mac rubbed your back and kept his eyes firmly on the back door. “His not coming near you again, I’ll make sure of that”.

Pulling away, you placed both hands on Mac’s chest. “I told him that you are more of a man than he is”.

His face lit up. “Oh yeah, that’s my girl. Knowing him, that must of been a blow to his ego”. You couldn’t help but smile at that thought. Mac grabbed your hand, “I don’t want to talk about him anymore. Let’s just lock the doors and go to bed. Because right now I want to spend quality time with my girlfriend”. He put emphasis on the my and Mac cheekily kissed you.

Following him down the hallway, you felt a lot safer with Mac around. “How can I argue with that”. Responding as the two of you entered the shared bedroom.

There was nothing better than being in the arms of the person you love and Mac was that person. Your ex couldn’t compare and seeing him again just proved to you that the choice to break up with him, was the best decision you ever made.

That Stupid Hat - Chapter 1

GIF is not mine

Writers Note: This is my first Walking Dead imagine and only my second imagine overall so please go easy on me but also feedback is great (bad and good). There will be other parts, hopefully, coming out soon.

Ship: Carl Grimes X Reader, Carl Grimes Imagine

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, death, gore? I honestly don’t really know what to put

Words: 950 (the fact thats its a round number makes me so happy)

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Chapter 1

The walls had come down and all hell had broken lose.

Just as you would expect, in an apocalyptic world safety never seemed to be a permanent thing. It was something that everyone craved and yearned for but was almost always short lived. And once it was over there was likely to be casualties. But you never thought one of those casualties would be Carl.

You had been with Rick’s group since the prison and you had seen Carl’s survival skills develop. He had even started teaching you a few things. Carl meant a lot to you. You and him were one of the very few teenagers in the group, so through the months you couldn’t help but grown close. Sneaking around and reading comics together where some of the many things the two of you did and they all still continued when you arrived at Alexandria. If anything being in Alexandria helped the two of you grow even closer; the worry of Walkers wasn’t as big and you had half of the luxuries you never thought you would have ever again, so naturally you felt like you could relax more. But all of that sense of security had been demolished when the wolves had arrived and a horde of Walkers surrounded the town. And when the walls of Alexandria finally fell you had no clue what to do.

You had plenty of experience with killing Walkers but with the immense amount that had gushed through the holes in the walls you couldn’t help but feel the fear that ran through your body. The fear that you had attempted to train yourself not to feel, the fear that had almost killed you numerus times before. Your gut clenched and twisted at the sight of the sunken, clouded eyes and your spine quivered in its place at the almost colourless skin that hung off of chipped and broken bones. You stood in place, the fear stealing all your power to move, but you wouldn’t let it anymore. It was either fight or flight, and for you it was flight. And now you were watching everything unfold from a slit in an old battered curtain in a house filled with people who were just as scared as you.

It had grown dark by the time you saw a group of about 6 people walking through the horde, they were drenched in blood and guts. Suddenly they stopped. Nothing seemed to be happening for a little while until a small group of Walkers noticed one of the people, overcoming them quickly. You could hear a scream, mixed in with the low moans of the horde, seep through the cracks that littered the house, causing small pulses of coldness to overcome your body and settle in your fingertips and chest. You had seen similar things plenty of times before, but the screams always got to you. You quickly saw another person disappear, below a sea of decaying flesh and rotting fingernails, the screams fading with them.

You turned to the other people in the house with you. Some of them pacing up and down the room, others slowly rocking themselves as they sat on the floor or a chair, and a few people ,that were lucky enough to be trapped with someone significant to them, hugging. But all of them silent. This silence was shattered by a deafening gun shot.

Your head whipped back to the window. Your eyes immediately going back to the gap in the curtain, scanning the horde for the group of people. You now only saw 3 people. Two running and one was being carried in another’s arms. You focused on the one being carried.

In that moment your heart stopped and your breath caught in your throat. The hat. That stupid hat. It was Carl’s. That hat was Carl’s. The one he always wore, and now the person - that you presumed to be - dead in another guys arms was wearing it. That stupid hat that was now making droplets of salt water run down your cheeks. It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t. He wasn’t dumb enough to get hurt. It must be him, but yet it couldn’t be.

