i'm so sorry this is terrible but i had to do it

I don’t know what to say about all these pictures of Sans with a glowing penis…… Why. just Why. xD
everytime I see a pic like this, I just can’t take it seriously.
to me, if he really had this “thing”, he would only make stupid things with it like… idk, being a lamp. yeah.
and then he would probably make an epilepsy because of it xD
but Hey, I’m not juging. do whatever you like. (even if drawing a skeleton with a glowing penis is a liiiittle weird. Just a little.)

I’m sorry the quality is terrible… I draw with my 3ds (and as you can see, the quality is bad) and I make the animation with my phone so… I don’t use very professional stuff xD but you get the idea-


A/N: whelp it’s here thanks for being patient and all hope you like it! i tried to write it in a way so you can see both povs lol. haven’t edited it out yet sorry!!

word count: 1,1k+

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Y/N was beyond surprised when Chris asked her out on a date. It didn’t seem like something he would do from what she’d heard of him. She was actually excited, maybe she could finally see what he really was like.

Y/N hadn’t told anyone she’s going on a date with Chris, in case this was just a sick joke of his or if something incredibly terrible happened. She didn’t want to be that girl, yet at least. Even with all her efforts to keep it secret, Noora had somehow found out and had insisted to help Y/N out when it came to picking up and outfit (which was a thing that Vilde would do).

That’s how she had ended up hours before her date, lying on her bed with a pile of clothes on top of her. Noora wanted Y/N to put on something special, meanwhile she just wanted to go out with her ’normal’ clothes on since she didn’t want to look like she was doing too big of an effort.

”Alright, I’ll tell you something that I haven’t told anyone.” Noora said with a knowing look, she knew exactly what to do or say to get your attention on something. You kinda hated her for it, but nodded along signaling her to go on.

”I went on a date with William so that he’d leave Vilde alone, but I think I like him now. I really think I fucked up big time now.” Noora was biting her lip, avoiding Y/N’s gaze. Y/N couldn’t stop the smile from forming on her face, she knew there was something going on with them.

”I’m not really that surprised, you two would look great together anyway so just go for it?” Y/N suggested, giving Noora a sympathetic smile. ”Eskild also told me somethings, so if the other girls know something it’s because he told them not me.”

Noora laughed for a bit before mumbling something along the lines of ”damn you Eskild”. Y/N looked at the clock to check on the time, her eyes widening when she saw how much time had passed by already. She quickly got up and looked inside her closet, picking out a pair of jeans and a nice sweater to wear.

”You’re seriously going out like that even after I told you my secret?” Noora groaned, falling on Y/N’s bed.

”Yeah, it’s Chris after all. I don’t except much from a date with him.” Y/N was feeling slightly nervous, but she didn’t want to show it to Noora.

”Well, I guess I better get going now since he’ll probably be here soon. Good luck.” Noora got up and left before you could even say something to her. Y/N sighed and walked up to her mirror to see herself in it, wondering what could have ever drawn Chris to her out of all the girls. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell, she gave a quick last glance to the mirror before going to open the door.

”Hi princess.” Chris said with a smug smile once you opened the door.

”You seriously didn’t have to come all the way to the door you know, but hi.”

”You’re not supposed to do this on dates?” He asked, his eyes wide.

Y/N let out a chuckle at his reaction and walked outside closing the door behind her. ”You’re nervous and I must admit I like it, if this date is a total flop I can blackmail you with it.”

”Well look who’s feeling confident in themselves?” He was smirking, making Y/N blush. He found it cute how she went from confident to shy. ”Let’s go.”


Chris had cheesily enough chosen to take Y/N out on a gaming arcade, but he seemed super stocked so she didn’t say anything.

”What even made you choose this place?” Y/N curiously asked, looking around the arcade. It was almost empty.

”I don’t know. Taking you out for a movie date would be too cliche, taking you out on a dinner date would just be odd and we’d probably be acting all awkward, a picnic would be lame and it’s way too cold outside and I bet 20 bucks that you’d never come in my home for a date because you still think I’m a dick, so this came in my mind and well here we are?” Chris said breathless and went on after a moment ”Fuck did I already ruin it?”

”You’re so awkward, relax it’s fine I was just asking a question.” She gave him a reassuring smile, making Chris relax a bit. ”Seriously though, you’re always like this on dates?”

