i was eating frosting while doing this

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The Walls Are Breathing In - Explicit - secondstar

Nothing could go wrong. It was just supposed to be a safe trip to the Nemeton. But this is Beacon Hills and things are rarely that simple. Welcome to the life of Stiles Stilinski.

Or, that time that Stiles accidentally became a sorcerer against his will.

A Good Thing - Explicit - Jerakeen

“I think it’s time to admit that I have this bizarre, weird, twisted thing for your dick.”

In Case The Daylight Never Comes - Explicit - plume_bob

There’s a relentless dark shape tearing through the pack and that’s only the half of it. Stiles just wants to sleep and stop being haunted by the faces of his night-time tormentors. His dad thinks he’s suffering from post-traumatic stress, Scott thinks he’s suffering the after-effects of the ritual; Stiles thinks they’re both reasonable theories, except for the part where Derek Hale is the only thing that can take his nightmares away and it seems that fact is no coincidence.

I Have Faith in Nights - Mature - DaintyBoots

Derek had always thought his ability to pick up strays was a bit of a hindrance. But then he met Stiles.

It’s How You Use It - Explicit - badwolfbadwolf

Stiles is a virgin and Derek has a big dick. Derek trains him to take it.

Stiles hadn’t really realized it until they were mashed up against his door, his thighs splayed, Derek’s hips fitted to him. And then he turned slightly and ohmygod, there was Derek’s dick. Just sitting right there, in his pants, pressed against Stiles. Derek Hale had a dick. Derek Hale had a fucking big dick. Like anaconda proportions. Suddenly Stiles was pulling away, nervous excitement twining with fear and plummeting straight down into his stomach as Derek mouthed at his neck.

“I’m a virgin,” Stiles blurted out, and his voice did an embarrassing little crack on the end like he was tripping through puberty and falling face first on the other side.

Valentine’s Day Candy in Aisle Four - Explicit - linksofmemories

“It’s so commercialist, and all it does is bring people down who don’t have a special someone.”

“Basically.”

“Are you two seriously discussing your hatred of Valentine’s Day when a man with a gun is walking around the store?”

What I Did On My Summer Vacation - Explicit - grimm

There’s something weird about Beacon Hills that Stiles can’t quite put his finger on. The way everyone in town knows his name the day he arrives. The way they insist the melancholic howling that echoes through the forest every night is just a dog. The way his dad denies getting a dog, even though Stiles comes home to find one sprawled across his bed, some big black thing whose eyes gleam red in the right light. The way that massive oak tree out in the woods vibrates under his touch, pulsing with sickly life.

There’s something weird going on in this town, and Stiles is determined to get to the bottom of it.

Not As Described - Mature - Febricant

Stiles may have made a huge mistake.

Sinking Like A Stone (Carry On) - Mature - iamnightbird

Derek Hale is convinced he can protect his pack from anything. Kanimas, other packs, even the supernatural that remain myths (like demons and the such), but an event hits him like a punch to the gut to remind him that the things he can’t protect his pack from are the everyday horrors in which life makes us her bitch. [Blind!Stiles]

as we share this simple night - Explicit - mockturtletale

Tearing chunks of toast off with his teeth, Stiles changes the shape of Derek’s whole world.

come on, tear me apart - Explicit - trilliastra

“Why were you thinking about my tattoo, Stiles?” He asks, making Stiles swallow and lick his lips nervously, only to be more confused when Derek follows the movement with his eyes.

Oh.

So he’s not making things up.

It’s mutual.

Awesome.

The Proposal - Explicit - Firenation

Stiles Stilinski is the long-suffering assistant of Derek Hale, editor extraordinaire. Also jackass extraordinaire.

The Proposal AU where Stiles has to get engaged to his terrifying boss Derek in order to prevent him being deported. And somehow has to persuade his family that they’re really in a relationship (stop laughing, Scott). Difficult doesn’t even cover it.

Broken Sundown - Explicit - Anonymous 

Punk rock star Derek Hale is irritated when his new roommate in rehab turns out to be squeaky-clean Stiles Stilinski, the drummer for the hottest boy band in the U.S. Not even his favorite gay romance novel can distract him from what follows. Rock star AU, angst and addictions, alpha!Derek, mates.

I Want Sugar in my Tea - Teen and Up - lielabell

Derek doesn’t like coffee and he doesn’t like coffee shops. They are loud and brash and full of people who think too much of themselves. He prefers tea and independently owned bookshops, where people sit in companionable silence and read. But here he is, sitting in a loud, obnoxious coffee shop, trying his damnedest to focus while people drone on mindlessly on all sides of him, drinking cup after cup of low quality tea. And why is he doing this again? Oh right. Because of him.

you’re the one that i want - Teen and Up - trilliastra

“How do I ask someone to go to prom with me?” Stiles asks suddenly and Derek’s breath hitches.

Sleepwalking - Explicit - thefangirlingdead

Stiles’ nightmares and sleepwalking progressively get worse until he’s losing time. In this case, he comes-to on Derek’s dick.

It Starts When You’re Around - Explicit - strobelighted

“Earth to Derek. You okay, man?”

Derek’s eyes are drawn back to the guy in front of him, who’s starting to look more worried now.

“I –” he starts, then swallows against the dryness. “Who are you?”

or, Derek gets amnesia.

The Best Part of Camping - Explicit - sheafrotherdon

When Derek’s injuries mean he and Stiles can’t get away for the weekend, Stiles takes matters into his own hands.

testing the waters - Explicit - grimm

Prompt fill: “I would LOVE a future!fic where Stiles randomly bumps into Derek, maybe in nyc. He’s in college now or maybe even post college, and this is their first time interacting since Derek left Beacon Hills. Stiles is obviously SMOKING HOT now and Derek finally got his shit together and is a successful 30 something.”

This all came from a conversation with my sister, @motheatenscarf

Klingon #1: Did you know humans have an honor culture?

Klingon #2: Pfaugh! What do HUMANS know of-

Klingon #1: I didn’t say they share OUR honor culture, fool; but they really do have their own. Watch this. HEY, STARFLEET!

Human Science Ensign nerd: …What?

Klingon #1: I have here an Andorian frost pepper, hot as anything your SOFT little planet can produce. Hotter, I have heard, than even your ‘ghost pepper.’