You watched as they ran into the infirmary. Finally your breathing was back but quicker than before as you struggled to catch your breath. Your head was pounding and your eyes started to see black spots. You turned your back to the window and slumped down the wall. Bringing your knees to your chest and burying your head in them as the black spots rapidly grew, taking up most of your vision. You closed your eyes struggling to breathe and cope with the banging in your head. You felt isolate. You didn’t look up but you could tell no one was concerned about you. You couldn’t feel anyone’s eyes boring into you. Neither the presence of anyone standing next to you. You felt alone, scared. You swore that if you raised your head and opened your eyes you would find yourself completely alone. You went back to focusing on your breathing, instead of on the thoughts running through your mind. The silent tears rolling down your face, all the while.

You stayed like this for hours on end. Not even moving when you started to hear repeated gun firing and the grunts of the Walkers getting lower and then finally cease. Or even when you heard the door open and the sound of people walking on the hard wood of the room disappear. Now you truly were alone.

As if you were scared of exactly what you needed you felt your body slowly slip into a deep slumber.


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Photo is not mine

Writers Note: This is my first Walking Dead imagine and only my second imagine overall so please go easy on me but also feedback is great (bad and good). There will be other parts, hopefully, coming out soon.

That Stupid Hat

Ship: Carl Grimes X Reader, Carl Grimes Imagine

Warnings: Angst, panic attack, death, gore? I honestly don’t really know what to put

Words: 950 (the fact thats its a round number makes me so happy)

Chapter 1

The walls had come down and all hell had broken lose.

Just as you would expect, in an apocalyptic world safety never seemed to be a permanent thing. It was something that everyone craved and yearned for but was almost always short lived. And once it was over there was likely to be casualties. But you never thought one of those casualties would be Carl.

You had been with Rick’s group since the prison and you had seen Carl’s survival skills develop. He had even started teaching you a few things. Carl meant a lot to you. You and him were one of the very few teenagers in the group, so through the months you couldn’t help but grown close. Sneaking around and reading comics together where some of the many things the two of you did and they all still continued when you arrived at Alexandria. If anything being in Alexandria helped the two of you grow even closer; the worry of Walkers wasn’t as big and you had half of the luxuries you never thought you would have ever again, so naturally you felt like you could relax more. But all of that sense of security had been demolished when the wolves had arrived and a horde of Walkers surrounded the town. And when the walls of Alexandria finally fell you had no clue what to do.

You had plenty of experience with killing Walkers but with the immense amount that had gushed through the holes in the walls you couldn’t help but feel the fear that ran through your body. The fear that you had attempted to train yourself not to feel, the fear that had almost killed you numerus times before. Your gut clenched and twisted at the sight of the sunken, clouded eyes and your spine quivered in its place at the almost colourless skin that hung off of chipped and broken bones. You stood in place, the fear stealing all your power to move, but you wouldn’t let it anymore. It was either fight or flight, and for you it was flight. And now you were watching everything unfold from a slit in an old battered curtain in a house filled with people who were just as scared as you.

It had grown dark by the time you saw a group of about 6 people walking through the horde, they were drenched in blood and guts. Suddenly they stopped. Nothing seemed to be happening for a little while until a small group of Walkers noticed one of the people, overcoming them quickly. You could hear a scream, mixed in with the low moans of the horde, seep through the cracks that littered the house, causing small pulses of coldness to overcome your body and settle in your fingertips and chest. You had seen similar things plenty of times before, but the screams always got to you. You quickly saw another person disappear, below a sea of decaying flesh and rotting fingernails, the screams fading with them.

You turned to the other people in the house with you. Some of them pacing up and down the room, others slowly rocking themselves as they sat on the floor or a chair, and a few people ,that were lucky enough to be trapped with someone significant to them, hugging. But all of them silent. This silence was shattered by a deafening gun shot.

Your head whipped back to the window. Your eyes immediately going back to the gap in the curtain, scanning the horde for the group of people. You now only saw 3 people. Two running and one was being carried in another’s arms. You focused on the one being carried.

In that moment your heart stopped and your breath caught in your throat. The hat. That stupid hat. It was Carl’s. That hat was Carl’s. The one he always wore, and now the person - that you presumed to be - dead in another guys arms was wearing it. That stupid hat that was now making droplets of salt water run down your cheeks. It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t. He wasn’t dumb enough to get hurt. It must be him, but yet it couldn’t be.

You watched as they ran into the infirmary. Finally your breathing was back but quicker than before as you struggled to catch your breath. Your head was pounding and your eyes started to see black spots. You turned your back to the window and slumped down the wall. Bringing your knees to your chest and burying your head in them as the black spots rapidly grew, taking up most of your vision. You closed your eyes struggling to breathe and cope with the banging in your head. You felt isolate. You didn’t look up but you could tell no one was concerned about you. You couldn’t feel anyone’s eyes boring into you. Neither the presence of anyone standing next to you. You felt alone, scared. You swore that if you raised your head and opened your eyes you would find yourself completely alone. You went back to focusing on your breathing, instead of on the thoughts running through your mind. The silent tears rolling down your face, all the while.