”Eh, I thought I said before but I always skip the ’dating’ part. You’re the first one who I’ve actually taken out and chased after if we could say that.”

”Oh.” Y/N mumbled, blushing again because, as a matter of a fact, he had said that before.

”Come.” Chris took her hand and dragged her all the way to a dancing game making her rise her eyebrow at him.

”What? It’s a nice game! You should see William trying to play this when he’s drunk.” Chris said letting go of her hand. They both felt a little sad at the loss of contact, but neither said a thing about it.

”I think I can live without seeing it, nice to know what you guys do when you’re drunk.” Y/N said and rolled her eyes. Chris just chuckled before motioning her to come closer to play.

She ended up having a great time and get to know Chris a lot better. He actually wasn’t a total asshole, he was actually nice and sweet and had a great sense of humor, which is always nice. Y/N looked at the time, realizing that they had spent over two hours on that stupid dancing game where he always won.

Chris’ phone vibrated, signaling he had gotten a text message. He sighed and pulled out his phone, his eyebrows furrowing together.

”Fuck, I need to go and pick William up from a party…” He said and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, giving Y/N an apologetic look.

”It’s okay, surprised you skipped a party for this though.” It made her feel quite special actually.

”Well I told you I can be something else than a dick? I’ve got to go though, so bye?” He didn’t know what to say to end it, Y/N quickly picking up on it.

”Goodnight, Christoffer.” She gave him a kiss on the cheek before sprinting off. She felt all warm and fuzzy on the inside and she couldn’t believe what she had just done, but she hoped it was worth it.

Chris on the other hand was left standing there as red as a tomato, his hand on his cheek. He felt genuinely happy for the first time in a while.

It’s Knot Just Sex

A late, surprise Valentine’s gift for @glassesgirl0401! I know you’ve been down because some parts of the holiday didn’t go as you had hoped, so I thought I’d write this for you as a little pick-me-up!

(I think I remember you saying you wanted some ABO eruri, forgive me if I remembered wrong, and I hope you enjoy anyway)

Also, LMAO, I’m so sorry you had to name your own gift fic, I am terrible XD

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Cloudy on Ice

I need to have joy in my life again, so I’m mushing together two things that make me happy. 

Cloud’s hands shook as he watched the video of himself skating. He had been okay with Tifa recording it. She had always supported him, letting him into the rink when everything became too much, teaching him some stretches that could get him loosened up and focused, even making a huge sign for him during his failure of a Grand Prix Final. 

He was not as okay with it being posted online. He watched the number below rise higher and higher, now past 100,000 views. 

“Sorry,” Aerith, Tifa’s girlfriend, said, “I just thought it looked cool. I didn’t realize it was a big deal.” Cloud couldn’t respond, just let his hands shake. 

It wouldn’t be half as embarrassing if he was in proper shape. And if he hadn’t clearly copied Sephiroth’s free program from the Grand Prix Finals. 

Gods…he’s admired Sephiroth since he started to skate, always dreamed of skating with him…and his crush was so blatantly obvious now. 

Cloud was never going out in public again. 

“Oh…theres a battle going on in the comments,” Aerith said, “Oh my.” Cloud knew what he said. 

Loser, can’t skate well when it matters.

Piggy packed on the pounds, didn’t he?


Your fans look like they hope this means a comeback for you,” Aerith said, pointing. Cloud had to blink at them for a few seconds before he actually comprehended what he was reading. 

We knew you could do it Cloud!

That’s the Cloud we love!

Cloud blushed. He definitely wasn’t going back in public again. 

Cloud felt safe with his mother. While their little bed and breakfast could never compare to the official one in town, the beds were warmer and her cooking was much, much better. 

Perhaps he had taken a little too much comfort in her cooking, but she didn’t mind. 

“You always changed your weight so easily,” she said, “Up a little one week, skinny as a rail the next.” 

He came back home and buried himself into folding towels. Trying to forget about the video, despite everyone in Nibelheim talking about it. 

“Cloud!” his mom called, “we have a guest. He’s from way out of town. He wanted to use the bath, but I didn’t have towels. Deliver some when you have a pile for a room.”

“Okay Ma,” he said. He took a pile in his arms and headed up the stairs, inhaling the smell of his mother’s pork cutlet, his favorite. The guest had taken the Master bedroom, the one right next to Cloud’s. 

He knocked once and waited. He knocked again. “Towels for you!” he called. Still no answer. 

