i'm not good at telling stories

I’ve been wanting to tell this story for a while, but I knew it would be a pretty long post. But tonight I’m bored and I can’t sleep, so I decided to go ahead and post the Cody Simpson Doll Story.

So, 2 of my cousins, my brother and I go Black Friday shopping every year. We never go to any of the super crowded stores and we usually end up just buying a bunch of random dumb shit. Last year, I bought a diecast car, a book and two bags of candy. My brother bought a deck of cards. My cousin bought Adventure Time on DVD

My point is, we’re not like serious black Friday shoppers or whatever.

Anyway, one year we went to Toys R Us. My cousin wanted a video game and he thought Gamestop would be too crowded. He got the game and he and my brother got in line to pay for it, meanwhile my other cousin and I went to look around the store.

Apparently, an employee asked my cousin and my brother if they wanted to buy a Cody Simpson doll for $1. For some godforsaken reason, they said yes and bought it.

But they didn’t tell me about it.

I was told later that they had decided “Hey let’s give this to Chance for Christmas.”

But they forgot because they’re dumbasses.

Then they remembered again and were like “well, I guess we could give it to Chance for her birthday in January.”

They forgot again. Like I said, they’re dumbasses.

They finally remembered sometime in April. My cousin threw a random gift bag at my face and told me he wanted whatever was in that bag to be my “family heirloom”.

He made a huge deal about it. He gave a speech.

I opened the bag and lo and behold. It was the Cody Simpson doll.

I ended up keeping it, mostly because my cousin yelled at me for trying to throw it away.

But also because I felt like I might need it later.

My cousin was graduating high school that year and I was supposed to give him a graduation present.

I’m sure you can tell where this is going.

I gave him the doll. He laughed and joked that he would keep it in his dorm. I thought that was the end of it.

Fast forward to that summer. We were at some restaurant, when my cousin just randomly asked me if I remembered the Cody Simpson doll.

Of course, I said yes.

So, he decided to explain what had happened to it.

Apparently he tore the doll into pieces and hid its body parts all over my Aunt’s house for my other cousins to find while they were home from college.

It started with my other cousin finding a decapitated doll head in his bedroom watching him sleep.

After that, they started hiding the body parts from each other. It became like some kind of weird ass game.

I’m pretty sure some of its body parts got set on fire at some point

I think my poor Aunt is still finding tiny plastic body parts in her house 3 years later.

Sudden realization holy fuck

Okay so everyone knows that Yuuri’s free skate program is about himself, his love for skating and the people around him. It tells of his struggles and all that good shit

So i was wondering, why is it so important that he did a quadruple flip at the end and why did it surprise Victor so much to the point that he kissed Yuuri

And then i came to the realization

Yuuri’s free skate is about LOVE and he finished it with Victors SIGNATURE MOVE.


Yuuri, our sweet and spicy katsudon confessed his love a second time. But this time Victor understood because they both speak the language of skating

sleepover friday‼️

hello my fellow buds, I’m sitting in my pjs drinking tea and I thought I would invite you all to have a lil sleepover :^))

•tell me about your crush
•send me confessions
•tell me a story
•send me funny puns/jokes
•recommend me things(movies,music, books,ect)
•would you rathers
•ask me questions
•ask for any kinda advice
•really anything at all!!😛

(I’ll be doing this all night)


This is a good Green Day story.

Short version: I got knocked out by this stage diver in Longview and Mike gave me his jacket.

Long version: Pittsburgh 2013, I was just to the right of whoever took this video. I could see when Billie was telling this girl to jump that she was going to land on me. He noticed too and gestured to me to cover my head, but security told me to hold my arms up to catch her. Should have listened to Billie because she jumped awkwardly, her boots hit me in the face and then my head took her body weight. There was blood everywhere, my glasses had broken and torn a cut down my nose, security were fussing around me with ice and water and Billie was asking if I was alright. Initially I thought I was and we exchanged thumbs up before they started Basket Case, but soon everything went black and I found myself being carried off. When the paramedic asked how I felt, I told her I was disappointed I’d lost my spot and she laughed and said that was what the last person said. I watched the rest of the show from the first aid box in a daze.

Once the show had ended, Eddie (the band’s head of security) walked up to me with something and said “Mike wanted me to give you this”. I responded “really?!” and he laughed and said “yes, really!”. It was the jacket he’d been wearing for the last few shows.

When I found my friends after the show they told me how worried the band were, which I never got to see in person but I believe them because these guys are so sweet. I wore the jacket to the next show and Mike put his hand on his heart and pointed at me. My favourite band is cooler than yours.

