i'm sorry guys it had to be done

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A messy little comic where a discovery is made (and the masses eat it up).

Part 2

I told you I would return lol (Season 1)

you guys really need to stop referring to exo as the kings of kpop. their concepts aren’t even that unique and every thing exo does, bts has done it before and done it better. exo is lacking in talent and the only reason they are even successful is because of their company and sike im actually just kidding lmao exo are legends no exo no life buy the war: power of music on itunes

Time to infodump about something that’s been on my mind lately about Overwatch lore stuff. I actually don’t know if anyone has brought this up or pointed this out before, but if so hit me up.

Let’s talk about yellow eyes. Not like jaundice style yellow sclera but like full on yellow irises.

I first noted it in ‘A Better World’ because frankly I think a lot about things that involve Symmetra because she’s very important and anything that even hints at more Symmetra exposition has me interested.

Satya Vaswani canonically and prominently has big bright yellow eyes. This is shown off pretty conspicuously several times in her ‘A Better World’ comic. This is something I initially chalked up to it being a very cool look and it being the fictional space future. Maybe some people just have yellow eyes in the Overwatch universe. Maybe it’s just a design thing. That could still be all it is. There’s a talking gorilla. Yellow eyes aren’t that wild.

But it did stick out to me a bit especially the more I realized that other characters generally (with some notable exceptions) seemed to have eyes that fell within the natural spectrum as we know it. Blue and brown predominantly. When I started setting aside the exceptions and what most of them had in common, a pattern starts to develop.

Another member of the yellow-eyed club is Junkrat. Notably his shade is significantly more orange-y. Many people speculate this is related to him being exposed to the weird comic-book-style magic radiation of the Mad Max outback or whatever his mysterious ‘treasure’ is and that could be it. Yellow eyes could be a symptom of some kind of exposure. But let’s keep looking.

Our next example I noticed and the one that somewhat convinced me there’s something to this is Widowmaker. Mostly because we know definitively that her appearance was dramatically altered directly as a result of being captured and having ~something~ done to her and the fact that the shade is very similar to Symmetra’s. Does this raise the possibility that the same something or a similar something has been done to the others?

There’s one more member of yellow eye club!

Here’s a really good shot of Winston’s very very yellow eyes. A quick google reveals that the standard natural gorilla eye color is more of a lovely reddish brown, so this definitely feels like a conscious change. In this instance too, we know that Winston without a doubt has been augmented in some way. I mean obviously, most gorillas don’t talk. In voicelines with Mercy, she even mentions his ‘genetic therapy’. Does that line put a name to what’s been done to these three? Hard to say!

So here we have three suspects, all connected to the themes of weird science and having had their bodies augmented in potentially dubious ways. I think this is a pretty interesting thing to note especially for Junkrat and Symmetra fans. It definitely makes you wonder about what exactly the Trash Guy’s been getting into and as for my #1 girl…

What has Vishkar been doing to her? They’ve had plenty of opportunity, considering it’s canon they ‘acquired’ her for training when she was very young.

And looking above we can certainly see not everyone in Vishkar has this in common with her. Presuming something has been done to her, it hasn’t been done to the people in charge of manipulating and handling her.

In conclusion.

Yellow eyes, guys. Yellow eyes.

Bellamy: haha, do you guys dare me to make out with Clarke?

The Delinquents: No

Bellamy: *Shakes his head while chuckling* I can’t believe you guys are making me do this

The Delinquents: we’re not

Clarke: LET THE MAN SPEAK

cathcer1984  asked:

Sorry I feel like I'm being a pain, asking so often... but do you guys have a werewolf convention tag? Where things like Electricity in the Contact and Wake Up Call and Pretty in Tents and similar fics would be? If this makes sense? ... its late and I'm not wearing my glasses. Thanks in advance.

