i really dont even know what to tag this

Hm. Maybe I can’t fathom why policing stupid shit like fandom ships and fictional characters sexualities (that really AREN’T canon unless stated in a series itself, so it’s still HEADCANON regardless of what you say, dude) because outside of tumblr and my hobbies with fan art and writing, I have a life. And I also don’t feel a need to tell people what they can and can’t do or like when it’s not my business.

Maybe if you actually got off of tumblr and went outside and made some friends (which might be impossible for someone who has a personality like yours), you’d find that letting people have m/f ships is pretty okay, and that a canon male character being shipped with a female oc character got popular and it’s not a big fucking deal because it’s not actually hurting anyone.

You getting pissed off over fictional characters isn’t gay rights activism you fucking joke. You’re honestly really funny.

5 Things That Make Me Happy

Thanks for tagging me @bamco!! Theres too many things that make me happy i will try very hard to narrow this down ;;;;u;

1) Drawing, i love drawing all over the place and i really can’t control myself when i have a pen and paper ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ There’s so much freedom in drawing it good

2) I really enjoy listening to music, especially game soundtracks. actually the thought of listening to music while drawing fuels me to even start drawing. i dont know how to explain it but it just makes me feel while drawing?///what?//

3) playing video games or just watching people play video games. especially tales, pokemon, dw, sw and loz i guess.  I LOVE HITTING A BIG COMBO but as soon as it drops i fall back into despair

4) watching videos?? like those science things, fact vids and people pulling for gachas so i can get myself even saltier than before or i make myself feel better about my terrible luck. either ways its terrifying

5) my favourite characters………………………………..

whispers leon and jude and team destiny 2

Im going to tag some mutuals: @aizawas, @izuminokamiis, @letmereachforthestars, @limpulsive, @jadeluminescence

Feel free to do if you feel like it!! i hope yall i dont mind i do these a bit too much

I hope people have seen this. I dont even know its origin or anything or hell what to really tag it as but I saw it on facebook via a cosplayer page. Its definitely worth the watch

Edit: Video contains some strobe effects so those with epilepsy or are photosensitive should take heed before viewing

Edit 2: Do not remove that warning or any of this for the sake of your shitty blog. Im tired of seeing it without that warning. Just stop already.

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infodumping about the ocean

@ghost-wants-murder congrats on gettin old ilu

(ALSO HOLY SHIT IM SORRY THIS IS SO LATE DGYDJB)

jungkookie doesn’t hover...

following all the thirst posts, i thought it was about time i made a jeonlous/hoverer!jungkook post; 

that’s NOT jungkook hovering over seokjin and jimin. no. 

care to guess whose hand that is behind jimin?

is anyone surprised that it’s jungkook? probably not. but can i pls also gush about jaebum and jimin together in one photo, interacting…sdkfsfk

look at jungkook staring at yoongi lifting up jimin all happily. just like namjoon and seokjin, look at him cheer them on. he looks super pleased. that frozen smile he gets on his face cracks me up every time.

(x) listen, the camera noona was gushing over jimin’s abs after that legendary MAMA performance. i feel you girl. jungkookie is NOT jealous. hell no. 

why is he always around whenever jimin and hoseok flirt? i have no idea but his expressions are the best, honestly. 

do i need to remind everyone of this glorious moment? 

ok, so he’s stopping our hobi, i WONDER what he’s gonna do next? 

jimin: *aegyo* “give me~” 

jungkook: *cant resist* *feeds jimin himself*

(x) look at this smug BABY BUN. im in tears. 

jimin and hoseok exercising, care to guess who’s watching them through the mirror in front of them? 

jungkook: not amused. 

aww…namjoon and jimin walking together, isn’t that sweet?

jungkook: no.

(x) look at this guy, he literally wedged himself between namjoon and jimin. calm down, bro. 

aww, joonie finds jiminie adorable…

jungkook: no.

