i think it was yesterday. it was probably yesterday

ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ Iwa Sketchpage! Pick/Tag your fav. Mine’s bottom left corner for some reason.

Six Years and Seven Days

This is pretending that Bellamy could hear Clarke talking all those years, she just can’t hear him responding, and that the ship at the end is them coming back to Earth. 

So…pain. 


Day Three

“Bellamy…are you up there? Are you alive? Is anyone alive?”

Static.

“I only woke up yesterday. At least, I think it was yesterday. I barely made it into the bunker in time, but I made it. And the computer says it’s been three days since the radiation hit, and I was so hungry I thought I might die. Please tell me you didn’t die.”

Silence.

“Bellamy, my mom was right. In a way. My face is disgusting, covered in boils. You’d be laughing at me…probably. Because she was right but so were you. I’m not dead Bellamy. I hope you aren’t either.”

His fingers slammed on the respond button, pushing it down to the point of it feeling like it would crack from the pressure.

“I’m not dead, Clarke. I’m not dead.”

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Wednesday and Amelia are officially owners of their very own townhouse! 💛🌱

I’ve been working! I mean, screaming! I mean- WHAT’S THE DIFFERENCE.

Anxiety from doing A Dumb Thing today kept me from sleeping despite not getting any sleep the previous night, so I’m doing this. May as well make the nerves be productive if they’re going to ruin things as usual. Doesn’t help that I’m about to begin day 5 out of a 7 day stretch at mind-numbing day job. People are burning up my brain with nonstop chatter: I just want to be left alone to work on this so I can finally get on with things.

Only on the second eagle illustration. And as usual, I have not yet started on the ever important bird portion of it. So. Slow.

#NOTCLICKBAIT

Hey guys! I finally sat down and I feel like I could actually put some coherent thought into a sentence. 

Yesterday was awesome~ Just gotta say that right off the bat. It was so cool. I never actually thought I’d be picked for a call, especially not first! I was pretty shocked when skype started to ring. I’m so glad that this was something they decided to do. I think it was a great idea to interact with the community more. 

They were all so nice and it was fun talking to them. I hope I have a chance to talk to them all again in the future. I was also really glad I got to tell Mark that I’m also from Cincinnati! And so the Skyline, Goldstar discourse continues lol

I feel very lucky to have gotten a few minutes to talk, it’s more than a lot of people get so I really appreciate that. Thanks Ethan for saying I was nice cause I was really unsure of how I came off lol And thanks to Tyler for laughing at the silly things I said.

Also Amy mentioning my blog later in the stream to Mark! That was so awesome of her! Like wow! I know I’ve said that on my other social media but that was really cool, thank you~

I’ve been here for a long time, over 2 years now and I’ve been watching Mark for just a little bit longer. I’m so happy to be a part of this community and I’m so happy that I get to make things and get creative. Just thank you all so much for being here and following my blog for all this time. And thanks for tolerating me talking about the game all the time. It is coming, don’t worry~ 

I’m getting rambly so I’ll leave this here. Thank you Mark for inspiring me to make things and thanks to all of you (team markiplier) for talking to me yesterday~

Also if any of you want to see the part where I get called on skype, you can see it here~

-Laura

Obedience vs control

Everyone who’s into hypnosis is obsessed with the idea of obedience - we’ve all been told a thousand times that obedience is pleasure and pleasure is obedience. But if you think about it, obedience doesn’t really mean anything. You don’t need to be hypnotised to follow instructions, you can do that any time. If someone tells you to do something, and you accept it and willingly obey, all you’re showing is that you enjoy being told what to do by that person. You’re not being controlled, you’re not their slave or anything, you’re just doing as you’re told. 

I still enjoy being told what to do by someone who’s hypnotised me, but only really because they always make me enjoy it. 

Actual control is something very different. The reason I’m writing this post is because of an experience I recently had with a hypnotist that made me really think about the difference, so I’ll use that experience as an example.

This hypnotist has been playing with me for a couple of weeks, and it’s been a lot of fun. I’ve been responding pretty well to him. But until yesterday, I’d still felt I was in the “obedience” mode - just following his instructions. When I was in the shower yesterday, I started playing with myself. I just kind of noticed myself doing it. I looked down and saw my hand between my legs. I didn’t know why I was doing it but like… I didn’t even try to think about it. It’s a sensation that’s very difficult to describe. It wasn’t weird to me that I hadn’t decided to do this. I was just touching myself because… I was. I was probably going for a couple of minutes before I suddenly remembered that I’d been hypnotised to do this. I suddenly realised I’d gone from just following instructions to actually being controlled. Obedience to an order is a concious decision even if you’ve been told to always make the decision to accept. This was different, my concious mind had no say in this. I wasn’t doing it because I was told to, I was doing it because I was made to. 

