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)

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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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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?

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sw meme ✥ 6/10 characters: finn

I’m not Resistance. I’m not a hero. I’m a stormtrooper. Like all of them, I was taken from a family I’ll never know. And raised to do one thing. But my first battle, I made a choice. I wasn’t gonna kill for them. So I ran. Right into you. And you looked at me like no one ever had. I was ashamed of what I was. But I’m done with the First Order. I’m never going back

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

Code Names
  • Link: From now on we'll be using code names. You can address me as "Eagle One".
  • Link: Mipha, code name: "Been There, Done That".
  • Link: Zelda is "Currently Doing That".
  • Link: Urbosa, "It Happened Once In A Dream".
  • Link: Daruk, "If I Had To Pick A Dude".
  • Link: And Revali is..."Eagle Two".
  • Revali: Oh thank Hylia.
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.”

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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.

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.

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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!

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. 

Edd is a pretty fly ace guy, and I’m honestly so glad he exists, because I relate to him on a personal level. 

Probably my favorite Edd scene was him just raising his hand and yelling “I don’t like anyone” when Rolly asked if anyone else was going to come out, because I’ve literally done that myself when coming out to people as asexual. I love him.

I’m determined to get to all the characters before Pride Month ends! 

🌈 Happy Pride, y’all! 🌈

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.

anonymous asked:

#31 Sirius please? I'm sorry XD

#31. Last kiss….why do you guys do this to me omg D: (it’s ok though I love writing sad stuff…this is a little different from other kiss requests I’ve done today so I hope y’all like it!)


The first time you kissed him, everyone laughed, because you were young and sitting in a circle pretending your butterbeers were alcohol and daring each other to do stupid things.  Remus was wearing a pair of boxers on his head until his next turn, Peter had admitted to stealing at least 20 galleons from his mum’s purse over the last year to buy chocolate frogs, and James had dared Lily not to say one mean thing about him for the rest of the game, much to her dismay.  Peter dared you and Sirius to kiss, which was scandalous because girls had cooties back then, but you and he had the same exact style of quill and at 11 of course that means you’re meant to be.  You kissed and made “blech” noises and Sirius made a show of wiping his mouth off on his sleeve.

The second time was in fourth year and you slapped him when his hand slipped under your shirt.  

Two years later after drinking a lot of what definitely wasn’t butterbeer, you kissed him again the same way, only this time you let his hand wander and yours did too as you both started to find your way around each others’ bodies that you would soon come to know so well.

You kissed him on October 31, 1981 at precisely 5:32 in the evening after you got home from work, and you remembered it clearly because it was one of the last times you were truly happy.  Mere hours later, your entire world came crashing down.

12 years later you weren’t sure if he remembered how to kiss, so you didn’t try, you just held him in your arms and stroked his hair and thanked any god there might be that he was back with you again.  His hair was longer, his skin pallid and loose on his gaunt face, and angry lines of blue tattoo ink spidered their way across his chest and back, artistic scars from his time locked away.  But he was there, and he was alive, and you still loved him and he you, and when he fell asleep on your chest you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead for the first time in over a decade.

The final kiss you shared wasn’t special and it wasn’t romantic.  It wouldn’t even be memorable were it not for the fact it was the last.  You were in a rush, tearing around Number 12 Grimmauld Place in search of your wand, because something had come up, something about the Department of Mysteries, and Sirius’s godson Harry was in danger.  Members of the Order were darting about left and right, some had left already to help and Sirius was beside himself because the Weasley boy’s mother was telling him he couldn’t go, he musn’t dare.  You nearly barreled into him at the bottom of the stairs after retrieving your wand from his room and he looked you in the eye desperately.  You knew better than to back Molly’s demands up, for Sirius would go with or without permission.  His eyes were filled with a kind of wild anticipation–he did not want Harry to be in danger, of course, but he was also thrilled at the thought of getting out of the house for something, anything.  “Come on, love,” he said solemnly, and pecked your lips as he had done so many times before.  You barely even had the time to kiss back before he pulled back and you both Disapparated.  You had no way of knowing he’d at last left Grimmauld Place behind him for good.


I’m so sorry guys

Cait :)

ITH characters as things I've said
  • Usnavi: *crying* I spilled my coffee!!
  • Nina: Do you think that if I stare for too long at the closed books I'll get the knowledge I need?
  • Kevin: I feel...*dramatic pause*... useless...
  • Camila: I've had enough of you, so you better say sorry to each other, or else... *takes out a chancla*
  • Benny: *on the speakers* is this shit on? *hears an echo* Shit, it was on...
  • Vanessa: I am DONE™ *exits the room*
  • Sonny: I am the only serious person on this room but NO ONE takes me seriously because I'M TINY!
  • Abuela Claudia: You are all so beautiful, guys! I love you!
  • Daniela: I may be savage, but only when it's necessary.
  • Carla: Nah dude, no gossip with me *five minutes later* YOoO, have you heard that...
  • GP: I think I committed a crime but not exactly...
  • Piragua Guy: I do so much for y'all, please notice me...
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…”