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September 2007, Willow Creek: Louisiana 

Autumn…the year’s last, loveliest smile 🍂🌆🌰  Part 1

casual fandom appreciation

We all appreciate fandom authors and/or artists, but sometimes reaching out to them can be a little hard. Whether it be timing, shyness, anxiety–it’s all understandable. However, if you’re like me, you’re left feeling like you wish you could have at least said something. Reblog this post if you want people to know your inbox is open to appreciation. Send 3 words–anon or not–to describe what you love about the author/artist’s work. This allows people to say what they need to say, and you don’t have to worry how you say it!

RFA+V+SAERAN: Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

A/N: Here guys, I wrote this MONTHS ago (like right before we made the blog. It’s kinda like a part 2 to the one I wrote about who’s a doodler or a writer) And I figured i could give y’all something to read <3 ~Admin 404

*YOOSUNG:

               -Pretty sure I’ve already established that this guy is a DOODLER

               -He’d doodle anything and everything

               -Stars, MC and himself, animals

               -Tries his hardest to professionally draw his LOLOL character

               -He’s the type to write out his characters stats on said piece of paper

               -  Kind of like Dungeons and Dragons

               -No inch of the paper is left blank

               -It makes no difference to him if the doodles overlap, they’re all beautiful in his eyes!!

               - Yoosung, sweetie, we can’t hang this up in a museum I’m sorry

*ZEN:

               -Are you kidding

               -Rewriting your lines is the best way to memorize them!

               -Some of the lines are written multiple times in a row

               -Others, you can’T EVEN READ THEM

               -ZEN AT LEAST BE ORGANIZED ABOUT THIS???

               -They’re written up, down, side-ways, diagonal (how do you read this, I’d get a headache)

               -“Babe, can you help me with this? Just read it and tell me if I’ve gotten it right!”

               -Uh, yeah, okay sure um lmao

               -You’re turning the paper around in circles to read the lines

               -“NEXT TIME WILL YOU JUST WRITE NORMALLY”

*JAEHEE:

               -Poor baby is so over worked, she’d probably be so confused over a blank piece of paper

               -“This…. is blank?? Shouldn’t there be reports printed on this so I can proofread?? What is hAPPENING”

               -Honestly just stares at the paper for a while before it finally clicks

               -“Hey, I don’t have to work on this, this is GREAT why don’t I have MORE blank pages of paper????”

               - Uses it as scratch paper to test if her pens are working

               -Doodles little angry emoticons every time she thinks about Jumin and his stupid projects

               -Really has no other use for this blank piece of paper

               -Doesn’t want to use it for work but also just….doesn’t…know…what to do

               -Yet, every time she comes across one in a folder, she brightens up a little

*JUMIN:

               -“This… is blank. This should not be blank. Who compiled this folder? Did they mean to leave a blank page at the end? Why is it-” JUMIN P L E A S E

               -No more files to look through? No more reports?

               -Welp, this blank page is now filled with more information on the project he was working on at the time

               -Hand writes notes on the paper and keeps it with the file

               - Why can’t you…I dunno… do something fun with it

               - Dammit Jumin

               -If he isn’t using the paper for notes, he’s using it to keep track of his future project ideas

               - “Cat hotels, cat wine, cat cat cat cat

               -Makes sure he finds this piece of paper is as organized and pretty as he finds Elizabeth the Third MC

*SAEYOUNG:

               -Memes

               -Seriously what else is he gonna do with his spare time

               -If he’s (surprisingly) not drawing memes on said piece of paper, he’ll write on it

               -…..write….in….BINARY

               -“Saeyoung you keep handing me this paper but I have no idea what it says”

               -“Figure it out :^)”

               -He likes to see how frustrated you get when you spend hours trying to figure it out on your own

               -You’d just Google it but he shut off the WiFi

               -He’s decided that he’ll write cute little messages in binary every time he finds a blank piece from now on

               -“This better not be a meme in binary, Saeyoung.” “MC! I would NEVER!”

