i'm gonna miss you so much guys

Listen I’m bi as Heck and as much as I love girls, I also love boys? Boys are amazing and pure and liking boys is a wonderful feeling? I never see a lot of posts talking about cute boys so

Some Boy Aesthetics™ I’m in love with include:

Their tired grins? Have you seen a cute boy grin when he’s tired? Life Changing

Sleeves rolled up to forearms is all good and Well but also when they have Sweater Paws in their hoodies or jumpers? Makes the tallest of them seem so smol? I’m lov?

When they run their hand through their hair and it sticks up in places and it looks So Good

Collar Bones

Soft pudgy stomachs they absolutely make me melt

When ya boy gets flustered A++ Bonus points if he giggles Boys giggling is Everything

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Thank you Jennifer, Ginnifer, Josh, Jared, Rebecca and Emilie for these six magical years together. ❤️

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…I wonder if that was actually a good decision to make there, Kuroo

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Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Me: DAD WTF YOU'RE ALIVE.
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*

anonymous asked:

Just want to congrats you. You did a great job and I hope that you'll continue story to the end. And even if I'm happy, it's also pretty sad. Snowdin was and still are one of my favourite locations, so it's sad becouse we are going to leave this place with it's awesome characters.

This ask cheered me up so much <3333 I feel the love!!


Yes, I’ll miss Snowdin too, not the friggin trees but it is one of my fave places too! Luckily, Waterfall is nearby and I LOVE Waterfall. I can already predict it’s gonna give me lots of problems with lights and crystals and water BUT! I’ll do my best to keep you guys satisfied <3

I still have some pages to draw from Snowdin, so I’ll focus and bring you good stuff >:3c

Hey guys! I finally finished my first year of college and have moved back home for the summer! Today is my first free day, so I’m going to be on Tumblr (of course lolol). So feel free to message me; I’ll be answering my askbox all day~

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fic moodboard: into the blue by zarah5

erenbaegerr  asked:

Alright for the spring prompt thing. I can't choose but these are the ones that stuck out to me the most for ereri <3: 6, 9 or 24. (honestly i was gonna send all of them lmao)

Thank you so much, Nada! And how about all three? ;) I made a little adjustment to the last one and hope that is alright. 

3: “I’ve missed the sunlight.”, 6: Reunion, 24: “You know, I think you might be lucky.”

(Read on AO3). 


This Moment

The worst part of his punishment for disobedience during the battle of Shingashina is the darkness of the dungeon.

Eren can live with the memories. Has to, somehow, can’t escape them after all, even if he wanted to. All in all he’s only relieved that the ever-pressing headaches have gone and opened the way to reminiscences that aren’t his own but wanted to break free ever since…that night. At least they supply some answers, keep his mind busy when his body can’t be, distract him from the frustration boiling deep inside of him, and from the knowledge of his fate.

His last week of imprisonment he spends with endless pacing around in his cell, three steps forth, three steps back, nervously biting on his nails until they bleed, then heal, then bleed again, watching the curls of the treacherous steam with a perverted fascination and fury alike.

He knows he should be glad. In the end it has saved him. He would have died in Trost. And if not then later. Or the other time, or the other. At least like this he can fix things. He’ll fulfill his duty. And he can make certain it all stops. At least parts of it.

When he emerges from the dungeon he has come to a decision. And when he meets a pair of grey eyes that look sharply into his own from a bit lower than before—he must have grown during his locked-up state—and sees the shadow flitting over them, he knows Levi already understands.

“Later,” he says. And Eren nods. They’ve got a meeting to attend to after all.

The shadows have grown long when they find time to speak alone. Levi has left the room with the order to meet him outside HQ, with his gear and horse, and Eren has almost smiled at the words.

He does so now, the wind rushing through his hair and life rushing through his veins again as he flies through the woods, following the familiar figure in green and black, and only stopping when the sky has begun to glow under an autumn sunset of gold and red and warmth.

The sit next to each other on a high branch of an ancient tree and Eren isn’t surprised when Levi produces a couple of sandwiches from his bundle.

“I’ve missed the sun,” Eren says accepting his half of the meal. Taking an eager bite he closes his eyes and lets the light tickle his face, unable to not relax at its touch or not smile when a knee comes to rest against his own. He’s missed this just as much.

“I’m sorry for what I did,” he adds.

“I know,” Levi simply says. “How are the memories?”

“Overwhelming.”

Levi nods and a mild breeze plays with his fringe as they eat.

