i want to go on this party

I’m late to the party but the adult ladybug designs are so!!! good!!! Could not leave her without her partner though, so I had a go at designing adult Chat Noir ♥︎ (I headcanon that he’d have his hair down as Chat and up in pretty hairstyles as Adrien)

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Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

Prompt: I had an idea. Could you do Jughead x Reader where it’s jugs birthday and he wants to invite her over for dinner but he lives with Archie and Fred so he’s embarrassed and goes and asks for Fred’s permission if he can have his girlfriend over for his birthday and fill in the rest idk if I made this clear enough!

A/N: I changed the idea just a bit! SO glad I finally finished this. Hopefully you’ll still like it xx 

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Birthday Dinner (Jughead x Reader)

It was Jug’s birthday on Friday.

You wanted to do something with him but he told you that Archie and his dad were going to throw him a dinner party/barbeque.

He felt bad but you assured him that you two could do something before or after his birthday.

You two have been secretly dating for the past three months so obviously you weren’t expecting to go.

Especially since you lived on the other side of town and went to a different school.

What you didn’t plan for was Jug to ask Fred Andrews if you could come.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for IDW Rodimus, Drift, Swerve, Brainstorm, and Fort Max reaction if it's their Creation Day and bot s/o doesn't show up to the party... but when they go to their habsuite to check on them later after the party, they find their bot s/o is really upset and a mess covered in paper, glue, paint, glitter, and bows trying to wrap a really awesome present they totally wanted and accidentally broke in their attempts to wrap it and thinks they ruined their creation day

Rodimus notices you’re not at the party, but he figures you’re probably getting ready to spend some special birthday alone-time with him ;) ;) When you open the door to your habsuite looking like a craft store threw up on you he’s surprised, but he thinks it’s hilarious. You pout and smooches your glittery face with a chuckle. He tugs at a bow, suggesting that you could be his present.

Drift isn’t much for parties anyway, so he sneaks away to check on you when you down’t show up. When you sadly show him the remains of his present he gives you a soft smile and thanks you. Instead of the original present you draw a big, luxurious bath for the two of you, since you’re a mess and Drift adores bubble baths. This totally beats a party. 

Swerve wanted to go find you, but someone said you’d be there later. He ends up losing track of time then rushing to your room to see if you’re okay. His jaw drops when he sees you all decked out in craft supplies. Halfway through your explanation of what went wrong he tackle hugs you, covering you in kisses thank you this is the best present no one has ever done anything like this for me thank you thank you. It doesn’t even matter that the present broke. It’s on a display shelf in his room; he thinks of you every time he sees it.

Brainstorm is drunk when he comes home. He tells you look super smokin’ hot in all that glitter. He stumbles in, falls over, and his optics land on his broken present. He starts crying. Immediately you say you’re sorry, it was an accident, but when he looks up at you he’s obviously smiling. “I love it,” he says. “It’s the best present. If I could stand up I’d hug you.”

Fort Max is too worried about you to party. He excuses himself rather early on in the celebration. The first thing he does when he sees you is ask if you’re alright. He freaks out when you start crying about ruining his birthday, scooping you into his arms. He assures you that you didn’t ruin anything; he feels honored that you’d do all this for him. He helps you get cleaned up and takes you back to the party for a slow dance. You decide to keep one of ribbons on.

i see your post about the name of my tumblr. how you hate the country because there is a blog called liberalsarecool. i started writing in 2004, amid the bush years. liberalism was attacked. i thought a simple rebuff would be a good start in showing how liberalism is ok. you conflated liberalism with democrats to attack a political party. you used the republican party in your horrible comparison. democrats are not perfect, but liberal ideals go beyond on party in the us. equal justice, environmentalism, voting equity, healthcare equity, fairness, income parity, freedom from religion, rule of law, gender equity, are the backbone of liberalism. your hate just makes me want to write a little more. thanks.

anonymous asked:

I love tour fics! Especially your RPF so i wanted to ask, are you going to write more Seb/Anthony/Chris because that shit was my jam! I loved your characterisation and Seb is the my favourite bratty sub to ever sub

yes. for sure yes. F O R  S U R E yes.

Chris smirks. It’s a face that says he means trouble; Mackie’s seen it before, when he’s tried to convince them all to go out and party with him. Those nights always end messy as shit, and it’s entirely down to Chris Fucking Evans getting them a shitload deeper into mischief than they should be. Mackie knows how he is.

“Well,” Chris says, “the thing is, right. Sebastian likes to be told what to do.”

“You know, that’s something I’d never have picked in my life,” Mackie says, raising his eyebrows, “he always seemed so self-contained and all,” and Seb actually blushes. “Baby, you like to be good, huh?”

“He likes to be a brat,” Chris shrugs, “but he’ll behave. Eventually. You in, man?”

