i wanted to make this pretty but then i gave up

anonymous asked:

I gave my players an liquid called Etheral Elixir that they harvested from a phase spider. I told them that it's a commonly used crafting item. They keep wanting to either drink it or force feed it to someone. I have some ideas of what will happen but do you have any suggestions? There's been a bit of build up now so it should be something pretty cool.

Drinking it can send you to another plane?

You’re paralyzed for a short period of time, but you see wondrous things. Drinking all together puts you in the same hallucination, you’re connected, its like a whole other world. When you come to you’re holding all the items you loot in the hallucinations. 

You gain six more eyes. Only opening one pair shows you impossible things. Doorways you hadn’t seen before, small little creatures, etc.

Spiders are now your friends. They bring you food, make you web based items, etc.

If you have any ideas please help anon out!

anonymous asked:

4. “Who gave you that black eye?” for the meme thing pleaseeeeee

4: “Who gave you that black eye?”

Sorry for taking so long, I suck!! And what’s up with this? Does it make sense? Probably not xD again sorry :P hope u like it anyway! On FF

Also, If you want one!

Neighborly Love

Caroline looked in the mirror, touching her eye and feeling the sting of it she shrugged, it wasn’t all that bad and she had been through so much worse. She thought of covering it up with make-up, but first she should probably wash the sweat and blood away.

Noticing someone’s eyes on her she looked out of her window, “Hey creeper, like what you see?”

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She got me praying all hours of the night, say she want my heart, She pulling me to the river, drawing me with her siren's call, Done gave her my heart but now she wants my soul, Well I already sold it to the man in red, "Fell in love with your charm," but its a curse; cos am dead, Girl you're not who you say, bad girl they say you are Innocence isn't where am at, wear your crucifix bae Don't make me out all serious bonnie, slave to this bad religion, Unrequited love, praying at my shrine, cos I don't have a heart Like a dead man walking, I lay at your side, Make sure you're alright in my world, atleast that for you girl,

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul

Wh-WHAT ?!

I was just reaching 4k a few weeks ago… what’s up with you people to suddenly some to me all the sudden ?!

Hhhhh okay… so… my internet is pretty bad right now, but to celebrate reaching this number I saw that SO MANY of you wanted to actually watch me draw a print for UnderDecay which would start as soon Paper’s Crane story is completed… But I’m still pondering between this and a request stream.

I’ll make a stream with the lovely @alainaprana as soon she reach her own 5k which is really soon so that we can do a dual stream and share how much we appreciate our followers !

I want to thanks all of you gosh… this is so intimidating to have SO MANY people following me for my work… I honestly never expected to reach so many and especially THAT fast. Thank you so much… tumblr really changed my life at many points and gave me the occasion to meet and talk with wonderful people.

Let me promote a few people that I particularly admire:


















There’s so many more of them… I just… gosh… thank you guys. I love you all~<3

I’ll give you more news about it as soon as I can.


I wanted to try and draw transformers in my (non chibi) style, so gave these three a try! Much fun to make the g1 designs a bit more cartoony! (sorry if I got lots of details wrong, I didn’t bother looking up reference drawings for them)

no this was totally not first an excuse to draw g1 starscream with pretty legs, I promise *nervous look*

hello studyblr folks!! okay listen. i have, like, notoriously bad handwriting. like, the kind where you have to tell people what it says because they can’t read it. you’ve tried every cutesy handwriting post telling you to practice, and practice, and practice more, but it never sticks?

well, practice may make perfect, but for someone who doesn’t have the time to spend hours practicing handwriting, i just want it legible. not to mention, even if i did consistently write like that, i would end up spending hours on my notes.

this guide will tell you is how to consistently write legibly while maintaining speed and how to prioritize which styles to use (so that you can still be cute when you wanna!).

some tips:

  • when you’re taking fast notes in class, no prettiness necessary, work on WRITING THE BODY OF YOUR LETTERS BIGGER. you’ll still have to practice with this to get it up to a good speed. experiment with it, find what works for you, but i’ve found that i write fastest when i’m connecting my letters.

    for instance, at its absolute best my natural handwriting is this:

    but when i take notes in class, i write like this:

    bigger letters almost always = more legibility.