The Do not Disturb hadn’t been put up, so Cloud guessed they were out. He let himself in. 

There were an awful lot of bags for their usual clientele. People usually only stayed for a few days to see the mako fountains. This guest looked like he was staying for a good while, for what though. There wasn’t much to do in Nibelheim. 

“You must be Cloud.” Cloud felt his heart beat falter for a second. 

He turned towards the bathroom, where the door was slightly ajar and steam was slowly seeping out. Lounging leisurely in the bathtub, long hair in a bun (not to mention naked as the day he was born) was him. Sephiroth. Smirking quietly, but serenely at him. 

Cloud opened his mouth and made a quiet, strangled gasping noise. Sephiroth used the silence as an invitation to stand. 

“I’m here to be your new coach,” Sephiroth said, pulling a clip out of his hair and letting it fall. Cloud just stood there with his jaw hanging. 

“Could I have one of those, Cloud?” Sephiroth said. Cloud handed over a towel still silent. Then he set the pile on the bed and walked out. 

“I’ll see you at dinner then!” Sephiroth said. 

Cloud’s mother remained blissfully unaware of the fame their guest had. All she really knew was that he liked her cooking, which put him on her good side. She was the one who insisted Cloud stay and talk to Sephiroth, since he seemed to like Cloud too. 

“Mmm,” Sephiroth said, “we don’t have food like this back in Midgar.” Mrs. Strife beamed. 

“I used to make it for Cloud when he won his skating competitions,” she said. The very memory made Cloud’s insides curl up. He felt his appetite leaving him. Sephiroth noticed when he put down his fork. 

“Are you going to finish that?” he asked. Cloud shook his head silently. Sephiroth pulled the bowl towards him and began eating out of that one too. 

“Why?” Cloud said at long last, “why are you here?” Sephiroth swallowed and looked Cloud in the eye. 

“I hadn’t felt inspired in skating for months,” Sephiroth said, “And then…I saw the video. Everyone did.” Cloud felt humiliated. 

“It was beautiful,” Sephiroth said. Cloud blinked and looked up. Sephiroth’s hand curled over his, Sephiroth was leaning over closely. 

“All the emotion, the passion, the sadness, the joy…I’ve fought so hard to feel those when I skate now…but you…you did it perfectly. So that’s why I’m here. To help you find that emotion…and win the Grand Prix if that’s your wish.” Sephiroth’s hand was suddenly under his chin and Cloud felt himself turning red. 

“It is what you want…right?” Sephiroth’s voice was close to a purr. Cloud’s instinct was to jerk away. 

“Am I being to forward?” Sephiroth asked, brows furrowing. Cloud mouth finally caught up to him. 

“Yes,” he said, “Yes…Sephiroth, I do want that.” Sephiroth beamed at him. 

“Excellent…but first things first…you have to get back in the shape you were in before you fell apart at Nationals.” With that, Sephiroth finished off the last of Cloud’s bowl of food. 

And Cloud heard his stomach growl. 


a remake of this post, my trash celebration-for-finally-finishing-days post.

even tho this one is still trash tbh r.i.p

anonymous asked:

Heyyaaa!! So I never really challenged the idea of romione but I never had any strong feelings about them either except as friends, whereas with other characters I had very definite ideas of who I thought they should be with. So basically I caught up in your love of Hermione and krum together and wanted to know if you have any headcanons about them? Like how they got together eventually or little things about them? Sorry if you've already answered a Q similar to this before:/

This is so sweet, I’m so glad you were open to them! They’re so precious to me :) And ah, I’m terrible at headcanons, but I’ll do my best to capture how I see them

Hermione goes to Muggle uni, takes a shitload of classes in almost every discipline, aces everything, and can’t stop telling her friends about all the new things she’s learning and how she can interweave physics into magic. She becomes friends with Muggles who challenge and push her, grounding her when she gets too in her head and cheering her on whenever she presents her findings at a conference

When she’s in grad school, she’s rushing to her flat after a particularly hectic TA assignment (why can’t the undergrads just read the instructions), in desperate need of solitude and a good book, when she slams right into someone, causing her stack of books to topple over and litter the sidewalk. Cursing her luck, she spares a frown for the person who had the ill fortune to stand in her way before doing a double take because that- that couldn’t be- what’s Viktor Krum doing at Oxford?