“Yeah,” Mackie says, thoughtful. “What the hell. Why not.”

anonymous asked:

ok, so one of my party members really wants to do a good verses evil 4v4 thing, but I'm not really sure how to go about that, or if it's even possible?

Do you have 8 players or 4 players? Is EVERYONE on board with this? Are there four players who want to be good, 4 who want to be bad? If there are players who aren’t interested in this, or everyone wants to be bad…. I’m not sure if it’ll work out too well.

If you have good and bad players it’d be hard to keep them all together at once most of the time. Personally I hate DMing for one half of the table, then switching to the other half over and over. 

All I can think of is they make characters, give basic info, and everyone meets in one cool place to fight and… thats it. Game over after the fight I guess? I don’t really see how I would make this work at all to be honest. If you want to do it, absolutely go for it man. I don’t have any advice though. 

If you have 4 players who want 4 NPC characters that are the opposite of them, just make the 4 NPCs another adventuring group that are good/evil and seem to be one step ahead of them/on the same quests? Maybe the NPCs have beef with the PCs.

sixfeetunderthe-rock-show  asked:

Hi! I found an article of yours on the Contiki website, talking about how you're not into drinking but still enjoyed yourself. I'm going on a contiki tour myself in April through Europe and I'm very concerned about the heavy drinking culture surrounding contikis. I'm not into drinking at all and would much rather sightsee than party, so I was wondering, from your experience, if you had any advice for me on my upcoming trip and what I should expect. Thanks so much! :)

The beautiful thing with Contiki is that you really can get the trip YOU want out of it.

I just returned from another trip with them through NZ and it was again, one of the greatest trips of my life. Just go in with an open mind, and a thirst for adventure. You will have the best time.

ladybug-tatum  asked:

I had to wait so long after I got the notification of the Money Shot update. Omg. You updated JUST before my party and the whole time I was like ok guys. Eat the cupcakes and let me go to the corner and read omg. Lol So worth the wait. I'm glad you're back and I hope you're feeling better and less worn out!

Eat the cupcakes and let me go read lmao 😂😂 im glad it was worth it and I hope you got some cupcakes too!

I’m feeling much better thank goodness, that feeling of not wanting to write was actually really scary so I’m glad it was only temporary 😐
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My name is Iris, I’m from The Netherlands, 21 years old.

I go to the gym around 3 times a week and love playing tennis although I barely ever do it anymore nowadays. I like going to festivals and parties. There’s so many places I still want to travel to. I’m a vegetarian. I don’t like being the center of attention. I’m loyal, caring and love deep conversations.

Message me if you’d like to get to know me ☺️👋🏽

anonymous asked:

I'm so excited but so stressed for the party thing next week! I don't want The Widow, Tilda, and Waldo to get hurt but I do want to see them kick ass at the party haha. Part of me hopes that The Widow just tips over a punch bowl or something but I also love seeing action scenes sooo. Also I wonder what'll happen when The Widow meets that Broadmore guy, who's described as 'a brute with three wives'.

From the trailers, it definitely seems like SOMETHING is gonna go down. We’re just not quite sure what yet, so here’s hoping we get some sneak previews this week.

It seems to me that Broadmore is going to be her biggest rival, but that makes for an interesting character and dynamic! I’m excited to meet all the Barons and see how they interact with each other. 

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I’m so excited for my birthday party this Sunday! I’ll be going as Mike Schmidt. If there’s anyone following me who’s around the Twin Cities area and wants to come, send me a message and I’ll give you all the info about the party!

(Also Funtime Foxy is a little present I got for myself. So cute!)

Halloween 2016

shiv

///


November 14th.
In the coffee shop,
the man in the
Make America Great Again hat
smiles at me, so I take this
as an invitation.


“Pardon me, but I have to ask—
do you think Trump’s
ideologies keep every person
in this country safe?“


He doesn’t hesitate.


“Ma’am, I can’t get wrapped up
in identity politics, all I can
worry about is how
I’m going to feed my girls.”


///


At my 40th birthday party,
an acquaintance asks
why we have “so much
Mexican art in the house.”

“It might be because I’m Mexican,” I say.

“No,” he laughs, “you’re not Mexican.”

“Yes. I am.”

“No,” he continues, reassuringly,
“and if you are, you’re only, maybe, 17%.“

The winter air stiffens between us.
An old, familiar pain.


///


There was a time when I
would have thanked him.


The early years,
when I wanted only to pass,
to rid myself of my last name—
the dead giveaway,
its muddy lineage


crawl out from the burying shame
that held me down every time
my father picked me up
from school in our shitty car,
his bushy mustache
& brown face
magnified by the sun.


///


A local white woman
posts a photo of her new tattoo:
a Mayan god etched eternal
on her flesh. When I point out
the disrespect, she assures me
she speaks Spanish fluently,
spent three years
in South America.


