so the other night I had a dream that some friends and my sister and I were all on a backpacking trip to hell. I have no idea why, I just know that we felt we had the weight of the world on our shoulders to complete this mission. I don’t even know what the mission was, but dammit we were going.
we were also keeping a cat in a cardboard box with us on this journey. This has nothing to do with the context of the dream, but I felt it was important for the mood.
so basically we’re all hiking down into the depths of the earth, (I think we got chased by some sort of massive beast that ate one of my friends, but frankly it wasn’t important enough to remember) and basically we finally get to the Foyer of Hell. And this place is essentially a food court filled with demons.
think the Mall of America on a Saturday afternoon but all the lights have a weird red tinge.
and we see a McDonald’s.
immediately I’m like “guys, listen. I really need to know if Hell McDonalds tastes the same as Minnesota McDonald’s.” So I bought a double cheeseburger meal and an egg mcmuffin meal and just fucking went to town at these shitty school-lunchroom style tables. We had the Cat Box on the table and were getting a lot of weird looks from the hellspawn around us
the verdict was that the egg mcmuffin was mediocre at best, the fries were all those really dry crunchy ones, the cheeseburgers were exactly the same, but the hashbrowns were fucking incredible. Never will I taste anything so ironically heavenly again in my entire life. Like. Fuck dude. The hashbrowns.
after that we went on our way to slay the demon king or whatever the fuck, I genuinely don’t remember.
Anyway the moral of the story kids is that if you’re in hell and you see a McDonald’s, order them out of hashbrowns you won’t fuckin regret it
Am I the only one that doesn’t care at all that Mon El said that he loved Kara before Sanvers have said it? Like the relationship between Kara and Mon El is messy and lacks development, so I’m not surprised that he said that he loved her so quickly. In all honesty he may not even truly love her, she’s just the first person he’s truly been attached to and not a hook up, which he was doing on Daxam.
BUT Sanvers has been developed and I’m just waiting for that special moment that they actually say it. Not some type of “I’m saying this cause I don’t want to lose you bullshit,” but they say it cause it’s true. Cause they truly can’t live without one another and love each other, ride or die. When they do say it, it will be impactful and not easily forgotten like Mon El’s confession.
Genre: Do I write anything that isn’t smut? The answer is no.
Summary: Look up from your books once in a while. A good dick down might be on the other side.
Word count: 4,267
A/N: I’m appalled at the lack of Hoseok smut so I thought I’d polish this piece I had about him and post that. Enjoy! Feel free to request stuff as well.
at the silver and pink watch on your wrist as you typed continuously onto your
laptop. You sighed deeply as you pressed enter to switch line. This essay was
taking so long to write and you could feel all your focus slip away, tiredness
taking over in heavy presses on your eyelids. You met eyes with your charming
boyfriend on the other side of the table. He smiled at you sweetly before
looking back down at his papers. Unlike you, he was enjoying himself, writing
lyrics and listening to some music on his laptop, calmly sipping a warm cup of
tea. You glanced to your left and reached for your nth cup of coffee promptly
sitting atop a messy pile of books. You tilted it. Empty. A sigh made its way
between your dry lips and soon enough your cold hands found their way back onto
your keyboard, resting lifeless on the keys.
You were so
focused on getting this paper done that you didn’t notice Hoseok getting up to
make you another warm drink. His presence lurked tall behind your back as his
left arm entered your peripherals, putting a black mug down on the table,
making sure to push away all your scattered papers. He grabbed your other mug
under your soft stare. You lazily reached for the new drink and brought it up
to your mouth.
you Hobi.” you murmured.
He put the
other mug in the sink before standing behind you again, his gentle hands on
your shoulders, massaging the sore muscles. You took a long awaited sip. Hm… Chocolate?
that’s hot chocolate.” you whined cutely.
Stop 👏🏼 acting 👏🏼 like 👏🏼 Yuzuru Hanyu 👏🏼 is 👏🏼 Yuuri 👏🏼 Katsuki
This shouldn’t even have to be said, but guess what?? It does!
Recently, I’ve seen a lot of YOI fans get interested in Irl skating, which is great. You know what’s not great? Taking real life skaters, real life people, and acting like they are nothing more than characters in this amazing anime. They are humans, not characters.
Yuzuru Hanyu is a 22-year old ice skater from Japan, and he is absolutely amazing. He’s broken multiple world records, preformed amazingly despite him taking a face first fall on the ice (which really fucking hurts), etc
But kind of comments does he get for that? Comments like:
“Bruhhhh it’s a real life Yuri Katsuki!”
“Where’s his Viktor at 😂”
“*referring to when he clashed into another skater and took a face first slam onto the ice* OMG what if this happened in YOI”
These are actual comments I have scene on YouTube videos about Yuzuru’s skating/his performances
Oh and let’s not forget the little bitch who changed Yuzuru’s entire Wikipedia page to fit as if he was Yuuri (they changed his name, and took off all the names of his coaches and put Viktor, and just messed up a lot of articles)
Do you understand how messed up this is? This isn’t some anime for this man, this is his career; his life.
What’s okay: getting interested into ice skating due to YOI, making comparisons to skaters to characters: but not overly so, to admire ice skaters
What’s not okay: acting like irl ice skaters are Yuri On Ice characters, making serious situations that happen to ice skaters something related to a ship or any situation in Yuri On Ice, harassing a real life skater due to resemblance they might share to any character
-What?!? You can’t… you can’t… he’s my servant and your a guest here!
You got up, reaching for the handle when Arthur stop you. You were friends with him since forever, but you were very different. He always felt like he needed to protect you. When you won your first tournament, he stopped talking to you for weeks, because you could have been injured.
“-It’s just… he started, he’s not… normal… he’s…
-Hey, you said softly, I can handle myself. Anyway, you have a crush on Morgana’s servant, why can’t I talk with yours?
i’ve been missing from tumblr because life rocket boosted me to some place i don’t know how to return from.. lol but in that time, i doodled a bunch and slammed them all in twitter.. my life revolves around twitter because i get some good shit good shit there 10 outta 10 YEAYUH
omg i don’t make sense i’m sorry -lies on the floor- besides that, i’m busy with life and stuff.. the usual. been playing as much overwatch as my body allows.. also, lol i’ve gotten a lot of questions in my inbox about who i main, my guys. it doesn’t matter.. just know i love gabe reyes and i love drawing him with jesse.. -shrugs-
lookit all these messy doodles of gabe and jesse
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Marion, a librarian in her thirties, encounters Alex, a man who suffers from amnesia. He wants to find out more about his past but doesn’t know where to start. When Marion asks him what’s the first thing that comes to his mind, Alex replies with a simple “Mégas Aléxandros”.