170424 Jackson’s Ending Speech in Perth

“We are now in the last stop of our Australian tour, and we’ve been to different cities, we’ve met different cities, we met different people. We also ate different food. But the only thing—Everything was different. But the amount of energy and passion you guys have – that Australian people have – was really a memorable moment for us. And I know sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes it’s really tiring while supporting us all the time. Because of all the rumors. Because all the other issues. At the end of the day, I just want you guys to know, we are still us. I’m still Jackson. Still the old Jackson that you guys know. Through the highs and lows, and every day, what kept us going on, and no matter how tiring everything is we all suck it up and shut our mouths and just work our butts off – because of you guys. Because we want to make you guys proud. We will be back soon. I’ll see you guys next time. Until then, be healthy mentally and physically. Thank you very much.”

[© shared with permission from @jiminsofts on Twitter]

Just a Dream

So I have fallen completely in love with @thebbros and I encourage you all to check it out and give @blogthegreatrouge the creater of this AU some love! This has made me really excited to get back into writing, which more will be coming soon. Until then, thank you so much for your support, and I hope you enjoy. So without further ado, all aboard for another adventure! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Ozzy? Wake up honey, you don’t want to be late for your own show do you?”

The rabbit grumbled a bit before he opened his eyes, the sweet call of his wife enticing the sleep to part.

“Mmm…Ortensia?” Drowsiness coating his voice.

Wait a minute, Ortensia!?

He bolted upright, the covers flying in sudden shock. How? She was dead, he was there! His hands had been drenched in her blood, tears, and that sickly ink. What kind of a sick joke was this?!

A soft hand touched his cheek, making him look in that direction. She stared in his eyes, filled with loving concern.

“Ozzy? Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He could hardly speak. She was there, alive right in front of him. Was it all just a bad dream?

He couldn’t help himself, he pulled her tight against him, tears flowing down his furred cheeks. He wanted to take everything in. Her smell, her warmth, her soft fur. He would never let anything happen to her again.

“Oswald? Are you sure you’re ok?” She asked worriedly. She only ever used his birth name when she was worried or cross.

He pulled back, wiping his tears with a soft laugh.

“Heh, yeah. Just…*sniff*…just had a bad dream is all.“

She gently wiped the tears that stained his fur as he lovingly kissed her small, gentle, perfect hand.

“Did you want to talk about it?”

He kissed her lips, soft and slow, cherishing the moment.

“Nah, I’m ok now that you’re here. Besides, we’ve got a show to do!”


The crowd cheered, the adrenaline rushing through his veins. Man was he excited for today’s act! He held out his hand to Ortensia, glittering in her pink assistant uniform.

“Well, it’s almost time. Ready to make magic and dreams come true Ortensia?”

With a soft purr, she reached out and held his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, smiling warmly.


With a final kiss, and a tremendous magical entrance, they smiled and waved, the cheers of the crowd raising their spirits.

Oswald looked around, it felt like it had been years since he felt this much excitement, this much joy. Everything was alright. He was living the dream.

He turned toward his wife, but for some reason she wasn’t where she was supposed to be. Everything suddenly felt cold.


He frantically looked around. What happened to the crowd, the light? Ortensia? Everyone was gone and he was left alone in the dark.

“Ortensia! Where are you?” His heart beat frantically as he ran, his legs taking him anywhere and nowhere.

The sound of a spotlight turning on startled him. He turned slowly around, fearing what he might find.


She lay there in the light, still, lifeless, her back facing him. Without hesitation, he ran towards her, tears welling up in his eyes. He carefully lifted her light body, turning her face towards him. His hands shook, eyes wide in disbelief.

“O-ozzy? Ozzy please…Help me…It hurts…” Her soft voice, barely a whisper cracked, the words choking amidst the ink. Her once beautiful eyes had now been ripped of color, blinded by the ink ravaging every inch of her midnight fur.


She seized up in his arms, the pain more intense than ever, her screams filling his ears.

Why? This wasn’t supposed to happen! What about their hopes? Their dreams!?

Her tears mixed with the ink, her screams of anguish bleeding out in an awful chorus. He held her tightly, his own screams joining in.



He woke up with a start, the sheets crumpling under him. His tired eyes surveyed the empty room, cold and dull. His hand, fur rough and unkempt rubbed his once again emotionless face.

It was just a dream.