Turns out he’s in England for a game and came to campus for a poetry slam and to try to ring Hermione (they’ve kept in contact, of course, so he knows she’s here)

He invites her along and even though poetry slams are usually more of a Luna thing (and a Ginny thing, since she always goes to support her girlfriend and glare at anyone who has the audacity to laugh at Luna’s poems), Hermione agrees, flushed and giddy and eager in a way that she rarely feels outside of the classroom or the lab

He’s still so quiet, so she feels the urge to babble at first, but whenever he speaks, it’s with a maturity and insightfulness that touches her. And he’s so observant- she feels seen, really seen. Not as a grad student or a TA or the brightest witch of her age, but as Hermione

They start dating again, and although at first it’s long distance, she feels more fulfilled by it than she can say. She likes her space, and he’s far better at opening up in letters than he is in person, so she feels closer to him than ever. And during his off season, he can spend as much time with her as he can, which is overwhelming and exciting and confusing because he fits into her life so perfectly and what does that mean? She doesn’t need a guy- of course she doesn’t- and is more than comfortable being single, but if she meets someone who complements her and makes her feel supported and cherished, she should go for it, right?

And so she does. Once she finishes her PhD, she looks for professorships near his home, moving her things into his house little by little. She goes to as many games of his as she can manage (and yes, she does occasionally read during them- Quidditch matches are long, and his part is only at the end! He doesn’t mind though and he bursts with pride whenever he sees her in the stands), and he approaches Seeking with new determination, wanting to catch the Snitch as quickly as possible so he can get home to his girl

During the summers, they travel the world together. Hermione learns everything she can about the local culture, tucking herself away in libraries for hours at a time. Viktor loves to join her, content to either read a novel as she studies or just watch her

They wait awhile to have kids; Hermione wants to focus on her career and Viktor’s always busy with Quidditch, so they figure that’s best. When they finally do get pregnant, Viktor decides to stay home with the baby (and Hermione glares at anyone who’s surprised by this because how dare they assume she should be the one to put her career on hold). Viktor loves it, loves the simplicity of staying home with their daughter and playing make believe games out in the meadow and surprising Hermione with homemade cupcakes when she gets back from work. He teaches their daughter how to fly and Hermione teaches her, well, everything- she approaches everything as a learning experience, and their daughter soaks it all up like a sponge

Their relationship is natural and peaceful and has a quiet, slow burning intensity to it, one that lights them up from the inside and makes them glow

Things Enchancia family does on Valentine's Day

Sofia: Makes Valentine’s Day cards for everyone telling them how great they are, handing out sweets.

Amber: Makes the chefs make a dozen of chocolate covered strawberries for each person she adores, telling people that she should be their Valentine.

James: Throws heart shaped chocolates in the air and says “ Love is in the air!! ”, stuffing his face with a bunch of sweets.

Miranda: Going to the garden to cut some roses, handing them to each of her family members and to the servants.

Roland: Orders the chefs to make lots of jiggly wiggly pudding… for the family of course.

Baileywick: Arranges a special early brunch for Miranda and Roland, a festive Valentine’s lunch for James, Amber, and Sofia, hosts a lovely dinner for everyone in the family.

Cedric: “ Fool! Do you really think I appreciate this holiday about love? Well I don’t now run along. ”
Actually cries and smiles to himself when he receives chocolates and roses from the family.

6,12, & 21-Poe Dameron

6. “I don’t know why you keep looking at me like that.”
12. “Would it be terrible of me to kiss you?”
21. “All I thought of was you…”

The day Poe returned to base, and those leading up to that, was emotionally draining. Before he had been captured, you and Poe had been flirtatious with each other. You figured that was just Poe. He was a flirt. After all, you were friends. So, you desperately tried not to fall for him. That was the hardest thing you ever had to do, and you failed.

When hearing that Poe was captured by the First Order, you broke down in front of all your comrades and superiors. They all figured it was because you were close with Poe. General Organa seemed to be the only one who knew it was much more.

When you saw him on the airstrip, you sprinted over as tears fell. Poe’s face lit up, despite being exhausted, as he caught sight of you. His head fell into the crook of your neck as you clung to him desperately. Poe grit his teeth to avoid letting a wince slip out. After a few moments, he had cracked a joke, making you laugh while still sobbing.

Since that day, you refused to leave his side. In your downtime, which was little, you found yourself in his company. Mostly, the two of you would relax together at night, switching rooms of course. But, the two of you would normally depart the other’s room before you could fall asleep. You were currently in Poe’s room.