“You want me to end it, don’t you.”

Eren knows he doesn’t have to answer. But he has to say it and so he does. “Yes. I trust no one else with it.”

He doesn’t flinch when a cool, slender finger brushes probingly over the nape of his neck but shivers nonetheless at the intimate touch, the familiar feeling of rough callouses and the faint scratch of a fingernail. It’s been a while, but this is not the right time. They’ll have later.

“Only if you’ll help me find another way.” Levi’s eyes are firm and unyielding, his voice steady, but there’s a new frailty in his shoulders and a sorrow around his mouth that hasn’t been there before. Or maybe it has and Eren just hasn’t noticed up until now.

“I will.” He holds Levi’s gaze. “I only want it to end. I don’t want to pass it on. And I won’t waste away. Can’t.”

Levi nods. “Good.” He grimaces, averting his frown to the bleeding horizon.

“It’s alright.” Eren says. “I’m not afraid if it’s you. I never was.”

Silence falls around them.

The bark under Eren’s fingertips is rough and warm after a whole summer of heat. The leaves rustle above and send the rich scent of life through the woods. Levi has freckles on his nose, just the faintest trace of them dusting his cheeks as well, and they seem to move in the playful dance of the last traces of glowing light through the foliage.

“You know, I think we might be lucky.”

Levi gives a short snort. “How so.”

“We have this moment.”

The hand wrapping around his is strong and soothing, and squeezes to tight that no more words are needed.

“I’m not giving up,” Eren adds nonetheless. “And we both know how stubborn I am.”

“Yes,” Levi says. “Yes.”

the 2017 ver. of hello is something us LOVEs will forever cherish. no lie, i’m actually crying right now because they’ve worked so hard and went through hell and back, dealing with the possibility of disbandment and rumors that almost ruined them. ajskdkos thank u nu'est for such a beautiful gift and all the work you have done for us. we truly missed you guys so much.

 graphic designing is my passion      aight so ,,,   it’s been somewhat of a   “ bittersweet ”   return to tumblr   —   reasons being  nostalgia  +  the fact i still don’t have my shit together .   nonetheless ,   boy am i glad 2 be back in sinville !!   i deactivated my last blog before i had the chance to celebrate the year anniversary of me having a better developed muse ,   so i’ll just kinda slide that in here too .   i’ve been in plenty fandoms on tumblr over the years ,   but i shit you not ,   i’ve never felt so  welcome ,   happy ,   &   i’ve certainly have never had so many wonderful people here to support me&my shitstain of a son .   i was always so intimidated by the roleplay community for many reasons ,   but everyone here is just straight up amazing   &   kind ,   i’m always so overwhelmed by how wonderful you people are  !!!   i don’t act as open as i could ,   and i apologize for that truly   —   i guess i’m still somewhat intimated lmao .   nonetheless ,   it’s been a wonderful time   &   i look forward to interacting with more of you precious beans  !

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so I’m at the airport to go home from Texas, leaving @sauceuchiha and @neoneco and i just

these two are my best friends and I’ve had so much fun and it’s been great to see them and be able to hug each other and be dickheads in person and show each other stupid posts on our phones instead of sending them. i miss my dog and my cat but i don’t want to go home.

you guys literally caught me sooooo off guard

i was about 50 followers short last night, and i was gonna work on the thank you piece throughout today, but i wake up and ya’ll are too fast for me and i MISSED MY MILESTONE

THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I LITERALLY NEVER THOUGHT I’D GET THIS MUCH ATTENTION WITH HOW MUCH UNFILTERED SHITPOSTING I DO

Temporary Hiatus!

Alright, guys, the time is finally here (and I feel a lot less prepared for it than I expected!) It’s really ridiculous considering I’ll be back in a short matter of time, how much I need this, and how much less time I’m going to be wasting. But I’m really gonna miss you all! I love you guys very, very much, and I’m gonna miss talking to a lot of you.

There’s a small chance that I’ll be coming partially back with a new Skype in a week for those I want to keep chatting with. Also, if you have my phone number (you know who you are), feel free to text me! I can’t promise I’ll be super talkative over that either, but it’ll be available.

Anyways, from June 26th to July 17th, I’ll be MIA on social media, as I go off the grid to get my life back together and to break the latest addiction to the internet. My queue will be running, so expect to still see me on the dash. Pray that the Lord’s will for me be done during this time and that most of my goals are achieved! I also expect to be refreshed on all the new memes when I get back, ehehe.

Love you guys! <3