               - Okay but this dork actually writes such sweet things to you, and can’t wait until you actually figure it out

*V:

               -“??? MC? Why are you handing me a blank piece of paper?”

               -Will probably be confused as well, but will quickly think of something to do

               -If you’re sitting with him, he’ll ask you to play silly little games with him!!

               -Tic-tac-toe! Dots and boxes! Pictionary!

               -Loves to mess with you when you play

               -“MC, look out the window, do you see that bird? Isn’t it beautiful? What are you talking about? I’ve had this many boxes before you turned around”

               - Always smiles and laughs, giving himself away

               -If you aren’t around to play, he’ll probably write cute messages for you to find around the house

*SAERAN:

               -“Saeran! Here! Draw your feelings on this piece of paper!!!”

               - Saeyoung, that’s a bad idea…

               -He’ll accept the paper, but waits until his brother leaves the room

               -Doesn’t draw on it, but scribbles words onto it that he hides from you

               -He calls Saeyoung back into the room as he folds the paper into an airplane

               -Aims for his “Idiot Brother’s” face

               -Leaves the room in disgust when Saeyoung starts to pout and fake cry

               - Y'all know the paper just had a big “Fuck You” written on it

               -You can’t even deny it

Aphelion

A MHA fanfiction. Chapter 1.

AO3

Summary:

Izuku has been kidnapped by All For One, for reasons the young boy doesn’t understand. He is forced to stay at a rundown facility, surrounded by villains and, for all he knows, completely without help. In-between his attempts to escape or learn why he has been stolen, the young boy spends his time with a near-comatose man who seems strangely familiar. 

Trigger Warnings for: kidnapping, body horror, and medical torture


Aphelion: The point in an orbit of a planet, asteroid, or comet where it is furthest from the star of it’s focus.


“Are you sure taking the boy was the right idea?”

“Doubt? I’m surprised.”

“You shouldn’t be.”

“You know how rare quirklessnes is. We had to take advantage of it while we could. It was … wise of you to contact me.”

“Humpf. What are you planning to do with him?”

“There’s never any harm in diversity.”


Izuku Midoriya had been missing for three weeks. The thirteen year-old boy had left his school and never made it home.

The search had started, logically, around the route the boy took every day to get back to the apartment he and his mother shared. The boundaries of the search were widened when they didn’t find anything. Three days into the expanded investigation they had found Midoriya’s cellphone at the bottom of a canal.

Many of the officers, veterans in the game of ‘Search and Rescue,’ felt that they weren’t looking for a boy anymore. They were looking for a body.

Inko Midoriya, however, refused to give up hope.

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richjake stuff (chapter 1/?)