Human: …Mazel Tov.

Klingon #1: I dare you to eat it.

Human: Are you insane? Hell no.

Klingon #1: (sigh) it appears you were right; humans truly ARE all cowards. I had hoped for more from one who is not so timid that he quakes at the thought of sailing the stars, but-

*Human stomps over, eats entire pepper while maintaining eye contact despite turning bright red and weeping uncontrollably*

Klingon #2: …Fuuuuuuck

DO u think the last time LEna ate with someoNe was with LEX, AND EVER SINCE HE WENT TO PRISon, SHE Ate alone for years AND yhe first shared meal was w KARA and the donuts
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AND SHE GETS SO NERVOUS SHE JUST Picks at the donut n SHE DOESNT Actually eat any bc omg what if I get frosting on my face so she suffers with bejng hungry while w Kara and thag makes me want to cr y

@nerdaday

anonymous asked:

Riley and Lucas making cookies together super fluffy and cute

a/n: thank you so so much for this prompt anon! again, sorry it took so long to get to. i’m trying to crank these out as quickly as i can. also, this might not have been exactly what you were looking for, but it’s still super fluffy and involves baking, so hopefully you still enjoy! 

word count: 1,350

“Lucas Friar, I swear if I see you grab one more of those cookies….” Riley scolded, slapping her boyfriend’s hand away from the cookie cooling rack, which currently held almost two dozen sugar cookies, that were waiting to be frosted. Lucas held his hands up in surrender, but not before placing a cookie into his mouth. She narrowed her eyes, before shaking her head and directing her attention back to the batter that she was mixing.

“I thought that you said I could help, you’re not letting me do anything.” He practically pouted and she raised her eyebrow at him.

“That’s because all you were doing is eating the batter!” She exclaimed, turning around to look at him, he merely smirked, taking another bite of the cookie in his hand. “And now all you’re doing is eating the cookies.”

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A/n: This probably sucks but I really wanted to get something done for you guys.

4. Is that my shirt?

From the first prompt list:

11.What’s with the box?

80. Teach me?

93. It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion.

The first annoying habit J noticed Y/N had was untying things. She was extremely good at it, sometimes doing it unconsciously. He first found it out when he tied her to the bed and she was free in thirty seconds. She didn’t notice until he pulled away and glared at her.

“What?”

It was also the first time he decided she was annoying, in a non-hateable way.  The next thing he didn’t like about her was the fact she was so modest. He walked into the kitchen one day and caught her making breakfast in a baggy T-shirt and underwear, so he just sat back and enjoyed the show. She didn’t realize Frost was there until she turned around and almost had a heart attack.

“Why didn’t you tell me someone was here? I would have put on some pants.”

“You just answered your question.”

Another thing she did was pick on Frost, but this didn’t bother him that much. Until one day she started crying. He asked her what the hell was wrong with her.

“Frost doesn’t like me!” She wailed, causing him to roll his eyes and shove her into his side while he rubbed her back.

“He doesn’t need to.”

“But whenever I try to talk to him he just glares at me.” She sniffed. J scoffed. He’s heard her try to talk to him before, and it’s no wonder why he didn’t reply.

“Jeez, dude. What do you eat? Miracle Growth?”  One time Frost tried to teach her how to fight. He showed her (or tried to) how to take down a man his size. He taught the moves in slow motion and they ended in a position with his back facing towards her and she had his neck in a choke hold.

Can’t we just kill them with kindness?” She then climbed up his back and hugged him from behind- like he was giving her a piggyback ride. He was convinced this woman would get him killed.

Or another time when she was at the bookstore and Frost was in charge of watching her.

“‘How to look good over 40’. Hey, Frost! You should check out this one.”

The next day she noticed Frost being exceptionally nicer to her.

On to the next annoying habit, she had a knack for questioning him, something he hated.

“Sorry.” She apologized one evening when she bumped into him.

“Don’t apologize. It’s a sign of weakness.”

“Really? I thought it was a sign of strength.” He paused and thought about it, then he smacked her on the butt and told her to stop questioning him.

Next; She was terrified of bugs. Terrified. He found this out when he went to look in their cabinets and saw all of their cans were missing.

“Y/N, light of my life, thorn in my side, where’s our food?” He found her in the bathroom throwing cans of food at the spider in the bathtub.

“Shoot it! It’s not dying! Why is it not dying?!”

Next; stealing his clothes. The first time she did it he didn’t really mind and found it kind of cute.

Is that my shirt?” She was wearing one one of his button-ups and reading a book. Her nails were slightly bleeding from where she’d been biting them unconsciously while reading. Another annoying habit that he thought was cute at first until she started bleeding. The good thing about it was that he always had to kiss it better. He walked over to her and gently eased her hands from her mouth, and then he proceeded to kiss each tip until she smiled.

“It smells like you.” Since he was already turned on from seeing her in his shirt, reading, and wearing those dorky glasses, he quickly shut her book and turned her whine of protest into a moan. He had a thing for smart girls.

She started wearing his clothes more often, but since she was significantly shorter his larger clothes always dragged on the ground, causing her to step on them. If he could cry, he would have when seeing the mess she made of his favorite crocodile coat, with the ends all scuffed up and dirty. She cried when he yelled at her, but later he just ordered another and got an extra for her too.

The next thing was kind of cute, and he realized the word ‘annoying’ had a positive connotation when used to describe her. She didn’t think so and often pouted when he told her just how annoying she was. Y/N wasn’t ‘bad’. She was sensitive, shy, and never saw anything bad until J killed someone in front of her. He understood she wasn’t made for this life. Apparently she didn’t.

“What’s with the box?”  J was getting ready to deal with a snitch until Y/N interrupted him. He was taking his ‘toys’ out of a box, and getting ready to play.

“Nothing, doll. Go back upstairs and plug in your earbuds.” She ignored him and stared at the guy.

“Who’s he?” J growled at her stubbornness. Annoying.

“Can I try? Will you teach me?” He had to fight the urge to put his hand over his heart, pride welling up in his chest.

