Deleted lines from Suicide Squad #3
  • Amanda Waller:I'd like you to join our squad.
  • Deadshot:I'm an assassin. I may never miss, but I'm not going to shoot that accurately in an uncontrolled, unpredictable firefight.
  • Slipknot:I can climb shit. Do you need me to climb shit?
  • Boomerang:I guess I could throw boomerang knives at people. How much of that do you need?
  • Harley:Sounds like fun! The bad guy is something I can fight with my baseball bat, right?
  • Killer Croc:I'm big
  • El Diablo:Even though I'm the only one with an actual superpower, I refuse to use it because I legit can't control it.
  • Enchantress:*(gyrates something about eyebrows)*
  • Flag:But ma'am, they haven't even had combat or teamwork training.
  • Waller:Fine, fuck it. Bring me Vibe.
  • Vibe:*(dances the criminals away)*
Admin Miely // fact 3

I am a 4′11 (150 cm) Mexican Korean girl who says fight me too many times to actually be taken seriously.

     Please do not underestimate Nnoitra. Nnoitra is the Quinto Espada. He will not be defeated by someone below captain-level (please remember that it takes Kenpachi a while to break through his hierro)— and that’s only because Nnoitra is destracted by Tesra bleeding to death.  Nnoitra is a very powerful hollow, with battle experience gathered from almost 800 years of living and breathing the heat of battle. Please respect him and my headcanons . 


I wrote and posted this a while back, but then deleted it because I didn’t like how I wrote it. I still liked the idea, though, so I decided to rewrite it from scratch. It’s just my own idea, not requested, but I hope you guys like it. 😊

Summary: Draco and Harry fight, but then make up w/ lots of fluff

Draco hated going out. He hated everything about it. The stares, the pointing fingers, the comments of “Can you believe Harry Potter is with him?”, all the negative attention. It was horrible. But, after a lot of begging and convincing from Harry, he and Draco went out.

They went to a local club, and it surprisingly wasn’t that bad. They talked, danced, drank, and were just having a pretty good time in general. And, the place was so packed that hardly anyone even took notice of the pair. 

It was getting late, though, and Harry was very drunk.

“Harry, love, I think it’s about time to go home.” Draco told him when they sat at  a table to take a break from dancing.

“Just one more drink, Draco?”

Draco raised an eyebrow at him.

“Please, Dragon?”

Draco blushed slightly at the nickname, but smiled nonetheless.

“Alright, but just one more. Then we’re going home, alright?”

Harry nodded and Draco went to the bar to get a drink for Harry and just a water for himself. He grabbed the drinks and made his way back over to the table, but Harry was no longer there.

Draco scanned the area for his boyfriend, and felt his temper rise immediately when he saw him.

Harry was out on the dance floor, grinding up against someone who was not Draco. To make it even worse, that person happened to be Harry’s ex.

Draco slammed the drinks down on the table and walked over to where Harry was. He shoved the guy off of him and grabbed Harry roughly by the wrist and pulled him out of the club.

“Why are we leaving?”

Draco ignored him but released his wrist, continuing to walk.

They walked in silence for a few minutes until Harry spoke up again.

“Why can’t we just apparate home?” He slurred.

“Because, Potter, you’re too fucking drunk to apparate. And as mad as I am, I don’t want to deal with you splinching yourself.”

“Oooh, I’m Potter now? You must really be angry.”

Harry didn’t seem to realize that it was him that Draco was angry at. It dawned on him a few minutes later, though, when he realized Draco was ignoring him and had his fists and jaw clenched. Harry slowed down a bit so he was a few steps behind Draco, and then wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist from behind, stopping him.

“Draaagon,” he whined.

Draco turned around and shoved Harry away from him.

Don’t call me Dragon.”

Harry looked at him, confused.

“Why are you mad at me?”

“Oh, gee, I don’t know.” Draco had to fight to keep from screaming. “Maybe the fact that you were letting your fucking ex dry hump you in the middle of the dance floor!” He spat out and then turned to keep walking.

