i want this on my blog k


Okay so I’ve been working on this video of the accent for a W H O L E W E E K. I’m sick of it, I’m serious. And at the same time, I love it. It has about 200 different frames and believe me I was so nervous when I did the recording xD Why dii I make a video? Cuz I wanted to, I thought it would be more entertained and funny.

So yeah, you have my crappy voice paired with crappy memes. 

And let me explain, why does it only have 7 questions and over 4-5 minutes? Well, Tumblr has a limit of a 5 minute video per day, so I’ll upload the second part tomorrow! Yay! I would also loved to make more jokes and shit in Spanish, but you know, I’m tired and I want to forget this hell of a week omg.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this video as much as I have to make it! Wait for the one of tomorrow, though ;)

(I thank @ask-demon-denmark for dealing with me in this hard moments)

Btw, I hate rendering, bye.

Me waiting for the video to render hahahahhbfjsibshdfjohsijo


Doods of wolf shifter Kiri and veterinarian Bakugou? I wonder how come the non-human one is always Kirishima when I draw this sort of AUs…



Comic practise with one of my fav scenes! I wanted to make an animatic but I ein’t too good with those, I’m not the greatest with comics either but I sure felt like trying. I learnt a lot, and hope others enjoy the visual adventure that is my struggle fused with the adventure zone.

Also yes I know that the square buildings turn into domes on the way because I frogot that there were a bunch of domes on the moon like a doofus. I would edit it- but uhm. This took like a week (it took way longer than a week because I procrastinated a bunch but you don’t know that so I can say it was a week (wait)) and I’m kinda tired. Maybe later.

Hope y’all have a fun time

anonymous asked:

About that cosplay you posted. How do you keep your boobies so perfectly in place? Hope this doesnt come off as weird but as a fellow cosplayers im really curious

i used handy dandy tape! in my 2016 anime expo photoshoot i was just using masking tape to hold up my bongos which is NOT SAFE for skin at all. so i suggest using tape that is meant for skin, like the sports kind. when i took it off at the end of the day, it ripped off some skin too;;; ouch. i was bruised and bleeding and it wasn’t fun. 

I also tried these breast lift and nipple covers but they weren’t that effective. 

anyways tape yourself up a bra but without the middle part. secure the tape on the bottom of your bosom and lift all the way past your collar bone. i even had pieces going around the back of my neck for extra security. its esp hard when you have big and heavy boobies like me. it looked something like kim k here:

and then to keep the jacket secured to my chest, i used double sided tape that IS meant for the bodies (usually for low cut dresses)

this is the brand i use! 

hope that helps for anyone else planning to cosplay open-chested characters :)

go follow and ask questions on my cosplay blog i just started if you want more ! i won’t be posting cosplay stuff here anymore

KM unsolved: JK’s sleeping pattern.

To give you, human that is reading this, a brief introduction of my point of view on Jimin’s and Jungkook’s relationship, I’m going to admit that I do think that the possibility of them actually being a real life couple is quiet high and honestly, pretty likely. That being said, I also want to clarify that this is only my opinion and I’m in no way or shape trying to make it sound like a fact, because the sad truth is:

I don’t personally know BTS (I have seen them live and at like 5 meters away from me but I haven’t stablished a conversation with them or anything like that), I don’t know what they’re like when the cameras are off, also I am not related to anyone who is close to BTS and I don’t live or work with them (sadly).

So, since I like to keep my mind open to basically everything, the possibilities are endless, for example: maybe Jimin is in a relationship with another boy, a girl, maybe he’s single, etc… But in the end I have no idea, so please take this as an opinion, not as me trying to make things sound like facts. 

Also, I’m want to clarify that I’m not assuming anybody’s sexuality, as I said, this is an opinion based on the things I’ve seen, but if I’m wrong (or right)  I’m not going to reject BTS, bully them or basically force them to come out.

Those very important things being clear are important, so now I can start with my thoughts on why Jungkook sleeping with Jimin is…Well, something that catches my attention more than it should… I guess…

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made by the wonderful birthday girl @nicotinc! thank you for putting her up for download, I’m in love. I also gave her a few more freckles, cause I love me some freckles. I can also finally change my icon that I’ve had since December oops

anonymous asked:

hi i saw your workout post um what workout would u reccomend to get a kpop idols body such as nana sooyoung goo hara hyorin hyuna etc i know i cant get there exact bodys but what would u reccomend lol a body like good waist thin but toned legs etc like a skinny toned body i know its kind of a weird question lol and sorry if my english is bad im from brazil ps love your blog you just scored a new follower

I’ve answered popular kpop diets here and you could see a general trend of idols eating similar foods that you could incorporate and adjust to your meals!