You stayed like this for hours on end. Not even moving when you started to hear repeated gun firing and the grunts of the Walkers getting lower and then finally cease. Or even when you heard the door open and the sound of people walking on the hard wood of the room disappear. Now you truly were alone.

As if you were scared of exactly what you needed you felt your body slowly slip into a deep slumber.

Okay, time for some Real Talk for all my fellow Fascists/National Socialists.

Now that we’ve all had the day to get smug at crying liberals over the election results, it’s time to sober up and face the ever-present reality of our situation.

This election means very little for us in the long term.

I hope most of you understand this by now, but it bears repeating that anyone among our number who still genuinely thinks that our current System is salvageable or that Trump is “secretly on our side” is fucking delusional. The truth is that most white people, whether conservative or liberal, are still shills for the System and would never even stomach the thought of joining the National-Socialist cause while the System still provides for their needs and wants. And when the day comes when that stops, it will most certainly not be people like Donald Trump who will lead us, not the in the slightest.

Donald Trump is a pampered, spoiled rich crony capitalist, a lecherous misogynist and alleged rapist, and a kike-loving shill who, at the end of the day, only cares about his shekels, just as everyone else like him does. He would pull another Ruby Ridge on us “ebil natzees” without a second thought, just as everyone else like him would, because the System is fucking closed to us and has been for a very long time; in fact, its very existence is justified to the masses on account of its defeat of Fascism/National Socialism.

Look around and ask yourselves: does acting bunch of smug conservatives knocking down a few liberal sandcastles make us the heirs of the noble ideals of Fascism/National Socialism?

It doesn’t.

Is any of this even remotely like the vision that Hitler or Mussolini had?

It isn’t, not one fucking bit.

The memes were fun, but now it’s time to wipe those self-satisfied grins off our faces and get back to work, lest we slip into complacency and forget what our real goals are.

14/88, boots on the ground.

Freckles

There were 3 before her,
that had a claim on my heart.
But like any other story,
there was an end and a start.

But each time,
well God knows I tried,
as they laughed,
and they cried,
we still had the time of our lives.
But how long would it last?
Would this time be different?
A change from the past?

And now,
here comes number 4.
She kicked the last one out,
as she walked through the door.

But here’s the thing.
Even though she’s number 4,
I could never forget 3,
and the way she laughed with me.
I could never forget 2,
And all the things we would do.
I could never forget 1,
And how she made my heart run.

But 4,
Well 4 is all of that,
and so much more.
But those other 3?
They’re like freckles, you see.
Sometimes forgotten,
but always right there,
a permanent part of me.

4

that was a perfect shot, too.

anonymonster  asked:

Pheres, for someone that was so upset about Em potentially cheating on you, are you sure you're being honest when it comes to how you guys are dealing with Kit?

| ? |

| I was Upset Because | It’d have been Understandable | That’s All | If Meukit had been Sub-Yellow | I would’ve Simply Left | There’d have been No Justification for |- That -| But | Of Course Emerel would be Interested in a Cerulean | It was the Thought of being |

| | Well | ! | Never Mind That | It’s all in the Past | The Situations are Entirely Different Here | And I’m not Sure I See how Kit is not Benefiting | ? |

| Until He gets a Proper Moirail | and a Proper Matesprit | He has Us | And | He’s still Dating Other People | He’s not Restrained at All | ! | For Heaven’s Sake | I am Trying to Help Him |- FIND -| Other People | =:B | He just | | Has a Safety Cushion to Fall Back On | If He Wants It | Haha |

| Perhaps It is Dishonest in That I would Not Make a Proper Moirail for Him | ? | In a Formal Sense of Things | ? | But He and Emerel would Still Make for a Proper Pair | If They had the Inclination | So | Well | Haha |

| That Option is Always There |

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Name: Max

Nicknames: Jebus

Height: Dunno. Somewhere around six foot.

Favourite fruit: Mandarins/Tangerines

Favourite season: Winter for now, I’m still experiencing UK seasons.

Favourite book: Good Omens is always the first book that comes to mind.

Favourite flower: Never thought about that. Hibiscus I guess.

Favourite scent: Street food.

Coffee, tea or cocoa?: Cawfee

Average sleep hours: Six/seven hours.