Side note: everyone always says they’re sad I got knocked out, but don’t be, I’m apparently made of steel. I probably had a concussion but I just got on the bus to Philly and lined up for the next show. I also bent my glasses back into shape and wore them for another year. Will get knocked out 4 Mike Dirnt.

Longview, Basket Case and She live in Pittsburgh (x) (x)


“I don’t think ‘Girl should have been canceled. We signed to do four seasons. I thought we would be able to tell stories through four seasons. That’s the way we set it up. It was going to be a remarkable final year. ‘’

“I don’t think this thing can go on three or four months without a decision,” he said. “I think it will be sooner rather than later.”

‘I can tell you, what we were doing and what we were building towards, was really good. It’s also knowing that, that makes the show ending early – it’s too bad.’ 



after the last thing i draw Jamie’s immediate response was “AU where instead of captain america for a retainer Elise has batman” 

so here’s five million doodles of Gerome doing very important retainer duties for the little Nohrian princess, he takes his job increDIBLY seriously, thank you. Unlike the other royal sibs and their Awakening!retainers he is definitely the babysitter here, I bet he’d probably be like Jakob except not a butler and five times more straight-faced. 

MY DUDES! At the end of Nogla’s most recent Guess Who video, Delirious thinks Wildcat isn’t in the call because he has him on mute and Tyler gets the boys to tell him so. After he unmutes Tyler, Delirious apologises which is all good and blah blah blah and besides the point, bECAUSE THE LAST THING TYLER SAYS IS “It was from GTA. You and Evan muted everyone.” <— w HAT TEH FUCK? WHY? WHY DID THEY HAVE EVERYONE ELSE ON MUTE? WHAT IS THE STORY BEHIND THIS? DID THEY TALK ABOUT IT ALREADY AND I JUST MISSED IT? I MUST KNOW.

okay, so here’s the original post by my teacher, mentioning your story in one assignment with HP Motherfucking Lovecraft

unfortunately, the link she posted was not to your blog but a repost on imgur: http://imgur.com/gallery/yQEus

and apparently my teacher isn’t very good at Tumblr because she said she tried to find more but somehow going to your blog didn’t occur to her? so I did that and I found a link to Wattpad, and I commented on this post to tell her the title of the story and give the link to Wattpad.

tbh I’ll most likely write my assignment on this because I love Suzy and I really dislike Angela Carter

(I’m literally going to die of embarrassment if anyone from my class finds this but I don’t think there’s a high chance of that.)

bellarke is the embodiment of the phrase ‘if you can’t tell a love story without a kiss, you’re not telling a good love story’
we don’t need a kiss to know there’s love there

icarus looks at you, tired. haven’t i fallen enough for one day? he asks.

you don’t have the heart to tell him that all the best stories are retold until they are bloodied and broken and spilling from gaping wounds; that all the good myths are rewritten until there is no more good left in them.

he takes your silence as an answer and flings himself into the sun once more.

—  golden boy, broken boy | k.t.

(what’s a wrat? dis a wrat.)

Akrona quietly walked through the halls of the ship with a smile and light spring in her step. She made her way to the galley and found Vette rummaging through the compartments.

Taking a few more steps toward Vette, Akrona tapped her on the shoulder. “What—”

“GAH!” Vette nearly jumped out of her skin, her lekku curled, and the bags she retrieved from the cabinets flew out of her hand. Spinning around as the bags fells around and behind her, Vette’s lekku unfurled themselves as she tried to collect her breathing. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“I’m sorry,” Akrona giggled, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“You Sith and your quiet, sneaky ways…” Vette muttered under her breath, recollecting the bags, setting them aside, and went over to the conservator.

Akrona made her way to the water heater, starting it up before looking for the tins of loose tea leaves and two cups. “What are you doing so late anyway?”

“Huh?” Vette looked over the conservator door she had opened. “Oh!” She closed the door and bounced up to Akrona’s side. “Slumber party!”

“Slumber party?”

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Tell me why Claymore isn’t touted as one of the best manga series like Berserk or Vagabond. 

Like you have a bomb-ass female cast, a really interesting and compelling story, good antagonists, great action sequences, etc etc, it has everything a really good shounen manga needs, so I’m really confused as to why it doesn’t get way more attention.

the-fan-garbage-can reblogged your photoset and added:

I’m going to scream.

This is seriously an amazing au. I feel the need to write for it and make cool prompts and hnnnnnnng.