You were relaxing in one of Poe’s chairs while he was using his refresher. You could hear him brushing his teeth while you read your datapad. He tried to speak with the toothbrush in his mouth. You held back a giggle.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t quite catch that in between your pterodactyl noises,” you teased.
You heard him spit before chuckling. “I said do you need a blanket?”
“No. It’s not as cold as my room,” you replied with a smirk.

You lifted your gaze as Poe exited the refresher. He was only wearing sweatpants, leaving his torso bare. Despite being so close, this was the first time you saw him without a shirt. Your eyes traveled down his sun-kissed skin, admiring it. They widened slightly while noticing something: a scar. Unfortunately, Poe had notice the staring.

You bit your lip sadly before returning your gaze to the datapad, missing the slight frown cross his features. However, it wasn’t long until you felt his curious gaze on you. You clenched your jaw trying to focus on the words in front of you. Your stomach rumbled from the unsureness, and it wasn’t long until you broke the silence.

I don’t know why you keep looking at me like that,” you murmured, lifting your gaze.
He was now sitting on his bed. He smirked slightly. “Well, I always have to be looking at something amazing. You know, for my health,” he teased.
You chuckled, hoping to hide your blush. “That so, Dameron?”
“Absolutely. I have the Doctor’s note if you want to see it,” he paused as you laughed, “Come here.”

Quirking a brow, you rose to your feet. You set the datapad on a nearby table before plopping down next to Poe. You gave him an encouraging smile as you noticed he seemed suddenly nervous. It did concern you slightly, but you kept your composure. After all, Poe wasn’t one for pity and you didn’t want him to mistake your worry for pity.

He gently grabbed your hand. He turned it in his own before gently tracing your palm. Your eyes had followed his movements over your hand. Poe cleared his throat, never looking up.

“That…ship. It was uh,” he paused as your eyes widened.
You placed a hand on his shoulder. “Poe,” you cooed, “you don’t have to…”
He momentarily raised his gaze to send you a feeble smile before lowering it again. He sniffed as you lowered your free hand to rest on his forearm. He continued to trace your palm.
“It was terrifying,” he muttered, “Daunting, even. I…I wasn’t sure, for, uh, for a moment if we had a chance. Everything they had was perfect and new. Even when they took me to…to my ‘holding cell’, I was amazed. I figured, it might be the last,” he stopped, intaking a breath, “the last thing I see. But then that bastard went in my head and he pulled an image, something I needed.”
You furrowed your brows, partly in pain and partly in curiosity. You had never seen Poe so…vulnerable. He sucked in another breath while raising his gaze. He placed your palm on the scar.
“This was the first one they gave me,” he told you, eyes brimming, “And that entire time, Y/N, the whole time I was there, all I thought of was you…

A single tear slipped from your eye before you pulled him into your chest. He was breathing heavily. You stroked a hand through his hair as he gripped you with the same strength as the first day he had come back: weak, but determined. Tears continued to flow down your cheeks. You began to kiss his forehead, temples, anywhere within reach.

“Everything’s alright, Poe,” you continued to coo, “I’m right here.”
Poe’s eyes shined as he stared into your eyes. “Would it be terrible of me to kiss you?
You laughed mid-sob and nodded your head. “Only because I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Ple-” he began to plea.
“Shush, Poe,“ you soothed, “I’ll be here in the morning.”

Want to Request? : Prompt List (Closed)

@bokuakakuroweek DAY ONE: RIVALRY | COHESION

(I’m so sorry, all of my entries are going to be hella late OTL)

Alright, but consider Bokuto and Kuroo doing Who Has the Best Akaashi-Pickup Lines competitions every once in a while, in any place they are. They always shoot the absolute worst pickup lines, which make everyone sigh and shake their head while Bokuto and Kuroo are grinning stupidly at each other, trying to outmatch the other’s terrible pickup line proposition. 

Then one day while they’re training all three of them alone, and another Pickup Lines competition has started, Akaashi can’t take the secondhand embarrassment anymore and says without hesitating, “Please, take me to the hospital. I broke a leg falling for both of you.” And it feels like time has stopped, Bokuto and Kuroo are speechless, looking at Akaashi with their jaws haging open, a massive blush spreading over their faces and tears making their eyes shine.

