i swear i cannot with him sometimes

Sometimes, I Cannot Spell A Word. Sometime I Stub My Webbed Foot And Make A Shout. Some Time I See a Rat Man And I Swear At Him. I Not Always Perfect- But I Am Really Big And Wide


@eriecanary: I literally just found your comic and binge read all of it and? It’s so freaking cute? I love it and your art style so much I made a quick compilation of some of my favorite panels :D I either chose them for their cuteness or the amazingly hilarious faces. Like I swear Flowey makes some of the absolute best face ever. AAAAAA also your Underfell Pap is my favorite take on him ever!


Oh my! A new reader! Welcome, deary <3 Glad you like the comic! 

I can see many beautiful panels there <3 Wow, you sure took some effort on this, didn’t you? I’m flattered <3 I hope you’re not too sensitive and like what’s going to come! Thanks for sending!

Clingy!Racetrack Headcanons

@hogwartsfanfiction03  I hope you enjoy these sweetie!

Clingy!Race Headcanons:

- You’re a newsie

- You’ve been Race’s significant other for half a year

- And he cannot stand being away from you for more than a couple minutes

- He’s obviously your selling partner

- And he tries to always have an arm around you.

- “Racetrack, I’m tryin’ to sell my papes.”

- “So am I sweetheart, so your point is?”

- “Get yer hands off’a my ass.”

- *Squeeze*

- “Race I swear…”

- “Don’t swear, it ain’t nice.”

- “Race!”

- You love him, but sometimes the boy is a little too clingy

- And yes

- Yes it is possible ladies and gents

- You’re feeling icky one day

- Not, like, disgusted with yourself

- But like really sweaty and oily and just yuck

- But Race is deciding to be EXTRA clingy

- Like, he’s hanging off of you

- Messy kisses to the temple

- You’re just not up for it, so you attempt to avoid him

- “Babe, come cuddle with me.”

- “No.”

- “Come on, put that down, come lay with me.”

- “Race, no.”

- “Please?”

- “No.”

- “Not even if I-”

- “Race, I said no!:

- That got him to shut up.

- Over the next few days, he’s distant.

- He gives you kisses in greeting, but he’s no longer hanging off of you

- At first, it’s nice to have a little more personal space

- But after day three, you start to miss it

- So you try to catch his attention by doing multiple things

- Sometimes it’s as simple as bending down to pick up something

- And sticking your butt up, where Race can see it

- To as extreme as flirting with customers to sell papes

- You’d never done that before

- And inside it kills Race to see this

- Because after you snapped at him he thought you didn’t like him clingy nature at all

- And thought baking off would make you happy

- Now seeing you flirt with others, he thinks you just don’t want him anymore

- You’re both fucking clueless

- But one day you just become tired of this ‘game’, and decide to confront him

- “What’s your problem?”

- “My problem? My problem!? What’s your problem?”

- “You’s been ignoring me Racetrack Higgins, and I’s don’t appreciate that.”

- “Well you’s the one who’s flirtin’ with other guys! If you didn’t want me, you’s could have just said so Y/N-”

- “I’s been trying to gets yah to talk to me Race!”

- “By flirting with other men?!”

- “How else was I supposed to get your attention!?”

- “Maybe by talkin’ to me!”

- “Would you ‘ave listened!?”

- “…”

- “Exactly.”

- “…”

- “I just… I missed you.”

- “I.. I thought you were mad at me.”

- You realize what happened

- and you feel like shit for making him feel annoying

- “Race, sweetie, no. Oh god, no.”

- You explain to him how you were feeling icky and he immediately understands

- After this experience, you both learn to realize when the other has had a rough day

- Or just isn’t in a good mood

- And learn to respect when the other needs space

- Not that Race ever needs space

- This boy claims he needs less space

- But he learns to respect your personal space a bit more

- Though he’s still clingy

- You still love him

- Who could hate him?

-And no

-The Delancey’s don’t count.