Harry, even in his drunken state, knew better than to say anything more, so he just walked silently until they were back at their flat.

Draco slammed the door behind him and turned to glare at Harry.

“I can’t believe you!”

Suddenly, Harry felt angry, too.

“Why? Because I actually like to have fun? Something you never let me do?!”

“Never let you do?! I fucking went out with you tonight, didn’t I? I drank and danced with you the whole time! And I have never stopped you from going out whenever you wanted, just because I didn’t want to!”

“Oh yeah, because that’s just a blast, going out alone! If you hate all the attention you get, maybe you should have thought twice about being a death eater!” Harry screamed.

Draco was at a loss for words at this. He knew it was just the alcohol talking, but it still hurt. A lot. He felt tears form in his eyes. 

He looked at Harry and shook his head in disgust.

“I’m done having this conversation. You’re too drunk to get through to anyway. I’m going to bed,” he said as calmly as possible and walked into their bedroom.

“We’re not done talking!” Harry yelled and followed him.

Draco grabbed Harry’s pillow and a blanket and threw them out the door to him.

“Well I am,” he said and slammed the door in Harry’s face and locked it.

Once the door was closed, Draco let his tears fall.

Fighting with Harry always made him emotional, but he’s never said something like that before.

Draco quickly changed into pajamas, which consisted only of his boxers and one of Harry’s t-shirts. Even if he was upset, the shirt was still his favorite.

He laid down and allowed himself to cry. Soon, he was a mess of sobs. He just couldn’t believe Harry had said that. Was it just the alcohol talking? Or is that how he really felt? Did he actually want to break up with Draco and that was his way of saying it? Would he even still be there in the morning? These thoughts kept playing through Draco’s head and his tears kept falling, both keeping him up all night.

Harry set up a temporary bed on the couch. His anger had dissipated the second he saw the tears in Draco’s eyes, that sobered him up pretty quickly. He knew what he said was terrible, and he knew he didn’t mean it, but he couldn’t stop the words from coming out of his mouth. He wanted to go talk to Draco now, knowing he could open the locked door with a simple spell, but he knew it would only upset Draco more. Plus, he figured he should wait until he was fully sober before talking to him. He could hear Draco crying in the other room, though, and it was killing him. Why would he say something so horrible when he didn’t even mean it? How could he be so stupid? And why the fuck would he dance with his ex? Or anyone that wasn’t Draco, for that matter? Would Draco even be able to forgive him? Despite Harry’s mind being busy with these questions, he was still able to fall asleep relatively quickly because of alcohol still flowing through his body.

Harry woke up around 6:00 in the morning, and he immediately remembered everything that happened, and immediately felt horrible all over again. He got up and walked over to the bedroom door. He could still hear Draco crying inside and his heart broke.

He whispered, “Alohomora,” and quietly entered the room.

Draco was laying faced away from him, and Harry could hear him sniffling.

Harry approached the bed and gently laid down next to Draco.

Draco felt the bed dip next to him and, as discreetly as possible, scrambled over to the edge of the bed, trying to put as much distance as he could between him and Harry.

He heard Harry give a quiet sigh and felt him scoot a little closer.

“Dragon,” Harry whispered and wrapped an arm around Draco, attempting to pull him next to him.

Draco’s heart fluttered at the nickname that he pretended to hate, but his body stiffened and fought to stay in it’s place. Harry stopped trying to pull him in, but kept his arm around him, hand resting on Draco’s stomach. Harry could feel Draco’s body shaking with his sobs.

“Love, please let me talk to you.”

Draco gave a small nod in response.