here’s some shitty richjake i promised some one super cool. also, just as an announcement, i have no idea where this whole thing is going, so enjoy i guess! there’s not many warnings, but suicidal thoughts are mentioned very briefly and the boys have some cry time (it gets better don’t y'all worry, i’m planning on doing multiple chapters) edit: if y'all actually like this story could ya check out the other chapters? like i know this one is popular bc a good blog rb it.
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Rich felt like shit. He usually did, but he didn’t usually burn down houses; let alone his best friend’s house. Nothing he could do about it now. The bleached tiles and hospital food was driving him crazy. He overheard the doctors suggesting that he go to a psychiatric hospital to be evaluated. The only thing that made this situation a bit better was the fact that he miraculously got Jeremy as his hospital-room mate and not some random old guy with tuberculosis. Although Jeremy was out cold, Michael visited him everyday.
“Hey, Rich,” Michael said, waving. Rich returned the greeting before staring off at something across the room. “Are you okay, dude? Anything you need to talk about? I can’t say that I know how you feel, but if you want to talk about anything I’m here.” Rich did want to talk about it, but ever since the SQUIP deactivated, his stupid lisp came back. He swore he heard some of the nurses laughing about it at some point. He just shook his head in response. Michael smiled and nodded. His eyes returned to Jeremy. Rich admired their friendship. Even through the SQUIP incedents, they were able to overcome everything. He guessed that it was because they had such a history together.
Rich didn’t have that with anyone. Sure, he was friends with Jake, but that was only after his SQUIP took over. Jake never liked the real Rich Goranski. He didn’t know about the lisp, the anxiety, and especially not the suicidal thoughts. And he didn’t plan on bringing them up again; the last time he did that he hurt so many people. Even with the SQUIP gone, Rich knew that he was going to keep up this charade for as long as he could. There was no way in hell he was going back to the way he was.
He was suddenly ripped from his thoughts when he heard the door open. A nurse was pointing in his direction; then in came Jake. Rich could barely fucking look at him-at what he had done. Both of Jake’s legs were broken and he looked exausted. Jake thanked the nurse before slowly making his way past Jeremy’s bed and over to Rich. He plopped down in the chair that was closest to Rich and leaned his crutches against the wall. Michael stood and pulled on the curtain that separated the two sides of the room.
“I don’t want to be invasive. I know it’s just a curtain, but you don’t have to worry about me,” Michael said before closing himself off from Jake’s side of the room.
“I would ask how you’re doing, but I can kinda guess,” Jake chuckled. “What’s up, dude. I haven’t seen you in like forever.” Rich couldn’t bear to make eye contact. Why was Jake beeing so cool about seeing him? Rich had just burned down his house, broken his legs, and was now a completely different person than the one that Jake had been able to tolerate. Part of Rich just wanted to be alone and wallow in self-pity, but the other part of him wanted to just get all this over with.
“Why did you come here?” Rich looked over at his concered friend. He was honestly taken aback by the emotion that Jake was showing. Of course, it was appreciated, but it was something Rich would have never expected. “Like, I burned down your house and your legs are broken. Why the fuck would you even want to see me?”
Something in Jake’s eyes softened when he finally connected his gaze with his friend. Slowly, Jake reached out a hand toward Rich, giving him time to make a decision. Rich just turned his head away and closed his eyes. He felt a large hand gently rest on his arm. “I came to make sure you were doing okay. I just really want you to be okay, after all the SQUIPs and evrything,” Jake murmured calmly.
“You know about the SQUIP?” Rich asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking (and his lisp from being too prominant). Jake nodded and explained he events of the play, ending his ramble with clarifying why Jeremy was in the hospital, too. Rich turned his away again. He didn’t feel like he could cry in front of Jake. Crying was not cool.
“Hey,” Jake whispered. “it’s okay, dude. I know that things are fucking awful, but please try not to worry about anyone judging you. I will beat the shit out of anyone who tries anything. We all miss you; I miss you. If you need to cry or talk or anything, I’ll be here for whatever you need. I only had a SQUIP for, like, less than an hour. I can only imagine what it was like to live with that for two years. I’m just sorry that all this happened.” Rich felt hot tears on his face. He sluggishly moved to look at Jake; he was crying too. The tears flowed freely through closed eyes. Rich threw his head back against the flat hospital pillow and sobbed openly. He hoped Jake wasn’t looking. Crying was not cool. Jake gently shifted his hand from his friend’s arm to his hand. “We can get through this, okay? I’m always here.”

lol about jaemin

Jaemin’s probably not smiling. 
 He missed his group’s first triple crown.
 He missed his unit’s first ever comeback.
 He missed his group performing and winning ‘Best New Male Award’ at MAMAs.
 He missed so many interviews.
 He missed his units own NCT Life.
 He missed his units first fansign.

 Jaemin’s probably not smiling. ):

He probably hasn’t seen his friends for a while other than school, maybe they aren’t even talking as much anD wants to fite ren bc Jeno is hIS. He probably wants to feel that nice rush of adrenaline and excitement of being on stage in front of hundreds and thousands(?) of people who appreciate him a lot. He probably just wants to walk freely without feeling pain - but he’s probably sitting at home or at the doctors, trying to heal because he has no other choice other than to sit and stay still. He’s having back problems, and surely, he’s not okay. He wasn’t taken proper care of since trainee days.

anonymous asked:

Why do you assume that all heterosexual females wanna use gay men as "accessories"? Hunny I have a good credit score and a mall 8 minutes from me. If I want an "accessory", I'll save myself the time and stop by there, get me something that isn't gonna talk back. Of course gay people are oppressed, and I 100% support y'all, but trust me, straight girls should not be your biggest concern when Mike Pence is in office.

