It’s funny, the anon hate sender calling ME a joke while hiding under anon. Attack kids in crisis, and then tell me how much of a joke I am for calling you on it. Who has more balls, the anon coward or the person who stands behind EVERYTHING she says?
You’re probably are unable to follow my logic. Let me help. Me. I have more balls than you. You’re the joke.
I honestly don’t understand why Monsta X isn’t more popular and why the fuck they haven’t won on any music show. Their songs are catchy and powerful. The rap parts are to die for and the singers have beautiful voices. Their choreographies are amazing and so visually stunning. Not to mention the boys themselves are so handsome and have such fun personalities and remarkable stage presence. I hope this comeback will be the miracle they need like HYYH was for BTS
Will come and sit on your keyboard while you're trying to do stuff cos he thinks he's far more interesting to look at than whatever that boring shit on your screen is. Plus he's hungry. Always hungry.
Never moves. Like ever. Sometimes you have to poke him just to make sure he's still alive. And then after you've poked him he'll hiss at you. But he loves you deep down, probably because you bought him a fluffy bed.
Pounces on your head every morning to wake you up cos he loves you and wants the first thing you see in the morning to be his furry belly.
Walks across the table to get to you and knocks off a) your coffee cup, b) your laptop, c) your entire collection of glass figurines, d) all of the above.
Will be constantly rubbing against you. Like as soon as you get home he just suddenly appears and rubs against your legs. It's rare for you to get out the house without fur all over you.
Always chasing stuff. Legit, if it moves, he chases it. Butterflies, spiders, dogs, pokemon, anything. Also eats whatever he manages to catch. So hide your other pets...
That crazy ass kitten that just runs around everywhere. Will legit try to run vertically up your walls, so keep him supervised at all times. And watch out for him randomly hiding underneath your legs when he gets freaked out by another cat, especially if it's female.
in maryland, they stop at a 24-hour diner in baltimore and a bunch of
rowdy looking street punks crash their table to invite them to a
warehouse party that johns hopkins students are throwing just a little past the
notorious art kid-filled copycat building. henry is practically falling asleep in the
booth but mention of a skate ramp and bonfire and a dancefloor wake him
right up and they agree to go because why the hell not – and it’s
everything they were promised and more. gansey gets drunk and kisses a
frat boy who looks a whole lot like declan lynch while henry and blue
dance with the same girl between both of their bodies (her name is
mikaela and she’s a printmaking major but what really matters is that
she’s warm and giggly and more than happy to be in the middle of a
in pennsylvania, they drive through expansive rural farmlands that are
lush and green and the air smells sweet and crisp. they stay in an old
colonial-style cottage that’s said to be haunted and stay awake all
night pretending to film their own spoof episode of ghosthunters. the
only problem is that blue actually can kind of feel something
even though she can’t see anything, and henry is freaked out of his
mind at the thought; gansey pretends it’s noah and proceeds on as usual.
they end up with some entirely hilarious voice recordings of henry
admitting that he’s actually highkey scared of old haunted houses while
blue tries to sound way more chill than she actually feels and gansey
rambles on about electromagnetic fields and energies.
in nebraska, they roll through omaha and stay at an airbnb owned by a
kid named ricky with bright hazel eyes and a cute crooked smile who has a
huge map of the US on his wall filled with pins of roadtrips he’s taken
in the past. he tells them all about the one that he’s planning up to
canada henry is beyond thrilled to geek out about vancouver a bit. they
buy a bottle of patron from the liquor store across from ricky’s house
for only $14 (gansey is blown away by how cheap it is to buy liquor
here?!) and make margaritas and drink them in an inflatable pool in
ricky’s yard. the room they sleep in has blankets draped from the
ceiling and christmas lights strung around the walls and a nintendo 64
in the corner with a tupperware bin full of games. they play mario party
2 until it’s nearly one in the morning before all passing out in a pile
on the queen-size mattress that takes up most of the floor.
in colorado, they stop at a strange little cantina nestled in the mountains that has the best salsa blue has ever tasted and real cowboys sit in the booth opposite theirs. blue spends the entire meal trying to eavesdrop on them while gansey gives henry a thorough history of how cantinas came to be. henry steals more than a few sips of the beer gansey ordered with a fake i.d. that ronan dreamt him up and may or may not get quite buzzed when gansey orders a glass of over-proof bourbon for him; blue watches amusedly as henry gets increasingly more handsy and affectionate with gansey. by the time they finish eating and get back in the car, blue’s stuck driving because henry insists that he and gansey have to snuggle in the backseat, they just have to, okay?
in utah, they spend a few days in the uinta national forest to camp and
explore a bit. while searching for a good place to pitch their tent and
build a fire, they come across a group of train hopping kids who’ve been
camping near a little creek. blue is instant friends with a girl who
introduces herself as cosma; they start weaving little crowns from the
long strands of grass and weeds while chatting about the stars. gansey
strikes up an intellectual conversation with this stoned kid named
sequoia and impresses him with tales of welsh kings. henry plops down
besides a girl who’s doodling flowers and britney spears lyrics into a
beat-up sketchbook. she calls herself sprout; henry proceeds to call her
lentil and alfalfa and every type of sprout he can think of and she
laughs and laughs and laughs. they all build a fire together that night and smoke a little weed while sitting around it - they toast marshmellows over the fire and talk about love and blue braids cosma’s hair and they all howl like wolves at the night sky and sing silly songs to the moon til the sun paints the morning sky a dusty pink.