The door creaked open and brightly, but quietly hopped in one of his many beautiful children. They crept close to the bed, their large eyes filled with youth staring up at his withered eyes.

“Papa? Uncle Goofy and I want to know if you’d like to come with us to go shopping?”

He stared blankly, the fright from earlier long since gone. He reached down and lifted the child up, a quick hug, stiff but filled with a pained love. He nodded solemnly. The words mocked his mind as he walked out the room with his child.

It’s your fault the dream died.

His emotionless face showed nothing of the demons he fed, his hand loosely holding the tender paw. Today was just another day without her. Sure he loved his children dearly, but without her, how could he ever smile again? His baby brother, friends, his own kids always tried to cheer him up, to make him smile even a little. But for everyone, even himself, it would never be.

That would just be another hopeless dream.


Meeting Iain and Elizabeth - My Weekend at C2E2

I don’t really know how to start this because this weekend was such an experience, and I had to the most wonderful time. I know a lot of you have been asking about my time there, so here’s a full rundown of my weekend. Most is under the cut because IT’S A LOT.

I’ll start with what you really want to hear. As most of you already know, Iain and Elizabeth were both the kindest human beings on the planet. Iain was just so nice and thoughtful, and he genuinely enjoyed meeting everyone at the con. You could just tell he was having a lovely time, which made the whole experience even better. And of course, Elizabeth was a complete angel, running a guy down to return his pen, and was completely sweet throughout the whole weekend.

Now, onto my Saturday experience!

First off, I have to thank @eclecticmuses​ for letting me follow her around like a lost puppy all day Saturday. Honestly, I had no idea where to go, so thank you for being so kind and leading the way. You were a lifesaver, and so much fun to hang with all day!

After meeting up with some of her cosplay friends, we went directly to Iain’s autograph line. We were about 15th? in line, so we didn’t have to wait that long, but let me tell you. Once Iain came out and sat down, the f-bombs were flying amongst our group bc we were losing our shit. After about a minute of everyone having a little excited panic, we calmed ourselves (as much as possible) and waited for our autographs.

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anonymous asked:

This isn't really a question;.... ._.;;; but I just really wanted to tell you that You're an amazing human being and deserve to loved and respected. I'm sorry for all the shit you have to go though on a daily basis and hope that you find a better community on your new blog. :) Idk just please be happy;;;

im crying thank u il u,,

Update (So I’ve done something extreme)

Hi everyone.

I know it’s a lot of ask for, because you’ve all always been there for me and I’ve always asked for your support. But I’ll have to ask again. My life has and was still going down a path I didn’t want to go down and I’ve let it get so out of hand until I just…I just snapped. Now, I’ve really really got no place to live, no money for food or anything. But I’ve got a direction I know I want to go.

First off, thank you to @curlysword @legitimateluffy @cyriusli @roomshxmbles @firecatkitten @sosolawlu @madame-austere @welcome-to-sanjis-shitty-kitchen @theveryhungrycatahitler @insatiable-curiosity85 @dragon-shade-lamp-posts @demonkidd-asura @malfunctioningkitten @ryuichicentric @auspizien and many more wonderful users for being here for me to talk to off and on. I am so sorry I haven’t been around lately because of my situation. It’s made me very sad to not be able to interact and be online like I used to be.

So I’m still alive, barely. Yesterday I had my work orientation at the hotel my parents were forcing me to work at. And I went through the day, holding it together pretty well. I was shown how the banquet works, how the system is supposed to log me in and out and how everything I do has to be signed for and documented. 

From buying a muffin to drinking coffee I would have to count every single second of every single thing I do at the office. My job was supposed to be Sales for Events. I had to close my triple earring piercing I got (just like Zoro’s), and I would have had to dye my hair black. I would be stuffed into a pencil skirt and look just like everyone else and talks just like everyone else and kiss ass to big-named corporate clients to convince them to have their events at the hotel.

I would have had to wear three inch heels from 7am to 6pm (minimum, sometimes these girls go home at 10 or more), until my toes cried every, damn, day, Monday to SATURDAY. Saturday. Those don’t count as overtime people. I get one day off a week.

I would have gone home, exhausted, stressed, confused and completely and utterly miserable with my life. I knew this. I knew I would hate this. I knew I would hate a corporate outfit. I knew I didn’t want to be stuck in a pencil skirt and made to look and act like some mindless, faceless drone.