But in all seriousness, this is my dream as a Fanfiction author. Well-thought out with a detailed background, it makes for a good pre-layout, much like an actual show/book would. It also has essential dynamics(Changing, Life, the whole ice scenario) that create a solid backbone for authors. With how it’s written, I could clearly see details and feel any artist wanting to create fanart for this AU could easily do it(but then again I’m not an artist so who am I to say).

It has so much potential that I can’t put it into words! It’s just so well thought out and beautiful and I seriously can’t wait to see more of it. Hell, I may even write a couple drabbles based off of it! With credit of course. An AU like this has potential for authors and artists alike to practice scenes they may not be used to writing, mainly high-action, face-paced scenes or incredibly dangerous stealth scenes.

I know I’ve gone on for so long, but I love AUs like this and I’m incredibly happy that Yuri!!! On Ice has one like it. I’ve roleplayed and written a few AUs for this series, but none have truly caught my attention like this one.

the-graceful-dahlia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”

I was way to into that…I may have to write a fic version of this because i got to the end and was like ‘awwwwwww it’s over??’ I need more!!! Permission to attempt a fic version?

vinillia replied to your photoset “INFERNO: YURI NO ICE A Yuri!!! on Ice AU *No, the title is not a typo…”


make-sterek-canon reblogged your photoset and added:

I want to read this, so interesting *___________* Someone write this!!     

all1sees reblogged your photoset and added:

holy fuck i would read the shit out of this                

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Thank you all so, so much for liking my Inferno AU, especially @the-fan-garbage-can for writing out such an incredibly detailed review ;A; Nothing can be more satisfying than people loving my world building, honestly my favorite part of creating, and especially on an original AU like this one because it means you still connected with it. I’m deeply flattered and incredibly humbled, thank you so, so much! It makes me incredibly happy to have shared something that means something to you ;A;

But if at all possible, and you may feel I am selfish for wanting this, but I would sincerely appreciate if people could hold off on writing fics for this particular AU. (simply vaguely inspired by the aesthetic and want to do your own thing inspired by but not set in this AU? Please go right ahead, credit for inspiration would be appreciated)

The reason why I request this is because this is literally just the initial post, testing the waters, a background synopsis and image aesthetic introduction, a prologue if you will to the main show, a comic series I hope to illustrate. I have intentionally and carefully omitted and glossed over many plot-essential details in the synopsis because they will be revealed in the main plot, or are part of a plot twist. Many details included in the synopsis may seem random or unimportant now, but may tie into important things in the actual story. Many things may also intentionally be confusing because they are meant to be shown in visual form (like the Medals). Other massive parts of world building are purely visual and will never be directly acknowledged in writing, but I hope that some people who pay close attention will catch them, and this may have a pretty big impact on how you perceive the AU setting as a whole.

The point is, the entire synopsis text is a very selective snippet of information meant to provide context for my main comics. It does not at all give you the full picture, nor is it meant to, because then what would be the point of the story? ^ ^; I spent a very long time planning this, not only alone but also with a friend, and I present what I do to you now for a reason.

Again, I am incredibly flattered that people feel inspired and want to read more, and I do understand personal preference and perhaps people would prefer a text-only fic where my comic-format story telling may be unsatisfactory. But please understand that it can feel a bit…well, demotivating and pressuring when I know that people are rapidly using my synopsis for their own stories, not because I am offended that it inspires creativity, but because I’ve very carefully planned this out combined with how time consuming comic-drawing can be. I do not want to feel like I am competing with others to tell my plot twists first. So if at all possible, I would like to request that I get to tell my own story first, the story that the post was created for.

If for some reason you do not wish to grant my request, please understand my wanting to not see your posts, not because I am not interested or do not respect your creativity, but because of the reasons I stated above.

Thank you very much for your understanding, and I sincerely hope that you will support and encourage me in finishing this AU. m(_ _)m

The FAHC hear about Dan long before they meet him. Gavin rarely speaks about England, deflects questions of his past with practised ease, but what stories he does share are invariable entwined with Dan. The best friend from back home, childhood guardian, family of choice. Quite literal partner in crime.

The way Gavin tells it he and Dan had each other and little need for anyone else; a perfect partnership that carried them from childhood mishaps to petty crimes to full scale felonies. The story is never really told in full but it doesn’t take a genius to piece together that the two grew a little too adventurous for their own good, a little too cocky and sure of of their abilities, and someone took notice. Things got too dangerous so Dan signed up and shipped out and Gavin went remote; moving most of his dealings online, where he eventually caught Burnie’s eye, moved to the US and made his mark in Los Santos. It’s a simple enough conclusion if not a particularly glamorous one, and Gavin is still in regular contact with his old friend, occasionally sharing various updates with them all.