“Sure, pumpkin.” He’s confused when she walks away, but she assures him she’ll get her own ‘torture tools’. The confusion kicks up again when she comes back when a bag of Doritos. He leans back against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest as she forces the snitch to bite into the dorito vertically. The edges hit the roof of his mouth, and while it’s uncomfortable, he’s thankful it’s her ‘torturing’ him instead of J. Y/N looks for J in approval and squeals as he smacks her butt. He decides to humor her.

“Get upstairs, you naughty girl. Daddy don’t know what’s gotten into you but we need to fix this rebellious phase.” J whistled as she trotted upstairs, his eyes on her butt the whole way. He sighs and turns back to the snitch.

“Weeellll, I won’t be able to play with you like I hoped, but I do have a sweet little girl upstairs who’s in need of a lesson.” The guy felt a wave of relief come over him.

“So I guess this means I’m done playing.” J took out his gun and shot the snitch in a place that would ensure a slow death, before taking off and running up the stairs.

“I’ll try to keep it down, but no promises!” He cheerfully yelled. The slam of a door and a squeal was the last thing the guy heard before passing out.

Next pet peeve; her obsession with his butt. J knew he was a good looking guy, but her harassing him was where he crossed the line. He first noticed a drawing on her desk that was a cartoon version of him. She labeled his backside ‘the booty’. She couldn’t figure out why he didn’t talk to her for hours.

Another thing he never thought she’d take to was slapping his butt. His forehead creased and he scrunched up his face as she wolf-whistled.

“It’s a shame you have to sit on something that pretty.” He ignored her and tried to leave the room.

“Aw, c’mon, J! You have a nice butt! Why don’t you dance at your clubs? I’d pay to see it.”

It’s a real shame no one asked for your opinion, then.”

Next; she chews on things absentmindedly. One time when they were at the club she got bored during a business meeting so she started chewing on his phone. If he could cry….

She chews on her straws, and so does he, which caused a problem when they had matching cups.

“Which one is mine?”

“I chew on my straws.”

“I do too!” She gasped and gave him a cheerful smile, happy they had something in common.

“Well, shit.”

Next; Y/N watches a lot of YouTube videos and tends to pick up their dialect. He remembers one time a henchman she didn’t like stood next to her and she yelled,

“Get your hand off my penis!” J had a client he was talking to and he wasn’t happy. When J glared at her, she bit back a smile and said,

“Are you waiting to receive, my limp penis?” She started laughing before she could finish the sentence and J ended the meeting early. He didn’t find it funny.

Last thing; She calls him spoiled. Every time she sees his gold chains she laughs, and he can’t leave her alone with his business associates because she talks about him behind his back.

Oh let me go open the door for Primadonna.”

J growled as he thought of all the things she did that pestered him. He stared at her while she slept. Small snores, that he has come to love, bringing him back to reality. He ‘gently’ shoved her shoulder and startled her awake.

“What?”

“Stop being annoying.”  He snapped and pulled her to him, aggressively nuzzling into her hair.

Fly Me To The Moon

You woke up to the sweet smell of bacon coming from the kitchen.  Your eyes darted open and you quickly jumped out of bed, running downstairs to eat.  Frost was cooking away at the stove in his suit. Well that’s not what I was expecting. You thought to yourself.  You secretly hoped J would be the one preparing you a huge breakfast, but you knew that would never happen.

“Good morning Y/N.” Frost said casually as if nothing was strange about this scene.  

“Good morning Frosty….Can I ask why you’re cooking all this?  I mean, it’s nice and all but this is definitely not part of your job description….”  Seeing Frost first thing in the morning making you a feast for breakfast was certainly never something you thought you’d witness.

“Well,” Frost spoke as he flipped a pancake expertly, “Mr. J is going to be very busy today, and he instructed me to make sure you’re taken care of while he’s out.  I figured I’d start with feeding you, so here I am.” Frost smiled, another thing you never thought you’d witness.

“I can’t argue with J’s orders.” You said giving Frost a wink.  You walked up to the large kitchen island and hopped up on one of the stools while Frost began to lay the food out in front of you.  Pancakes, bacon, eggs, hash browns, fresh orange juice, Frost really went overboard.  Not wanting to wait another minute, you grabbed your fork and started scarfing down the food.

“Whoa, it’s like you don’t eat, you just inhale.” Frost said Jokingly.

“Ha-ha very funny Frosty,” You spoke between bites, “I don’t have any plans for the rest of the day so I was thinking I’d just clean up around the house.  You can take a few hours to go out and do whatever you need to do if you want.”

Frost worked constantly, J never gave him any time off.  You figured you were just going to stay home all day and do some housework, so there was no reason Frost needed to be watching you.  Not to mention he deserved a few hours to himself.

“I don’t know Y/N, boss told me to keep an eye on you-”

“Frost, you can be back before J and I won’t tell him.  It can be our little secret.  Go enjoy yourself.” You smiled and continued eating as Frost gave you a small nod of appreciation and walked out of the room.

After eating practically everything and stuffing yourself to the brim, you decided it was best to get the day going.  You went up to your shared master bathroom and took a quick shower before walking into your massive closet to pick out something to wear.  Hmmmm what to wear, what you wear….You thought to yourself before flashing a cheeky smile and picking up your favorite shirt of J’s.  It was just a white button up dress shirt, but it was always perfectly ironed and soft.  On you it was practically a dress so you figured that was a good enough outfit and made your way back downstairs to get to cleaning.  You were never much of an organizer growing up; however, with all the madness going on in the mansion all the time, you began to find it therapeutic.

Walking into the living room, you noticed that it needed some work.  The house was always pretty clean as the maids took care of all the vacuuming and dusting; however, the henchmen and J had a tendency to never put things back in their place after using them.  Well if I’m gunna get the organizing party going, I better put on some music. You walked up to the stereo system and just pressed play.  “Fly Me to the Moon” by Frank Sinatra started playing throughout the whole downstairs.  J is such an oldie when it comes to music. You smiled thinking about him.

You got to work picking up after the henchmen and J, getting lost in the music as you did so.  You swayed your hips back and forth, dancing around the room.

You lost track of time and didn’t realize how long it had been since you started until you turned around and immediately gasped as you saw J standing behind the couch watching you with his silver grin.

“Well, well, well….what do we have here.” He growled, trying to contain a laugh.  You were so embarrassed and you felt your cheeks heating up.  You could only imagine how silly this looked and you couldn’t find any words.