“I am so, so sorry for last night, Draco. God, I was so stupid. I know being drunk isn’t a good excuse, but it’s the only one I have. I couldn’t even tell you why I decided to go dance with that git, but I promise it meant nothing. You are everything to me and the only one I want. And what I said last night…that’s just inexcusable, but I didn’t mean it Draco, I swear. I do not blame you for your past. You are the most wonderful person I’ve ever met in my whole life, and I hope you know that. I’m just so sorry. I love you so much, Dragon, you have no idea. Even though I don’t deserve it, I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me.”

Harry tried to pull Draco close again, and this time, he let him. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of Draco’s neck, and waited for his response.

Draco finally turned around in Harry’s arms and looked at him, still teary eyed.

“I-I thought you were going to break up with me,” he mumbled softly.

“Draco…no. Absolutely not. I would never, could never do that. If anything, you should be the one breaking up with me.” 

Draco just shook his head at this and leaned forward to give Harry a soft kiss.

“So you forgive me, then?” Harry asked.

“Of course. You know I can never stay mad at you.”

“Good, because you’re my little dragon and I have no idea what I would do without you.”

Harry smiled at him softly and leaned forward to lightly kiss his nose.

Draco’s cheeks turned pink and he looked away from Harry.

“I thought I told you not to call me that,” he grumbled.

“What? My little dragon? But that’s what you are, love.”

Harry smirked at him when Draco attempted to give him glare that he could only hold for a few second.

“I really am sorry, though, Draco,” Harry said and wiped the tears that were still on Draco’s face.

“I know. It’s okay, Harry. I’m sure I’ll do something to make you angry at me at some point in the future. Then we’ll be even.”

Harry grinned at this and kissed Draco.

Draco smiled up at him sleepily when they pulled apart.

“Alright, love, it’s time to get some sleep now. I know you need it.”

Draco nodded and snuggled closer to Harry before closing his eyes.

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, too, Dragon.”


The skin contrast kills me, damn. WHY DO PEOPLE WHITEWASH MINGYU THOUGH LIKE HIS SKIN TONE IS JUST PERFECT WTF. Also, I wanna fight this guy. Badly(ง’̀-‘́)ง

I was tagged by @hoshehe and @pledisofficial. Thank you so much, my lovelies! I really enjoy doing this, but I’m trying not to spam my face too hard on this website, ah~. The struggles. ; ;

Also, a huge “thank you” to everyone who kept reblogging my selfies and adding the kindest tags!! My confidence just went up by so much, and I honestly can’t thank you enough. I love you all so much. :’)

Tagging: @minegyuu @wonplus @chxns @cafewoozi @kueonhoshi @wonwuuu @vernun @vonwoo @hoshinoyas @woupzi @junghkook @hearthobi @woojeez @jeonqhan-senpai @jeongahn! ♡

So I went out tonight and my girl friend got us talking to a bunch of guys and I was interested in one but was shy and he kept acting like he was into her so I shut down and started talking to this other douchey guy but it turned out that guy was shy and thought he was supposed to act insulting to me to catch my interest and kept telling my friend that he wanted to talk to me but was scared and i just???????

anonymous asked:

Omg may I get a scenario of Shiro's s/o trying to get everyone to play the floor is lava?

lol I love this! This was super hard to make it Shiro and his s/o when you asked for everyone so this is really just platonic fluff!

“Come on, guys, it’ll be fun!” You urged.

Keith sighed. “It’s so childish though, we have more important things to be doing right now.”

“Like what, getting your butt kicked by the training bot?” Lance teased.

“I’d like to see you fight at the level I do!” Keith argued.

“Guys, stop.” Shiro ordered. “It can’t hurt to take a short break every once in a while.”

You smiled. “See, even Shiro agrees with me!”

Hunk, who had been on board with your idea was helping you move a couple things around so that everything was accessible. “There, you should be able to reach everything now.”

“Thanks, Hunk!” You chirped. “Now, everyone get on some couches or footstools!”