That’s the difference between obedience and control. You can experience obedience without hypnosis. You have to be hypnotised to experience control.

anonymous asked:

Yesterday he had to do the pap walk to confirm the relationship with Eleanor and something went wrong, he's been on the edge for years, especially after these last two years, so doing a pap walk yesterday probably put MORE stress on him and when he saw the pap getting close to them or when he noticed the pap provoking him, he just snapped. And I don't blame him. I don't think he snapped for eleanor, like some articles want us to believe, he snapped because he's had enough.

Yeah I agree it seems like this was the straw the broke the camels back.

I don’t give a shit about the arrest my only concern right now is him and his mental health and I want to kick the ass of every single syco and Sony employee responsible for driving him to this point

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Some screen caps from Chop Suey. Truth be told, though I knew about Ian Svenonius’ involvement back when I got the game, I’d forgotten about it over the years. (I mean, I hadn’t played the game or seen anything about it since, probably, ‘99?) But as I was playing it yesterday, two things stood out to me. Dooner–pictured in the third screen cap from the top–and the beatnik fireflies, pictured fifth from the top. Yesterday, I looked at Dooner and thought: “Oh wow, look at that retro sorta-mod hipster boy, he looks like he should be listening to The Make*Up or something.” (Side note: I totally had a vague sort-of crush on Dooner when I played the game at age 13-15, I remember thinking, god, I wanna meet a boy like that. Reader, I met many boys like that, and most of them were disappointing.) And then, as I clicked on the beatnik fireflies, I recognized the voice of the one who said crazy. I thought: “I am 99% certain that is none other than Ian F. Svenonius.” I remembered that Brendan Canty had done the music, and that Theresa Duncan had been part of the DC punk scene, so I thought it was certainly probable. And then, while watching the credits at the end of the game, I saw that Ian was the fucking illustrator! Like I said, I’d forgotten, and I laughed when I saw his name there. It’s kind of funny and awesome when I think about the fact that Ian S. and stuff he’s made or been part of making has been an important part of my life for well over two decades, now.

Episode 87, part 1: did you know one of my favourite things about DSOD is that Jounouchi doesn’t duel in it? No reason.

Jounouchi is facing Rishid in a duel of deceit (and cards); Rishid is pretending to be Malik and Jounouchi is pretending to be someone who can play this fucking card game 

You sure did, hon.

Things aren’t looking good for Jounouchi; he’s facing Rishid’s creepy snake-monsters summoned from Trap cards, and he doesn’t have anything to protect himself with except his Scapegoats, or squishy-sleep-sheep as I like to call them.

Uh-oh! The squishy-sleep-sheep have dissolved! 

… Okay is NO ONE even glancing behind them, like this is SO BLATANT I feel embarrassment on behalf of Malik for being so cocky and brazen and foolish that he thought that this would work AND IT IS WORKING

Speaking of embarrassing overconfident megalomaniacs

… I feel like this is the result of living in an environment where usually when he says something he thinks is a really sick burn, the reactions are “Excellent burn, Mr Kaiba Sir, pls don’t fire me” and “haha good one Big Brother and I should know, I’m a 10-year-old!”

Anyway, Jounouchi’s about to give up, which I was very excited about, until someone had to be a RUINER and convince him to keep fighting and that person was Mai and dammit she’s too gorgeous to stay mad at. She invokes the duelists Jounouchi defeated to get to the finals:

“That depends, are we talking about Haga, who cheats a lot and runs away from consequences? Or Esper Roba, who also cheated a lot and had a meltdown when he started losing? Or maybe Mako, who panicked when he started losing and tried to give up? Cause my answer is either ‘start cheating’ or ‘cry and give up’ and I’m getting the impression from your tone that that’s not what you want??”

Seriously talk about worst examples ever.

Shizuka also decides to get in on the Platitudes That Don’t Align With Reality party

at WHAT?

Even if we take the assumption - and it’s a wrenching one - that “playing card games really intensely instead of going to school or getting a real job” counts are “working hard”. Even then. I’m extremely dubious that Jounouchi has actually worked hard at any point except, like, once it gets past halfway point in a duel.

… The Shizuka+Jounouchi stuff is usually super cute but that’s a liiiiiitle codependent there honey

Everyone in this show needs therapy.

For example!

This is some Grade A childhood trauma tbh and we are only BOARDING the Trauma Train for the Ishtar siblings….!

“We lived in oppressive crushing darkness, of course, but the metaphorical light to live. As a second-class sibling. With only some beatings.”