They know Dan’s ex-military, know he’s apparently an establish mercenary these days with a reputation of his own, but all this knowledge is hard to take seriously when it’s filtered through Gavin’s stories of loveable, puppyish best buddy Dan. The man who always followed Gavin’s lead without question, who’s never really been the brains but has always had Gavin’s back, who has Gavin chattering away on the phone at top speed, accent thick and unintelligible with a strong undercurrent of affection.

It’s hard not to feel some amusement when Gavin tells them all about Dan’s latest adventures, the wacky disasters and embellished-sounding achievements; it’s not that they think it’s a lie, exactly, but everyone knows how easy it is to be blinded by adoration and warm nostalgia, and by now they’ve all got a certain kind of image in their minds. Dependable sidekick Dan, friendly backup muscle Dan, maybe we should make sure someone over there is looking out for him Dan.

So when Gavin announces that Dan is finally visiting, buzzing about the penthouse like a hummingbird on speed, it really doesn’t cross anyone’s mind to be in any way concerned. To be anything other than mildly pleased at the chance to finally put a face to the name. Whenever Gavin spoke of him he’s been Dan or B or, when Gavin is particularly snippy, Daniel. Gavin’s never offered a last name and no one has ever pushed for one; other than the offer to keep an eye on the man, which Gavin laughed off, there’s really been no need.

An oversight Geoff quickly comes to regret when the man who turns up is definitely not what they were expecting. He’s got a nice face, sure, all smiles and laugh lines, no doubt flirting up a storm with every pretty girl he sees, but he’s physically intimidating, as tall and broad as Ryan, comparatively enormous when he squeezes Gavin into a bear hug. Anyone who’s looking can see all the tells of a very dangerous man, and Geoff is never not looking. He’s not the only one, Jack’s spine snapping ramrod straight while Michael and Jeremy hover closer to Gavin than strictly necessary, Ryan tensing in a flash of recognition that has him muttering a name at the same time as Dan introduces himself.

Not for one moment had anyone considered the possibility that Gavin’s Dan might turn out to be be Daniel Gruchy, the only known half of the SMG, the UK’s infamously untouchable fixer crew; known as much for their secrecy as for their skills in everything from the acquisition of delicate information to the acquirement of misplaced items and individuals.

Geoff is pretty sure there are some unsubstantiated rumours suggesting the crew has connections to a few of Europe’s more influential disappearances but he doesn’t know, had never really looked into it – wouldn’t have even known about SMG at all if not for the necessity of monitoring the balance of powers anywhere he does business. He hadn’t thought it was something the FAHC would ever have to worry about. Doesn’t rightfully know if they have to worry about it now, with an unknown mercenary in his hallway and his oblivious, emotionally-compromised frontman bouncing about half incoherent with excitement.

That is until Gavin pauses to take a breath, catches sight of Geoff’s shocked expression, and grins, sharp, smug and utterly vindictive. Of course. Of course Gavin is not only fully aware of what his friend does for a living but has intentionally withheld that information to leave the crew blindsided by the realisation. Chances are he knows exactly what kind of unflattering assumptions they’ve all been making about Dan’s character and this is merely his usual underhanded flavour of revenge. Perfect.

A battered duffle-bag is abandoned near the front door as Gavin drags them all into the living room, shoving Dan onto a couch and flopping down next to him, bossily poking and prodding in a way that really doesn’t seem advisable, if not for the easy familiarity between the two. Because even seated and exuding exhaustion Dan carries that familiar air of danger, coiled strength and resting violence, relaxed but carefully alert in the same way Ryan is never really shut down. The same way any predator is always watching for potential threats, yet there he sits, almost comically placid as he complies with Gavin’s every whim, and in an instant something clicks in Geoff’s mind.

Michael and Jeremy have already succumbed to temptation, eagerly pressing Dan for mortifying stories of Gavin’s youth, but if Ryan’s huff of surprise and Jack’s quiet little ‘huh’ are anything to go by then the Gent’s appear to be as in sync as always. A silent exchange of looks is enough to reach an agreement, raucous laughter and squawking protest following them down the hall as they slip into the privacy of Geoff’s office, Jack immediately grabbing the laptop while Geoff and Ryan get on their phones, each reaching out to any and all contacts they have across the pond as they try to work out what the fuck is happening.