J put you out of your misery by speaking up again, “I like your shirt, I wonder where you got that from.” He made his way slowly around the couch, walking up to you as he reached out and pulled you closer to him by the white fabric.

“I figured you’d be gone a while so I’d get some cleaning done….” You whispered, still feeling shy from being caught.

“You’re quite the dancer Y/N, I might have to put you in one of the cages next time we’re at the club….but then again, I don’t want anyone else lusting after you.” Always so possessive, I love it.

J smirked as if he could read your mind before looking deep in your eyes and beginning to unbutton your shirt, “You have five minutes to get upstairs and in bed, doll.  Daddy needs to remind you how to be a good girl and not take my things.”

I guess I need to wear his clothes more often. 

anonymous asked:

Jaytim 43

This is a continuation of this drabble from earlier, in a verse in which Jason adopts a little girl, Toni. 

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“Nice apron.”

Jason carefully sets the hot cupcake pan on a trivet and nudges shut the oven door with his foot. “Thanks.”

“Let me guess,” Tim says, leaning against the counter nearby, “Toni picked it out?”

“Quite the detective you are, dear.” 

The apron in question says, Kiss the cook! Leave the cook alone before you get smacked with a ladle.

“So what’s up,” Jason asks, slipping off the oven mitt. “Did we have plans today?”

Tim sniffs the cooling cupcakes appreciatively. “No. A little birdie told me I should come by. And look-y here, I found cupcakes.” 

“They’re not for you,” Jason says, lightly smacking Tim away. “They’re for school. An honest to fuck bake sale. I didn’t think those actually happened.”

“Can I help?”

Jason narrows his eyes, regarding Tim with suspicion. “You just want to eat them. You’re gonna sneak them when I’m not looking.”

“Well. I might. One or two,” Tim confesses, because they both understand each other too well for him to try to lie. “But I really do want to help.”

“…Fine. Here.” Jason passes over a tray of cupcakes that have already cooled, and a bowl of purple frosting.  

“Cool, cool. Does this mean you’re gonna look the other way while I eat this?” Tim asks, peeling back the paper of a chocolate cake. 

Jason grimaces. “Yes, because you’re a disgusting savage about it.”

“You think it’th thexy,” Tim mumbles around a mouthful. 

“Just frost the damn cupcakes.”

Tim swallows. “You should eat one too. It’ll make you feel better.”

“I feel fine.”

“Sure. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Jason picks up another bowl of frosting, this one blue, and beats it with a whisk. Even though it’s already smooth. 

“Bullshit,” Tim and Toni say at the same time as she walks into the kitchen. 

“Hey, kiddo.”

“Hey, Tim.” The ten year-old climbs up on a bar stool and levels Jason with a flat look. “Talk to your boyfriend, Jason. I got him over here for you, now let him fix whatever pissed you off.”

“First of all,” Jason says, pointing at his daughter with the whisk, “language. Second, I don’t need anyone to fix my problems for me. Even Tim. And what do you mean you got him over here?”

“She texted me.”

Toni says, “You were mixing the cake batter like it was a criminal, and talking to yourself.”

“Was not!”

“Totally were, you weirdo,” she shoots back. 

“Jason,” Tim sighs, “just tell us what’s bothering you.”

“Fine!” Jason throws his hands up, but he’s still holding the whisk and blue frosting splatters across the counter. “I’m nervous, okay? The other PTA moms are gonna be judging me, and those women don’t think I can handle raising Toni by myself. So I’m gonna show them that I can handle this! They’ll eat my perfect cupcakes and their words.”

“Honey, I’m sure they’re not-”

“They are, Tim. I can see it on their faces.”

“Okay.” Tim wants to wrap Jason in a hug, but now’s not a good time for that, he can tell. “Okay, so we’re going to make the most perfect cupcakes ever. You used Alfred’s recipe?”

“Of course.”

“Well, then they’ll be the best thing at that bake sale,” Tim says, and Jason relaxes a fraction. “Now let’s make them all pretty. You want to help, Toni?”

“Yeah,” the girl says, taking the blue frosting away from Jason. He lets her. 

Tim says, “It’ll be okay, Jay. What those women think doesn’t matter.”

“You’re right,” Jason sighs. “I know. It’s just. I don’t want to mess this up, you know?” And he’s talking to Tim, but looking at Toni. 

“I know. But you’re doing just fine.”

“Thank you, Tim.” Jason picks up the now cool pan and turns it over, popping out the next batch of cupcakes. “I kind of hope Brenda chokes on these.”

Joker/Harley Nonsense

[Just random fluffy nonsense/cheesy scenarios/Headcanons that are totally not serious but I have been picturing the SS versions of them doing in my head]

1. Headcanon: It has become well known that Harley is extraordinary at baking but she can’t cook. There have been casualties. 
“I made lasagna guys! Eat up!” 
Frost couldn’t say anything while Harley was still in the room, so all he could do was watch knowing that he would have to potentially find two more guys to replace Dakota and Gunner.
2. The Joker and Harley totally steal each others shit (but technically most things are fair game). 
“Harleyyyyyyyyyy!” Mister J’s growl came from his wardrobe and I paused in the application of my lipstick.
“Yes, puddin’?”
He came out of his wardrobe looking irritated. “Have you touched my gold rolex watches?” 
I casually turned my body a little bit so he couldn’t see how pretty they looked as cuffs on my upper arm. 
“No,” I did notice something else though. 
“Is that… is that my Ruby dream on your lips?” I asked.
He scoffed, “It’s red.” 
Walking over to him I gave him a kiss. “It looks better on you anyway.” 
“You did take them you little-”
“They look better on me!” I danced away from him before he could grab me. 
3. Harley has a big appetite that Mister J finds amusing, impressive, and disgusting.
4. Harley is a cuddler, Mister J is not. When Harley cuddles Mister J he is like a cat, a hissing, growling little cat. 
5. Harley keeps trying to find something to bake that Mister J really likes. When she does he never admits to liking it, but he will shoot anyone who tries to have any.
6. Harley wears a pink fluffy rabbit onesie around the house. 
7. Harley bedazzles Mister J’s things in a way that he is cool with.
8. Harley bought Mister J’s purple cane.
9. Sometimes they do the odd domestic thing that makes Mister J irritated but he also doesn’t mind it. 
Sticking my earring in I walked into the bedroom where Mister J was getting ready for the club tonight. Walking over to him, I put a hand on his shoulder so he turned.
“What?” He growled. 
Silently I undid a few buttons of his dress shirt, fixing his chain so the latch wasn’t hanging down. 
“Get off,” he grumbled. 
Smirking I placed a kiss on his cheek, wiping the lipstick I left behind with my thumb. On my way out I stole one of his jackets, hearing him sigh audibly. 
10. Mister J is the one who tattooed Rotten on Harley’s face and you cannot tell me otherwise.
11. Harley keeps bringing home kittens and Mister J keeps getting Frost to take them back. 
12. Mister J has a ten second limit (sometimes shorter), a person can look at Harley for usually ten seconds and if they exceed that they dead.
13. Mister J has a daddy/sir kink
14. Mister J is also big on the BDSM, he digs handcuffs. He is almost always the dominant one but he is always pleasantly surprised and intrigued when Harley tries to get the upper hand.