The game lasted for hours. Hunk was the first one out and Pidge quit after a half hour to do some more research. Shiro only lasted one hour in total before falling, but you were convinced that he fell so he could go do something else more important. Yeah the game was fun, but who plays it for three hours straight? The answer was you, Lance, and Keith. There was no winner, Lance started to fall and he took both of you with him. You were never allowed to play the floor is lava ever again.

i had a weird dream last night about college and usually dreams dont have any plot for me but this one was like watching a teen drama

  • me:oh look, a big aluminum deposit! I'll just sit here and mine it for a while.
  • sentinels:*show up, start shooting at me*
  • me:come on guys, I don't like fighting, I just want to mine *shoots them down*
  • sentinels:*show up again and start shooting*
  • me:*reloading* ok guys I really JUST want to mine. STOP bothering me
  • sentinels:*another wave sees me and starts shooting*
  • me:*murdering countless robots with deadly precision* I AM A VERY PEACEFUL PERSON IM NOT HERE TO FIGHT

anonymous asked:

Hey you may be a but busy but I wondered what happens if there are tickle fights? I feel like Banjou would be this big buff guy that's hilariously weak to tickles but Kaneki is tiny and easy to gang up on and Tsukiyama…I feel like he would appreciate any kind of attention Kaneki gave him even if it was tickling

nah dont worry abt it lmao!! but dgasglks OMGGG i love this!! ;o; that’s so cute!!

where r they the most ticklish tho…i feel like banjous feet would b

anonymous asked:

((hi sorry this isnt rly relevant but do u think aro/ace cis ppl have a place in the lgbt+ community?? sorry u dont have to answer this if u dont wanna, discourse can get super super tiring id totally understand;;))

it’s probably something i’d have to think about and research more into before giving an opinion tbh, i know i’m grey-ace but i don’t know where i stand on this fully because yeah its a huge discourse and i wanna make an informed and well educated opinion and not just scream without thought… sorry i know my answer isn’t helpful 

me, as a grey-ace, kinda, stays in my own lil bubble and avoids this discourse, which probs isn’t the most responsible thing to do but i’m Old and Tired of arguing with people on the net about things???

and i know with the het discourse stuff it seems like i probs still wanna fight but guys im joking i don’t hate all straight people… there was a post i reblogged, that was essentially, “there’s a difference between Straights™ and Straights” and thats how i feel i know some cool straight people out there that are doing their best and then some just… bad.

if i hated all straights i’d have to hate my own family and friends who are chill…

i want my grandma to get tumblr she loves lgbt+ stuff and shes funny and swears a lot she could be the next tumblr superstar

Tag Meme

I was tagged by the lovely @my-nameless-bliss​. Thank you~!

Birthday: December 23rd

Eye color: Green

Hair color: Dark brown

Gender: Cis Female

Relationship status: Single and sick of it

Favorite subject: English and sociology

First three songs on shuffle:  

  1. Takin’ Care of Business - Bachman-Turner Overdrive
  2. Marry Me - Emilie Autumn
  3. I Know Him - Jonathan Groff

Zodiac sign: Capricorn

Siblings: One younger sister

Height: 5′8″

Favorite colour: Red

Pets: A shih-tzu named Toby

Wake up time: 5:30 - 7

Last thing I googled: ‘Imshael’; I wanted to see what happened if you took his deal in Inquisition, because I did not feel like fighting that guy.

Favorite books: Johannes Cabal the Necromancer by Jonathan L. Howard

Favorite artists/bands: Emilie Autumn, Fall Out Boy, Lady Gaga

Favorite tv shows: I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I really like Shadowhunters, The Daily Show, Whose Line is it Anyway, Archer, and The Golden Girls.

Dream jobs: Some sort of organizational, behind-the-scenes desk job related to women’s and/or LGBT rights would be nice. Hopefully something that doesn’t require a lot of phone calls.

Why I made my blog: Originally because someone I knew recommended it. I deleted that blog and made this one to keep that same person from finding me. Funny how these things come full circle.

Love or lust: Love

Lemonade or sweet tea: Neither. I prefer water or milk.

