i'm sorry friends :(

ways in which i’ve described Bakugou:

  • a fascinatingly complex kid who’s simultaneously very aware and yet constantly in denial
  • a kid with the emotional range of a teaspoon 
  • an angry frustrated little pomeranan who needs a hug but would refuse it if given the chance
  • Denial Child™
  • an emotionally constipated kid who has no idea how to reciprocate affection
  • a kid with a millionty different problems all wrapped together in a small, angry, explosive burrito 
  • a tiny little rage machine 
cherish your friends

Over the past month (and some) I’ve been very inactive on here for some personal reasons, as well as resolving certain situations with some people in my life.

During that time, I found myself getting more wrapped up in my own problems and issues and though I kept in contact with a few of my friends on here, I sadly and most regretfully fell out of touch with a lot of people that I considered (and still consider) to be friends.

Now that I’ve decided that I’m generally okay enough where I feel like I can return to Tumblr with a smile, ready to post and reblog and laugh and write, I have noticed that over the month I’ve been “gone”, I’ve lost a few of my favourite people on here.

It breaks my heart that some absolutely amazing people have deactivated, or just gone inactive, and it pains me to have no idea why or no way to contact them and offer them comfort and love like I used to.

What I’m trying to say is that it’s sometimes good to take time to yourself, but in that process, don’t let the people that you care for and who have been there for you fall to the wayside and slip away.

If you have made it this far, thank you for reading it and I hope that you take something away from this and cherish your friends as much and for as long as you possibly can. If I have not replied to your messages or asks or tags I am so very sorry and I do intend to reach back out to all those people that I was previously acquainted with. Thank you to those that have stuck with me despite my horrible communication skills; you know who you all are and I love you.

Here’s to a new start to what will hopefully be a good year for both me and this blog (especially with an incoming url change) and thank you to all of you that will join us on this journey. I love you all so much ❤

I’m feeling a little sappy tonight and I really wanna thank y'all for being so nice during my blog upheaval. I’ve lost some but to those that have stuck around: y'all are seriously amazing!! @royalrowena @fawnjensen @ushiiwakas @fvckingjensen y'all are so fucking amazing at putting up with my craziness and random shit on a daily basis and ily 💜

I come bearing Tales of Foolishness! So, day before yesterday I wander into the Subway down from work (where I’ve been enough they recognise me. Unfortunately.) Pre-lunch rush so it’s empty, the guys are all out the back. I call out a friendly hello so they know I’m there.

Sweet guy who always seems to end up serving me: Just give me a sec?

Me (cheerfully): Take all the secs you’d like.

Together: *awkward spreading silence*

Me: I’m so sorry that sounded so wrong I take it back, I mean take all the TIME you’d like, please, as much TIME as you want!

Him: *obviously trying not to laugh* Thank you.

Cue me valiantly resisting the urge to facepalm and avoiding eye contact, him valiantly resisting the urge to burst into laughter (all credit to him for that one!), and me fleeing with my sub.


I’ve spent a lot of time deciding whether or not I should write this post now, when I’m upset and salty, but with every negative comment about Russia and Russian people I was growing more assured that you, guys, really should read this and fucking THINK.
Here’s the thing: I LOVE Sherlock fandom. I love the Russian part of it, full of incredibly talented people who literally make ART and I love this big English-speaking part, too, you’re fantastic. We don’t ALWAYS get along, there’s a bunch of really bad toxic people talking shit. These guys are everywhere. But the big question is: are those the ones talking right now or is the whole fandom full of shit?
You know what happened: Russian Federal Channel leaked the new episode before the actual air date. Let’s not talk about all the “fake ep” thing with multiple endings theory and whatever and focus on the part where SOMEONE. FROM THE TV. FUCKED UP. We don’t know and probably we’ll NEVER know if it was an accident or this certain someone did it on purpose, but RUSSIAN DUB OF TFP HAS ENDED UP SOMEWHERE WHERE IT SHOULDN’T BE.
We, Russians, all reacted differently. Some people stopped whatever they were doing and went to watch the episode (and I’m SURE that most of you would have probably done the same thing), some were very upset and quit all the social media to avoid SPOILERS, some started spreading these spoilers EVERYWHERE (who can judge them? It is Sherlock after all).
That’s it. That’s the whole story. We didn’t have a referendum on deciding should we leak TFP ep or not. We didn’t ask the channel to do this. We are probably even more surprised than you are, AND lots of people are not even going to watch the leaked episode.
When I logged in to my tumblr account I EXPECTED something like this. You, guys, are not really fond of Russians or Russia in general, I understand that. It’s funny and upsetting and we just kinda accepted this shit. However I never expected the amounts of HATE towards our nation and our country and WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?
I haven’t said anything to the yoi fandom, because, well, homophobia is smth we really are responsible for and I have nothing to say but THIS.
I really REALLY wanted to finish this with wishing you love and peace, but not this time, no.
THINK ABOUT WHAT YOU’VE DONE. About all the people like me (angry, bitter and disappointed), or unlike me (probably REALLY upset and insulted). THINK AND