And yet my parents wouldn’t listen. I already told them I would hate it. I went in to work, saw what was going to happen to me. Saw how they were dumping all the previous girl’s (she quit because she couldn’t take how they were treating her anymore, I went snooping and saw how she was getting penalties and timecards asking why she was even ONE MINUTE late to signing in to work and having tog ive reasons why she shouldn’t be penalized) stuff on me because nobody else would take it.

I never wanted that kidn of life where I could only think back and dream about how I used to draw, used to hang out with my art friends, used to chat, used to run for advertising deadlines and deal with clients who have no idea what they want and what I’m doing. I’d prefer that.

I’d prefer sleeping on someone else’s couch and wondering where my next meal is going to come than live in 3 inch heels and a pencil skirt, kissing up to people I don’t even know or care about to meet an impossibly high quota.

I didn’t want it. I didn’t want to even try. I know where I wanted to try my luck. I wanted to try advertising, I wanted to try concept art, I wanted to cry over why my designs weren’t good enough yet instead of cry over wondering how the fuck I became a pencil-pusher who was only earning 780 usd for going through this miserable bullshit. I’d rather work at a convenience store and take shifts and ride the bus and have an erratic schedule.

So I snapped. I came home. In the middle of opening my packages to dye my hair black I had a meltdown. I cried. I wailed, even. I didn’t want this and I don’t want this still and I will never want this experience ever in my life.

My dad kept insisting ‘just try it for 2 months and then look for another job?’ 2 months?! Does he really believe that I was going to be able to look for something else while waking up at 6 every morning and going home past ten every night MONDAY TO SATURDAY? This job was a TRAP. This job was so that I didn’t have time to do or work or think about anything else but this damn job. No. I’m not even going to try. This was a trap and I just know it was my mother’s idea. She’d even called the house before to ask people to make sure I wasn’t drawing. (Like wtf, woman?)

This may sound like a coward’s way out, but I know a trap when I see one. I know myself well enough to know that I was going to be miserable there and I was going to be cornered into not being able to leave unless I outright just walked out and quit like the last girl and just become unemployed again. So I might as well stay unemployed.

There were a lot of things that happened that led up to this meltdown but this post is long enough as it is. The gist of it is that I’m so, so, SO DAMN TIRED of my parents guilt-tripping me and calling me ungrateful just to force me to do something I don’t want to do. I have never EVER gotten any moral support or positive reinforcement from them my entire life and I had had ENOUGH.

I didn’t report in to work today. Last night, while I was wailing my head off and scaring the shit out of the neighbors I called my mom and screamed at her that I hated her. I messaged my dad and told him I hated him. Extreme and I was wrong to do that and I will apologize, but I don’t regret it. I’ve been keeping everything I want and everything I wanted to do and be inside me for so long they even managed to wedge me into a corporate outfit that wasn’t even remotely close to what I even studied for. They did it so easilly, because they have money and power and friends in high places…

I just want enough to get by in a small apartment, a bed, food, wifi, water, electricity and time to work on my art. That’s all I want and that’s all I ever wanted.

I’ve been kicked out of the house I forced to move into because that’s where my mom puts all the people and things she doesn’t want to look at and think about anymore. (My two aunts and grandma are either too old to work, have cancer or have strokes and fainting fits every once in awhile and they all say she’s just waiting for them to die.) Right now, my uncle is keeping me at his place where I’m typing this and figuring out what to do next.

I’ve planned to work at a call centre in the meantime to tide myself over while I look for a job at an ad agency or an animation company, no matter how small-time. I just don’t want to be in corporate. I was scared to apply before because I thought I wasn’t good enough. That’s how I ended up in this corporate-bullshit situation. Now, I have no choice.

I’ll still be posting art. I’ve got things done and scheduled until the 17th of May and I’m looking to make an even longer buffer this week while I also get my portfolio together. Thank you all so much for being with me. If you like my work, right now, I’d really, really appreciate it if you’d support me on my patreon. I’ve always got things for you guys to enjoy there, so I hope you don’t feel like you’ll be paying for nothing.

I’ve got to go for now. Battery’s dying and I’m at the house alone so I’ll have to figure out how to get my shit together to get started on moving on.

Wish me luck.