#AU-where-Momma-Ishtar-lives #and-the-Ishtars-are-well-adjusted  #and-emotionally-healthy  #so-Battle-City-is-just-Kaiba-duelling-Atem  #and-then-some-hot-Egyptians-show-up  #and-give-Atem-some-cards  #and-everyone-goes-sightseeing 

But I get ahead of myself. Rishid asks Jounouchi why he’s dueling in this tournament and Jounouchi thinks of how Yugi and Yami are minding Red Eyes for him and says:

Which is ALARMING because that happened AFTER you signed up for the damn tournament and that was only, like, YESTERDAY, so, like, did you HAVE a reason for entering? Do you remember what it was?

And then he’s like, anyway, if I give up…

Um, I don’t think Ryota would care? You met Esper Roba fucking yesterday so he probably also doesn’t care? And who fucking cares whether Haga cares or not??

This is such a weird angle for me. Tellingly, it doesn’t come up with Yami, who dueled against a series of literal murderers! Some of whom are dead now anyway!

They in fact did not, young man. Certainly not nobly.

But whatever.

Okay at this point Yami has gotten interested and decides he wants to be part of the 5-way shouting match that’s happening across and around the duel arena, so he ASKS YUGI’S PERMISSION TO TAKE OVER FOR A BIT

AHHHHH THEY’RE SO CUTE AND YAMI’S SO RESPECTFUL OF YUGI’S BODILY AUTONOMY YESSS #consentissexy

But then weirdly, this is his contribution:

Which is a super sweet callback to a moment Jounouchi had with YUGI, not Yami. Jeez, no wonder Jounouchi’s fucking confused about who he’s promised to duel. Maybe they’re deliberately trolling him?

At this point, they deign to proceed with the actual fucking card game, and Jounouchi pulls off a great combo: deliberately discarding a card…

and retrieving it with Graverobber to bypass sacrificing to summon!

Who does he choose?

the Trap Deck’s worst nightmare: Janky Jinzo

Who promptly destroys all the snake-abominations, thank christ

And then Jounouchi just has to make it weird again.

OMFG GIVE IT BACK THEN

“haha good one Big Brother and I should know, I’m a 10-year-old!”

Bathroom Boy - Fred Weasley Imagine

-Requested-

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Hello could you do a Fred Weasley x reader or use my name (Jess) where Fred refuses to play pranks on the reader and George catches on to why and pulls pranks on the both of them to get them together lots of fluff please and can the reader (Jess) be in Gryffindor please? Thanks in advance
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Hey,could you do some Fred x reader,in which he runs into the girl bathroom(could be the prefects bathroom,‘cause you know maybe the marauders map told him the password or something)and then he listen to the reader singing in the shower,and he’s concentrating so much in the singing that he forgets to leave?i know it may be quite difficult LOVE your blog btw❤️❤️❤️
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A/n: Finally posting a story after a long period of time! I’m sorry to every single one of my followers for not posting in while. Hopefully, I’ll be able to post another imagine Tuesday just for you guys!

I decided to combine these imagines to spice things up like that salt guy from the Internet. Hope you like it.

(P.s. I know Adele wasn’t a thing back in this time but I love this song so, please excuse me. Also, the reader was singing this song just for Fred.)

-Fred Weasley’s POV-

“I’m bored”

“What do you want to do?” I ask my twin brother. It was Christmas break and we stayed here at Hogwarts as our parents went to Romania to visit our brother Charlie. Christmas at Hogwarts is definitely magical yet as the years pass Christmas is the same every year. We were in our dormitory, I looked out our window watching the snow fall onto the grounds of the school.

“Let’s prank someone!” George says out of nowhere, we really hadn’t had the time to prank someone due to exams but since it’s break. Why not?

“Let’s put a box of fever fudge in Filch’s office!”

“Can’t. Mcgonagall caught us last time for that one, she’ll know it’s us.” I remind him.

“Hmm… Snape? Puking pastilles?” He suggested.

“I don’t feel like hiding for my life”

“Oo! I know! That girl in our transfiguration class, Katie’s partner. I forgot her name.”

“(Y/n) (Y/l/n)” I said immediately regretting it.

“You know her?”

“Well, not really. We just have classes together, that’s all.”

“I reckon you’re not telling me the truth mate.”

“I am! I hardly know her.” That was a complete lie and George knows it. (Y/n) (Y/l/n) is the most beautifulest girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Her laugh and her smile makes me all warm and makes me act like a complete idiot around her. She’s kind, loving, smart and I know how cliche I sound but it’s true.