  • work on making the stems of your letters (your y’s, d’s, g’s, q’s, and b’s) much shorter. that way, the lines above and below don’t get cluttered, which makes it even more messy. added bonus of not having to double space your writing if it’s not required.
  • when you have to write neatly, but still have to write A LOT, work to write bigger and with disconnected letters. having disconnected letters makes it a bit slower, but goes a long way for neatness. like so:

    this is useful for rewriting notes and handwriting essays on tests (especially if your teacher refuses to grade if they can’t read it!! that’s happened to me before, would not recommend).

  • in places like your planner/bullet journal, or in captions on diagrams, writing small, neat, and cute can be a blessing! this is the kind of writing i use in my bullet journal:

    it’s the perfect handwriting to use so long as it’s in the right context. 

  • recognize and accept time constraints on your writing. i cannot stress enough: you will not always have enough time to write perfectly, especially if you’re writing pages and pages of notes. don’t worry over not being “studyblr” enough; worry about getting it done.
  • listen to your hand. one of the reasons i’m telling you to write so big on longer batches of writing is that unnaturally small writing will hurt your hand. take breaks if your hand is starting to hurt (unless you’re in a test, of course) because it can lead to more serious hand problems like carpal tunnel if done consistently. i know people who it’s happened to before.
  • stop pressing down so hard with your pen or pencil. 
  • a final tip: experiment with different pens and pencils to see what makes your handwriting better, worse, bigger, smaller, etc. i myself tend to write a lot messier with pencils, a lot neater with muji, a lot messier with bic atlantis, a lot smaller with rapidograph…… the list goes on. find what works best and feels best to you.

practice and discipline will make perfect with this! i hope this was helpful. happy studying!! :))) ☆*✧

(header background is “paradise”, a painting by maurice denis.)

Dean and Cas *are* acting married

But really.. Think about it. How long has it been since we’ve seen Dean flirt with anyone? Beth was totally his type, reminded me a lot of Lisa- petite, dark-haired, olive skinned, curvy. He didn’t even look at her properly. 

And even afterwards, I assume Beth gave him her number because she thought he was hitting on her by coming by so late. And he ran with it because saying ‘Yeah lady, sorry wanted to murder you instead’ was obviously off the menu.

All I’m saying is Dean’s acting like a pretty committed man to me. Talking to the husband in between, updating him, ignoring all possible chances to have some no strings sex.   

I think finding out Cas was possessed by Lucifer was a real wake up call for him. He’s been actually making amends with Cas- apologizing to him, trusting Cas, supporting him, talking to him frequently, making breakfast for him, offering to go with him. And I think it’s beautiful to see how focused he is on Cas.    

You know what, Booth and Brennan will always be my #1 otp because they gave me so much as a couple. I mean, I’m not talking about sex or smut because that’s fanfiction material (like you go girl, want to see your fave ship bang on a piano? go and read that !!!! that’s what that website is for) but everything else. The ‘platonic’ aspect of their relationship has always been the best part of their dynamic to me, but they were still able to overcome that phase and be a family. This being said, that original dynamic has never been compromized, not to me at least, because when it comes to the important stuff, Booth and Brennan are still partners first, they are still the people they would give up their life for, they would fight for each other. While the majority of other ships kinda change once they get together. Booth and Brennan never completely changed, so much that people complain because they’d rather have them being romantic the 100% of the time. I don’t. Also, it’s the little things that matter to me, like it might sound stupid, but I find it extremely adorable and precious that Brennan knows Booth by knowing his injuries. Every time something happens, she’s able to compare factures and other stuff to Booth’s. And that’s so IC, that’s something I really want to see because it’s them. And it’s been this way since she first found out about his past in 1x15 and it never changed. She imagined him on that autopsy table in 11x01 by looking at the bones, just like it happened on 12x04 with Aldo and in other many occasions. Brennan saying like I know that because of your brain tumor. She knows his brain scans. YAAAS. Give me this stuff. Give me Booth and Brennan that can’t sleep without each other at night when one of them is struggling with something, give me them talking about taking someone’s life and carrying the weight of the world on their shoulders. Give me them hurting each other to save each other. They would never cheat on each other or hurt each other because they want to. They only do it because it’s the only way. Yaas. Screw sex, just give me this stuff.