A Hogwarts Issue
  • INTJ, ENTJ, ENFP, and ESFJ just watched some Harry Potter. Things get interesting. Just a reminder ESFJ is Gryffindor, ENFP is Hufflepuff, INTJ is Slytherin, and ENTJ is Ravenclaw.
  • G: Why are all Slytgerins so MEAN. They're awful.
  • S: Great... now I have to kill you in defense of my house.
  • G: Point proven.
  • R: Well, why are Gryffindors always going and doing something stupid?
  • G: You want to take this outside?
  • R: Point proven.
  • H: Guys, just chill. Besides ENTJ, what makes you Ravenclaws so high and mighty.
  • R: Phhhtt! We're not prideful! That's beneath us!
  • H: No offense but... Point proven.
  • S: Why do you do that? "No offense?" Why are Hufflepuffs always so... nice.
  • H: Awwww! We're really not.
  • S: Point proven...
  • S, R, G, and H: *awkward pause*
  • R: Want to watch the next one?
  • Everyone: Yeah!

anonymous asked:

To anon, that was saying that Jikook are close friends. I understand what you mean... And it's actually true that if you are 24/7 with someone that you get closer and become touchy and it's normal. I just wanted to say, that we all have close/best friends and i believe that we don't stare at them like JK stare at Jimin, and if you stare like that girl you have something to your friend 😂😂 I'm not shipper, it's first time i ship someone, and i started ship them because they have so much tension

(talking bout this)

I get that yeah, like if you see someone enough, you naturally become really close and touchy and shit. and jikook are friends like, there’s no denying that lol.  but you’re right, i don’t stare at any of my friends the way that jikook stares at each other. like……….. that shit fulllll of tension lol. and ur the same as me, ive never shipped any irl ppl like i do jikook…. like to the extent of making a blog about them and shit lol. jikook have so much tension it’s unbelievable. 

idk i feel like, of course jikook are close friends - it’s a given - but it doesnt mean they can’t be more. 

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Fake Chats #175
  • Jimin: so, Kookie, anytime you wanna work on expressing yourself, you can practice with me.
  • Jungkook: are you kidding me? You're kidding me, right?
  • Jimin: um, no?
  • Jungkook: I practice with you all the time! How could you not notice that?
  • Jimin: I thought...we just knew each other really well and have a special bond and so you were comfortable expressing yourself around me and to me and that it was all real and that you always meant stuff and-
  • Jungkook: hold up, no, no, no, that's all true. I just want to get to that level with everybody else.
  • Jimin: you want to be with everybody the way you are with me?
  • Jungkook: I feel like there's no right answer to that question.
  • Jimin: you just want to be as comfortable expressing your feelings with everyone as you are with me but not necessarily to develop the same special bond.
  • Jungkook: ...yes. See, it's easy with you. You just read my chaotic thoughts and arrange them as coherent sentences.
  • Jimin: you're cute. Also, you totally do love Jin-hyung's reactions. I am not fooled.
  • Jungkook: well, yeah, duh.

also i really really hope the good lars isn’t gonna be another one of those episodes that tries to get across that lars can be nice but only when he wants to be accepted so therefore he’s not nice at all, he’s just selfish. 

like i could go on and on about this…the moment i saw the episode lars and the cool kids i was super interested in lars; he seemed to be a recurring human character with huge potential for character growth. he was socially insecure and his low self-esteem made him lash out on others because he desperately wanted to be accepted. he constantly changes his outward opinions in favor of the cool kids accepting him, he keeps trying to act cool from everything from speech to posture, etc. horror club was a huge part of setting up that character too, with the scene where lars accidentally tore apart ronaldo’s picture because he was absolutely horrified at the thought of an awkward photo of him being broadcasted.

as much as i don’t like the whole messy conflict/conflict resolution in island adventure, hell, that was so telling of lars as well. upon realizing that there are no social constructs for him to adhere to on the island and no one else for him to act differently around for approval, he opened up and started being himself. 

and the song steven sang in that episode, “wherever you are?” the last line was why don’t you let yourself just be whoever you are

honestly island adventure did that part of lars’s character development right up until it was revealed that sadie secretly kept him there the whole time, with the episode basically ending up pressing the reset button on lars.

like, the situation isn’t even like it is with kevin, where he’s portrayed as nothing but unsympathetic. lars has been portrayed as sympathetic before, and it’s just so weird how he’s painted as this complex character, but only potentially. he could have been the perfect example of a character having negative traits but also learning to not let them get the best of him in the process and maturing as a person. so tl;dr, the good lars better deliver some much-needed development that doesn’t end with pressing the reset button again. if there’s one thing that saddens me the most it’s seeing really good concepts for characters being abandoned partway.