Akaashi thinks, “I’m so in love with these dorks…”

people don’t talk about modern!newsies headcanons enough like 

-they work at Barnes and Noble
-Katherine is an aspiring author/literature student who really loves her maxi skirts and Pinterest

-Davey takes up a part time job to help his parents pay the bills but he gets stuck babysitting Les so he sets him free in the children’s department of the store-
-Jack totally runs an aesthetic blog 

-that’s full of lots of pictures of nature
-and stills from old western movies
-the lodging house is probably a foster group home 

-store manager Wiesel overworking them and cutting their hours

-Spot Conlon works at like Books-A-Million on the other side of the mall
-Jack Kelly in skinny jeans, a flannel, and a beanie
-I’m putting it out there that Crutchie and Davey are total theatre geeks and probably cried watching Les Mis together or something

I actually had a dream Sunday night that the Supergirl writers were just queer airing about the centric and it wouldn’t really be about Alex and Maggie. We got four minutes. Maybe 6 or so if you count Alex and Maggie talking to Kara about each other. Not even a quarter of the ep. Not even an eighth, with the sanvers scenes themselves. But that wasn’t even it. Because how could they paint Maggie as in the wrong when she was trying to avoid reminders of being kicked out of her home as a child? Do the writers not understand how beyond terrible that is?? Can they imagine what it is to kick out the person you gave birth to and raised? More importantly, can they imagine what it is, how it feels, for the two people who you are supposed to be able to trust, to rely on, to have a home through, cast you aside?? Maggie doesn’t need to get over that or apologize for feeling upset about it! And I have to believe that Alex does not want her feeling uncomfortable over it. And I’m sure she recognizes that the dance is a do over for Maggie too. And then there were little things. Because, maybe this is just me overreacting, but I saw how Alex and Maggie got a brief kiss, and then that was immediately paralleled with Kara and mon-ew full on making out (like let’s not ignore the implications thx) and it just felt like a slap, like a “don’t worry, we’re not too gay”.

Look, I appreciate the representation we’re getting. And there were some incredibly beautiful moments in that ep. Maggie’s speech to Alex? It reminded me of the way my girlfriend and I talk to each other. And the way Alex insists on knowing what Maggie experiences/has experienced? So good, so important. And Maggie’s reaction was well played. And all of the cute little domestic stuff was awesome. Still, for a while the writers had been doing so well. And they haven’t quite gotten to this point yet, but they should be reminded that merely not killing their lesbian characters is not enough.

Request: Combined [Dongwoo]

Request: A combination of a bunch of requests I missed out on all for Dongwoo ; 3; Sorry I’m late.

Hi. Long time no see-nario [Why did I make this my terrible catchphrase?] I haven’t really been around. I’ve been swamped with work ; 3; And lazy. Also planning for a vacation for a couple weeks in March. Paid vacation, excitingly enough. So. This is to make up for my absence. Also for the missed birthday request I see in my inbox. Sorry I haven’t replied to asks/messages. I will try to do that later when I’m in a better mind set. I wrote this at the end of January….and I haven’t proofed it….Still I hope you enjoy?

You told him not to worry about it. He didn’t have to take any time out of anything to spend time with you. Sure, you were a little sad you wouldn’t be able to see him on Christmas. Or New Years. Or your birthday. Or Valentine’s. You sighed at your desk. Maybe you did regret it a little. You would have liked to spend one of the holidays, or your birthday, with him. It was just hard to tell him to make special time for you when there was so much going on for him.

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  • Matt: How long have you been sleeping with Near?
  • Mello: That's disgusting and wrong. I don't even get- why would- I- I've never had sex, with anyone anywhere. It's none of your- you have, the nerve, the audacity- Near is my rival, technically, and he is terrible face-wise and how- how do I know, frankly, that you're not sleeping with him? Maybe you are. Maybe you're trying to throw me off. Hmm? Check and mate.

So I’m actually a terrible person and like @manawhaat tagged me in this in December and it’s February and that probably explains why she doesn’t talk to me but anyways I’m doing it so here it is!

I was tagged by @manawhaat in case my little message above didn’t make that clear

Rules: Tag At Least 7 followers you want to know better.  

Name/Nickname: Rachel, no cool nicknames sorry

Gender: Female.

Height: 5′7″.

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw.