Cat or dog person?: Mostly cats but I do like a good doggo.

Favourite fictional character: Just one? Jeez… Manny Calavera.

Number of blankets you sleep in: Just one at the moment.

Dream trip: Nowhere stands out but Hong Kong or Berlin would be cool.

Song of the moment: LarzRanda - Rangers

Blog created: February 2013

Number of followers: 1433

Tagging: @skellyjack @singingrabbitskull

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‘’ResetFrisk was a project I had in mind for like 6 months, I wrote them a backstory, a story, but I was hesitant to even make the comic with so many AU’S out there. I still think it’s not an interesting AU and I haven’t uploaded the next part yet -sketch is there but I have to fix so many details-, and therefore, making an ask seemed even stupid but my friends encouraged me to start the comic and a blog for this special and weird Frisk (?). 

Wellp, and why am I writing and uploading my old and first drawings about ResetFrisk? -you can notice some differences since they were a work in progress’’


BECAUSE 

THANK YOU GUYS! I never EVER thought I would reach this number. So I wanted to celebrate shoowing you ResetFrisk first designs -which are not that different from the one they have now, but still-


I’m still thinking about doing something else for you, guys. I haven’t come up with something yet but if you do have an idea, please, tell me. I LOVE READING YOUR ASK AND MESSAGES, and yes, I read the tags, the comments, everything(?), maybe a drawing contest, ideas, man, I don’t even know, I will think about it but you’re free to send suggestions.

and I love all of you, mah children uvu 

Attraction Levels - Nishasha Nisha

💔 Non-existent
💛💛 No Preference
💝💝💝 Date-worthy
💘💘💘💘 Fancied
💗💗💗💗💗 Preferred

Roegadyn

♂ Sea Wolf Men : 💛💛
♀ Sea Wolf Women :  💛💛
♂ Hellsguard Men : 💛💛
♀ Hellsguard Women : 💛💛

“Never really thought about it much… The women, sure, but… A Roe man would hafta be pretty below average size-wise to have a chance with me. I like my insides where they are, thank you! ”

Hyur

♂ Highlander Men :   💘💘💘💘
♀ Highlander Women :  💗💗💗💗💗
♂ Midlander Men :   💘💘💘💘
♀ Midlander Women :   💗💗💗💗💗

“Gods be good, the number of men and women Hyur who’ve come to call… And they’re all so gorgeous! Special shoutouts to my darlings Aesa and Elisa!”

Elezen

♂ Wildwood Men :    💝💝💝
♀ Wildwood Women :  💘💘💘💘
♂ Duskwight Men :    💛💛
♀ Duskwight Women : 💘💘💘💘

“Some are real nice to look at, I admit… The Duskwights can get lost in the dark rooms, though… Maybe a sexy game of hide-and-seek!”

Miqo'te

♂ Seeker Men :   💗💗💗💗💗 
♀ Seeker Women :   💗💗💗💗💗
♂ Keeper Men :   💗💗💗💗💗 
♀ Keeper Women :   💗💗💗💗💗

“While I always knew they were among the most gorgeous, I never would’ve thought one would grab me so. Kietra, you’re amazing, darlin’!”

Lalafell

♂ Plainsfolk Men :    💘💘💘💘   
♀ Plainsfolk Women :   💗💗💗💗💗
♂ Dunesfolk Men :     💘💘💘💘
♀ Dunesfolk Women :    💘💘💘💘

”Tons of fun and we fit in your pocket! What’s not to like? Wish I could meet more that were fun-loving like me though…”

Au Ra

♂ Xaela Men :    💔
♀ Xaela Women :   💗💗💗💗💗
♂ Raen Men :   💔 
♀ Raen Women :  💗💗💗💗💗

“Yeesh, what a bloody size difference! The men scare me, always looking angry and solemn… But the lasses… Oh, I’d pour - them- a nice tall glass of Nisha!”

@trishelle

Oh m y god? This is impossible?? I never imagined any blog of mine would hit such a number of followers and I’m honestly freaking o ut

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH FOR ALL OF THIS SUPPORT. When I first made this blog 3-4 months ago, I thought it’d go horribly. I was so sure that people wouldn’t like my designs or my interpretation of these two dorks and this blog would die out in a few weeks tops.

But now, here we are, 3-4 months later and all of you guys are here and you all support this blog and its headcanons and story and honestly, this has moved me in a way I’ve never felt before. It’s hard to believe 100 people care so much about something I created, let alone 4000. I’m actually getting super emotional as I type this– omg my eyes are literally burning with tears–

Thank you all so, so very much! We love you and appreciate every single one of you for being here at all and having the interest of reading our stories.