Issues (Jughead x reader)

A/N: Just wanted to do something to Issues by Julia Michaels cause I love it. Also I mean what an adorable moody nerd.

Tags: @thecupcakeconsumer, @courtneychicken

Warnings: potential language and like idk it’s kind of sad but then super fluffy really

Originally posted by mallverine

“Hope you all don’t mind; I have a little something I wanna sing for a little someone.” You gave the audience the first nervous smile all night. Everything else had been routine, but you had to get this off your chest now that you could see those blue eyes steadily watching from the crowd.

I’m jealous, I’m overzealous
When I’m down, I get real down
When I’m high, I don’t come down
I get angry, baby, believe me
I could love you just like that
And I could leave you just this fast

But you don’t judge me
‘Cause if you did, baby, I would judge you too

“Am I crazy or is she staring at Jughead?” Veronica hissed to Betty and Archie. All three stared between Y/N on stage and Jughead standing next to them. “Juggie do you know her?”

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So Fucking Cute

This is hella vague, but that means I get to be creative, so I’m gonna do it anyway. 

Description- Punk!Phil has to show new kid Pastel!Dan around school. However, their tour only reaches the boy’s bathroom.

Genre- Smut 

Word Count- 1281

A/N- What the fuck is wrong with me and why do I keep writing smut in first person h e l p 

Also why is every fic I write so cliche egh 

Every. Fucking. Class. I have every class with him. Dan Howell is his name. He’s this new kid at my school. Apparently we have every class together, so I’m supposed to show him around. But I really don’t want to hang around this kid. Just looking at him has me fucking weak. I don’t wanna talk to him all day. As if that isn’t bad enough, I hate myself for liking him. But he’s so fucking cute. 

We’re in different cliques. In fact, there isn’t even a clique for him here. But I have a reputation to uphold. I’m supposed to be the baddest punk in this school, yet here I am falling for this little pansy. If my friends see me anywhere near him, they’ll make fun of me for days. But I don’t really have much of a choice, do I? 

I was assigned to show him around yesterday, which was his first day, and met him then. Today, I’m waiting for him in the lobby before class starts. I spot him pretty quickly when he arrives. He sure shows out in a crowd. Today, he’s wearing a soft pink blouse with a softer purple skirt, topped off with crown of white roses. In the darkness that is our student body, Dan is a ray of pastel sunlight skipping along the pavement. “Hey, Phil!” He grins at me. 

“Hey, Dan.” I can feel myself blushing as I take in the wonder of his rosy-cheeked grin. His personality is so fucking cute. “Do you want to go get breakfast?” 

We sit across from each other in the cafeteria as we get to know each other. As I laugh at his joke about Donald Trump’s hair, PJ, one of my punk friends strides over. “Who’s your little fucktoy, Lester?” 

“He’s not my fucktoy. Take a hike.” 

“Fine, Lester. Have fun.” He winks and turns to walk off, but I stick my foot in front of his, and he trips, falling face first into his food tray. Dan giggles. His giggle is soft, just like his clothes and his personality. Dan’s giggle is so fucking cute. 

“C’mon!” I yell, grabbing Dan’s wrist and running from the cafeteria. 

“Why are we running?” He responds, panting and attempting to hold his skirt down. 

“My friend will kill me for tripping him!” I stifle giggles, as this is both a huge joke and the most serious thing to happen to me in days. I don’t want to get into a fight in front of Dan. I pull him into the boy’s bathroom and into a stall, slamming the door shut. PJ isn’t far behind, kicking the door down. 

I push Dan into the back of the stall, putting my hands out to protect him. “Humiliate me, why don’t you, Lester?” PJ squares up as Dan peeks out from behind my shoulder, and PJ glares at him. “It’s this new kid. He’s changed you, man. You used to be cool. Now you’re just soft.” 

My blood is boiling. Yes, he called me soft. And maybe that’s true. But insulting Dan is not okay. “Touch him and you die.”

He grimaces at me. “Look at Lester defending his fucktoy. How cute. Square up, bitch.” Instead, I simply push him up against the wall. I grasp his wrists in mine up against the painted brick, standing on his feet so he can’t kick me. 