ISSA STORYTIME

Ok I’m bored so ima tell y’all a wild ass story that happened to me first semester of my college experience; the story of when I got laced by a wild thot with some CRACK. Let’s get into the tea gorls

So I went to art school for communications design. I dont go there no more because it was hella racist, but a different story for a different day. The campus I went to was way up north, in Utica. Never heard of it? Didn’t think you would. Just imagine if the worst neighborhood in Detroit was an entire town with like no people and cows. I don’t know about y’all but at my school we had this thing called late night where we get snacks and shit in the cafeteria after dinner. I was one of 6 black boys in my entire school so it was always dry. So this particular late night I had got a pink wig and started fucking around and giving these crackers some life to entertain myself. My extra ass being who I was did stand-up for the entire night. Since it was early in the school year tho I aint really have no solid friends, so the people who I was gonna go smoke with finished their food and left me like some fucking snakes. When I was done I was deep in my feelings lol because bitch…..you gon spark up…..without me???

I was like “y’know what idgaf, I don’t need you niggas” because I’m likable, right? I could talk to anyone I wanted and make friends. That’s what my dumb ass thought even though I knew damn well these all were some back woods ass white people from Cousin Fucker Nowhere. So I’m standing in front of the dorms like “ok, if I was a white person who loved giving free weed to negroes, what would I look like?” and as though Satan himself heard me, this girl wearing dem Jerusalem B.Cs (you know what I’m talmbout) and a bright jacket that had to be from the thrift store because it smelled like pickled dick and horse radish extract walked past. I was like DING DING DING, gotcha Becky!! So I was like “omg hi sis, I always see you in class and I think your style is so cool blah blah” and all that fake shit. Naturally Linda felt gassed af and immediately offered to let me smoke with her. Yeah, yah boi got it like that.

But mama ain’t raise no fool and I seent Get Out so I don’t go nowhere with a white person without at least one other poc with me. So this couple I’m good friends with now was walking out of the dorms, we just gon call them Peanut & Jelly. They were quiet and both shy people so they didnt hang out much yet. They were also native and latino which was good enough for me so my loud ass was like “Aye, y’all smoke??” it’s 2017 so of course they smoke and I invite them to come smoke some of Margret’s weed. Consider it reparations. Since they ain’t have no friends they were happy to come join us. Smh y’all if you see this I’m so sorry I got y’all into this lmao. Anyway Trisha was like “Super duper the more the merrier, let’s go :))” with her wild ass. But I remembered I still had some of my own weed left so we ran to my room and got it, but I ain’t have no bag to carry it in. So Ingrid said “Oh, I have a bag you can put it in” and pulled out this ashy ass ziploc bag. RED FLAG NUMBER ONE. But my clueless ass thought she just had some plaster or some shit in there before since we went to an art school. Smdh.

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Shortly before we depart Peanut and I are getting everything together and making sure there’s no smell. While this is happening Jelly watches Rebecca spread some “dust” on her gums. RED FLAG NUMBER TWO. This nigga thought it was candy dust or something. No one in this equation is particularly bright. But anywhore, we started making moves to this parking lot/roof that we usually hung out at. I was hoping my friends fake asses would be there so I could ditch Jill’s ass. Peanut & Jelly I ain’t mind because they were cool once you got them to talk. I could tell they weren’t feelin Harriet tho lol and tbh neither was I but would your ass turn down a completely free spark up??? Didn’t think so. We get to the roof finally and I start checking my jacket to find I forgot my mini bong in my room. So Elizabeth is like “Oooh awesome we can smoke out of my pipe!” and I’m like lol you bougie ass bitch just call it a bowl. But my fake ass just said “Litty gorl, load that shit up!” thats exactly what I get. She starts loading her “pipe” up and I notice both my weed and hers lookin a lil ashy. AND THATS RED FLAG NUMBER THREE

It’s like 11 at night tho and we only had street lights so I didn’t wanna call Susan out and end up lookin a fool if it was nothing. So I just let her do her thing and pull out my lighter so we can make it do what it do ya feel? So we smokin and I’m having a pretty good time. I feel proud of myself and shit for scamming little Mary Ellen and getting a full spark up after my niggas rolled out on me. I’m like “haha bitch you did that and you high as fuck”. Me being the funny nigga I am in my head, I make myself laugh. Then I realize for someone who smokes pretty regularly and only had two hits, I was already shmizzed for some reason. I look over at Peanut & Jelly and both them niggas lookin like