Because Dan is the more recognisable face of the SMG, yes, but everyone knows he has a partner, the strategist to his raw strength; the mercenary and the mastermind. The few claimed descriptions of the unknown man vary so widely it’s clear there is some kind of body double nonsense at play but the few that match up ring more than enough bells to confirm their suspicions; lean, chatty, fastidiously put-together and smooth enough to out-charm the devil.

Honestly it’s not like it was any great secret that Gavin had some serious extra income, nor had they missed the way he occasionally spent his free time hunched over a computer, hard at work on something entirely unrelated to the FAHC, but no one had imagined anything quite on this scale. Had never considered that Gavin and Dan could have totally unrelated, equally time-consuming lives on different continents without ever disbanding their original crew. And there is a crew, a close-knit collection of trusted friends recruited to carry out the majority of the necessary physical aspects of the work, whose loyalty is only further affirmed by their hefty paycheques. They fill in for Gavin and Dan to keep the crew running day-to-day, maintaining the mystique of the unstoppable duo, keeping themselves nameless to flit about unseen and undisturbed; the phantoms of the SMG.

It’s absolutely ridiculous but the mounting evidence is undeniable. For all the faces Gavin wears for the FAHC it seems he has more still kept seperate, another slew of facets reserved for another life. An entire empire they’d known nothing about.  

Back in the living room and Gavin is still lamenting his choice in friends, Michael is distributing beers, Jeremy’s pulling out the Xbox and Dan is looking right back at Geoff. One eyebrow raised, a half-familiar smirk tugging at his lips and Gavin tucked comfortably close underneath his arm; it’s not a challenge, exactly, but it’s definitely a statement. Recognition that he knows that Geoff knows and is no less blatantly amused by the stir he’s caused than Gavin was before him.

It’s blindingly clear he is really not the idiot they had imagined, and honestly Geoff should have known better, they all should have known better. Should have remembered that Gavin could be the brains in just about any operation, that recognising his absurd brilliance was more a sign of intelligence than it was a display of stupidity. After all, there’s nothing at all stupid about the way the SMG has been managed, not when every contact has the same things to say about them: they’re discreet, they’re efficient, they’re consummate professionals, and if you cross them they will ruin you.

The SMG have a clear policy – all clients are vetted before a job is taken, once the job is taken it will be completed in full, all sensitive material remains confidential, and if any client attempts to deviate, deceive or in any way undermine the agreement the penalties will be swift, and they will be severe.

It’s a carefully cultivated reputation establishing the SMG firmly in the grey, the Switzerland of gang-warfare; taking jobs from whomever they please without repercussion for taking sides, simultaneously loyal to all and none of their clients. An inbuilt safety net, subtly ensuring that any possible threat their considerable skills can’t handle alone will likely be taken care of by a veritable army of regular employers with a vested interest in their continued ability to work.  It’s fucking genius, really.

More compelling still is the unavoidable implications of their line of work - the unspoken fallback plan of their insurmountable mountain of blackmail material. Violence, fear, that’s leverage in any timezone, but knowledge? Secrets and scandals and the kind of information that makes and breaks empires? That’s true power, and the SMG have been collecting it for years.

Maybe it’s a good thing it ended when it did. I got my inspiration and my first love and a few good photographs of summer, and you got a story to tell your friends, and I think that’s all we were both looking for, anyway.
—  Journal Entry; Summer 2015

The story in FF15 is about how your main character follows every order given to him by gods who can’t be bothered to do anything to clean up their own mess, and then suicide himself because they demand it of him for no reason. In FF13 the idiotic awful characters at least have the good sense to say “No” when gods tell them to kill themselves in their service. Even FF13 characters were smart enough to do that!

By the end of the game you have successfully killed off most of the people in the world, not taken back any throne because you’re dead and because Ardyn defeated the Empire, not you, and left your country a flaming ruin. Good work! What a satisfying conclusion to the wonderful story.



What also bothered me with the game, so much I couldnt play it till end.

I have never came across to a group that’s as relatable as BTS. I mean it in every aspect. All their songs hit right in the feels. All their music videos tell a story of today’s youth, our problems, our fears, our weaknesses, our happiness, our sorrow. BTS makes me realize that there are other people out there just like me, struggling everyday, feeling sad for no reason sometimes, feeling happy because of little things, feeling angry at themselves for not being good enough, fearing to not waste their youth and just simply living their life. They make me realize that i’m not the only one and i’m not alone… They do make me feel like I never walk alone...