Downtown chillin’

Fave trio tbh.


i see the the “draw pearl (with ears??) at 4am when you wanna draw but don’t know what to draw” door is still jammed wide open

Hi my name is Jesse McCree and I have a gun called Peacekeeper (that’s how I got my name) and a cool hat and a serape and brown eyes that look like the dirt and a lot of people tell me I look like Clint Eastwood (AN: if u don’t know who he is get da hell out of here!) I’m not related to Gabriel Reyes but I wish I was because he’s a major fucking hottie. I’m a cowboy but I’m like a cool cowboy. I have tan skin. I’m also a member of Overwatch and I go to a secret base called Gibraltar which is in Spain where I’m a veteran (I’m thirty-seven). I’m a cowboy (in case you couldn’t tell) and I wear mostly western. I love Country Outfitter and I buy all my clothes there. For example today I was wearing my red serape with my hat on my head and my super cool belt buckle. I was smoking outside of Gibraltar. The sun was setting, which I was very happy about. A weird japanese man on a cliff stared at me. I shot a bullet at him.

Show Me Love 12

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Plot:  Coming home is never easy.  Goodbyes are even harder.

Warnings: The return of Wanda and Nat, girl talk, Language, ANGST

A/N: I’m so sorry.

Missed something?  Find the beginning HERE

⬅️⬅️PART 11 ||| PART 13➡️➡️

You sigh as you shove yourself deeper into your old couch, a glass of water on the coasters you hadn’t used since you moved out, painkillers scattered beside it.  

Wanda had moved into your old bedroom when you moved out, meaning the only place available to crash was the couch.

Thank god it was the most comfortable couch known to man.

Or perhaps it’s because you were too drunk to tell the difference.

Classes weren’t set to start for another week, and after your trip, you were dying for some quality girl time.

That and you couldn’t stand the tension that was hanging between you and Bucky anymore.

And not the good kind.

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

32 for my dear Otayuri heart I swear theres so many fics on episode 10 but what abt when they get married and have kids what abt then?!?

sorry that this is so late I’ve been either busy or too tired ;;;; but here ya go! it’s otayuri in their early thirties, settled down and shit, husbands and all.

32. “Why did we have to have kids?”

“Why did we have to have kids?”

Yuri is a mess. Hair in a bun and loose strands sticking out in every direction, flour on his apron (which has the words ‚best dad‘ written on it with textile paint in a messy handwriting), cake batter smeared on his cheek and a wooden spoon in his hand. Well, technically it’s just half a wooden spoon.

He looks just about as done as he possibly could be. 

Otabek thinks he looks beautiful.

“Wasn’t my idea in the first place,“ Otabek shrugs, calm as ever, as he rocks their 8 month old daughter on his knee. She’s shaking a rattle and gurgling incoherent noises, unaware of the chaos that just happened in the kitchen and just as at peace as her dad. As one of them, that is.

They can hear laughter from the garden to which the twins have fled after making a mess in the kitchen trying to bake a cake with Yuri and (inevitably, Otabek thinks) sending the mixing bowl flying to the ground, making it shatter and the batter splash everywhere.

It’s a beautiful Sunday afternoon; the sun is shining brightly outside and the sprinklers are on to water the grass and plants in the garden. At least Nikolai and Viktor are going to get clean.

Otabek gets up to put Mila in her high chair and goes to get a cloth from the sink. Suddenly, there are arms around his waist and a head on his shoulder. An exasperated sigh follows.

“Children are the worst,“ Yuri whines into Otabek’s neck.

Otabek wrings out the cloth. He lets out an amused chuckle.

“But you love them anyway.“

The wind carries the twins’ laughter through the window that goes out to the garden. Yuri sighs again, this time gentle and affectionate. Otabek thinks he can feel him smile against his neck.

“But I love them anyway.“

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