And I found some workout and diet advice from female idols on youtube:

Some are more helpful than others, but they all give good motivation. And the ones without subtitles, you could get a general understanding and see the food and workouts. Good luck :-)

In bed with... Johnny


Anon: Helloooo~ thank you for the making out with Johnny it was 😍😭👌👏👏 and i kind of went ⚰ But now I came in to ask if you please could do “in bed with… Johnny” too (i love killing my friend 😊) Thaanks in advance! ❤ Ps i still worship your blog

Everyone is so thirsty over Johnny I’m S H O O K but then again i really understand lol. Please don’t expect something like Hansol’s though, that was freaky as fuck and it was a special thing for my bIAS BECAUSE THERE’S NOTHING ON HIM AND I WANTED TO SWERVE PEOPLE

But yes, I hope y’all like it, this kind of style is going to be what the rest of them are like, smutty but not too explicit💟💟💟pls tell me if there are any typos bc i never proof read these and y’all are sometimes too nice you don’t tell me

In bed with… series:

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have 3 gifs of johnny bc he slayed this era and well yes it is johnny so treat yourself sorry this is actually crap thoough

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Safety Disclaimer

I don’t want to put a disclaimer on every. single. post. So here’s a collective one:

  1. Know how to be safe with fire.
  2. Know how to ward and protect before using magic or working with spirits.
  3. Know how to cleanse before using magic or working with spirits. 
  4. Don’t take everything you read as fact; do research of your own.
  5. Get a basic knowledge of herbal medicine and botany before witching. Don’t ingest herbs you know nothing about. Don’t ingest herbs that may mess up the effects of your medication. Learn about dem plants.
  6. Don’t put magical concoctions in people’s food or anywhere near them if you don’t know about all their allergies/intolerances.
  7. Don’t bury non-biodegradable things in unsafe places.
  8. Don’t pour salt on plants, yo.
  9. Magic can ease mental illness and physical problems, for sure, but it is not a substitute for a trained professional.
  10. Be aware of laws that affect you.

It’s not my responsibility to teach you these things, in all honesty. 

This is my blog. I’m putting out the information that I want to. Y’all’d’ve gotsa use your brains.

Last updated July 14, 2017

Care For You (End)

Slight!Steve x Reader, Billy Hargrove x Reader

Summary: Every time he takes care of her, she runs away. 


Word Count: 800+

Originally posted by dacremontgomery


“Honey!” she shouts from their bedroom bathroom as she applies the last touches to her makeup. “Can you grab my coat?” The class of 84’ reunion was tonight and she was more than a little excited to see all her old high school friends.

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WORDS: 3 K +

A/N: I’ve been wanting to write for the characters of the losers club/the AV club for a while now, and so I finally created this blog. I hope you guys enjoy! (Side note: I am 16 years old, and though I won’t ever sexualize the character by writing smut, I write them as canon-however, as anon hate seems to be popular on my blogs, especially kingpennywrites, I will delete any hate on this page as this blog is just meant for me to have fun and write for characters I love.) 


“Don’t call me that!” You scoffed, looking back at the school board. Not knowing where to lay your eyes, you dragged them over the countless activities that were posted since last week. Your mom’s words of insistence repeating in your head, you need to participate in your school! Join a club! Sport! Anything! You wished to look at anything but who was standing beside you and for no reason at all. You knew he didn’t have any business or any interest in joining a club, much less a sport. 

“Oh come on, princess, they’re cute.” 

In embarrassment, you adjusted your glasses and glared over at Richie Tozier, who smirked. You noticed him glance down at your lips, which forced you to step away from the board. Hugging your books to your chest, your heart quickening as he raised his eyebrows. Curly black hair falling over his eyes in a thick mess, you looked down at the floor as to distract yourself from the thought of dragging your fingers through the waves. “What do you want, Tozier?” 