Due to a lot of people requesting for more Otayuri fic recs from me, I have decided to make these rec lists a weekly thing! I’ll probably post one every Saturday with ten fics (maybe more, maybe less, it depends) included.
That being said: PLEASE, PLEASE GO AND CHECK OUT ALL THE OTAYURI FICS ON AO3, NOT JUST THE ONES ON MY LISTS IF YOU CAN…!!!
They are ALL so good and wonderful, and I feel so blessed that there are so many wonderful writers in this fandom. My rec list is just a compilation of my personal favorites for people who don’t have time to go through the tag regularly!
I hope you guys enjoy (I know I sure did hohoh…)! <3
Back and Forth (oneshot, sfw) by kiyala (don’t think they have a tumblr)
THIS FIC KILLED ME. IT JUST UTTERLY WRECKED ME. GOD. There will be one scene in this fic (and you’ll know which one when you get there trust me…) where you will just be UNABLE TO CONTAIN YOUR SHRIEKS OF LAUGHTER AND AMUSEMENT… Be ready for your heart to melt into a puddle of warm, squishy goo. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
I already recced this fic on tumblr but I shall rec it again. I am also in the process of drawing fanart for this fic. That’s all I have to say. (No, really, GO AND READ THIS AND DIE FROM THE SHEER HOTNESS AND UST OF IT OKAY, YOU WILL HAVE NO REGRETS I PROMISE).
Stupid Ideas (oneshot, sfw) by JeSuisLePomme (don’t know their tumblr either rip)
I DIED. I JUST… DIED. THESE TWO ARE JUST SO AWKWARDLY BUT BREATHTAKINGLY IN LOVE??? WHAT ARE FEELINGS??? I DON’T KNOW???
Another fic from one of my favorite writers I’m crying??? I love how subtle yet powerful their writing is… Every sentence is one part of an intricate puzzle. Anywho, THERE’S MEDAL KISSING IN THIS FIC…!!! SO GO READ IT!
On Love: Agape (oneshot, sfw) by Kima (don’t know their tumblr ahhhhh)
THERE’S LETTER WRITING IN THIS FIC. AND RUSSIAN SWEAR WORDS. AND AWKWARD CONFESSIONS. WHAT COULD BE BETTER???
Damian as a college student: My college had an orientation weekend for all the
freshmen, which is pretty common as far as I’m aware, but it pretty much felt
like summer camp for 400 some freshmen with like 100 upperclassmen running
things and I just couldn’t help thinking of what Damian would have done and
ended up writing this drabble.
everyone, I’m Hannah your O-group leader and I’d like to welcome you all to
your first semester! So what we’re going to do is some get to know you games.
First though how about we just go around the circle and say our name, where we’re
from, and one fun fact about ourselves. So my name’s Hannah, I’m from Coast
City and I spent the summer working as an intern at Ferris Air.”
continues to go around the circle and Damian learns his classmates play an
array of sports and instruments, won various awards, and come from all over the
country. By the time it gets to be his turn he has no suitable fun fact that wouldn’t
compromise his identity.
My name is Damian Wayne, I am from Gotham City and I-” am Robin, was trained to be an assassin since birth, have died and come
back, count metas and a kryptonian as my best friends, I’ve led the teen
titans, have been to space multiple times… “have a small wildlife preserve
at my house. It includes a cow, some horses, dogs, cats, a turkey, and some more
introductions conclude and they move onto the next game, something called the
Great Wind Blows. The whole circle stands and one person enters the middle,
they say something about themselves and whoever else that applies to must run to
another spot in the circle, the last one still moving ends up in the middle
next. -tt- This is ridiculous. What could
any of these people possibly have in common with myself. The first person
is a girl who introduces herself as Joan and then she recites her fact as per
the rules, “The great wind blows if you… have an adopted sibling!” Damian moves
into the center of the circle, slightly in shock. Joan takes his spot and no
one else has moved.
both have an adopted sibling?” Hannah asks kindly, trying to encourage them to
little sister, her name’s Emma. My parents adopted her when she was still a
baby and I was four but I love her to pieces.”