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Anonymous said:Can you rec some werewolf convention fics? Thank you x

Omggggggggggg….NO.  I had this huge post almost done, and then accidentally dragged another tab on top and it reloaded this page, so I lost everything *wails*.  I think I recovered most of the links, fingers crossed!  (damn you, Tumblr!!!  Let me save replies as drafts!!!!!)  -Emmy

Originally posted by batlabels

Indulgence by Inell

(2,500 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!Stiles, married!sterek, public sex

Derek and Stiles indulge in a mutual kink in a hotel corridor outside a crowded ballroom during a werewolf conference.

Pack Dynamics Among Born Werewolves by alocalband 

(3,009 I Mature I Complete) *sterek, enemies to lovers

A Werewolf Convention AU in which both Derek and Stiles are complete nerds about supernatural politics.

Anything But Dull by tryslora

(3,593 I Teen I Complete)  *stackson, fake!sterek, arranged marriage

Politics is everything at a werewolf conference. Stiles is pretending to be Derek’s boyfriend. Peter is trying to make alliances by marrying Jackson and Malia off to other packs. And Jackson is frustrated by wanting the one person he can’t have.

Only Fools (Fall) by werewolvesandarrows (nerdy_farm_girl)

(4,836 I Teen I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott

Scott knew this was a bad idea from the get go.
Okay, maybe not quite, but let’s just say he had some reservations about bringing Derek and Stiles to the Northern California Alpha Symposium as his guests. He was willing to take a majority of the blame, but he just wishes someone (coughLYDIAcough) would have stepped in and straightened this out before things got out of hand.

Operation Get Derek Laid by Kikileduc 

(5,109 I Mature I Complete)  *sterek, secret relationship, spark!stiles

There’s pining, misunderstandings, confusion, a little jealousy…

Stiles and Derek they have a nice thing, no one knows, yet. The issue is, they want their alpha to get lucky at the werewolf seminar, and well Stiles thinks Derek wants that too…

Two Beds + Three People by KuriKuri

(5,145 I Explicit I Complete)  *derek/stiles/scott, polyamory

“You’re not going to try out the bed, Derek?” Scott asks, and Derek really, really hopes Scott doesn’t notice the way his heart skips a beat. There are many ways Derek can think of trying out Scott and Stiles’ hotel bed, none of them appropriate.

(Or: sour skittles at a werewolf convention.)

Alpha and Emissary by Chiomi

(6,319 I Teen I Complete)   *sterek, magic!stiles

One hears rumors, seeping out of Beacon Hills on waves of smoke and blood.

And then one sees the True Alpha’s Star Wars swim trunks.

The whole weekend is very unnerving.

My Best Decision (Has Yet To Be Made) by only_one_word 

(6,563 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, emissary!stiles

Stiles knows a couple things about Derek:
Derek doesn’t like to speak in full sentences in the morning
Similarly, he doesn’t like asking for help

Family Unit by AsagiStilinski

(8,851 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, magic!stiles, packmom!stiles, roadtrip

So werewolf symposiums are a thing

That’s a thing that exists, it’s happening, it’s in the world now

And Stiles doesn’t know what in the name of hell he did to deserve this

(“It’s a mixed supernatural convention Stiles, not a ‘werewolf symposium’!”“)

We Have Potential by dragon_temeraire

(10,196 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake relationship, werewolf culture

Derek has finally been invited to the annual North American Werewolf Convention. The only problem? They’re expecting him to bring a significant other. He doesn’t actually have one, but everyone volunteers Stiles for the job.

Mates and Mushrooms by mikkimouse 

(11,536 I Explicit I Complete) *sterek, fake/pretend relationship, sex pollen, dubious consent

Derek’s not that excited about spending three days at a conference getting propositioned by every Alpha with a single pack member. Stiles has a plan to make it stop.

It might be a great plan…if only Derek weren’t head over heels in love with him.

It might be an even better plan if someone at the conference didn’t have a vested interest in Derek staying single.

Find Me Sitting Poolside by TroubleIWant 

(14,286 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, fake/pretend relationship

“Oh, and you’re the Hales!” the host exclaims when Stiles slides the sign-up sheet back. “Or, Hale and Stilinski, I guess. For now.” She gives them a conspiratorial wink. “I have to say, we are just pleased as punch to see an adorable couple like you attending!”