» a game of thrones sentence meme

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❝ A mind needs books as a sword needs a whetstone, if it is to keep its edge. ❞
  • ❝ Never forget what you are, for surely the world will not. ❞
  • ❝ Can a man still be brave if he’s afraid? ❞ 
  • ❝ That is the only time a man can be brave. ❞ 
  • ❝ Fear cuts deeper than swords. ❞ 
  • ❝ Some old wounds never truly heal, and bleed again at the slightest word. ❞ 
  • ❝ Winter is coming. ❞ 
  • ❝ When you play the game of thrones you win or you die. ❞ 
  • ❝ The man who passes the sentence should swing the sword. ❞ 
  • ❝ If you would take a man’s life, you owe it to him to look into his eyes and hear his final words. ❞ 
  • ❝ Most men would rather deny a hard truth than face it. ❞ 
  • ❝ The things we love destroy us every time, lad. Remember that. ❞ 
  • ❝ Death is so terribly final, while life is full of possibilities. ❞ 
  • ❝ What is honour compared to a woman’s love? ❞ 
  • ❝ We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. ❞ 
  • ❝ That is our great glory, and our great tragedy. ❞ 
  • ❝ Why is it that when one man builds a wall, the next man immediately needs to know what’s on the other side? ❞ 
  • ❝ When the snows fall and the white winds blow, the lone wolf dies but the pack survives. ❞ 
  • ❝ And I have a tender spot in my heart for cripples and bastards and broken things. ❞ 
  • ❝ If I look back I am lost. ❞ 
  • ❝ Once you’ve accepted your flaws, no one can use them against you. ❞ 
  • ❝ Nothing burns like the cold. ❞ 
  • ❝ Laughter is poison to fear. ❞ 
  • ❝ Every flight begins with a fall. ❞ 
  • ❝ What do we say to the Lord of Death? ❞ 
  • ❝ Not today. ❞ 
  • ❝ Oh, my sweet summer child. ❞ 
  • ❝ Different roads sometimes lead to the same castle. ❞ 
  • ❝ Just so. ❞ 
  • ❝ Life is not a song, sweetling. ❞ 
  • ❝ Give me honourable enemies rather than ambitious ones, and I’ll sleep more easily by night. ❞ 
  • ❝ The things I do for love. ❞ 
  • ❝ Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well. ❞ 
  • ❝ A bruise is a lesson… and each lesson makes us better. ❞ 
  • ❝ The man who fears losing has already lost. ❞ 
  • ❝ There is no creature on earth half so terrifying as a truly just man. ❞ 
  • ❝ I swear to you, sitting a throne is a thousand times harder than winning one. ❞ 
  • ❝ A lord must learn that sometimes words can accomplish what swords cannot. ❞ 
  • ❝ A ruler who hides behind paid executioners soon forgets what death is. ❞ 
  • ❝ If a man paints a target on his chest, he should expect that sooner or later someone will loose an arrow on him. ❞ 
  • ❝ I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. ❞ 
  • ❝ There is an empty place within me where my heart was once. ❞ 
  • ❝ You can’t hammer tin into iron, no matter how hard you beat it, but that doesn’t mean it’s useless. ❞ 
  • ❝ The heart lies and the head plays tricks with us, but the eyes see true. ❞ 
  • ❝ Why is it always the innocents who suffer most, when you high lords play your game of thrones? ❞

I can’t get over the thought of Stohn and their height difference

Like Nine will sometimes tilt his head back or go on his tiptoes when John goes in for a kiss just to annoy him.

And John, Garde with the most legacies, defeater of the evil Mog leader cannot reach his gargantuan boyfriend’s lips. (Like seriously John is 6’ but Nine is like 6'4"/5")

“I swear to god I will climb you”

“I thought you wanted to kiss my lips, not my ass”

“Get DOWN here and I’ll KICK your ass”

Forever Yours (Lafayette x Reader)

Supernatural x Hamilton (whhhaaaa???)
Title: Forever Yours
Characters: Sam, Dean, Cas, Sister! Reader, Alexander Hamilton, John Laurens, Marquis de Lafayette, George Washington, Hercules Mulligan, Aaron Burr

Word Count: 11016 (what the actual fuck happened! Sorry in advance)

Warnings: shitty google translate/GCSE French skills haha, angst, fluff, supernatural violence.