Remember when Naruto said that his goal of Hokage changed? In Two Fates he tells Sasuke himself, in that sweet, soft voice:

“I almost gave into my despair but y o u and Iruka saved me. Back then, I always knew you were alone too.

I felt better knowing there was someone like you, like m e out there.

We were just kids, but dealing with stuff n o other kid had to.

Me- The Nine Tails.

You - The fate of the Uchiha.

We had such similar burdens, pretty ironic, huh?

To be honest nearly every time I saw you all I really wanted to do was come up to you and start talking…

I’d get sort of g i d d y.

Cause I thought maybe y o u of a l l people could understand me.

But I didn’t. Because I was jealous, you were so good at everything.

So I decided I’d make you my rival instead.

And Sasuke, since that day…

Y o u ’ v e been my g o a l.”

The aspiration to be recognized by the village as a young boy had developed into something so much deeper, significant and it was Sasuke.


aka Nesta in an Illyrian War Camp. It’s practically five thousand words and took me forever to write, I almost gave up but here it is! 

Part 1: Catastrophe Part 2: You are here Part 3: Combustion

Also I read this like six times trying to remove all the typos, but I really didn’t feel like going through it again, so ah well. (Shrugs) 

“Cut it.”

She lifted her hair from behind her and leaned back on the chair. Cassian, with his ever present trepidation, simply shook his head.


Shrugging in resignation, Nesta openly looked at her reflection staring back at her, “Cut it. It’s of no use to me now,”

When Cassian’s hands fumbled with the knife, unsure of her words, Nesta grabbed it from his hands. She would not miss her long hair, the hours washing and grooming it. Making it pretty, for people she could care less about. It was a decoration of the person who yearned for affection, the person who wanted to please. She’d never be her again.

She grasped the hilt with one hand and her golden hair with the other, seeing each thread as it flared at the tips. The blade, a piercing edge of metal, sharp enough to desecrate bodies. It cut right through.

She gazed at herself in the mirror before her. Stared at her, now, shoulder length hair.

She didn’t recognize her reflection. Not for the long ears that she hid behind a wall of hair, not for the lengthened frame of her face, or the sharp edges of cheekbones. Her eyes were a dark cave of mystery, a deep abyss of nothingness. She looked at herself, stared at herself, and she couldn’t contemplate how one person could be so different from another, how she could forget one as if she never knew her, and stare at another like she had yet to find out.  

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@crankgameplays Ever since I was young I’ve struggled with feeling like I mattered. Whether it be with my friends or my family, I’ve struggled believing that people care pretty much forever. I knew who Ethan was for while and just knew him as the cute guy Mark was friends with, then in the past 2 months i started properly watching his videos. In December I made the blueforethan instagram acc. It wasn’t meant to be a fan acc, it was meant to be a way to share the love i wanted to share to Ethan. Making that account was the best thing i ever did. My 18th birthday was a disaster and it left me hurt and depressed and things only got worse from there, Ethan and his positive energy gave me strength to pick myself back up, and having the blueforethan account got me back into drawing and it gave me a reason to want to get up in the morning. This tattoo was not just for Ethan, it was for myself. There are many reasons I want him to see it so bad one of which is so he’d know how positively he’s affected me. Ethan and the followers of my blueforethan account mean the world to me, and i emotionally made that clear in last nights live stream by crying and saying over and over again. This tattoo is to remind me there will always be at least one person who cares, and that I’ll never not matter. So please, if you see this, please reblog and tag Ethan, help me show him something that means the absolute world to me. @crankgameplays @markiplier @therealjacksepticeye @ogchanyt