Stiles tosses an arm familiarly around Derek’s shoulders despite all the bags hanging off them, and gives him a squeeze. “I know! We’re pretty much the cutest. Right, honey?” He shoots his Alpha a shit-eating grin.

Derek bares his teeth in what’s probably supposed to be a smile, except that it isn’t, in much the same way that they are supposed to be a couple, but aren’t.

Survival is a Habit by HelloWhyTheFuckAmIHere 

(15,805 I Not Rated I WIP)  *sterek, spark!stiles

Nearly a year after the Hale pack defeated their first real threat, Talia gets a call inviting them to attend the Triennial Pack Convention.  

They gladly accept, hoping to use the TPC as one last celebration before the younger members go off to college, but when a series of events puts the pack at risk, they find themselves in desperate need of allies.

Love You Harder by tryslora 

(24,886 I Explicit I Complete)  *scott/stiles, unrequited love, fake/pretend relationship, emissary!stiles

Pretend dating is hard. Like really. Like walking around hard all the time hard. Stiles is starting to wonder if he’s going to survive the experience.

Espy Me, While I Watch You by frostedgoddess 

(27,280 I General I WIP)  *sterek, spark!Stiles

Derek Hale is a lot of things; Alpha, leader, survivor, and hopeless closet fanboy to the devastatingly cute YouTube sensation, Spark Stiles Stilinski.

Then, Derek’s betas come up with an amazing plan to get Derek an emissary. Any Alpha’s dream come true.

And it will be, if Derek can juggle his responsibilities as an Alpha, judgement, guilt, and roughly a metric fuckton of self-loathing and doubt about whether he’s good enough for a beautiful thing like Stiles.

It’s Free (And Always Will Be) by kellifer_fic, maichan808 (maichan)   

(31,681 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, werewolves are known

Stiles starts looking around, like there’s someone who’ll rescue him from this painfully awkward situation and Derek can’t blame him. All he can think is this is some kind of elaborate prank Laura is playing on him after she’d found his pile of Fangboy back copies last month.

Or, the one where Derek has to marry a human to save Clawbook and it turns out to be Stiles. He’s completely doomed.

Of Werewolves and Dolphins by Ilovesocks_24 

(53,506 I Teen I Complete)  *sterek, scott/isaac, friends to lovers

  “Stiles, come on! It’ll be fun,” Scott said. “You can’t deny that seven days in the Caribbean on a cruise ship full of hot, single werewolves won’t be a good time.”

 “Maybe for you,” Stiles said. “Because you’re tan and have a six pack. No one is going to talk to me at all. Also, fun fact: I’m not even a werewolf.”

 “You don’t have to be a werewolf to come,” Scott said. “You just have to be twenty-one so you can drink. Or so hot guys can buy you drinks,” he added, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

 “No, thanks,” Stiles said, shrugging. “Go on without me, just send postcards with all the hot guys you meet.”

 “They’re stopping in Cozumel,” Scott said. “It says here that you can swim with dolphins.”

 “Did you say we could swim with dolphins?” Stiles asked, curiously. “Like the ones that do tricks at Seaworld?”

 “That’s what swimming is,” Scott said, eyes gleaming.  

 “When do we leave?” Stiles asked.

Or the one where Scott convinces Stiles to go on a werewolf singles cruise. Stiles is really only going for the dolphins. Until he meets Derek.

You Make My Heart Ache by grimm 

(248,910 I Explicit I Complete)  *sterek, parrish/stiles, nogistune/stiles, mates, stripper!derek, bakery au

Based on this prompt & photo! I couldn’t resist. :D

Rating: General
Applicable Tags: Fake boyfriends, Fluff

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An AU where Shiro is taking pictures of a party for his friend, and then he sees Keith playing the guitar–

(and we all know how Keith is when playing the guitar)

Did I hear LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT?

hi hello just me popping in to say that i love mr tom holland with my whole heart and sure i do have a massive crush on him and probably always will but thats not why i love him so much. i love him for his compassion, for his heart, for his spirit, for his talent and passion for doing what he loves, and for him just truly being himself. i love him for being the dork from london who does backflips to impress people and falls on his face, for how much he loves his dog, for how kind he is to children, for how amazing of a brother he is, for how much he appreciates his supporters. not because he’s attractive, not because i think that i own him/his decisions or will marry him, but because he’s just tom. and he should be allowed to do whatever he wants, and at times like these i hope he knows that the people who really love him don’t care what he’s doing as long as he’s happy and healthy. 