She always puts everyone else’s needs first. She never lets anyone give her crap and she stands up for what she believes in, I remember that one time when Malfoy called Hermione a Mudblood. (Y/n) was so mad, she bewitched him by using the petrificus totalus spell and kicked dirt in his face. I fell for her even more that day but I don’t really know if she knows that I exist.

Yes, we have classes together but does she know me? We look at each other sometimes, pass smiles, send waves but there’s a question that nags me all the time, if I don’t find the answer soon, I feel like I’ll never find it. Does she like me too? I know that yes could possibly be an impossible answer but what if that slight chance of possibly comes true.

“Besides the fact that you’re lying to me, we should prank her. She stayed this break. We s-”

“No, I’m not going to prank her” I told him. George smirked and pushed himself up off the bed.

“What is it that your hiding brother?” His voice laced with the sound of amusement.

“Nothing” I say calmly trying to hide the fact that I’m obviously lying. I stand as his smirking figure makes me uncomfortable “Stop it, bloke”

“Whether your willing or not, I will find out!” He says as I leave the room, I roll my eyes.

“Sure you will!”

~The Next Day~

“Hey mate” The voice of George entering my ears. I was extremely cautious all day yesterday since his little remark. I’ve kept to myself but right now he seems normal. No smirk, no devilish glint in his eyes. Just a normal George Weasley. “I brought you this butterbeer from Hogsmead, I was just there with Lee” he grinned passing me the cup.

“Thanks” I say, I look in the cup as if expecting something to jump out of it.

“Well aren’t you going to drink it?” I look up at him.

“Why should I?”

“Because it’s your favorite and I got it just for you. Honestly mate, do you think I poisoned it or something?” He was right, I was just overreacting. I took a large gulp from it then I felt this strange feeling overcome me.

“How do you feel?” He asks

“Unsure.” I say without even thinking as if I didn’t have any control.

“Why?”

“Because I know you’re up to something” Then I realized what he’s done. He put Veritaserum in my butterbeer to make me tell the truth. He was grinning widely, I stood up and ran as far away as I could from him.

“Fred wait! I still have questions!” I heard George say but I kept running. I ran to the nearest door but it was locked. The next one locked but the one at the end of the hall was open. I sneak in and close the door quietly but I freeze in place as I hear the water running. I turn around and realize, from all of the surroundings, that I was in the prefects bathroom. I put my hand on the knob and was about to twist it but I heard footsteps.

“Fred! Come on! I stole that batch from Snape’s cabinets and I don’t want to do it again.” I walk away from the door silently but from every step I take the more closer and closer the sound of water running gets closer.

“Everybody loves the things you do
From the way you talk
To the way you move
Everybody here is watching you
'Cause you feel like home
You’re like a dream come true”

I knew instantly that it was her. Her angelic voice filling the bathroom, I remember her voice because I would often her hear hum or sing before class would start. I get closer to the showers to hear her voice more clearly.

“But if by chance you’re here alone
Can I have a moment
Before I go?
'Cause I’ve been by myself all night long
Hoping you’re someone I used to know”

I stood there listening as if I were in a trance, it was hard to move away.

“Let me photograph you in this light
In case it is the last time
That we might be exactly like we were
Before we realized
We were sad of getting old
It made us restless
Oh, I’m so mad I’m getting old
It makes me reckless
It was just like a movie
It was just like song
When we were young”

The water stopped running and the curtain opened.

“Fred!” She screamed holding her towel against her chest.

~(Y/n)’s POV~

“When we were young” I stopped singing as I turned the water knob to stop the water. I grabbed my towel off the railing and wrapped it around my body. I grabbed the curtain and moved it aside.

“Fred!” I screamed holding my towel tightly against my chest.

“I- I’m sorry.” He stuttered

“What are you doing in here?” I asked slipping on my slippers. I actually wasn’t uncomfortable at all, I trust Fred although I’ve never really met him fully. He seems nice, I have him for mostly all my classes.

“I’m hiding from my brother.” He says quickly as if willing. I smile due to him sounding like a child.

“I’m sorry if you heard me.” I whisper picking up my clothes “I know I’m not very good at singing.”

“Are you mad? You’re amazing” he said, I look at him and I can’t help but smile widely.

“Really?” I ask. He nods his head rapidly, he seems to be staring at me quite intently. I just realized that we’ve been having a conversation while I was wearing nothing but a towel making me chuckle to myself that it’s actually happening.

“What are you looking at?” I joke.

“You”

“Why?” I can’t help but ask quickly without thinking.

“Because your beautiful” I smile at him.