For the next six hours,
I argue with her friends.
They demand I quit being so
divisive. Judgemental. Close-minded.


“We have a racist running for President,
and you’re complaining about a tattoo?”
asks the white boy, who spray paints
murals all over this city
with impunity.


O, to be permitted the luxury
of only worrying about one thing at a time.


O, to be white in America,
to wake up knowing every god is your god.


///


When you never see yourself,
you search for yourself all the time.


You know the white girl
in the sombrero isn’t you.
The bro dude in Calavera makeup
isn’t either, not the ponchos
and glued on mustaches,
not the lowrider Chevy
in the Disney movie
or the hoochie-coochie
sex pot on the Emmy
award-winning television show.


Maybe you are only this:


the scorched bird pulled
from the chimney,
covered in soot.
Not the actual bird,
its velvet sack
of jigsaw’d bones,
but the feeling
of recognition.


The ash of knowing.


///


A white comedian tells this joke:
“I used to date Hispanics,
but now I prefer consensual.”


The audience laughs.
And you do, too.
Until the punchline hardens,
translates into a stone
in your throat.


You swallow it, like you always do.


You don’t change the channel,
but you also can’t remember
a single joke she tells after that.


A few months later, the comedian’s career
blows up. She’s so real. So edgy.
Such a hardcore feminist.
When someone writes an essay on
her old stand-up routines—
noting her blindspot when it comes to race,


her response is:


“It is a joke and it is funny.
I know that because people laugh at it.”


///


If two Mexicans are in a car, who is driving?
A police officer.


How do you starve a Mexican?
Put their food stamps in their work boots.


What’s the difference between a Mexican and an elevator?
One can raise a child.


What do you call a Mexican baptism?
Bean dip


How do you stop a Mexican from robbing your house?
Put a help wanted sign in the window.


What do you call a Mexican driving a BMW?
Grand theft auto


What do you call a Mexican without a lawnmower?
Unemployed


What do you call a building full of Mexicans?
Jail


How do you keep Mexicans from stealing?
Put everything of value on the top shelf.


What do you call a bunch of Mexicans running downhill?
A mudslide.


Why don’t Mexicans play Hide ’n Seek?
No one will look for them.


What does a Mexican get for Christmas?
Your TV.


What do you call the Arizona man shot to death
by his white neighbor, screaming, “Go back to Mexico!”
Juan Varela


///


November 29th.
For weeks, I’ve avoided
eye contact with strangers.
My face is a closed curtain.
My mouth, the most
decorated knife.
I pay for groceries,
grab the receipt &
let my half-hearted
thank yous trail like smoke.
I no longer want to see
who refuses to see me.


Anyone is everyone.


///


December 1st.
I keep waking up.
There isn’t anyone
white enough to stop me.


Pantomime the living until
the body remembers:
wicked bitch. Bloodwhirl.
Patron Saint of the Grab Back.


Still. Still. Still. Still. Still. Still here.


///


I etch my own face upon my wicked flesh.
I am my own devastating god.

 


Rachel McKibbens, Dec. 2016

So a demon is possessing the body of my rogue’s adoptive-brother. She obviously doesn’t want to hurt him, but she doesn’t want him to hurt the rest of the party.

Rogue: Well that leaves one person. I stab myself in the stomach.
Everyone else: WHAT THE FUCK.

The DM laughs a bit, making some rolls as I get yelled at for stabbing myself.
Fighter: “The fuck is that going to accomplish-”
DM: The demon seems frazzled for a moment before rushing over to [rogue’s] side and using a cure spell on her.
Demon: “The fuck was that?! How did you do that?!”
Rogue: “You’re possessing my older brother. Unless you got rid of him completely, I doubt he’s suddenly going to become passive rather than fussing and obsessing over me when I’m injured.”
Demon: “Well-”
Rogue: “Try your luck at killing me. See how that does over in my brother’s body.”
Demon: “Bullshit! I’ll deal with you and your gross sibling love later-”
Rogue: I stab myself again.
DM: *More rolls* He returns and heals you again.
Rogue: “Thanks for the healing.”
Demon: “Quit it, can’t you see I’m trying to kill people!”
Rogue: I stab myself again.
Demon: “STOP THAT YOU FUCK!”
Rogue: “NEVER. TEENAGE REBELLION!”

My confused party takes this as permission to attack him, knocking him out pretty quickly while he’s distracted with me.

Fighter: “…what just happened?”
Wizard: “Familial bonding.”

TL;DR: Rogue beats demon possessing her brother by distracting him and tricking him into healing her from brotherly instinct.

(Note: anything in quotations is in character, if not, it’s ooc)

The  all squad is going out incognito tonight!

(I really wanted to animate some people walking!)

Btw, you’re more than 1000 people to follow this blog and my animation! This makes me so happy to see so many people enjoying my work! Thank you so much :D