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I remember a day I listened to this song
It was the last time I saw you
I remember I was eating cake
I was trying to keep my make up from smudging while eating it
It was too sweet vanilla with frosting
I remember staring long and hard at this cake
While you spoke at me
You asked if I would dance with you
I stared at the cake still
I was cold
Rude
Scared most of all
I couldn’t face you when I’d say I’d never do it
Then I danced to this song with my grandfather
He’s been a great dancer always will be
But he was a terrible father
Just like you are

Hey. Your imagines rock! Can you do one where the reader is short and curvy with an afro and is dating T'Challa, who is helping her to on a diet (even if he thinks it’s unnecessary) and he catches her eating cake and she tries to deny it (even though there is frosting all over her lips)? I’m looking for humor! If so, message me once it’s finished?

Here’s the thing, you like yourself. You do. All in all, you’re cool with your personality and you love your hair in it’s usual short afro.

Though that doesn’t mean there are things you don’t want to fix.

Well, T’Challa would disagree with you using the word ‘fix’, seeing as he thinks nothing is wrong with you to begin with. The diet was your idea, and you convinced him to help you, which was a chore in and of itself because he thinks you’re perfect as you are.

He’s so sweet that you can’t stand it, sometimes. He still obliged you though, never being able to deny you anything for long. You’re his weakness, and he knows it.

And cake? Cake is your weakness.

And that’s why you’re looking at your (very amused) boyfriend and trying to swallow the cake in your mouth because maybe if you do it fast enough he won’t notice–

“So I see the cake is–” he starts, smiling lightly at you.

“What cake?” you ask, eyes wide. Maybe if you deny it enough–

“The one you happen to be eating.” he laughs, looking at you fondly, “I can see the icing on your lips.”

“I’m not eating anything.” you insist.

“Are you really trying to–”

“Trying to what? Stand here innocently while you accuse me of eating the cake I definitely did not eat, by the way?” You say, chin high in defiance.

“I can see the frosting.” T’Challa says, trying not to laugh, “You’re standing rightin front of me.”

“I will not stand here and be accused like this.” you say, raising your chin higher and trying to look as haughty as possible before you try to walk passed him.

He doesn’t let you. Instead he catches you around the waist and kisses you in the middle of a laugh, until you’re giggling too.

for @cupcakequeen1999

3rd Advent Joker Imagine

Originally posted by imnathbtw

Originally posted by notwhenyoushoot

Your P.O.V.

Since it was just a few weeks to Christmas, I decided to do something nice. J and I had already decorated the beautiful tree so that was one less thing on my Christmas to do list. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cookbook so I could find something special, gingerbread recipe.

I read everything I would need and then I made sure we had those ingredients. flour,baking powder, sugar, syrup,salt…check! Then I started making the dough. I put on some music and just like that time passed kinda quickly.

After nearly finishing the dough, I heard someone coming in. ‘’It smells wonderful in here!’’ My boyfriend ,the Joker chirped happily and came into the kitchen. I smiled and turned around to face him. ‘’Since you were so good with decorating the tree, won’t you help me out with these?’’ I asked him innocently while showing him the huge amount of gingerbread dough I had made. His blue eyes looked at the dough and then at me.

‘’If I can taste some as well’’ He tried to make a deal. I knew he could get a stomach ache from it, but he didn’t mind. ‘’Okay’’ I approved and put the bowl on the table. I grabbed some flour and spread it on the cleaned table so we could roll out the dough and start cutting out little gingerbreads. Joker grabbed the molds from the counter and came back.

‘’You got flour on your nose baby’’ He giggled as he watched me. ‘’I’m a hard-working woman J’’ I said proudly while throwing a rolling pin for him. J grabbed it quickly and gave me a strange look. ‘’But I think you have the strongest arms. You would be great at rolling out the dough’’ I smirked and looked at his biceps. J worked out with me in the gym a few floors down, but he was stronger. ‘’Okay boss’’ He sighed teasingly. He was the boss here, but I felt like sometimes he allowed me to boss around. Not too much, but a little bit and I didn’t mind.

‘’Be careful, don’t press it too hard or else it’ll stick to the table’’ I told him like a coach and stepped next to him. He nodded and allowed me to throw a little flour between. Soon we had a nice flat dough on the table and it was time to start cutting out the gingerbreads. We grabbed some molds and pressed the dough. I picked some heart shapes, reindeer, santa, a pig as Joker used his special molds we got last year. He got a gun, a clown but also the gingerman molds. We put them on baking trays and into the oven.The leftover dough was on the table and I knew that J would eat it with no problem.

‘’This is kinda fun’’ He admitted while chewing the sweet dough. ‘’Oh we haven’t even reached the best part’’ I chirped while thinking about what was left. ‘’Well at least I have’’ He winked ,talking about the dough. ‘’Well maybe for you but we’re going to decorate them. I got some frosting and more decorations’’ I told him while walking to the cabinet. I took out the small box with everything we’d need.

‘’I’m going to make one that looks like you’’ He smiled at me. ‘’I thought I would make one like you’’ I giggled and grabbed a bottle of green frosting. ‘’How sweet’’ J chuckled and kept eating the dough. I would have felt sick by now, but it was clear that he liked it.

