i'm not tagging all your names

IKEA shenanigans
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  • Person A, lying seductively in bed: honey come join me
  • Person B: if you don't put on your shirt I'm legitimately gonna leave you here
  • #2
  • Person A: I'm gonna choose a random tag and whatever unfathomable word is on it, I'm gonna name our kid that
  • Person B: p l e a s e s t o p
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  • Person B: you gotta stop crying about all the rooms
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  • Person A: *staring at all the desks*
  • Person B: *walks up to them* what're you doing?
  • Person A: I'm wondering which of them you'd look best pinned aga-
  • Person B: *kicks them in the shin*
  • <p> <b>My future child:</b> why is my cousin's name rose?<p/><b>Me:</b> because your aunt loves roses<p/><b>My future child:</b> then where'd you get my name from?<p/><b>Me:</b> I'm busy now, The Range Of Diversity In Rick Riordan's Books<p/></p>

Ok but can we leave exo and their stans alone please. I understand that ya’ll want tae to be a Gucci model but don’t go on exo’s tweets about them being models for Gucci and promote taehyung. Not only is it disrespectful but it’s pathetic and ya’ll should be ashamed of yourselves for it. Either be happy for exo or stay out of exo tags or posts and promote tae all you want. And if you can’t even do that, then don’t bash exo bc your fav didn’t get a chance to do what they’re doing. It gives bts a bad name to have their fans bashing a senior group, have some respect

Okay like I’m all for disliking a ship or whatever but like… can people please keep their ship hate out of the tag?

Here are some fun ways to keep your hate out of the ships tags:

- Don’t spell it completely. doing ‘//’ or ‘.’ does not keep it out of the tag if it’s still spelled fully. (Nik//than would still come up in the nikthan tag while nkthn won’t)

- use a number instead of a letter! (n1kthan will not show up in the nikthan tag)

- A mix of both is a surefire way to keep it out of the tag (nk//than, for example.)

Things that will not keep a post out of the tag:

- Adding the word ‘anti’ next to it. (Anti nikthan or anti-nikthan will still show up in the tag. Likewise, putting the word in the tag even if the tag is a phrase will put it in the tag, like ‘I think nikthan made this post’ will put it in the nikthan tag)

- only adding // or .. (n//ikthan will still show up in the tag)

- Putting the ship name in the post itself. (This is… obvious. But if you search ‘nikthan’ on tumblr, anything with ‘nikthan’ in the post itself will show up in that tag)

Thanks for your time. Tag responsibly!

Guys, please reblog this and put your Bias and Bias Wrecker’s names from SEVENTEEN on the tags, and describe exactly how you feel about each of them. I actually want to make a statistic out of this.

First encounter

AN: Hey y’all, just going to warn you I suck at writing. I just want to let you know I tried my best and sorry if the writing disappoints. Also sorry for any typos, grammar or misspelled words. I’m also sorry if I didn’t translate right.


First day of kindergarten

 “Madre, no quiero ir!” ( Mom I don’t want to go!)

“ Tony…Por que?” Mrs. Padilla looked down at her son with curiosity. 

(Tony why?)

“Quiero quedarme contigo Mama!” Tony whined grabbing his mom’s leg as they stopped at the doorway in front of the classroom.   (I want to stay with you, Mama!)

“Sólo intente un día y ver si a ti te gusta?”   (Just try one day and see if you like it?”) Mrs. Padilla grabbed his hand from her leg and clasped it in hers. They slowly entered through the doorway of the brightly colored classroom and was met with a short blonde woman.

“Hello! What’s your name?” She asked gently but excitedly.

Tony looked up at his mom to see her nod in approval and smile down at him. He turned back to face the blonde woman and looked her in the eye.


As soon as he said his name the blonde woman’s features brightened instantly. “Nice to meet you, Tony! My name is Mrs. Jevvers! I’m going to be your Kindergarten Teacher!”

Tony’s face brightened a little.