“Um…” I try to hide the blush that’s rushing up to my cheeks. “Can you leave so I can change? It’s kinda getting cold in here” I laugh briefly.

“Oh, sorry. Sorry. I’ll just leave” he said while walking backwards, I wave slightly but laugh as he bumps into the wall. He says bye and then quickly disappears behind the door. I smile to myself as I change into my clothes. Fred is something else and I like that.

~The Next Day~

~Fred’s POV~

“I can’t believe you did that to me” I mumbled to George as I played with my porridge.

“What? Me?” He acted shocked “I was trying to get the truth but you choose to take the hard way”

“I could have told you without you putting Veritaserum in my butterbeer!”

“Well, I didn’t know that you were going to run into the prefects bathroom with that serum in your system. Well, you told her all that good things that you like about her right?” He said innocently.

“Yeah but what if she asked me if I liked her? Then she would probably think that I’m some weirdo listening to her shower.” George shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey, bathroom boy.” I turn my head to the side to see (Y/n) smiling down to me. She sits besides me and begins to eat. George stands up giving me a smirk before actually walking away.

“I’m really really sorry about yesterday”

“Don’t worry about it. At least I got a compliment out of it.”

“You’re a really good singer, you should join Choir”

“No, I don’t sing well.”

“Yeah, you do”

“How do I know if you aren’t lying to me?”

“Remember yesterday when I told you that you were a good singer.” She nodded “I wasn’t lying. My brother gave me Veritaserum”

“Is that why you were hiding from your brother?” She smiles.

“Yeah but your should join.”

“I might but I- Ah!” She screamed and I yelled as cold liquid fell on top of us. I open my eyes to see bright red paint all over me and (Y/n).

“Oh my god” she said and then out of nowhere she laughed. Glitter gold and black fell to top it off.

“George!” I yell.

“It wasn’t me mate” he said innocently but I knew that he was lying. I was about to kill him but I was distracted by her laugh. It was filled with such joy, it made me start laughing. Soon, after we both got cleaned off we sat in front of the fire in the common room.

“When we were in the bathroom and I asked you why you were staring at me… Did you really mean it when you called me beautiful?” She whispered looking at me

“Of course I did” but before I knew it she kissed me. I cupped her face and brought her closer. She wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened the kiss. We pulled back after a few seconds when we were out of breath.

“I love you”

“I love you too, Weasley”

~~Kristian

(It’s been a while since I’ve ended an imagine with I love you)

“I think that you‘re sick“

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You dragged your body into the train and plopped down onto one of the many empty seats. The whole train was quite hollow that day, since there was no one other than you and a guy sitting four rows across from you leaning against the glass with his hood almost covering his whole face. He seemed to be listening to music as well judging by his earphones wires sticking out, nothing strange. At least that‘s what you thought. For some reason he was staring at you for the whole train ride. Maybe it was your Twenty One Pilots shirt? Maybe he was a serial killer? However, you quickly forgot about it as the next day approaches. 

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Internet Famous: Part 12

Fandom: Star Wars (Modern AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

Summary: Poe and Reader are friends who came together and started a youtube channel for fun. 1 million subscribers later, they’re now internet famous. Their friendship has thrived, however, all of their fans can obviously see that Poe and Reader aren’t just friends.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11

A/N: I meant to post this yesterday…oops. 


Honestly, the whole unofficial family reunion thing was okay. There was hardly any family drama. Your relatives were too caught up in your relationship with Poe to even care for family drama. It was such a nice feeling. 

You and Poe were helping your mom clean up the place and wrap up all the food.

“Well, now you two are going to have to eat as much of this as possible tomorrow.”

“That won’t be a problem, mom. Poe is always hungry.” You patted him on his stomach, “I still don’t understand how you could stay so fit.”

Poe shrugged with a smirk, “The Gods have blessed me with a beautiful chiseled body.”

You scoffed, “Alright ‘chiseled body’, go help Zoe and Mason clean the living room. I have to talk to my mom.”

“You got it, princess.” Poe kissed your head and went into the other room.

“Is something wrong, Y/N?” Your mom asked as she was moving her spaghetti onto a smaller plate.

“Nothing’s wrong. Tomorrow’s Poe’s birthday and I was wondering what I should do. Of course I had plans, but I didn’t expect to come here. Poe doesn’t really care much for his birthday so I’m trying to figure out what to do.”

“Why don’t you two have a picnic at that park you went to often?”

You thought about what she was talking about, “Oh yeah! The one with big pond! That’s perfect!” You kissed her on the cheek, “Thanks, mom!”

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i found out it was Bakugou’s birthday yesterday and i had to draw something

happy birthday you angry bastard