Reggie Mantle x Reader:  PART SIX THE ARTIST & THE JOCK

A/N: This is the last part of this imagine. I am pretty happy on how it turned out, hopefully you guys like it too. I hope it lives up to your expectations. I also didn’t want to drag this longer than it needed.

Words: 1747

Summary: Shizz goes down, but you and Reggie make up.

Spoilers: N/A

Warnings: Some curse words I think

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four Part Five

You woke up early on Monday morning because you didn’t want to face your parents since they gave you the weekend to think about the contract, but you knew if you turned it down once again they’ll only find a way for you to accept it. As much you as you wanted to be with Reggie this was not the way to do it. He also seemed pretty busy the couple of days, he seemed happy with Veronica and she was your friend and you couldn’t do this.

As you rushed out of your house wind in your hair, headphones placed in your ears as the music distracted you in the humid morning. You focused your eyes on the ground where the dew droplets resided in the grass. As much as you were avoiding him, you needed to speak with Reggie about this whole situation.

You walked in the coffee shop and ordered your usual and kept your slow pace in no rush to get to school.

As you were there early you decided to go straight to the art room and paint or draw something to calm your nerves.

You thought about how on Saturday afternoon Reggie ignored your comment about him only telling you how he felt to please his parents and get you to accept that stupid contract. About how Veronica was so happy with him, probably thinking you set them up; but all you wanted was for them to separate. You hated how you thought this. You couldn’t let your smile come up when you thought about Reggie being a bit jealous of Jughead, but that smile faded quickly as you were interrupted by you art teacher telling you the bell rang and it was time to get ready for your first class.

You made your way swiftly to your locker to collect your textbook, and he was there leaning on it and as much as you wanted to clear things up, you couldn’t face him. You stared right at him and your stomach went crazy, it was an attack of butterflies.

You walked up to your locker and nothing came out of your lips, it’s like you were in a trance.

Until your trance was broken by his mouth as he spoke “Hey, um can we talk?” as he moved so you could open your locker and take out your textbook.

“Not right now Reg” you claimed.

“Then when, you can’t ignore me forever (Y/N)” he reasoned with a desperate look in his brown eyes.

“I know that, but, not here” you signed soon distracted by the bell and you rushed out of there to your first class.

The day went by and lunch was finally here and you made your way to your usual table with Jughead, Betty, Archie, Kevin and Veronica.

All you wanted was your old life back where Reggie was just a friend, where your parents did as much work to ignore you and you were the neutral ground. But that you was gone after this whether you made a decision or not, you were no longer the girl who did everything to please everyone. All you wanted was to suppress your feelings for Reggie, you wanted your old Riverdale back when it was just a happy town.  You were also tired of doing everything for everyone.

You took your seat next to Jughead, hoping your friends would distract you from your thoughts.

That was until everything caught up with you and you wished it never happened, and that you didn’t have to hide it from your friends.

“Hey Reggie” the beautiful raven haired girl cheered while showing off her pearls as he appeared at your table.

“Hey Ron, umm, can we talk?” Reggie directed towards you and you stood up because you might as well get this over with.

“OH MY GOD! (Y/N)” the red haired bombshell squealed as you turned confused as to why she was so cheery and she took you and Reggie into a hug and all your friends gave her puzzled looks.

“Why didn’t you tell me?!” Cheryl continued.

“What are you talking about?” you questioned looking over your shoulders to Reggie and your friends.

“Oh, come on you tell them, but not me? How dare you?!” she kept on questioning and your brain was so slow it didn’t catch on to what she was referring to.

“What? What didn’t she tell you?” Kevin added.