“Already??? Huh, that’s weird”, young nigga Kam thought to himself. But once again it was free weed so I shut my Nancy Drew ass up and let it go. Debra passes the “pipe” to me and I hit it harder this time because I ain’t pay for it so ima get mines. Because I hit it so hard I kinda taste it and bitch, that shit tasted like Mary J. Bliges leather boots and plastic. So I’m like “yo Amanda, what’s good with your bowl the weed taste weird?” And it ain’t like weed has a particularly good taste but I know it damn sure don’t taste like that. Emily proceeds to say “I don’t think anything’s wrong with the weed, might be the other stuff tho” As soon as she said that shady shit Peanut and I’s heads snapped to look at her like “Bitch….what other stuff??”

Jelly at this point is checked the fuck out, like this nigga is walking through space or some shit. That might just be him tho cause that nigga always acts weird when he high smh. That ain’t the point tho. This raggedy Ann ass hoe starts giggling and laughing like someone said something fuckin funny. I’m sitting there confused and high as shit still got the fucking pink wig on, Peanut got her ass riled up and with good reason because we both know we just asked ole girl a question. So Peanut says one more gain “Did you put some shit in the fucking weed?”. By now I think Amber realizes the joke is nay and she’s close to getting stomped out. Here comes the climax of the story y’all. This bitch gon roll her eyes like we being extra and say “lol it’s fine, we just smoked out of my crack pipe and I haven’t cleaned it yet” When I tell you the entire world went silent, I heard SZA wheezing into her microphone miles away. My ass, Peanut ass, and even Jelly incapacitated ass was all like

“…wut?”

Jelly just started laughing like he just heard the funniest thing ever in his whole life. Peanut was staring at Tina like she was preparing her alibi for the police when they find that lil girl’s body. And me, you ask? I was just thinkin bout my girl Whitney. Like sis, is this how it started for you? I was looking at Rachel all hurt. Et tu Becky? All a nigga wanted was some weed and now my ass sitting on a roof high off crack. Suddenly time returns to normal and the only thing my faded ass can muster is a “Pardon me???” Helen continues to chuckle like she Tiffany Haddish up in this bitch and tells us that she smokes crack and weed out of that bowl sometimes, and that we had placed the collective weed in her coke bag. Jelly stupid ass still in the corner laughing to keep from crying because I knew that baby voiced nigga was scared. I’m so astounded at this point that I can’t even drag this wild ass bitch. Peanut however, is not me. Lort I never seen anyone but my momma yolk somebody up so fast! She smooth slid across that asphalt like

Grabbed Ellie, and said “BITCH HAVE YOU LOST YOUR FUCKING MIND?? ARE YOU SERIOUS??” and started shaking that bitch like she was tryna give her shaken baby syndrome. Jelly managed to get himself together enough to try and keep his girl from going to jail. What was I doing? Well I knew I had a choice, I could help Peanut throw Taylor off the roof, or I could help Jelly keep our good sis from catchin a charge. So I chose the smartest option. MY ASS STARTED TO HIT FOOT.

That shit wasn’t none of my business no more!! Bitch the link up is over! The deck is DONE. I could already hear my momma belt whoopin my crack head ass in my mind, no thank you ma’am! My black ass was done for the night. As I’m running back towards campus I hear footsteps behind me. I turn around to find Jelly running behind me, dragging Peanut along by the hand. Chloe however, is nowhere to be found. I ain’t stop running tho. Was it fear, was it anger, was it the adrenaline pushing me to run? Nah I was on crack so it was prolly that lol. We run until we’re two blocks away from campus and I’m finally too tired to run, which surprised me because I always assumed crackheads were just like the enegizer bunny. So we’re catching our breath and I’m tryna keep from falling over because I feel hella whoozy, but I manage to ask “What happened to Bobby?” Peanut proceeds to tell me she took one good fist, and dropped Katy like a bad habit. I was proud of sis too because she’s twig thin and I thought she was meek af. We start walking back to the dorms and all 3 of us are just silent. Ain’t nobody got shit to say bitch we on crack. Peanut and I lived 2 doors down from each other so they go in her room and I go in mine after we say our good nights. I go in my room and my roommate is there with his boyfriend. Immediately my roommate is like “lol you’re high af” and my overly trusting ass gon tell him “This girl laced the weed with crack”. This cracker ass bitch gon look at me and say “oh really…..are you ok?” like I just got into a small argument. Like nigga….I GOT LACED WITH CRACK DO I LOOK OK???