Richie bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling. He couldn’t admit, at least not yet, that he adored the way you never said his first name, but always called him by his last. It was refreshing and with a swift move off of his shoulder, which had been rested against the wall, he let out a breath. Shrugging as if not having a reason for interrupting your thoughts as soon as he saw you. ”Thought you looked lonely.” Which was a lie as he had been waiting for you to get ot school just to talk to you, not shy of following you through the halls and drag his friend, Eddie to do so as well all the while hearing his complaints. Go talk to her! Why are being such a wimp?? He would push him. 

Today, however, Tozier would finally ask you out. 

He could feel it, and he knew the perfect plan for tonight. 

Yet, though confidence moved his words out his mouth in a smirky tone, Richie couldn’t help but feel the overwhelming fleet of nervousness and anxiety flow through his bloodstream that you actually didn’t like him back. 

You let out a fake laugh. “Ha! Yeah, okay. So you come over here and call me four eyes?” 

“Everyone with glasses gets called four eyes.” He leaned closer to you, beginning to tease your offense. In a breath, he almost went to adjust his glasses, but then remembered that he had switched over to contacts when he started high school, hating how his old ones made his eyes look two times their size. 

Instead, he pushed back his hair. 

“Like you’d understand.” You then said cockily, drawing his gaze back to yours for a split second before the bell rang and you sighed. Spinning on your heels and escaping before Richie could say anything more. 

Your heart beating rapidly, you moved quickly to your classroom. Hoping you wouldn’t have to come into contact with Tozier for the rest of the day as you didn’t know whether or not you could emotionally handle the confrontation. What an asshole. You thought, trying to make yourself hate him.

Dressed in ripped baggy jeans that slid easily around your waist, you wore a black turtleneck that hugged your figure and was tucked into your jeans, your hair tied into a tight ponytail. Before sitting down, you brushed back a few loose strands behind your ear and stuck your pen in your mouth, pulling open your textbook to the current chapter and then wavering in your thoughts, pulling the pen from your teeth and proceeding to tap it against the pages that were covered in small text, too small for anyone to really read, you gazed up at the front of the room, the door just out of the corner of your eye, where you saw a figure pass by. Hesitating. 

Richie leaned his forehead on the red-painted lockers, his heart fluttering as he cursed at himself. “What are you doing here? What the hell do you think you’re doing?” He muttered, clutching the slung strap of his bag with white knuckles. Pushing himself back up, he passed the window to the class you were in once again, catching sight of you. His heart fluttered again and his stomach lurched. You were… Nothing like he had seen before. 

And he had seen plenty. Or so you thought. 

No, you were something else entirely-your hair bright and your eyes wide, glasses probably making them bigger, your clothes fitted just perfectly and your gaze hypnotic, Richie stepped back before anything happened and sped off down the hall towards Biology. 

Throughout the class and until the bell, your mind couldn’t rid the thought of Richie. You had secretly had a crush on him since Freshman year, not expecting him to stick with you until Junior year. However, there you were, sitting by the window–instead of listening to the grammatical structure that’s proper for the AP exam you had begun preparing for in May, you were thinking about a boy. And someone who was plain rude to you, rude to everyone for a matter of fact, his sick jokes and smart remarks making everyone have something to hate him for. Yet, you had a lot more to like him for, like the way he looked at you, catching you off guard from across the cafeteria, or the way he cornered you against the lockers. Standing so close that you could smell his cologne, and he your perfume. The perfume you had bought just so he’d notice, which he did. One day, the day after you purchased a new scent, Richie put his arm around you, stopping you so your back hit your locker and you looked up at him. Afraid he wouldn’t kiss you, or worse-he would. With his hand pressed against your locker, right above your head, he then scrunched his nose and turned his head to the side. “New perfume?” He then asked, which made you smile until you shook off the giggles and pushed past him. 

“What’s it matter to you?” You called back before disappearing. Leaving him standing next to your locker and pressing his jaw together in frustration. 

Pursing your lips, you scribbled in the last set of notes before the sharp ring of the bell sounded over the classroom and you were let out for the day. Hurrying to the bus without looking back, your backpack hit the small of your back as you ran up the stairs and breathed a sigh of relief with the bus doors closed. Watching out the window as Richie watched you from the tree right by your bus, words caught in his throat as he wished to talk to you before you left, and you wondered what he so badly wished to tell you. 

- One Week Later -

Richie walked downstairs to the phone. Taking out a sticky note with your number scribbled on it, his handwriting messy as he had pulled it from a phone book from his mom’s office–being that your moms were both friends, and one of the emergency contacts was listed as being your name. Or, your household name at least. And with a lump forming in his throat, Richie lifted his fingers to the dial. Hesitating. 