“Seriously they’re all in on it, well whatever, I know now and I’m so happy for you” she raged.

“About what? What did I do?” you were still oblivious to what she was asking and you wished you hadn’t pushed the answer once she revealed it.

“You and Reggie of course, my parents told me all about it, well I overheard your moms telling my mom this morning. You guys make a cute couple. I’m so happy for you!” you stood there frozen, you wanted to run but your feet stood still and the next sequence of events happened to fast.

“What?!?!” Veronica screeched and the whole table gasped.

“No Ron, I- I- it’s not-” was that came out of your mouth as she stood up and planted a slap on your cheeks and Reggie pushed her away.

“Come on” Reggie spoke softly as tears started to surface on your face and he grabbed your hand to walk away.

“No!” you retorted as you let go and Jughead stood up to get you out of there.

“Let’s go” Jughead spoke as he started to take you away and put his arm around you.

“Norman Bates, mind your own business this is between us” Reggie claimed as he removed Jughead’s arm off you and pushed him.

Jughead hated the way Reggie was sometimes so he pushed him back and they started to fight as you and Archie went up to them to separate them.

“I need time” you spoke to Reggie and walked away with Jughead.

You left school early trying to get away from all of the mess, and you were so happy that your parents weren’t home.

How could they do this? Did Reggie know again and is that why he wanted to talk to you?

“This is all my fault” you proclaimed as you got a snack for Jughead since lunch was kind of eventful.

“Hey, it’s not your fault (Y/N)” Jughead reassured you.

“No, it is. I do everything for my parents to make them happy, so they could be proud of me, but no matter how I do it will never be enough. I want everyone happy that I don’t even think about my own happiness. This was so easy, no matter what I chose my parents knew if they did something about it I would accept it, I am such a pushover.” You ranted

“What do mean whatever you chose? Your parents want you with Reggie? Isn’t that a good thing you like him.” Jughead asked as he furrowed his eyebrow and you knew there was no way out of this one, so you told him the truth.

“Just talk to him, I know I’m not his biggest fan, but I’ll deal for you. Also you are going to need to talk to Veronica, I’m sure she’ll understand” Jughead pointed out as he left you.

You texted and called Veronica so you could talk to her and explain the situation, but she didn’t answer.

You were soon distracted by the knock on your window which revealed the tall handsome Reggie as you opened your window.

“That used to be easier” he chuckled trying to break the tension entering your bedroom.

“I like what you’ve done with the pla-” he stated as you interrupted him. Your body took over as you placed one of your hands behind his neck and pressed your lips on his and he moved his hands to your waist.

The kiss was passionate and slow and you didn’t want it to end.

“I’m sorry about this whole mess, I didn’t think it would get this bad” he confessed as you both moved to your bed and sat there.

“Do you actually like me? Or did you just tell me all that stuff because of the contract?” you mentioned.

“If I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t have kissed you like that. I promise my feelings for you are 100% real” he added as he put his arm around your waist and you laid your head on his shoulder

“What about Veronica?” you questioned him.

“Nothing happened, I promise you. Not one kiss. I like you, yes I was stupid to call her after the dinner I just wanted to forget about being rejected from the only girl I ever cared about” he chimed in as he kissed your forehead.

“I didn’t reject you, I was just confused. You’re the one that left me, your chose your popularity after you promised you would be there for me and I promised you the same. I kept my promise, whenever you called I was there.” You confirmed as he grabbed your hand.

“No words will ever be enough to show you how sorry I am. You started hanging out with Archie and them, especially Wednesday Addams I- I just assumed you preferred him, and I don’t make the best decisions” Reggie sighed.

“It’s Jughead, and he is just my best friend, if you want anything to do with me you’re going to have to deal with Jughead” You countered as he smiled.

“So you’re saying we can like be a thing? For real, like you’re going to be my girlfriend? I’m going to be your boyfriend?” he said with a smile on his face and you smiled back.