Summary: To complete a spell a special feather is needed. Unfortunately, the only person who knows where to get it died two hundred years ago! However, this is not a problem when you have a time-traveling angel on your side. 

A/N: Recently I’ve become OBSESSED with Hamilton so I decided to put my two favourite things together in this wonderful mess of a thing. It was meant to be kinda short but now? I kind of ran away with this idea and didn’t want to stop writing ‘till it was perfect, hence why it’s so late! I hope you enjoy because I had a great time dancing around to the soundtrack thinking of ideas. I cannot wait for it to come to London!!!! As always, hope you guys are alright, check out my masterlist and let me know if you like this! Thanks babes

-Molly xx

Originally posted by miranda-groff-diggs

“And you’re sure you’re okay with this?” Sam asked again. I laughed and nodded.

“What’s the worst that can happen? I’ve already died twice Sammy. I think I can handle a bit of time travel.”

“She will be entirely safe and I can bring her back as easy as I sent her away,” Cas said. The brothers looked nervous. They had a right to be, after all, it wasn’t every day your sister gets sent 200 years into the past to find a secret ingredient!

“I don’t see why we can’t go with her!”

“You are more likely to be killed than I am! You’d get drafted into the war and shot by an English soldier. That’s not something I want to deal with the repercussions of.”

“And what if you die?”

“I’m too pretty to die!” I laughed. Sam raised his eyebrows and laughed. “Seriously! I’ll be fine. A bunch of redcoats aren’t going to scare me, Sammy.”

“If you’re sure.”

“I’m sure.” I laughed again. “Now, can we get on with this? We haven’t got long before the equinox.”

“Three days,” Castiel confirmed. “That should give you enough time to find it.”

“Yep! How hard can a fancy feather be to find anyway?”

“Seeing as we have to send you back in time to find it? I’d say quite.” Dean said.

“Cas can we go now? Before those two bite my head off?” I joked, Cas smiled and stepped towards me. “See you later boys! Bon voyage!” I gave a small salute then I disappeared.

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the signs as la dispute lyrics
  • aries: one cannot stop the wind from blowing, nor refuse the falling rain. love stirred up a storm inside me, wrapped its arms around my waist. I failed you dear, I'm sorry, oh I'm sorry // last blues for bloody knuckles
  • taurus: "oh, what more can I say to sway him? To make this statue speak? I swear he's made of stone and I am barely stirring up a breeze." // new storms for older lovers
  • gemini: and I pause where I am for a second when I hear your name. sometimes I think I see your face in improbable places. do those moments replay for you? // woman (reading)
  • cancer: so, dear, no matter how we part, I hold you sweetly in my head, and if I do not miss a part of you, a part of me is dead. If I can't love you as a lover, I will love you as a friend, and I will lay a bed before you; keep you safe until the end // andria
  • leo: we are but lovers, we are the last of our kind. And if we let our hearts move outward, we will never die // the last lost continent
  • virgo: what a bunch of fools we lovers are. and now she's smiling, with her self put back together, just a shadow of the past before the war // future wars
  • libra: I know that someday you'll be sleeping, darling, likely dreaming off the pain. I hope you'll hear me in the streetlight's humming, softly breathing out your name. I know that even with the seams stitched tightly, darling scars will remain // nobody, not even the rain
  • scorpio: I guess that makes me sound crazy but that's alright. lately I feel like I might be, not that I've heard any voices or anything. just like that everyday kind, where you forget things you shouldn't and you think too much about death // a departure
  • sagittarius: have you had a moment forced the whole heart to grow or retract? or just shrink. does the heart shrink?tell me everything, tell me everything you know // all our bruised bodies and the whole heart shrinks
  • capricorn: and we sang through smoke and rum and coke and promised with our pity, man, one day, I swear we'll be okay // twelve
  • aquarius: said, understand that if you're cold I'll keep you warm, and besides, there's so much beauty in a storm. so come down with me to the shore and what's more, I adore you // fall down, never get back up again
  • pisces: I’ve been watching a slow thaw come around. I’ve been waiting in the cold and hazy blue. I’ve been driving alone out to the edge of town. I’ve been thinking too much of you // safer in the forest/love song for poor michigan
Scribble-Doodle: The First Rune

Max is 9 on the show, which means he doesn’t have his first rune yet, so… Lightwood family feels, ahoy! Or, Alec’s a wonderful big brother!