‘’Well we have a lot to do. We could ask Frosty to come and frost them as well’’ I thought out loud. J looked at me with a smile. ‘’Do you think he’d take it personally?’’ He asked me with amusement obvious in his voice. ‘’We’ll find out!’’ I answered and then got up to go and get Frost.

Chapter 161: HOW AM I NOT GOOD?!

Note: Read the notes at the bottom for clarification. Remember, NO SPOILERS PLEASE, in the comments or anywhere on this account. I have not finished the novel. I stopped reading for now so that I can translate. No copy/paste and all that other shenanigans either. Vote/likes are highly appreciated. (◎ヮ◎)

I PROMISED there will be three chapters didn’t I? ٩(๑❛ワ❛๑)و Well….

NUMERO THREE is AQUI! (‾͈̑ ◟  ॢ‾͈̑๑)ഽ̵ᵘഽ̵ᵘ४꒰ ꒱

I want to thank everyone for being so patient with me and hoping for my health to be better. I’m still a bit sick, but rest assure, the medication is working….very slowly. Also, I’m always thinking when I can update for everyone so please don’t worry that I won’t update! I even sneak and translate at work at times hahaha :P *hugs*

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Pre Kerberos Sheith HCs

⁃ Shiro filmed Keith for the duration of a week before the mission so he can look at the footage of Keith while in space
⁃ Most of the clips are Keith laughing, sleeping, concentrating, or laying in the flower fields or on the courtyard on campus.
⁃ Shiro has an entire folder on his camera roll of Keith photos and most of them are snapchats filter ones.
⁃ His lock screen is of him and Keith doing the dog one ( I need to finish that drawing oops)
⁃ Keith would sometimes draw Shiro when he wasn’t paying attention and/or sleeping
⁃ Shiro has no art skills but Keith adores every portrait he has sketched for him.
⁃ Keith and Shiro swapped clothing before they left and Keith kept shiro’s vest, hoodie, beanie and gloves. Shiro got to bring one of Keiths beanies but only because he snuck it on the ship.
⁃ Before the mission they would stay up late planning out when they would talk to each other during the mission.
⁃ They skipped class a lot so they could spend as much time together as possible
⁃ Being at the top of their classes the teachers didn’t seem to mind tho
⁃ They called each other pilot and co-pilot when they first started dating.
⁃ They both were roommates that were awkward towards each other at first but slowly got used to one another after they both realized how much they had in common.
⁃ Keith constantly bashes on how shiro’s awful diet giving him a slender form is not possible.
⁃ “ all u eat is easy mac and frosting how the fuck are u thin????”
⁃ Shiro at first thought Keiths conspiracies were annoying but he slowly learned to love hearing Keith speak and talk about things he’s passionate about
⁃ While Keith loves exercise and being active, Shiro would rather die than do the mile again. He faked it in high school. He’ll do it again.
⁃ “ I’m literally gonna be sitting and flying a ship why would I need to know how to do push ups for that?!?”
⁃ Shiro has an awful caffeine addiction and slowly got Keith addicted as well
⁃ The constant taste of sweet coffee on Shiro’s lips when they kissed in the morning got Keith addicted.
⁃ Whenever Shiro got stressed with schoolwork Keith would make him some tea and they would lay on the bed and watch cartoons together.
⁃ ( I like to think they’re the same age but idk fam it doesn’t matter to me- as long as Keith is 18+ (which is canon now lol) I’m all on this ship yo)
⁃ Matt was originally going to be Keith’s roommate but got out lucky since his dad worked there and Shiro was forced to b the roommate instead since he couldn’t afford a single dorm.
⁃ Matt made a good choice.
⁃ Shiro was out as gay before he even met Keith.
⁃ Shiro’s old ex girlfriend ( she a hoe) tried flirting with Keith but Shiro wasn’t having it.
⁃ “ this is my boyfriend, Move I’m gay” *pushes her out of the way*
⁃ Keith was very quiet at first and Shiro honesty thought it was the cutest thing until Keith’s first fight on campus.
⁃ Dat boi scary af when he mad tho

*All i got for now I’m so tired rip my soul*

Christmas season with Harry would include:
  • Putting up and decorating the Christmas tree as soon as it’s December 1st
  • Harry managing to tangle himself up in the lights somehow
  • Him hanging up ornaments on the higher part of the tree while you focused on the lower half so the tree was evenly decorated
  • Dancing to Christmas music while arguing over whether the tree needs more ornaments—which it definitely does
  • Harry insisting that you two bake cookies afterwards to keep up the Christmas spirit
  • Listening to Harry sing along to Mariah Carey’s All I Want For Christmas and him nailing all the high notes
  • Doing a duet of Baby It’s Cold Outside
  • “Can we put sprinkles on these cookies? Like red and green ones for Christmas?” “Well not all of them, Harry. We’ve gotta frost them.” “Let’s just do both!”
  • Noticing him eating some of the cookie dough and him acting all sly about not getting caught but choosing not to ruin his ego by admitting you saw him
  • Him insisting to hang a mistletoe on your bedroom doorframe as if he needed more of an excuse to kiss you
  • Coming home early one day to see him in the process of wrapping gifts for you and him releasing a shriek before forcing you to loiter in the bedroom until he was finished
  • Noticing that his presents were all perfectly wrapped with a bow while yours seemed to look like a five year old wrapped them
  • Each of the boys stealing a dozen of cookies whenever they drop by
  • Constant sweater weather and having the honor to see Harry curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped tightly around him
  • His sweater paws clutching around his hot chocolate to warm his cold hands
  • “Do you know what I heard was the fastest way to warm up is?” “What is it, Harry?” “Sex.”
  • Harry setting an alarm for 9:30 on Christmas morning so you two can actually accomplish something before noon—when you two normally wake up
  • Him being very eager and enthusiastic as he passes you gift after gift from him
  • Harry saving one smaller gift for last and making you blush when you saw the skimpy lingerie in it
  • “I was saving the best for last,” He whispers in your ear, “and I was hoping I’d get to see you in it tonight… You know, as another special present.”
Mutou Boys (Mobiumshipping x Reader)

I haven’t seen any of these anywhere, so I thought I’d change that. For all of you who can’t decide between three sexy, amazing guys. AU to make this easier to write.