“Yours, no contract, and we have to talk to Veronica and our parents” you explained as you pecked his lips once more.

“For you, anything babe” he concluded as he kissed your hand.

So you talked to Veronica, not expecting her to be so understanding, but once you told her the truth she embraced you in a tight hug and apologized for slapping you.

Later you talked to your parents at yet another dinner, and they were quite happy of course. Although to get under their skin you and Reggie somehow always forgot when their events and banquets took place and sometimes you would take drives to the old cabin and revisit the tree where your initials were carved inside a heart and just be together.

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Forgive me Pt1 (Peter Parker)

A/n- I really liked this idea and I hope you guys do too!

Summary- You moved in with your uncle away from your twin sister. Everyone at school saw you as the new rich kid which you were but some people saw you for who you were.

“Michelle if you put on some highlighter you’d look great” you say trying to persuade your friend to put on a little make up but it was Michelle and she would never dare. Ned was laughing at your attempts of putting the highlight on.

“Y/n she’s never going to put it on” Ned laughed and you gave him a deadly glare then stopped laughing. This was how most your time went with these two were spent, full of laughs but Peter and Liz, you never wanted to be put in a room with them one reason because you had a crush on Peter, a really big one in fact. Liz was everything you weren’t pretty, nice, smart- actually compared to you she was nothing, the courtesy of having a very intelligent family. Peter was nothing how you acting around him, you were cautious that you didn’t do anything that wasn’t appropriate and he took note of that every time he went to hug you.

“Hey Y/n do you think Mr. Stark would be able to see me today?” Peter asked as he got closer to you. You two were dangerously close to each other but some how Peter seemed to be able to keep himself calm even though his heart was beating ten times faster than it ever did with Liz.

“Um, he-I-uh” seeing as you only stuttered when you were nervous but being with Peter you didn’t know what being nervous was. It was like he made a new emotion for you but you wouldn’t dare tell him about your feelings.

“Spit it out Richie” Liz spat at you. Liz hated you with every fibre she had in her just because Peter gave all his attention to you even though he never actually did. Somehow Liz convinced herself that what she thought was true and didn’t like it one bit. Everyone on the table looked at her because of her rudeness, Liz didn’t know that you could of been equally rude or that you could be the ocean to her rain drop. You didn’t hate Liz, it was hard to be nice to her when she was always so mean and rude to you.

“Oh I’m sorry Liz did you say something? I didn’t hear you, see my IQ stops me from hearing your bullshit!” Before anyone could say anything you grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder and stormed out of the school hoping to get lost somewhere. The air did you good and calmed you down, which is what you needed to do. You lost count of how many turns you were making down the streets of Queens but you didn’t care. To your surprise someone did care, Peter. As soon as you stormed out he had a go at Liz for being rude, again. He didn’t understand why the two of you couldn’t get along but it was obvious why, you both were in love with the same boy and only one could come out on top. It was game to Liz and to you, you just wanted someone other than your uncle to understand what you were going through.

For someone as smart as you, you made a pretty stupid mistake, you took a turn into a bad neighbourhood. Your uncle told you stay away from this part of town but when did you ever listen? It was okay until you went down an alley, of course it had to be down an alley. But whoever was out there was doing a favour, you’d rather die than live any longer. Before anyone could touch you, you were swung out of there and you screamed on the top of your lungs. You screamed louder than you would of if the men decided to touch you.

“LET GO OF ME!” You scream as you dropped onto a rooftop.


“YEAH ACTUALLY I DO” if you could only of seen his face and the way Peter got scared when you said those words. But Y/n is always so happy, why would she want to die?, Peter thought to himself.

“For someone as smart as you, you’re dumb as hell”

“You don’t me and I don’t know you” you say at the masked vigilante who wore red and blue.

“Oh but I do and I’m surprised you haven’t figured it out yet”

“Why am I supposed to know you?” You ask kicking at a rock that was on the rooftop you landed on.