So I sit down and start watching videos on my laptop to try and distract myself from my anxiety because a nigga was SHOOKT to the core. My roommate and his boyfriend were just watching me like I was a good ass episode of something. I don’t blame ‘em tho, I looked wild af. I was twitching, teetering, and sweating like shit even though it was late September in upstate New York. Now this fake ass bitch gon take a snapchat video of my crackhead ass trippin and put it on his story for everyone to see. Needless to say after that day ain’t nobody fuck with Molly ever again. One good thing did come out of it tho, Peanut, Jelly, and I became real tight after that. And what became of Becky you ask? She made sure to steer clear of all 3 of us and my friends lol because they threatened to cut that hoe. Moral of the story children? Don’t trust white people.

Tatiana Maslany really is everyone! 

Purple

Word count: 10.2k 

Summary: Everyone’s aura is black until the age of 18 when they get their own personal colour. No one’s is ever the same. Except Dan’s. Dan is 23 and has been waiting for 5 years to wake up with his own colour. But when he meets someone who’s aura is so bright it nearly blinds him, he believes he might be the way to finding his real aura.

Warnings: non this is fluffy as hell with like 2% angst and its just really cute

AN: seems I really like doing fics about colours (shamelessly promotes ’Red’)

He’s like the ocean and I’m the dark grey that fades into black sunk right below him. No one notices black when there’s bright blue to see.

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Dan trudged through the streets, working his way to Starbucks. He slipped in and behind the counter, saying hello to his friend and clocking in, sighing at how many bright colours were around him.

“Still no luck?” Louise asked him as she passed him a drinks order and he rolled his eyes, gesturing to himself.

“Am I still black?”

“It will happen soon I’m sure,” she said, patting his shoulder and Dan raised his eyebrows.

“Lou I am the only twenty three year old to still have a black aura after turning eighteen. No one’s colour is black but it’s mine and I hate it. It’s never going to change and I’m going to be murky for the rest of my life,” he told her, passing her the drink he made as she sighed at him.

“You just need to find something to make you happy. Then you will start to take on colour,” she said and Dan rolled his eyes.

“I wish.”

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“Coronation” Part Fifteen

Summary: She was the Queen of Sokovia, and he was the future king of Romania. Their relationship was full of hate towards one another, but will it change when his heart gets broken by a traitor to both of your powerful countries?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Angst, snakes, fluff?

Word Count: 1246

A/N: We are closing in on the end! I really dont like this chapter. I’m blocked again with this series, but we will see. Let me know if you want to be moved to my permanent tag list 

Coronation Series


The pain was excruciating. Knives were dragged across her sensitive skin. Her mouth was gagged with old rags and the metal restraints were tightened even more. She couldn’t feel her extremities. She could feel the ghost of sleep taking over her when another knife dug at her marred flesh.

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So.

The other day I made some jams based on the jam fic chamomile, rose water and other unlikely intoxicants by @callmearcturus,​ who is the unfortunate recipient of Frequent Hare-brained Ideas By Me. There is a Dirk themed and Jake themed jam, with ingredients based on ingredients associated with the characters as mentioned in the fic.