One Saturday morning, you were on your way to the Kame Game Shop. Yuugi had called you earlier, saying that they guys wanted brownies. And since you could actually cook, unlike Yami, he had asked if you would come over and make some. You said you would, mainly because it was basically impossible to say no to Yuugi. The crisp November wind bit at your face. You pulled the collar of your jacket up higher. You too could go for a nice, warm brownie.

       When you got to the game shop and went upstairs, you found Yuugi and his older brother Yami waiting in the living room. “Hey guys.”
       "Hey, Y/n,“ they greeted. You took off your coat.
       'Where’s Atem?
       "In his room,” Yami said. You nodded. Atem was the guys’ cousin who had come from Egypt to live with them several months ago. To you, he seemed like a solid mix of both Yami and Yuugi. Physically, he resembled Yami, though with a darker complexion. Like Yami, he seemed confident, but like Yuugi, he was quiet. He preferred to listen and observe rather than talk. The way he held himself almost seemed regal. You had gotten to know him a little, and found he was actually pretty cool. He was actually really smart and quickly became the best in your grade. He even helped you out in the subjects you weren’t too great him. He had a way of explaining things that made even the most difficult and complex things easy to understand. Atem was rather interested in the country and culture, so you had shown him around Domino City and told him about Japan. It was a fun day. You were there to see his reactions to things they didn’t have in Egypt. Needless to say, some of them were hilarious.
       Yami took your coat and went to hang it up. You turned to Yuugi. “How’s he doing?” The smaller boy sighed.
       "I still think he feels like he’s not sure where he belongs.“ You nodded.
       "Give him time. It takes a while to get used to a new place.” Yuugi nodded. Yami returned.
       "So,“ he said with a grin, "brownies?” You rolled your eyes.
       "Yeah, yeah.“
       "I’m going to go talk to Atem,” Yuugi said.
       "I guess that means I’ll be helping you,“ Yami said with a mischievous grin. You narrowed your eyes.
       "I’ll be watching you,” you warned. Yami’s grin only grew.
       Atem sat on his bed, deep in thought. There was a knock on his door and he looked up. “Come in.” Yuugi walked in, shutting the door behind him.
       "Hey.“ Atem smiled at his younger cousin.
       "Hey, Yuugi. What’s up?” Yuugi sat next to him.
       "You’ve been kind of reserved lately. I was just wondering if there was something bothering you?“ Atem smiled.
       "It doesn’t have anything to do with moving here, if that’s what you’re thinking.” Yuugi shifted awkwardly, averting his eyes.
       "I wasn’t thinking that…“ Atem chuckled. "So, what is it then?” The smile on Atem’s face slowly disappeared.
       "It’s… It’s our friend, Y/n.“
       "What about her? Did she say something?” Atem shook his head. “Did she do something?”
       "… In a way…“ Yuugi’s eyebrows furrowed.
       "What do you mean?” Atem sighed and looked at his cousin.
       "I think… I love her,“ he said softly. Yuugi smiled and put a hand on his cousin’s shoulder.
       "Yami and I do too.” Atem looked at him.
       "Really?“ Yuugi nodded.
       "Yeah.” They could hear you and Yami in the kitchen.
       "Yami, no! Stop it!“ Silence. "Yami! Stop eating the frosting!” Yami’s laughter sounded, followed by your threats, “I swear to God Yami, if you throw that frosting I will eviscerate you!” Atem cracked a smile while Yuugi laughed.
       "We show it in different ways. Yami has his way, which is basically teasing her and causing mayhem" There was a crash.
       "Yami Mutou!“ Atem laughed and Yuugi shook his head.
       "I try to keep her happy. We hang out and play games a lot.”
       "Does she know?“ Yuugi shrugged.
       "I don’t know. She knows we care about her, I just don’t think she knows how much.” Atem was nodded and resumed his quiet thinking. Yuugi watched him. “Do you think we should tell her?” Atem looked at him.
       "I… don’t know. What will she think? What if she doesn’t like us that way? Or what if she’s uncomfortable having all three of us?“ Yuugi gave a small smile.
       "There’s only one way to find out,” he said encouragingly.
       "Y/n, come back!“
       "No! Get the fuck away from me!”
       "But Y/n!“ The door opened and you walked in, soon followed by a grinning Yami.
       "Yuugi, I’m going to kill your brother.” Yami chuckled and threw an arm over your shoulder.
       "You wouldn’t do that,“ he said with a smirk, "You love me too much.” Atem and Yuugi exchanged glances. You rolled your eyes.
       "Yeah, yeah,“ you said, pushing him away playfully.
       "What did he do?” Atem asked. Yami began to laugh while you glared at him. You turned to Atem, pointing at the laughing teen.
       "This motherfucker kept making a mess while I was trying to bake.“
       "I was helping,” Yami said. You glared at him.
       "Eating my frosting and tickling me while I work is not helping.“ Yami grinned.
       "You love it.”
       "Fuck off.“ Yami only smirked.
       "Hey, Y/n?” Yuugi asked. You stopped glaring at Yami to turn to your adorable friend.
       "Yeah?“
       "Do you mind if Atem and I talk with Yami for a moment?” You nodded.
       "Yeah, sure. I’ll go clean up the kitchen, something I would have had done earlier if someone hadn’t been dicking around.“ Yami grinned and winked at you. You stuck your tongue out at him and left to go clean up the mess in the kitchen. Yami turned to the guys.
       "So, what do you want to talk about?” he asked, leaning against the wall.
       "Atem loves Y/n too,“ Yuugi said. Yami looked at his cousin with raised eyebrows.
       "Really?” Atem nodded, unsure how Yami would react. The eldest shrugged.
       "Well, I can’t say I blame you. She’s pretty amazing.“
       "Well, we were thinking about telling her,” Yuugi explained. Yami’s eyes flickered in realization.
       "Oh,“ he said.
       "Yeah.” Yami ran a hand through his hair.
       "Like, now?“ Yuugi nodded. Yami sighed.
       "Well, I guess it is time, huh? It’s been what? Two years for us?” Yuugi nodded. Atem looked at him.
       "Two years?“ he repeated. Yami nodded.
       "Yeah, we’ve kind of been putting it off. Not sure how she’ll react, you know? But I guess we’ve been delaying long enough, huh?” Yuugi nodded.
       "It’s time.“
       "Who’s going to tell her?” Atem asked. The three teens looked at each other.
       You had just finished wiping down the counter when the guys walked in. Yami whistled. “Well, that was fast.” You arched an eyebrow.
       "I can usually get things done quickly when someone isn’t distracting me.“ Yami grinned. Yuugi elbowed him and he nodded and cleared his throat.
       "Em, Y/n? The guys and I wanted to tell you something.” The instant change in his demeanor caught your attention.  
       "Tell me what?“ The three of them exchanged a look.
       "Well,” Yuugi said nervously, “we, uh, want you to know that, um…” He looked at the others for help. Atem spoke up.
       "We all care deeply for you, Y/n.“ Yami nodded.
       "Yes, and that won’t ever change.” Yuugi nodded. Atem sighed.
       "What we’re trying to say is that… we love you, Y/n, all of us.“ You blinked in surprise. At first you thought they were kidding, but the looks on their faces told you otherwise.
       "You do?” you asked softly. The three of them nodded.
       "We know that you probably don’t feel the same about all of us,“ Yuugi said, "or even any of us for that matter.”
       "But we figured you should know,“ Yami continued.
       "And no matter your decision, we’ll always be here for you,” Atem finished, “All of us.” You smiled at the three guys, blinking away the few tears that had welled in your eyes.
       "Oh, come here, you three,“ you said, pulling the into a group hug. "You guys are just the fucking sweetest.”
       "So, your fine with this?“ Yuugi asked timidly. You smiled and nodded.
       "Of course, you’re my guys, my Mutou boys.” You gave each of them a light kiss before the timer went off. You smiled. “Now, who wants brownies?”