When their parents gather them to announce that in the upcoming days, Max will receive his first rune, much celebrating and back-clapping ensues. Maryse and Robert glow with pride while Jace and Isabelle swing Max around, telling him how awesome it will be, to have Max train with them, and everyone’s all smiles and laughter… 

Everyone except for Max himself, Alec notices.

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theeladydisdain  asked:

Obi-Wan/Padme, “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.”

“I can’t do that,” Padmé says, face thin with grief. “I can’t trust even you for long enough to close my eyes, Obi-Wan.”

It hurts him, to see her like this - to know that he was part of the cause. But Anakin could never be allowed to know the truth, and if Padmé knew the truth, Anakin would sense the insincerity of her grief, and would know it all for a lie.

So they had to lie to her, too. They had to run, to flee like cowards. For fifteen long years, they have been hiding beneath notice, hiding on the very fringes of the galaxy, beyond Imperial-formerly-Republic space and into the furthest reaches, such as Obi-Wan had thought never to see again.

Stewjon had changed little from what dim memories he still had, and he had not been sorry to leave it once more.

Padmé’s mouth goes tight, and then soft, and Obi-Wan wonders if leaving her alive and unguarded makes a cruel man of him. He knew that Anakin would look for her, knew that Anakin would find her.

Knew that Anakin would push for her to sit in the Imperial Senate, a mockery of everything she loves and holds dear, a reminder of all that is lost to her. 

“Please, Padmé,” he says gently, stepping a little closer, closer than is appropriate given the formality that has always stifled their relationship, except Before. “Just this one moment. That is all I can ask, I know.”

She watches him - so hard that he wonders, as he so often has, if she is not at least aware of the Force, even if she cannot manipulate it, because she always seems to know his thoughts. She could always see him with greater clarity than anyone save, sometimes, Qui-Gonn. 

And then she closes her eyes, quietly, as if part of a negotiation, never a surrender.

Her hands look smaller than he remembers, fingers spindling and tired looking, but he thinks that he has the key to restoring some of her vitality in his keeping.

“I have a gift for you,” he says, “and you will be angry with me, but I swear to you, I did this only to save them.”

Luke’s hand is bigger than Leia’s, as big as Padmé’s, and there is a scar over his knuckles that is not matched on Leia’s hand, because Leia learned quicker than Luke not to try and block a lightsaber with anything but another lightsaber, and Obi-Wan had only just managed to draw away in time to keep from severing Luke’s fingers.

“I will never forgive you for this,” Padmé promises him, enveloped in a pocket of shadow that will keep Anakin from noticing them - Obi-Wan suspects that Anakin trusts in Padmé, at least enough to keep from trailing her with the Force at all times, but it is better to be safe than sorry. “But thank you, Ben. I cannot ever thank you enough.”

Luke looks back to Obi-Wan with Anakin’s eyes, uncertain and maybe a little afraid, but Leia looks forward to Padmé, more like a Queen Obi-Wan once knew than the parentless padawan she has been raised as.

“I had to choose between you and them,” he says, a hand on Leia’s shoulder, a hand on Luke’s. “I don’t think you would have ever forgiven me if I had made any other choice. He would have known, Padmé.”

Her eyes, still closed, are edged now with tears - her heavy eye make-up is softening and starting to run, just a little, and the sudden unleashing of her grief makes the children each cry out in pain. They are unused to such a lack of control, and Obi-Wan thinks it best not to shield them from this. Better they understand just how much their absence has hurt their mother.