Anyway, as a celebration for this wonderful surprise, I’d like to invite every single one of you to a fun little event!

My brother and I decided we’d get back together for another round of Undertale to celebrate what we experienced together when we bought this game for the first time! Come join us as we take a stroll down memory lane through the Underground and enjoy the Pacifist story once more! The goal of this playthrough is to have fun and not die a single time! (which I’m sure we can do… maybe… who knows)

Information on the stream below!

Where: Taidatenshi Picarto Stream

When: Friday, September 30th at 3pm (PST) / 6pm (EST)

With Who: Taida (Mod of the blog) and her bro, Tatsu

I hope you all enjoy! I can’t thank you guys enough for being here and I hope we can continue enjoying our time together and having a good time on this blog! <3

Cry, baby, cry.

A/N: I wrote this based of off @unkindnessofone ‘s prompts, which you can find here (feel free to request a number and boy, I love writing with them!) I started out with a completely different idea, but my writing took me this way. The ending is so sappy, but I was having trouble coming up with something more substantial!

You were about ready to burst. The day felt like it would never end, even thought it should have flown by with the weekend rapidly approaching. The cloudy Friday morning had started out a bit rough. Instead of your usual gentle awakening to fingers calloused from years of guitar running up and down your arm, while Luke pecked the exposed skin of your neck, you were rudely awakened by your phone ringing. When you turned over to answer it, you noticed the time and had a minor heart attack when you realized that you had woken up an hour late. Immediately, you had jumped out of bed, banging your elbow on your table, and attempted to gather your belongings and sprint out of the door in only minutes. The day itself had been one where many little mishaps had you wishing you had just stayed home. However, you had to stay at work late finishing a report that your boss just had to have before tomorrow, but when you went to hand it to him after several hours of frantic work, you found his office dark as he had already decided to call it a night. You were vexed, and practically stormed out of the office. By the time you finally made it back to your apartment building, it was well past dinner, your feet and back were killing you, and you were honestly concerned about your ability to make it all the way to your top-floor apartment. The one thought that kept your feet in motion was your boyfriend waiting upstairs. In your panicked rush to finish the report earlier, you had neglected to call him, or even check your phone. For all you knew, Luke probably thought you were lying in a ditch somewhere. Feeling even worse, you quickened your pace slightly, hoping that seeing his face might alleviate some of the frustration of the day. When you reached the door, you began digging in your purse to find the key that had fallen off of the purple ring, but before you could even reach the bottom, the door swung open to reveal a tall, blond figure.

“You’re home!” He exclaimed, clearly happy and relieved to see you, despite your bedraggled appearance. “I was getting worried when you weren’t answering my calls or texts, I thought you were mad or something.” He let out a small umph as you collapsed into his chest. “Okay, let’s go to the couch.” Gently he maneuvered you into the apartment, closing the door with a sock-clad foot. He lifted your up, and you curled your face into his neck, as he tugged your heels off of your aching feet.

You remained quiet, trying to keep your emotions in check so you could actually talk to Luke without sobbing. You felt yourself jolt as Luke attempted to set you onto the couch softly. He sat down next to you, and wrapped his right arm around you, while you leaned into his touch. After several minutes of quiet, you started speaking, “I have had the worst day in a long time. Everything just went wrong today, and I had to stay late at work, and my boss was a jerk, and I’m hoping coffee comes out of this shirt because I just really like this shirt.” Your initially controlled tone had quickly turned frantic. You tried to stop your voice from shaking by taking a steadying breath, but Luke’s comforting scent of what he referred to as “manly” lotion overtook you, and it was the last straw for you. The bad day you had experienced, coupled with the comfort and compassion Luke always gave you set you off, and the tears began rolling down your cheeks. You gasped, attempting to speak, “I’m sor-”

“Shh, no, don’t worry. Cry, baby, cry. Just let it out, sometimes you just need to let it go.” Luke gently rocked you as you released the stress that had been building, and you anger at the day. When you finally calmed down, he gave you a kiss, his lips giving you a feeling of calm as they pressed against your own chapped ones. “I love you so much, and I hope you know I’ll always be there for you, beautiful.” And you knew, as you looked into his eyes and saw that he meant what he said, that he could say that after you had sobbed all over him, and your mascara probably resembled more of a panda than the box advertised, that he would always be there with you. “I love you too,” you mumbled snuggling into him, knowing that with Luke by your side, even the worst days could end okay.