Fav Color: Tardis Blue, I’m particular to the darker shades of blue but I have a severe fondness for the grey blue color

Number of blankets I sleep with: So in the Winter I sleep with 2 blankets, a sheet and in the summer it’s just a thin sheet and maybe a blanket if it gets cold which is unlikely

Dream Vacation:London, France and Japan

What I’m currently wearing: White sweatpants with white shirt that had Captain America’s shield pattern on it

Do you get asks on a regular basis?: No not at all, no one talks to me

Aesthetic: Books, Rain, Hot Cocoa, a grey blue color.

Star Sign: Taurus

Last Thing I googled: Fez

Fav Music Artists: Vance Joy, Lady Gaga, FOB, TOP, Sia, etc,

Do You Have any other blogs?: @luciferxreader which is run in collaboration with  @justcallmeyourgoddess and @live-on-the-fandom-side 

How did you choose your URL?: I started Tumblr when I was in my senior year of High School and honest to goodness there was so much homework and let’s be honest that’s really what killed in High School

I’m tagging: @toopreciousforthisworldtoopure, @teamfreewill-imagine, @fenrirklan@crazyabbyarcanine, and @one-shots-supernatural and anyone who would like to do this, Thanks!

It had been hours since Devon had last glanced up from his laptop. At first, the assignment for his journalism class seemed as though it would be a piece of cake but as he stared at the blank screen for what seemed like the hundredth time that day, he couldn’t help but realize how wrong he was. To say he was frustrated was an understatement, and so Devon found himself pushing the laptop to the side of the table while he plunked his head onto his crossed arms. “Do you think that in an alternative universe, there is no such thing as journalism? Do you think that people just scream into the void instead of writing?” He paused. “At this point, I’d rather live in the universe where they scream. My parents always said I had strong vocal chords, and I’m tired.” He wasn’t talking to anyone in particular but he wasn’t about to let people stare at his slumped body without addressing their presence; that be rude. 

Sorry about the terrible quality lol but I had to let y'all know, that Sherlock edition of Life magazine is worth the money for this photo alone, it’s just SO GAY, literally someone was like “Ok but… how do we prove that they’ve ALWAYS been gay? Even in the most classic of adaptations? OH! Here we are….”

If there’s one piece of advice I can give to a mathblr, or any studyblr really, it would be

 it’s okay to make a mess

I’ve had this blog for a while now and I can say at the beginning I was really excited about getting my mildliners and washi tape and being part of something. But as time went on I realised I didn’t exactly have time to make things look nice. 

And for me, the process of doing mathematics never looks nice. I cross out. My writing is terrible once I find a path to take so I don’t forget my idea. 

But really, that process is beautiful. I can look back at old workings and laugh at the time I made a sign error and got to angry that I scribbled over everything only to realise there was no sign error. Smile at that one question that look like 10 sides of paper because I couldn’t figure it out right away. 

Sure, it’s important to make your work readable. You need to know what’s actually going on in it. 

A bit of mess never hurt anyone.

Hey, guys, having a good night? That’s great!… I’m here to ruin it =]

Okay so I’ve had this in my head for a while (since I drew the other April and Mikey pic) and I finally got time to draw it, yay!

Info time, when Mikey is at Splinter’s lair, Mikey is having some terrible nightmares (he has those often). They are trying to wake him up, but he won’t. So April uses her psychic powers to try and calm him down. She goes into his mind and can see what he sees, but also enters into a different place, kinda like mediating or something. Anyway, I may do more with this idea later….

Also I don’t really know what April’s powers do/are capable of so I’m making up whatever I what XD

You know when Jamie tells Cathy that if he hadn’t believed in her, he wouldn’t have loved her at all? And it is in that moment when Cathy starts crying because she realizes it’s over. And you know why? Because she had stopped believing in herself a while ago and so had Jamie. Cathy had been watching her dreams fall through and what was left for her to do? Being someone’s wife? That is not the life that she wanted, that is exactly what she didn’t want her life to be, she didn’t want to be the girl who required a man to get by, she knew she could do better than that. And that’s why I feel so sorry for Cathy and why I connect so much with her. Not because she ended up being heartbroken. That sucks, yes, but you will move on eventually. But what about her life? Jamie is over and where can she turn? It’s terrible when you put so much effort into a relationship and then it doesn’t work. But can you imagine exerting yourself every single day of your life to achieve something and then never getting it? Honestly, I don’t even know how Cathy put up with that for so many time. And that was no one’s fault and definitely not Jamie’s. That’s the thing about this movie, they are real people, making choices, trying to get by and not being able to find happiness together.