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Yooran Week Day 7: Pokemon Master and Slave Saeran-zard

Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 (Final)

HERE WE ARE. THE EPIC *cough* CONCLUSION TO AN EPIC *splutter* WEEK-LONG (PLUS SOME) BATTLE! Angel Yoosung and Devil Saeran end up as Champion partners in the Pokemon-verse! THE PERFECT ENDING AMIRITE?!? I MEAN, LOOK - SAERAN IS SMILING!!!! OMGOSH

Thank you everyone for joining me on this crazy and highly questionable journey. I hope you’ve enjoyed my crack take on the Yooran Week prompts as much as I’ve enjoyed doing them. The week has been fantastic and as Mod Amy I’m really happy to have seen so many of your amazing entries! YOU GUYS ARE THE BEST MUCH LOVE <3333

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culpability

/ˌkəlpəˈbilədē/

(noun) responsibility for a fault or wrong; blame.

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this is an illustration for @trufreak89​‘s thrilling-as-heck fic named culpability, done for the @carmillabigbang​. 

guys READ this!! i’m dying to know what happens next, the suspense is so well-written!

Vore Starters

-{ “Come on- I promise I don’t bite…”

-{ “I’m just trying to shelter you…”

-{ “Are you alright in there…?”

-{ “Hush- you’ll be fine.”

-{ “That wasn’t so hard… Right?”

-{ “I wouldn’t mind if you hid me in your mouth…”

-{ “ARGH! Would you quit tasting me?!”

-{ “W-Wouldn’t that kill me…?!”

-{ “That can’t possibly be safe!”

-{ “Did you really think you could evade becoming my meal, now?”

-{ “It won’t be much longer.”

-{ “You might as well make yourself comfortable.”

-{ “You promise you won’t digest me, right…?”

-{ “I don’t have all day. Are you willing to crawl in or not?”

-{ “I suppose it’s alright in here, even if it’s a bit slimy.”

-{ “Hey- I can hear your heart from in here!”

-{ “Would you keep it down? I’m trying to sleep.”

-{ “You better plan to spit me out after this.”

-{ “Don’t waste your energy- it’s not like you’re in any danger.”

-{ “Struggle all you want- you’re not getting out of there.”

-{ “I’m sorry… That it came to this…”

-{ “Would you mind if I curled up in your belly for a little bit?”

-{ “It’s a bit like your stomach is giving me a little hug… It’s nice.”

-{ “Of all the damn things you could’ve done, you just HAD to stuff me into your mouth and swallow me whole, didn’t you?!”

-{ “There- now you can’t get distracted and stressed!”

-{ “We really don’t have many options… Go ahead and open up…”

Ponyboy x Reader

Anonymous asked: “I’m sorry I let you fall for me” Could you do this prompt with ponyboy?

“I’m sorry I let you fall for me.”

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He was staring at you, tortured.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, entangling your fingers with his.

Ponyboy set his teeth on edge, turning away first. “There’s a rumble tonight. I don’t know if you heard.”

His words caused your breath to hitch in your throat. Distantly, you felt the Greaser tighten his grip on your hand, his thumb running over your skin in a shaky way. He was scared, that was obvious. You were scared. It was so stupid, both of you knew this.

You were a Soc and he was a Greaser. You’d face each other tonight in battle.

Both of you were sworn enemies. Water and oil. Blessings and curses. Deep and shallow-

“I won’t show.” Ponyboy’s suggestion tore you from your thoughts.

“No,” you said firmly, shaking your head. “They’ll find out. We both need to go.” You sighed. “We just have to try not to meet in the fray.”

Ponyboy looked unsure, but managed a smile. It perished before it reached his eyes, though.