“I already set up everything and you’re free to go around the classroom and find your desk! It should have your name on it.” She exclaimed with a bigger smile.

 He gave her a small smile and turned back to his mother who gave him a smile.

“See, you’ll be fine hijo.” She said as she gently hugged him.

Tony nodded but, he could feel his throat getting tight and his eyes start to get prickly.

She exited the embrace and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

“Adios Hijo, te amo.” (Bye son, I love you.) She cooed and waved goodbye as she exited through the door.

Tony swallowed a big lump in his throat and wiped his eyes.

Mrs. Jeevers looked down at him, sadness in her eyes.

“Tony are you ok? Your mother will come back don’t worry!”

Tony rubbed his eyes with his sleeves and nodded.

“Why don’t you go find your desk and I’ll start class soon!” She smiled trying to brighten his mood.

“Yes, mam.”

He left the blonde teacher alone and went over to where the desk where on the other side of the room. He glanced for his name as he made his way around the groups of desks. His eye instantly caught the bold red name tag with the letters TONY written in neat handwriting.

He pulled out his chair and sat down next to a bigger brown haired freckled boy.

The boy looked over at him and smiled. 

“My name’s Jonathan, what’s yours?”


“COOOL! Like Tony Stark from Iron Man?!.”

Tony hesitated and nodded.


The brunette proceeded to talk about Iron Man as the rest of the kids entered the classroom to get dropped off by their parents.

When all of the parents were gone Mrs. Jeevers clapped her hands to get the classes attention.

“Hello class, I'm Mrs. Jeevers and I’m going to be your teacher for the rest of the year!” She said with a big grin.

The class giggled and grinned.

“I’m going to call each of your names off so I can do attendance and when I do call your name I want you to stand up and tell us something fun you like to do!”

The class whispered and nodded.

“Adrian Hall?” She called.

“That’s me! I like to play with my legos!” A freckled red headed boy raised his hand and smiled showing off his toothy grin.

Mrs. Jeeveres smiled and continued calling names. Tony zoned out until he heard his name get called.

“Tony Padilla?”

He raised his hand.

“And what do you like to do Mr. Padilla?”

Tony thought as hard as he could until he figured it out.

“I like to play with cars!”

Mrs. Jeeveres smiled and checked off his name.

Mrs. Jeevers continued to call off names until she was done.

“Did I forget anyone?” She asked looking around the class.

“Mrs. Jeevers, you forgot me.” A quiet sheepish voice called from behind Tony.

Tony turned around till he was in eye contact with a small brunette boy with blue eyes.

“Whoever said that could you please raise your hand?”

The small brunette boy slowly raised his hand embarrassedly as all eyes in the class were on him.

“What’s your name, young man?” Mrs. Jeevers asked with another one of her bright smiles.

“Clay. Clay Jensen.”

Tony quickly realized he was still staring at the brunette and quickly flashed his eyes somewhere else in the room in embarrassment.

“Nice to meet you, Clay! What do you like to do for fun?” She asked calmly.

Clay hesitated to get the words out of his mouth.

“I like to um…um..watch TV!.” He blurted out.

Everyone in the class except Tony giggled at him.

Clays cheeks slowed turned from a rosy red to a deep scarlet.

The teacher also giggled at him.

“I like to do that too Mr. Jensen.” She beamed as she made a mark on the attendance list.

“Anyone else?”

No one in the class answered.

“Ok that should be everyone!”She replied quickly.

“Could everyone please go sit around the chair? I’m going to read you guys a story!”

The class whooped in excitement and stampeded over to the rocking chair. Tony got up to follow them but stopped when he noticed Clay was standing little ways away from the group of chatty kids. The small hispanic boy quickly took notice of how the other boy fidgeted in his spot and looked over to the group in nervousness and proceeded to stare down at his shoes.

Tony thought about his options. He scratched his head of hair and made up his mind. Tony went away from the group and up to the shorter boy. He stuck out his hand.

“Hi, my name is Tony.” He smiled one of the brightest he could muster.