You were sitting on your bed, legs hanging in the air as you laid down on your stomach and flipped through your history book. Sticky notes scattered across the bed sheets and your glasses falling from the bridge of your nose, with exhaustion lining your breath, you began to see double lines. Head dropping slightly before you heard a ring come from downstairs, and you looked up from the 17th-century illustration. 

“Hello?” You heard your mom speak quietly, partly from the repercussions your dad tended to have on using the phone without permission. “Yes, she is. Who is this?” A long pause then commenced before your mom called up your name and you quickly hopped from the bed. Running downstairs, thinking that it was your friend, you were (pleasantly) disappointed when Richie’s voice came through. 

“This is Y/n.” You spoke into the phone. 

“Hey, babe.” Richie smiled at the end of the line. You could hear it in his voice, and leaning your back against the wall, you looked at your mom and nodded for her to go back to whatever she was doing. “So… I was thinking-”

“Oh, dear. You were thinking?” 

“Yes, indeed I was. And you know what I came up with?” 

“Hmmmmm…. Surprise me.” A grin pulled at your lips. 

“There’s a party going on at my buddy’s house tonight, wanna come?” 

“Why would I want to hang out with your buddy?” 

“Uh-No. Me.” 

“Richie, I was kidding.” His name slipped with a sigh, and you immediately felt your cheeks burn, hearing Richie’s breath hitch on the other line, you almost slammed the phone back and hung up. But he caught you before you could pull the phone away from your ear. 

“Yeah… Okay-Um,” he then cleared his throat. “I’ll pick you up? 5?” 

Your sight grazed the clock that was around the corner, which read 4:30, and you pushed out a rushed “Okay!” before hanging up the phone and running up the stairs in a fit of giggles. Was this a date? Did he like you? Like like you?? 

Dressing in a blue skirt and pink top, you draped a leather jacket over your shoulders and pulled your hair from the ponytail it was still pulled into, letting the waves fall over your shoulders. Fifteen minutes later, you spent the rest of the time dancing to your favorite songs while putting on minimal makeup, much different from what you saw teenagers of your age doing when you were in elementary and middle school, the 80s a time for pastels and bright make up, now you just put on pale pink lipstick and mascara. 

At 5 o’clock sharp, Richie knocked on the door. You heard it from your room, and calling to your mom, you beat her to the door. “I’m going out, see you guys later!”

“Wait! Where-” Your mom tried to catch you before the door shut, but she watched Richie take you by the hand and lead you down the stairs to his car from the window, her hands grasping the curtains. A moment later, your dad came upstairs and furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Where’s y/n going?”

“Oh-Just out with her friends.” Your mom shuffled past your dad, dismissing the fact that you were going out with a boy, nonetheless her friend’s boy, of which your dad didn’t like for his smug attitude. 

“Mhm.” Your dad watched your mom suspiciously, soon going back to whatever he was doing in the basement. 

The air flowing through your hair, music blasting on the radio as Richie occasionally glanced over to your side of the car, a smile on his face before he pulled up to a small house that was crowded by those who went to your school,  you didn’t realize that Richie had opened your door for you to step out until he cleared his throat and you looked up at him in shock. Chuckling, he then took your hand and helped you out. Your heart fluttered at the touch of his fingers sliding against yours and moving up to the house, nerves began to bunch in your stomach. 

“Heyyyy!” A group of girls all waved at Richie, girls you presumed all wanted to sleep with him, possibly at the same time, and girls who stared at you with evil intent in their eyes. Eyes that followed yours until Richie squeezed your hand, pulling you through the door to greet his friends. The house was full of flashing lights and smoke, throw up stains on the floor as well as people throwing up or either passed out on the floor, sometimes in their own vomit. You gagged slightly, bumping into Richie, who had halted. Looking over his shoulder, you then noticed a young man with close to the same hair color as Eddie, brown-same kind of curls as it had grown out, his hands to his chest as he yelled at people to get out of his way. 

When he saw the two of you, you could have sworn he rolled his eyes, and then reluctantly shot out your hand. You parted from Richie’s and shook it, hearing him call out his name over the loud music. “Eddie Kaspbrak!” As soon as he had shaken your hand, he retracted from your touch and pulled out a small bottle of sanitizer from his pocket. Rubbing the gel into his palms, you noticed how clean his clothes were and how not drunk he was. 