“I love you,” he breathed.

You didn’t like that. This was a big deal, sure, but nobody was going to die. What the two of you had wasn’t going to fade. Your divisions weren’t going to take that away from you guys.

“I love you too, Ponyboy,” you murmured.

You lifted his hand up to your face and kissed the top of it, smiling back at him. “This isn’t going to change anything, you hear? We’re still on our date for Thursday,” you chuckled.

It took a few moments, but ultimately the boy joined you in laughter. “Good. I’ve been saving up some cash. You’re in for a treat, Y/N,” he said contently.

The most obvious issue seemed to wear away at that second, and Ponyboy wrapped his other arm around your shoulder. You exhaled softly as he pulled you close against his chest, running his fingers through your hair and humming easily. You felt his heart beat beneath the heel of your hand as his fingers fell away from yours.

It was dusk. Streams of orange bolted across the sky and melted deep into the horizon. Some stars flickered in and out of sight. You liked the way the scenery reflected off of Ponyboy’s eyes.

The rest of the evening was spent in comfortable silence, with your hands snagging in the boy’s shirt and his fingers combing through your hair. It was too late to relent your feelings for Ponyboy, you knew this. You loved him from the bottom of your heart. He felt the same way towards you. That wouldn’t cease. Well, you hoped it wouldn’t. It was truly your worst fear.

“Ponyboy!” a familiar voice echoed over the terrain.

Sodapop.

“Time to come home, bud! Gotta get ready!”

Ponyboy stiffened against you. It was evident that his brother was talking about the upcoming rumble. He pressed his lips to your forehead before gazing down at you.

“I have to go, but, I mean, I’ll see you later,” he stammered.

“Okay. Stay safe.” You kissed his cheek as he stood up. “See you soon.”

“Love you.”

“Love you.”

-

The night was still. There was no wind. No more stars either, too many clouds. And no Greasers. Yet.

You were sitting on top of the hood of your friend’s car. Most of the Socs were wrestling with each other already, but careful enough not to push each other to the ground. Your outfits were clean, something the Greasers never contributed in rumbles. Playful cursing filled the air and twigs snapped beneath people’s feet. Nobody was scared. Nobody allocated your fears.

“They’re here!” someone cried out.

So they were, you thought. Familiar faces came into your line of sight and you hurried to join your rank.

“Time to demolish the town’s inferior kids,” someone beside you growled. You were too busy looking for Ponyboy to pay them any real mind, though.

You still didn’t know all of the Greasers, but you recognized the three Curtis brothers and some more of their friends. Though a handful of them still looked unfamiliar.

Ponyboy took your breath away when you finally spotted him. It seemed you did the same for him when he saw you. The world between you two froze, and it was simply you and Ponyboy. No other labels were needed.

For a fraction of time, you weren’t a Soc and he wasn’t a Greaser. You were equals. You loved each other, and that was enough.

But the truth caught up to you and just like that, your hopes were eradicated. You were back, and Ponyboy dipped his head, averting your gaze. You did the same.

At this point the two groups were in a line, bracing each other for war. People’s teeth bared and hands formed fists. Anticipation was wearing.

“You cannot be your own saviors,” a Greaser taunted suddenly. It was Ponyboy’s eldest brother. He stepped out from his band and glared at the people you had grown up with.

“You cannot protect yourselves from us,” another Greaser jeered.

You knew the second Greaser. You had never talked to him, but you knew of him. Everyone did. It was Dallas Winston. Patches of purple already stained his knuckles. He was hungry for a fight. He was desperate.

“We wouldn’t dream of protecting ourselves against delinquents,” one of your Socs sneered.

Dallas stepped to the side of Ponyboy’s older brother, Darry, and puffed his chest. He was goading the Socs. You could almost see the steam pouring out of his ears.

“You deserve all of the hurt you’re about to get,” he seethed.

Your fellow Soc gritted his teeth. You saw the muscles straining in his neck, how his jaw tightened, how his eyes gleamed dangerously.

“Good thing your parents’ll be able to pay for your hospital bills,” Dallas stated.