HOLY FUCK

anonymous asked:

drabble prompt for malec: "who was your first kiss, alexander?"

worth the wait | malec | 350 words

Magnus gives an exaggerated shudder as he finishes his story and Alec laughs louder than is probably warranted, the wine he’s been drinking loosening his tongue even as it makes his limbs heavy, leaning further into Magnus as the night progresses.

Magnus drops the playful grimace he had affected for his tale and smiles softly at Alec, tracing lines against his forearm, his arm still wrapped around Alec’s shoulders from the moment they had settled down on the couch together.

Alec can’t help but think this might be the best night of his life. It’s not that they’ve done anything particularly exciting, but even just sitting here talking, slowly getting to know one another, it’s… indescribable, honestly. He never thought he’d get to have this.

So of course the next words out of Magnus’s mouth have to ruin it.

“What about you, darling?” Magnus asks. “Who was your first kiss?”

Alec feels the blush creeping up his neck almost immediately. He remembers Magnus’s initial shock – and dismay? – when he first realized Alec had never been in a relationship before. He swallows thickly.

“Alexander?” Magnus prompts softly, his smile becoming a tiny bit guarded as he realizes something’s wrong.

Alec clears his throat lightly and plays with one of the rings on Magnus’s hand, twisting it back and forth to give himself something to do besides look at Magnus’s face.

“I don’t have to tell you that story, you were there,” Alec says eventually, trying for a joking tone that doesn’t quite land.

“Was I?” Magnus says, the confusion evident in his voice. Then after a beat it must click, because he lets out a soft breath and squeezes Alec’s arm gently.

“Alec-”

“Don’t,” Alec asks softly, finally looking back up at Magnus’s face. “I just- please?”

Magnus eyes light with understanding and he drops a soft kiss to Alec’s forehead before settling back and filling the growing silence with another outrageous tale. Alec listens to Magnus’s voice and eventually lets himself breathe again.

It may have taken him awhile to get here, he thinks, but Magnus was worth the wait.

Nothin quite like dealing with all of your mental illnesses all at once at 3AM.

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Commission time!! Woo!

Here are the things I WILL NOT do:
-NSFW or highly suggestive things (no budging on this one, this is a heck no)
-Anthro/animal characters
-Excessive gore (I’m good with a little bit, but not a lot)
-Complicated designs like full-body armor
-Armor in general, it’s not exactly my strong suit
-Complicated backgrounds

Things I might do:
-Multiple characters (add half the cost again)
-Stuff involving blood

Things I am 110% good to do:
-OC’s
-Fan art
-Drawings of someone based off of a photo
-A very simple background

Keep in mind that I reserve the right to refuse a commission for any reason

Awesome, how does it work?

Send me your commission request with details (the more specific the better) to the email address otterbug23@gmail.com (also I’d like you to include your tumblr username, it helps me keep track of who you are)

Payment:

USD through PayPal. ½ after we’ve agreed on the commission, ½ when I’m done! PLEASE don’t send me funds until I’ve requested them! PayPal only likes things being done a certain way, and if we deviate from that, I can get in a lot of trouble. So I’ll send you an invoice! I can walk you through payment with invoices if you need me to, don’t worry :D

I’ll send you a non-watermarked image, but if you post the picture anywhere, please credit me! Simply saying “x made by otterbug” is good enough, and an actual link back to my blog is even better! I also might post a watermarked version of the finished product here on my blog.

Questions?

You can send me an ask, a message, or an email! I promise I don’t bite

If you can’t afford a commission right now, that’s fine! I totally get it! But if you want to get the word out to others, reblogging this really helps!

The gang is back! And this time, their enemy will be tougher to take down than ever…their worst nightmare! 

Coming Soon To A Computer Near You

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A pen tranquilizer. It’s a standard that everyone must carry one outside the agency.