Without further ado, a recipe for a fan recipe based on a fanfic. Of Homestuck.


for the winter king

[ peach + rose water + orange blossom ]

  • 2 white peaches, diced
  • 1 lemon, juiced
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 2 tbsp pectin
  • vanilla extract, to taste
  • rose water, to taste
  • orange blossom extract, to taste


for the handmaiden

[ mulled wine + red berries ]

  • 1 white peach, diced
  • 1 pluot (or plum), diced
  • 1 box each raspberries, blackberries and strawberries
  • 1 cup red wine
  • 1 cup white sugar
  • 3 tbsp pectin
  • vanilla extract, to taste
  • cinnamon, cardamom, ginger, clove to taste
  • brandy, optional
  • honey, optional

Directions are similar to typical pectin jam making, dice all ingredients to roughly the same size, and bring to a boil with the sugar/spices. Add the pectin once it’s boiling, then remove from heat. The mulled wine recipe is non-alcoholic, the alcohol will burn off during the cooking process. Stir extracts/waters after the jam has been taken off the heat.

I did a lot of this to taste, so remember, you can’t really go wrong w fruit and a fuckton of sugar. If all else fails, there are many jam websites that provide more precise measurements and temperatures.

Thanks for reading what is possibly the nerdiest post I’ve ever made. Tune in next week for more. Like, comment and subscr-

Vent

The stuff going on with Bart whatshisname and Harley from epic meal time in regards to ARMY and BTS is honestly making me sick. Harley in particular, coming out of nowhere to declare himself President of the BTS fanclub. The ego on his man is horrifying. White male privilege, coming into an existing fandom and declaring that you, a fan for two whole minutes, are leader of all of us. No. Sure, being a new BTS stan is FINE. I dont mind that they or any other new fans like BTS (if they actually do like them awesome, but it looks like they are just using them for retweets/exposure) but to proclaim you ‘lead’ us. The sheer nerve of these entitled assholes.  Literally coming out of nowhere then in the last few days suddenly preaching about how they are “Jimins number 1 fan” and “BTS fanclub President”. 

It’s freaking mansplaining. ‘oh youve liked this thing for years/months/weeks, well I, as a man, like it now too. Therefore I am superior fan and you will treat me like I am better than you.’ It just reeks of entitlement. Also this Bart guy, another youtuber, with a murky past, made a considerably racist comment about seeing a person of Asian descent on the street and saying “Jimin?” (side note why does poor Jimin attract the crazy people lately :( )

Im just so angry and like i have to deal with freaking male privilege every day and I really cant listen to another goddamn guy tell me how to enjoy something. ARMY already have leaders, and they are the 7 members of BTS, not you. We don’t need a president when we have them and if you really liked them you would know, understand and respect this.

There is a right way and a wrong way to join a new fandom and disregarding and disrespecting the existing fans is not the way to do it. Other celebrities have recently shown their support after learning about BTS and they arent assholes. So what makes these guys do this kind of shit? Attention probably. I know I’m giving it to them but I am very frustrated by this.  

If you’re not going to be respectful to ARMY and BTS then please go back to your youtube channels and eat bacon instead

too busy lying to myself (to see your color)

Sort of based on the prompt: You get an ‘impression’ of your soulmate when you turn 18 or something but all I got was a strong smell of bananas or an overwhelming feeling that Thatcher was a good prime minister or an image in my mind of a fucking unicorn.

In a world where you get an impression of your soulmate at a certain age, Trini tries to navigate life and what it means that she saw a pink pterodactyl flying through the sky for her impression.


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Trini grew up in a society where soulmates were a normal thing. Between the ages of 12 and 16 most people would get an impression of your soulmate. A moment where you would get a glimpse into who they were, into their life. Sometimes those impressions were a sound like a few notes of a song, other times it was a smell like the strong smell of bananas, sometimes it was an image like their face or a car and sometimes it was just a feeling like that Thatcher was a good prime minister and in rare cases it was a mixture out of everything.

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dan’s video was incredible. he was respectful and instructive, at the same time as putting in some humour because that’s His Way, that’s how he does things. he stayed true to himself, which made it feel… real, you know? felt genuine. he didn’t try to be something else. he did really, really well with this. i hope he knows and is proud of himself. he was honest and open and i’m so… overwhelmed with emotion? what a good human being. what… what an amazing guy. i can’t even express how wonderful  he is so… i’ll leave this there sdfsslafasf