“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave now and never talk to Dan again. You hear me?”

His grimace remains as he confidently responds. “I’m not afraid of you.” I return his grimace and knee him in the crotch. 

I release him and he crumples to the floor, writhing in pain. “How about now?” 

PJ looks up at me, desire for revenge burning in his eyes. “This isn’t the last you’ll hear from me, Lester. Mark my words.” He gathers himself off the tile and walks out. 

I turn to face Dan in the stall, and walk to where the soft boy is cowering in the corner. “Dan, are you alri-” I’m cut off as he pulls me into a tight embrace. 

“Thank you, Phil. Nobody’s ever defended me like that.” 

The boy’s warm hug sends sparks through my body like I’ve never felt before. His simple touch drives me wild. “Well, I guess you could say I love you.” 

He wraps his hands around my neck. “I love you too, Phil.” As he leans in for a kiss, I’m surprised by the soft boy taking control, but my thoughts melt away as our lips meet. A warm feeling starting from my lips spreads throughout my whole body as I kiss him back. 

Dan closes the stall door and starts tugging on the zipper of my dark black jeans. I gasp and pull away from the kiss. “You want this?” The boy nods anxiously. “Are you sure? You’re completely sure you want to do this?” Dan’s dark brown curls bob as he nods his head again and continues undoing my zipper as he places love marks down my neck. I moan, my head rearing against the stall wall.

Dan skillfully takes off my pants and boxers and falls to his knees. He teases my tip with his tongue before taking me completely in his mouth, gagging from my length. I stifle a moan, remembering all the students walking the hallways but a mere few feet away. 

I’m surprised by Dan’s skills. He seems to know exactly what he’s doing as he sheds his skirt while still sucking me off. As precum begins to accumulate on my head, he licks it off and pulls away. Kicking off his panties, which are a shade of blue so light you can barely tell they aren’t white, he presents himself up against the side of the stall and glances back at me. 

Finally taking control, I insert two fingers as he winces at the lack of lube. He gestures frantically at his backpack, lying abandoned in the corner of the stall. I open it up to find a bottle of cherry lube and a box of condoms. Damn, this boy comes prepared. 

I put on a condom and cover my length in the scented lube before penetrating. He gasps, quickly shoving his skirt in his mouth to muffle his moans. He’s pretty damn smart. I speed up my thrusts, trying to hold myself together as I near orgasm. I lean in and bite his ear before whispering, “Come untouched, babe.” 

He nods obediently as I come in the condom, and he comes on the wall in front of us. Panting, I fall back onto the tiled floor, Dan falling limp beside me. He snuggles into my chest and I caress his curly hair. All is silent and calm as he lies in my soft embrace. 

The silence is broken by the shrill ringing of the morning bell. It’s our cue to get up and dressed, so as to not be late to first period. He finishes first, as putting on a t-shirt and skirt is much easier than jeans and a leather jacket. By the time I’m dressed, he’s already cleaned up the wall with toilet paper and is flushing it down the toilet. 

We gather ourselves and leave the stall. I toss the used condom in the trash can before we leave the bathroom hand in hand, the last two in the hallway, and head for our first class. We release each other’s hands as we reach the door and walk in with smiles on our faces. I admire Dan’s dimples and rosy red cheeks as we take seats side by side. He really is so fucking cute. 

Grand Blues 780 Drang’s Hobby

[Drang takes advantage of his hobby of visiting ancient sites to fulfill some requests.]
Drang: “Here you go! As requested, a list of all the ancient sites that have connections to alchemy!”
Cagliostro: “Thank you ☆ With this, I can get back to researching alchemy ☆”

Dr: “Ehehe… now, about the matter of my reward…”
Ca: “Yup…! You wanted to play horsie, right?”
Sturm: “Wha!?

St: That Drang…! When he said reward, was it really that kind of perverted request…!?
St: “Hey, wait, Drang…!!

Dr: “…ahaha-! I just wanted to try riding this lil’ guy once, you know-!”
[Cagliostro’s Pet, Ouroboros]
Dr: “…huh? What’s wrong, Sturm-dono?”

St: “…well, let’s just stab him once anyway.” /STAB
St: “It’s also possible he’s into animals.”
Dr: “What are you saying!?

Went for a fetal echo cardiogram today. All was fine, and I don’t really understand why I needed one to begin with, but whatever.