The Soc couldn’t take it any longer. He pounced without say, but Dallas was ready.

The rumble was on.

A Greaser took you by surprise, slugging your shoulder and causing your dominant arm to go numb. His gray eyes flickered, and his grin widened. You did your best to protect yourself, jabbing at his stomach and dodging behind him, kicking the back of his knees. He was strong, though, too tall and too stocky for you to stand a real chance. A snicker escaped him as he landed another punch to your jaw, and you realized who this Greaser was.

Ponyboy had told you stories about the guy who could get out of any business with the fuzz. How he was still a junior at eighteen and a half. How he could brighten up anyone’s day with a joke. As he decorated you with dark colors, you wished you had gotten to know that side of him.

“Two-Bit!” you heard someone shriek. “You’re pummeling a body! Take a real challenge over here.”

That was Ponyboy talking, you perceived leisurely. Two-Bit gave you one last shove, and you stumbled to the ground, receding to your knees. But the male was gone when you peered back up.

By now your body was throbbing in multiple places. The side of your head hurt. You saw yourself curl your fingers, but didn’t feel it. There was a burning sensation in your shoulder.

“Y/N,” a hushed voice said.

Ponyboy was suddenly right beside you. You gazed at him and did your best to hide your smile. He didn’t do the same, but instead put his hand behind your head and repositioned you onto your back, grabbing the collar of your shirt to keep you from falling. At this angle, it looked like he was looming over you, spewing threats. But his eyes were soft and his lip was already bleeding.

“Stay low,” he instructed. “I don’t know how long this will last. This has been building up for months. Both sides are fired up,” he admitted.

“It’s alright,” you told him. “I’m fine. You should go, before someone realizes what you’re doing.”

Ponyboy grimaced, but laid your head on the grass gently.

“I’m sorry I let you fall for me,” he whispered.

You weren’t hurt bad, but your mind was slow, and you told him that he hadn’t let you fall. That he set you down gingerly.

Ponyboy frowned and opened his mouth to speak, although another voice rang out. A Greaser compelled him back to the fight, but he kissed the top of your hand as you had done to him only hours before. Then he bolted away.

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attempted forehead kiss
“I am sorry Okumura-san. I know my apology means nothing when compared to your pain. It also doesn’t change the fact that I would have done it again if I had to.
@askharu-okumura
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Normally I don’t like making posts like this, but there are quite a few people sending a lot of asks to this blog! There’s no way I can answer every ask, especially when one person sends 12 in the span of a few days! I would love to, but I simply cannot. For the longest time I stayed quiet on this, but it’s been happening for so long now, and at this point I feel like I need to at least make a small request for those people to tone it down a bit ;-; I encourage asks, of course, and I love running this blog! But if people send too many, it drowns out so many other asks, and makes the whole process more difficult. So please, try and refrain from doing so! I’m done rambling for now, and I’m sorry I had to make this post! I hope you all have a great day or night! Stay creative, guys!

I'm a white Person pretending to be a black woman

Sorry guys I’ve been lying to you all these years because a transphobe is sure that I’m not actually a black woman, I’m but a troll account. I’ve been catfishing you all for years. Never mind the fact that I’ve got an extensive tagged me and have done live q and a’s and have had my identity confirmed by literally hundreds of people.

Beast Boy took Raven to a stand-up comedy show once.

She didn’t realize they’d be sitting up front, and Beast Boy assumed that if anything, the comedians would pick on him since he was the most obvious choice.

When the comedian started picking on Raven instead, Beast Boy had none of it; he heckled the jerk all night until the comedian said: “You think you’re so funny? Why don’t you do the show?!”

So, he did it. He went up there and made fun of the guy for as long as he could before security had to get involved. 

Needless to say, they never went back, and Raven still counts it as one of the most selfless things anyone has ever done for her. 

anonymous asked:

I had a guy come in and ask to get his eyebrows done. I was dumbfounded for a moment and said, "I-I'm sorry, we don't do that here." He looked at me for a good ten seconds as if he didn't believe me before saying, "...Okay." and walking out. I work at a tanning salon.