“Y-no, you’re not supposed to know me… he thought it’d be easier that way”

“Who’s he?”

“N-no one”

“Now why did you save me?”

“Because you were worth saving”

“Do you say that to all girls?”

“Only the pretty girls” who would of thought that he made you blush? But it wasn’t enough to show through the make up on your face.

“Can the pretty girl know who you are?” You walk over to the boy in the spandex suit and brought your hands close to his face. They were almost so close that you could feel the heat radiate off of him but before they could do anything he jerked them away.

“I-uh-I’m not aloud to tell you” he backs up a little but you close the gap between the two of you. Peter was taken back that you were more confident with Spider-Man than him, maybe because you didn’t know who it was?

“I can keep a secret no matter what” Peter tenses as you whispered into his ear hoping they’d show you who they are.

“I’m sorry I-”

“Can’t? Yeah I thought you were going to say that”

“There’s no need to be rude about it”

“Sorry I’m just really pissed off”

“Is it because of Liz?”

“Yeah she’s so- wait how did you know it was because of Liz?”

“Lucky guess?”

“Peter?” And then you saw his face, his handsome pretty face that went perfectly with his personality. It was your Peter holding a Spider-Man mask in his hands.

“Look you can’t tell anyone, not that you would” Peter kept rambling on and on until you leaned in and kissed him. He should of pushed you off. He should denied his feelings for you. He should of stuck by Liz’s side but if he did then what would of happened to you? Instead of using his hands to push you away, which is what you expected, Peter wrapped them around you and you wrapped yours around his neck. You both knew what you did was wrong but then why did it feel right? Why did it feel like Peter needed you more than anything else in the world?

“We shouldn’t of done that” Peter wanted you to say different words to him but he was going to say the same back.

“I won’t tell if you don’t” you had nothing to loose if you told people if you kissed Peter but Peter would be loosing Liz and he didn’t want that.

“Do me a favour Spider-Man and dump that Liz Allen of yours” Peter wanted to very badly but could never bring his heart to it. Was it going to be Liz, a girl who doesn’t excite him as much as Y/n or Y/n, the girl who was his rainbow after a rain storm?

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“every once in a while, you find someone who’s iridescent, and once you do, nothing will ever compare.” 


The day I laid eyes on Lucas Friar, I completely flipped. I was seven and sitting cross-legged, looking out into the city on my fire escape when this truck pulled up. I knew it was probably our new neighbours, finally moving in. And as I see a boy who looked my age come out of the truck beside a beautiful lady I excitedly ran back inside our apartment. Finally, someone who wasn’t someone’s grandmother gets to live near me; someone I can actually befriend.

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Can I have a imagine that reader is in the show and is playing Carl’s girlfriend, and one day they have to do a make out scene, and rest of the cast tease them when they see the make out scene

Walking onto set, today was the day that everyone knew that would be the day that they could make fun of me the most. It was the day that me and Chalder were going to do the make out scene. It wasn’t a huge deal or anything, but the rest of the cast was making a huge deal out of it.

“Y/N, Chandler. Come on.” I looked behind me and saw that everyone was smirking.

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PLL Endgame & Expectations

I wanted to talk about this. Many people here, including me, anxiously anticipating the return of the show are also quite terrified because we don’t know if everything will make sense.
There are certain questions that the show must answer for the whole Pretty little liars story to make sense for e.g. Why did this person kill Jessica?, Why was Sara Harvey helping Charlotte?, Where does Bethany Young fit in all this?, What were in those videos made by the NAT club? Etc.

Then there are some questions that have been bugging us for forever, mini questions, like Who gave Alison the bloody lip?, Who was the ghost girl in season 3 Halloween episode? that aren’t seemingly connected to the endgame of the show.