Cats or dogs: I’ve owned dogs all my life, so they win by default. Cats are wonderful too, though!

Coke or Pepsi: Coke, though if we’re being picky I prefer Sprite

Day or night: Night.

Text or call: TEXTING. My god I haaaate talking on the phone.

Met a celebrity: I met Cecil Baldwin back in 2014, when WTNV did a live show in Atlanta. He gave me a hug and a picture and was super nice all around. I still have the poster signed by him and the cast. (It was The Librarian, if anyone was wondering which show.)

Smile or eyes: Eyes for sure. They’re much more interesting.

Chapstick or lipstick: Lipstick! Even when I’m wearing nothing else on my face, I never leave the house without putting on some lipstick.

I tag: @hinny-of-neighvale, @oddeyedjong, @bilbothorin, @mio-chu, @m-aleciseverything, and anyone else who wants to do this!


A moment to admire Pokemon Uranium’s scenery, so lovingly crafted and full of clutter and, also!, glowing lights. It’s my favorite thing in the game.

Further updates, from the ~12 hour mark:

Guin, FeverfewWiggle who I really should rename, Undoce (you know, I don’t like fighting types as a general rule, but I think this guy is cutes)Nibbles, and Diamond (to be switched out sometimes soon) (what I really need is something to help with my fire weakness; Sheebit is my preferred pick because cute but it’s awfully lategame): team aesthetic!mon. Entering Amatree Town.

I refrained from picking up a Cottonee so that I could spend more time with the fakemon. As Cottonee/Whimsicott is far and away my favorite ever pokemon, I admire my self-control.

I am of mixed feels re: plot. I don’t like nuclear powering fearmongering, even inadvertent, even if it’ll be inverted. But I appreciate the mystery, and I love the Rangers and the sense of a larger social infrastructure, even when it’s clumsy (see: religion). Integrating pokemon into larger worldbuilding is my perpetual pleasure.

The plot’s social elements are ridiculously heavyhanded, esp. Theo. Pokemon games tend to be chronically underwritten, so I have a lot of practice projecting and elaborating; BW had the most successful plot of the series, both interpersonally and thematically–more explicit, significantly more complex, but still restrained, and so benefitting from projection and elaboration. So! I appreciate the desire for a more explicit pokemon game, especially re: parents, a relationship rarely engaged in canon. But Silver and Bianca and Cheren were all significantly more successful sympathetic rivals, in part because they were written with more restraint & their depth of character was earned.

The misc: Pacing is generally good; the journey to Amatree is a glaring exception, b/c combination backtracking, cave system, and a light/weather cycle that punished me with this:

all meant wandering in circles for ages. I don’t like the nuclear aesthetic, but enjoy the novelty of variant typing. I continue to hella admire the typing in this game, which I’ve become convinced is what raises the difficulty–there’s some punishing combos. (Grass/steel continues to oppose my aesthetic, but dang, so resilient. Subseed is my preferred playstyle, but Feverfew I play as a seedwall and it’s lovely.) There are some fakemon I’d love to import. I’ve run into significantly more bugs/graphical errors, but only one hardlock, and nothing game-breaking.  Vinoville Gym’s puzzle was hell tho given the input lag. (That said, turning off battle anims has significantly decreased lag.)

Ok so I pride myself on beings Flamboyant Gay™, but I don’t think some people get how hard it is. I wear rainbow sneakers and pride bands and volunteer for LGBT events and go to LGBT conferences. I argue with homophobes and I refuse to be quiet and I am so proud.

But man sometimes it’s just so hard. I love girls but like what if I just tried to like guys???? My parents would stop fighting with me and we’d be close again, there’d be no more death threats or bullying, I wouldn’t get spit on when I’m walking home, and I could go on a date without someone throwing rocks at us.

I act like its cool and play up the stereotypical Flamboyant Gay but man it’s so hard to be LGBT in public. Despite all my joking, sometimes I really do wish I was a heterosexual. Maybe then things would be easier…