“Having fun yet, Edds?” Richie yelled. 

“I’m going to kick your ASS FOR DRAGGING ME HERE!”

“Oh come on! We’re gonna have some fun.” You contemplated whether or not Eddie already knew who you were due to Richie probably purposely forgetting to introduce the two of you, other than Eddie introducing himself. 

“And catch every STD known to man? Have fun with that!” This made Richie laugh, his arm wrapping around your shoulders. Pressed close to him, you felt yourself becoming overwhelmed, your blood pumping in your ears. Eddie looked at you and shoved his sanitizer back into his pocket, huffing. “Come on, Rich! Let’s get out of here.” 

“But we just got here!”

“I kinda wanna go. I don’t know if this is really where… I should be.” Pushing yourself onto your toes, you whispered in Richie’s ear, and he then looked down at you. His breath hitting your face before he nodded a small okay. 

Rushing outside, Eddie sucked in a loud sigh of relief when he was clear from anyone. Exasperating a shiver, he pretended to gag until you got to the car. He had driven on his own, but leaning against your door as you sat, Eddie watched you carefully. “I’ve seen you around the school, haven’t I.” 


“Didn’t take you as the party type.”

“I’m not.” 

“Then you’re perfect, take the bolts from this loser’s fucking head and screw them back in, this time correctly.” Richie got in the car, rolling his eyes at Eddie, who shrugged. Getting off of the car and waving at you. “Don’t do anything stupid tonight, children!” He laughed, turning to go to his car. He wouldn’t go home, as he would probably roam the town and park to watch the stars, not wanting to go back to his mom. 

Turning to Richie when the house had cleared from your sight, you pressed your lips together. He noticed your gaze and reached over, grabbing your hand. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what?”

“Taking you to that dump.”

“It’s okay, Tozier.” 

He smiled. “Where do you wanna go?”

“I don’t care.” You admitted. You were fine as long as the night didn’t have to end. 


“Not really…” You then murmured. Richie sighed, thinking.

“Wanna go to my house?” He then asked. You turned your head to look at him, biting your lip. 

“Sure…” Responding with a giggle, about five minutes later he pulled up into his driveway and helped you out once again. Telling you that his parents were out for the night at a business party, he held the door open for you and the two of you headed up the stairs to his bedroom. Once in, he took off his shoes. Standing awkwardly by the door while you walked around, inspecting the shelves and trying to figure out his past. 

“So, have you brought me to your lair to kill me? Keep me hostage?” You joked around, looking at him over your shoulder. He looked down at his shoes with a red face. “What.” You questioned, stopping in your movements. 

“I-I just… I’ve never had a girl…”

“In your room?” Finishing his sentence, Richie laughed nervously. You gasped in response. “You’re kidding, I thought…” 

“Nope.” Running his fingers through his hair, you rolled your eyes and sighed dramatically, taking off your shoes and then going over to his bed. Sitting on it, the sheets wrinkled under your weight. You then put your hands on your lap and waited for him to join you. But he stood there, by the door, until his eyes widened and he smiled. “What?” 

“Wanna see something?” 

“What is it?”

“Hold on.” Rummaging through his desk, Richie brought out a case, opening it and then turning around. You watched from behind as he took out his contacts, lifting his glasses over his face. Instantly, his vision cleared and he turned back around such as a showman, with his arms extended. 

“Oh my god.” You clasped your hands over your mouth, giggling. “Oh my god!” His eyes at least two times their size, Richie embarrassedly walked over to the bed and sat beside you. Your knees touching, you licked your lips and then grinned. Taking off your glasses, setting them down beside you and then reaching up to Richie’s, your fingers grazed his face as you pulled off his glasses.

When you put them over your eyes, everything was blurry. You were about to comment on how blind he was when something warm touched your lips, and you sucked in a breath through your nose. Realizing that he was kissing you, you then slowly kissed him back and leaned into him. His hands carefully cupping your cheeks and deepening the kiss, your stomach felt as if a thousand butterflies were hitting the walls, making your heart slam in your chest as your thoughts ran at one hundred miles per hour. 

After you felt like you couldn’t breathe, you swallowed, pulling away with your eyes still shut. “I can’t see you but I’m ninety-nine percent sure you look amazing right now,” Richie whispered against your lips, grazing them and making you shudder. You just shook your head, your words barely audible before you kissed him again. 

“Shut up, four eyes.”