“He will know now,” she says, trembling hands lifting and finding Luke’s face (like Anakin’s, Before) and Leia’s (like Padmé’s, Then). There are strange markings tattooed into her arms, like tribal brands or gang tags, and Obi-Wan wonders just what sort of fate he abandoned her to when he stole the twins away and ran. He cannot regret it, cannot afford to do so, but he is sorry for it.

His sorrow is meaningless, and he knows that, but saving the twins might go some way toward atoning for his sins.

“He will know now,” Padmé says, drawing the twins close, away from Obi-Wan, “because you are going to finish what you started fifteen years ago, on Mustafar.”

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The signs as things my sister has yelled at my dog
  • Sagittarius: sometimes you're cute, but sometimes I just want to rIP YOUR HEAD OFF.
  • Pisces: aww yes come near me, come near me if yOU WANT TO DIE.
  • *This was inspired by things I've yelled at my cat KITTEN EDITION*
Prompt 11: a night with no stars

Title: the brightest star
Prompt: 11 – a night with no stars
Summary: In which Sakura worries and Sasuke reassures.

notes: Imma finish what I started believe it.

“Well, it’s finally happened.” Sakura sighs as she sensed his presence. “Tsunade-sama has retired from Konoha General.”

Her gaze is focused forward and down the village. It looked lively even at this late an hour from where they are perched up the Hokage Mountain. Sasuke watches her at the corner of his eyes where he sat carefully beside her. Her eyes are dull even as she stared down at the lively village the way she they do when something is bothering her.

“Never thought I’d see the day.” she muttered before taking a swig from the bottle of sake she’s brought.

Sasuke stays silent even after he took a swig from the bottle himself after she offered him.

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so yeah 

people always go on about how nico’s the ghost king and the ambassador of Pluto

but do we all just forget that he’s the adviser of Hades

because im pretty sure that is a big fucking deal 

like Hades is a fucking god, one of the most powerful gods in existance


are we all just ignoring this or?

i swear to fuck, Nico is so fucking smart and powerful, fucking people in pjo/hoo are so stupid sometimes i cannot even

Fic: Fearlessly ... and Forever (1/2)

Part I: Fearlessly

Summary: Sometimes it’s so easy, you don’t even realize what is happening until it has already happened.

A/N: So, since there is an Original Song rewatch going on this weekend, I decided that I needed to write some early Klaine. They had a lovely beginning. And writing early!Klaine fic again gave me a lot of feelings, so this is … fluffy. Part I (Fearlessly) is pre-OS, part II (and Forever) will be posted tomorrow and is set after OS. Have a lovely rewatch!

From the beginning, there is something about Kurt that Blaine can’t quite put into words, something he doesn’t understand but feels almost instinctively.

Making friends has always been easy for him, he genuinely likes most people and likes surrounding himself with people, and even those assholes at his old school hadn’t been able to change that. It had taken him no time at all to arrive at Dalton, find his place in the Warblers, to be invited to their weekend hangouts and secret on-campus parties and have people stop to chat with him in the hallways.

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I don’t think you guys understand just how much I love APH ENgland. ;u; 

Like, he’s just the cutest thing, I swear! 

Look at him!


I just love him in every way, shape, and form. ;u;

He can be sexy and savvy ;w;

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Next, Part 2

Part 1 is here.

Abbie showers while Crane is making breakfast, and for the first few minutes it’s the same sensory delight everything has been since she got her body back—hot water on her skin, steamy air filling her nostrils—but then the memories of the Underworld come flooding back. At the time they’d been just the vaguest hints, little more than a sense that she or someone much like her had lived before, and fought alongside someone much like Crane. But now the memories come freighted with detail and emotion—back to back and terrified, facing down demons in a rocky desert, a night of shared passion in an olive grove, presiding together over a sunrise ceremony in stone circle, filled with a desperate and defiant hope…

Who is she? What are they? She misses the simple days when the answers had been in George Washington’s Bible.

She laughs at the absurdity of it. Somehow it’s enough to bring her back to the present moment, and she can take simple pleasure in drying off with a plush, clean-smelling towel and in the mouth-watering aroma of frying bacon pervading the air once she steps out of the bathroom.

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