The other boy smiled bashfully, revealing a set of pearly white teeth with one missing middle tooth.

Tony could feel his heart start to speed up and his cheek start to get hot. 

He questioned himself internally on it but, ignored it when the soft-spoken boy whispered out.

“Hi! My name is Clay.”

Paper Planes - Epilogue (Lin-Manuel x Reader)

Summary: You and Lin have very special memories all centered around paper planes.

Word Count: 1,329

Warnings: Ridiculous fluff.

A/N: I wasn’t gonna post this until Friday but I ended up having a really shitty end to my night last night and I wanted to make sure your day ends up being better than mine was yesterday.

This is the epilogue to Paper Planes, which is my pride and joy. Here’s to hoping I did it a little justice with this ending. If you’re still looking for more content I can offer you this post of headcannons or my open inbox. Yell at me, send me your own headcannons, whatever you want.

You stopped having to launch paper planes out of your window years ago but there was something you both clung to when it came to putting words down on paper. It wasn’t really necessary for you to do when you first started dating - you and Lin had exchanged phone numbers and when he wasn’t at the Richard Rogers he was with you - but you continued to do so because of the romance of it all. You couldn’t help but be sentimental about the notion.

After you moved in with him you had decided to exchange paper planes for good morning kisses. Lin, however, persisted. He’d leave you neatly folded paper planes in various places; your purse, your bedside table, taped to the bathroom mirror once or twice. You could never do words justice like Lin could so you’d respond to each one in the form of a conversation, a kiss, or a phone call. It was a quirky dynamic to have one person continuing to write letters while the other professed their love verbally but it was yours and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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since our fandom is relatively small and we all follow each other i was wondering if i should make a discord server for us? would anyone want to join if i did? i mean we’re all in gafou/stanfou hell anyway and most of us are good friends/mutuals, it might be fun. i’ll tag a bunch of people who i think might be interested, let me know what you think and if enough people want it i’ll make one

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Dazai and Atsushi (Bungou Stray Dogs) cheebs I drew a week or two back because I haven’t drawn a lot lately :‘3c

i was a very proud droid mama today so

this is snuffles, my consular’s trusted seeker droid! he likes long oil baths and high quality replacement parts and is always eager to find things all over the galaxy! tatooine’s deserts? hoth’s glaciers? alderaan’s forests? he’s ready for everything! if he had a tail to wag he absolutely would~

a very good and very loved boy~ <3

the dummies go to IKEA
  • 1.
  • Minho, lying seductively on a bed: honey come join me
  • Key: if you don't put your shirt back on i'm legitimately going to leave you here
  • 2.
  • Taemin: i'm gonna choose a random tag and whatever unfathomable word is on it, i'm gonna name our kid that
  • Key: p l e a s e s t o p
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  • Onew: you have to stop crying about all the rooms
I Have Some News.


For the past like… ever, my identity has been in a giant swirl and it still kind of is, but right now, I’ve landed on a nice place to land that feels nice(feels organic), so I’m informing you all of what’s going on! 

I’m a trans girl! A lady. A woman. et cetera. I use She/Her pronouns, but I don’t mind They/Them! Here’s a bigger announcement! 

I have a name! For a while I was using JP, which is my deadname’s initials. It felt right(better) at the time and it’s great to have a transitional name(lol) so you don’t have to go by your deadname all the time. But, that’s not my name. My name is Grace. 

My name is Grace. I go by She/Her. I’m a lesbian. 

anonymous asked:

Hey, so I spent all of yesterday reading through your writing tag, and there was not a single story that I even remotely disliked. Your style is so unique, and your stories are all fascinating and have your own original voice. I was wondering if you know others who write original short stories as well, b/c I know you can't constantly write, and refuse to demand it of you no matter how much I love reading your stuff. Thank you so much, you are a fantastic writer and I'm glad you've shared it. :)

Ah thank you! I’m glad you liked them all, I have to say that I wish I could constantly write lol. These past few weeks have been busy and I haven’t been as active as I want!