Sadly, I don’t think all of our mini questions will be answered. It would have been better if those mysteries had been closed years ago as they were brought up rather than leaving them in the open. Even Troian said that “I can’t promise every fan that they will get every question they’ve asked answered. I can say that I do believe that the majority of fans will be really excited. We have done our best to wrap up all the mysteries on the show, while maintaining a lot of new, fun, exciting things to deliver that fans won’t expect. I do believe everybody is going to be blown away by the end of this whole story.”

Therefore, we shouldn’t expect every tiny detail of the story to make sense, just the big overall picture. In the past I wouldn’t have been okay with this, and I’m not saying that writers are without fault, however we know that there are a lot of red herrings and mystery content to throw us off the track. So if there is something not addressed by the end of the series, it means it didn’t play a part in the overall mystery of the show, and I’m going to try to be okay with it. I say this because we’re nearing the end of the show, there are only 10 episodes left, and I’ve been seeing a lot of negative content about the show on tumblr. I understand the worry (I’m scared as hell myself!!) but I think we need to lower our expectations a fair bit. If big pieces of the story don’t make sense by the end of the show, by all means call the writers on it, but I don’t think it is fair to be complaining about plot holes of a mystery that is still ongoing - clearly they are not plot holes if the story isn’t complete. The fans have the right to say what they want about the show and that is totally fine because it is their platform and they can use it to express what they want to. I just hope we all are a bit more positive in our attitudes because after June there will be no more PLL. I, like all of you guys I hope, want to enjoy and treasure this time watching, enjoying, theorizing about the show and having an open discussion but it gets a little difficult to do that when there is so much negatively here. Let’s be real, after the show finishes we’ve got till forever to rant about it.

I really hope this didn’t come across as bashing or anything of the sort (that was not the intention at all). We don’t have much time left with PLL and we’ll never ever experience watching a show like this one, and I just want us all to get the maximum out of this wild ride that we’ve been on for 7 years. ❤

We are about to relive that one time that Niall was prince charming. 

So there was that one time that Niall went to Rochelle’s birthday party dressed up as prince charming and we all pretty much lost our shit.

x  I mean who gave you permission to leave the house looking like this. Gah!

x And then to take pictures like this and make us all fucking melt forever?

x I mean. ugh. look at him! I want to kiss his stupid face.

x his freaking adorable face!

x I just can’t with him dressed like this.

x I’m just getting angry now. gah.

x *sigh*

Let’s look at the fucking dip once more…

yes…..okay…I’m done now. *sighs for eternity*

“A wish upon a star…”

This year was amazing… Several years ago I said to myself, one day I want to customize Pullips and make people happy with my work. I never thought that I would get so many positive feedback to my work. Thank you from the bottom of my heart <3

Here comes Taara, my newest and last full custom Pullip for this year. I struggled a bit with her because I wasn’t sure if I could finish her in time. But I’m pretty happy that she could wake up this day for the first time <3 I want to say thank you with her too. She is everything I love - pink and cute! and unicorns, of course ;) I hope you like her too!
She’ll be for adoption very soon.

I can’t wait to show you new projects in next year with some awesome people <3

Btw. do you like her headband? It’s made by the lovely Yu-Chan from CherryMaou and I gave it some colors <3

Pre-Reaper Reyes being a good person who cares about his people and is a brother(/possibly father) figure to young Jesse is SO important to me, particularly because it’s pretty damn clear that Blackwatch did all the dirty work Overwatch didn’t want to be associated with. And let me tell you how bored I am by the concept that in order to be willing to get your hands dirty you must be a fundamentally horrible person.

Gabriel Reyes was a good man, given a shit job he didn’t want, running black ops that the UN and Overwatch were too pretty and pristine to be associated with - and he got shit done.

If nothing else, he and Blackwatch at the very least extended a hand to a lost, probably angry seventeen-year-old kid with a talent for killing who would have gone to maximum security and come out a hardened monster and gave him the chance, instead, to be a hero. To do something good and real in the world.

So sure, I guess, make Reyes a monster all you want, I just think that’s boring as hell.