gulps and stares at his classmates, “I have four adopted siblings actually,
three older brothers and an older sister. Um, Richard, Jason, Timothy, and
Cassandra.” Hannah smiles and nods at him and he realizes this is his cue to
continue the game. “I’m Damian and the great wind blows if…” you are a black belt in at least one martial
art, know how to fence, speak more than three languages fluently, regularly
travel across the country… “you spend your summer on a farm or at summer
a few other teens shuffle around and whoever moved must once again explain how
it applies to them. A lot work as summer camp counselors but two others explain
they spend summers on their grandparent’s farm or uncle’s vineyard. “A family
friend is from Smallville, Kansas and his parents’ have myself, their grandson
and a few other friends come stay for parts of the summer on their farm.”
is surprised to find himself moving around the circle to things like “have a
dog”, “have a black belt”, “rides horses”, “watch Disney movie marathons with
friends”, “have inside jokes with your siblings”, “regularly prank another
member of your family”, “one or more of your best friends live in another state”.
was the most surprising was “have met a superhero”, since Hannah thought this
was interesting and practically everyone moved she had them all go around and
say which hero, herself having run into different Green Lanterns during her
life in Coast City. A lot were “Superman” or “the Flash” two excitedly said
they had both met Wonder Woman and Black Canary which prompted a side
conversation that needed to be reeled back in.
got around to Damian who grimaced, scrunched his eyes shut, and began listing
as fast as he could, “Batman, Robin, Nightwing, Oracle, Red Hood, Black Bat,
Batgirl, Red Robin, Abuse, Superman, both Superboys, the Flash, Kid Flash,
Impulse, Arsenal, Green Arrow, Speedy, Black Canary, Catwoman, Huntress, Wonder
Woman, Troia, Wonder Girl, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Miss Martian, Blue
Beetle, Supergirl, Stargirl, Doctor Midnight, Wildcat, Mister Terrific,
Ravager, Tempest, Aquaman, Doctor Fate, Raven, Beast Boy, Starfire, Cyborg and
I’m positive there’s some I’m missing…” He opened his eyes to see the rest of
the group staring at him in shock, mouths slack. He tried reclaiming an air of
nonchalance, “My father funds Batman Inc. Over the years I have met some rather
interesting people thanks to that.”
boy gave a low whistle, “Dude. You have got to tell me what it’s like meeting
Batman.” Damian just smirked as they moved on.
Oh I know I'll just write a thing for this trashy pairing haha how fun I'll just make it a straightforward one-shot shippy thing that I don't need to take seriously.
*Writes several thousand words of set-up* okay I guess that's fine...
*Plans layers of complicated emotional subtext* okay I guess we can have some of that *Writes several more thousand words before getting past the first real shipping scene* uhhhh okay so guess it'll be chaptered...
*Plans entire rest of story and realises it's already out of control* goddamit me why are you like this.
*robots having to spray silicone sealant on their joints so they don’t have to worry about anything important rusting over (if Ratch catches you skipping this crucial step he will weld you to a med bay and do it himself. It’s not pleasant)
*Robots pitching a fit when they get sand in their unmentionables and having to take a 45 minute shower just to get half of the damned grit out of their grilles.
*Robots playing in the water!! Dunking each other and having splash fights and all that cute shite!!
*“Hey guys the ocean is full of free dogs!!”, “SIDESWIPE, THAT IS NOT A DOG PUT IT BACK!”, *Great White: :D*
*“WHAAAAAAAAALES!!!”, “Wheeljack you cannot just rush up to them they are classified as endangered by the humans-Wheeljack? WHEELJACK NO!”
*“What is this nonsense?”, “I believe it’s called ‘seaweed’”, “…I don’t like it”
*Big ass beach umbrellas for taking nice long naps under.
*Could you imagine the sand castles though?!
“It’s a bit excessive don’t you think?”, “I don’t understand why you would say that. It looks perfectly fine to me!”, “…how many sand castles do you know have foyers, Hoist?”
*“Didn’t we have more people with us?”, “idk, man I’m still trying to get over that horde of jellyfish”, *back at the beach, Ratchet slumbers underneath six feet of sand only to awaken and emerge like some eldritch horror. People are screaming, he scratches himself at growls irritably at them before transforming and moving on.*
GOD I WISH I WAS A BETTER WRITER SO I CAN EXPAND ON THIS BUT YEAH,
Nice, the power is finally back on in my house so I can post this ;7;
A gift for @x-i-l-verify , Shiro and Tadashi and their daemons! Shiro has a Pyrenees Mountain dog, while Tadashi has a St. Bernard (thanks for typing him for me, I really love what you came up with <3)
They’re having fun chatting and sharing funny stories about their families :’)
12.13.2016 - honestly i enjoyed my bujo spread from last week a lot more than i enjoyed last week because it was such a hectic week. so many things were going on and that’s not fun when you also have food poisoning (dumb dining hall food). hopefully this week goes better.