anonymous asked:

Murasakibara and Nebuya both eventually admit that aside from her beauty and personality, one of the biggest pros of them having a black girlfriend is how she exposed them to soul food.

I love this ask and because I got about three of these, I think this will combine a few others that I had. The song I thought was relevant was Cornbread and Collard Greens by Fantasia. Enjoy the soul~

 

Murasakibara was a titan that was always eating sweets, candies, and other various foods. He needed and wanted to eat and when you two started dating, he was ignorant to the fact that you could cook so well. You were so beautiful to him; rich brown skin with a strong and loving personality—and one hell of a cook. He hated eating anything that looked green but the way you seasoned it…. he couldn’t understand how he lived his life without you. Every day after school he would follow you to your house to ask you to cook for him.

“______-chin will you make me some food tonight?” He asked while munching on chips.

“Yes baby I will. What do you want?” You smiled internally because it was nice to have a man who always wanted your cooking.

“Neh, I want those little brown cakes you make.”

“You mean cornbread?” You asked giggling.

“Mhm. And the stuff with the white frosting.” He asked putting a chip in his mouth.

“You mean the sweet potatoes with marshmallows on top?” You were shaking your head and laughing at his description of the food. Opening your front door you let him in and sat your bags down next to him at the kitchen table. You made some cornbread, fried some chicken, and heated up his other favorite foods. In the end, he had a plate with collard greens, sweet potatoes, okra, smothered chicken, and a bit of gumbo in front of him.

“Is there anything else you want, Atsushi?” You asked.

“Just seconds, ____-chin.” Murasakibara took a bit out of the cornbread and hummed happily.

“_____–chin is the best cook,” He said taking another bite, “Ah, _____-chin is the best girlfriend ever.”

“And you’re my sweet potato pie.” You kissed his cheek and sat down next to him.

Well, momma did say the best way to a man’s heart is through his stomach.


Baby, and you’re my sweet potato pie

Sugar, you know you are


Nebuya was not a man who ate second or third servings. Nebuya wanted fourths and fifth servings, which you were happy to give him. As a black woman who knew how to cook, you had many tricks up your sleeve and knew how to always keep Nebuya wanting more. 

“______-chan this chicken is awesome!” He yelled with a mouth full of meat.

“I’m glad you like it, honey.” You were sitting across from him just beginning to eat while he was finishing up.

“If this is what you eat at home, I wanna come back with you!” He burped and wiped his mouth and leaned back in his chair.

You laughed and swallowed your food saying,

“It’s that good to you? Soul food got you good, huh?”

“Well, I mean, you are really great _____-chan.” He said looking at you with a serious face and a light blush. You looked up from your plate and let him continue.

“You are really sweet, and uh, you’re really pretty too. I mean, aside from all that, you cook really well too. It’s like your cooking just for me and it makes the food even sweeter.” He said shrugging a bit and looking at you anxiously.

“Aw, your so sweet baby. You know I love cooking for you!~” You said getting up and walking to his side of the table, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Nebuya, gaining his energy back, laughed powerfully and said,

“I’m still better than those collard greens and cornbread, though!”

“You have some nerve, Nebuya.” You said, nudging him with your hip.


Even got the nerve to say you’re better than my momma’s

Collard greens and cornbread, yeah

The truth is, I never wanted something easy to begin with.

I have always wanted to dance with the catastrophes dressed as a beauty and squeeze the cactus as if it is someone’s hands because I like the pain it brings me. I wanted shattered glass tiles beneath my feet and volcanoes exploding in my heart every time your fingers traced my bleeding lips. If I am being completely honest, I loved watching people walk out the door just so that the sparks of adrenaline would eat me alive while I ran after them because chasing has always been my game. Not that I love doing it, it pushes the will of doing better in me.

I am difficult to love— that I know. I am both blaze and frost. I am a breathing irony of everything you want and everything you hate. I am a whirlwind of light in an ocean of darkness. I am a swimmer in the same ocean people drowned me. I neglect normalcy; I love oddity. And if the people who stays around me doesn’t understand that, then I would rather watch their backs leaving than having them stay here and ask me why I like being hard and different. Because the last thing I want right now is another pile of expectation I’m just going to throw at the bottom of the ocean. I already lived a lot of years being hushed, I’m not letting that happen again. Today, I am strong. I will be for as long as I can.

So! I gained 420 followers a while ago, and meant to do this. I guess I’ll do it know even though I’ve gained even more (Thanks, I love you guys!)
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