That being said, there are a lot of great writers on tumblr! @elleleuthold, @fontess, @musingsofanintp, @nyxtales, @elisalromagnoli just to name a few off the top of my head! 

You can also check out the Caffeine Challenge tag (X) for all the great writers that participated in my once in a blue moon challenge! They’re all great and I love them!

I’d also be remiss if I didnt mention @writeblrconnections! A lot of writers have profiles on there and it’s absolutely wonderful!

runwildwithme  asked:

Hey there!!! I just wanted to let you know that Feathers is also up on AO3. I use the same user name (runwildwithme) over there too! I'm also gonna be putting all the other little stories I write up over there! Again, thank you SO MUCH for letting everyone play in your sandbox. :D

All of you should go see Feathers and all the other stories under the Elsewhere tag on AO3! They are universally such Quality.

some mundane chocobros roadtripping headcanons after going on a Formative Road Trip of my own

  • five minutes out of Insomnia - 
    • ignis: this is your father’s car treat it with respect don’t eat inside 
    • noctis, halfway through a burger and fries: o-oh
  • they play nonsense games and the loser has to clean all the dead bugs from the windshield and grill of the regalia
    • there’s a persistent stain from a really big bug that prompto has named. he checks to see if it’s still there whenever they pull over to clean and he’s secretly happy to see it every time 
    • bugs in their hair. many bugs.
  • they find a brochure for a tourist location they’ve never visited or even heard about inside one of the compartments of the car
  • there are also napkins from every crow’s nest they’ve been to inside the glove compartment. prompto started collecting but at this point he can’t even tell the difference, they’re just there.
  • someone always has to pee when they’re in the middle of nowhere. there’s always someone. it’s probably noctis.
  • as designated driver, ignis SUFFERS
    • he drives overnight and he’s just?? barely there
    • “i’m pulling over” “ok, do you want to switch?” “no, i’m pulling over” “ok? do you have to pee?” “i’m pulling over” “ok?” then he pulls over and goes the fuck to sleep
    • “prompto do you see that?” “what?” “that… in the middle of the road” “…WHAT?!?!” “ah, nevermind then”
      • prompto doesn’t sleep for days
    • he subsists entirely on caffeinated drinks and willpower. he stands up one day and is like “everything is wrong” and realizes he hasn’t had water in four days.
  • i’m sorry but there’s absolutely no way that noctis and gladio / ignis and gladio never slept on each other even by accident in the back seat. there are no seat dividers and the road is bumpy, like, it’s just common sense i’m sorry i don’t make the rules
    • gladio is permanent back seat pillow material because of his large and warm arms
  • ignis, exhausted and distracted by driving, holds his hand out and makes a grabby motion to indicate to prompto that he needs something but it’s too early for their Front Seat Friends non-verbal communication to solidify so prompto is just like ???? and holds his hand
  • “can you finish this drink for me prompto? it’s rather lukewarm” “yeah ok” -opens the window and pours it out of the fucking moving vehicle- “that ….is not what i meant.”
  • noctis uses the regalia type-f to pass someone on the road because that’s just where he’s at
  • the car smells like fried food. it has smelled like fried food since day one. it just does. they cleaned it four times but the smell of Noct’s french fries lingers

anonymous asked:

hi! this is a weird question but jason and tim aren't actually brothers right? like even though tim's name is time drake-wayne, did jason also take bruce's last name, before he died? they aren't related in anyway, why are people saying its incest? i'm sorry this is long, im new to shipping jaytim and it's just a bit confusing to me ! (((by the way i really love your blog!)))

hey lovely! First of all, THANK YOU. That’s really sweet, and I’m glad you’re enjoying jaytim and my blog :) 

Second… not a weird question at all. It comes up all the time in the tags and unfortunately a lot of people who don’t agree with the ship make blanket statements about it being incest; that is their opinion and I’m not going to bash it. I’m going to do my best to give you the facts, and I’ll say a little something about how I interpret it. And then you can decide how you personally feel about it!

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