In the waiting room, there was a couple, who looked to be about 16. They went in for a scan just before me, and were scheduling their next appointment when I came out. They had been joined by a woman, who I assume was a social worker. I just wanted to give those two kids a hug. They looked so scared. I hope they’re okay. I hope they have a support network. Their faces are going to stick with me for a long time.

Change of Heart & Song: Part Two

Title: Part Two - Downhill spiral 
Synopsis: Dean and the Reader go through a rough patch in their relationship. Though Dean doesn’t want things to change, will you do something you regret?
Characters: Dean x Reader, Castiel (mentioned)
Word count: 2002
Warnings:  Angst, some fluff at the beginning?  
Tags: At the bottom! 

A/N: y’all weren’t expecting this today, were you? This is still a sort of flashback-y chapter (sorry!) I just really want you guys to have their full story. I hope you enjoy! 

Catch up: Part One

Originally posted by supernatural-jackles

February – 1999

Every fight and every argument that you ever had with Dean Winchester would be ten times less painful than this. You would rather be screaming at him for doing something so small and insignificant – like leaving the window open when he left the apartment, or never unloading the dishwasher when it was his day to – but no. This time it was not a petty argument, this time it was goodbye.

Dean had recently been signed by a small record label in New York. The company had been so fascinated by his quickly escalating popularity that they decided to take him under their wing. Dean was hesitant at first, the thought of leaving you filled him with such a dread that he couldn’t describe. The two of you had been together for almost four years now and he would rather do anything but leave. But you thought otherwise…

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SERIOUSLY GUYS. I know I’ve been saying it for years, but I legitimately want to do a metal podcast. Just shoot the shit with a few other people who know metal (and preferably have a niche different from mine; like, I know hair/glam/heavy really well, so it would be beneficial to have someone who really knows thrash, someone who knows new metal, someone who knows death, etc etc) and talk about current metal events. Because all the metal podcasts out there are run by old white dudes and honestly, we deserve better.

So yes? A viable thing to do? Like, the next step for my blog?

on the rare occasion that i drink coffee i usually have it w/ cream or smt but like i was at my friend’s and she was like do u want coffee and idek why i said yes and then she didn’t have any milk so i had to drink that shit black it was very nerve wracking and to this day my tastebuds still feel scammed and bamboozled but anyways i also learnt that coffee w/ milk (like any type of milk) is really bad for ur kidneys bc they spend too much energy figuring out wtf they’re even trying to process in the first place so im just writing all of that bc first of all im bored and alone with my own thoughts and secondly to say that i’ll never have coffee again in my life

deryuj  asked:

Saiede + heather = I'm in love! I can't wait for you dead girl walking video! ( Is it the normal version or reprise?) Keep making your amazing work >////<!

Hello!!// thank you for the encouragement, it makes me very happy to see you’re looking forward to seeing a crossover! I started working on it this morning, hopefully I could bring it soon!!

The one I had in mind is this one:

(yep I’ve seen the amami’s candy store video and it was amazing I don’t pick the roles)

I’m going to need A LOT OF PANELS to make this video have all the things I want it to have; wish me luck please!

I haven’t really thought of how I’d handle the lyrics later on in the song I just said I’d do it because I found this song and the guy’s reaction and the girl’s attitude pretty cute but.. hm, I’ll see what I can do//; it won’t be that…suggestive I think? I think it’ll be something even little kids could watch!! ‘v’// but I don’t know what will come out till I get down to draw..;

I guess I could try drawing the reprise version if this gets good responses :D

anonymous asked:

Is the tear making Mason bonkers?

It sort of escalates the already Bonker-ness that was within him all along >u<

Humans aren’t really supposed to have extended exposure to a tear, let alone even know that they exist. The power churning out of it isn’t something you really want to be in contact with on the daily, and Mason keeps it on his person 24/7. Just like seeing Bill’s true form causes madness, so too will a demon’s energy. 

I feel like the Gleefuls are highly susceptible to madness, whilst the Pines are somewhat immune. 

anonymous asked:

They have to construct some sort of narrative tho, that all parties somewhat adhere to. I know some people think "he found out already" was a possibility. The hoodie suggests that is not going to happen this week as some were really hoping.

“It’s an old pic and I wanted to post because I thought it was cute” 

“he found out only a few days ago”

“the hoodie was already made and they still haven’t changed the kid’s name”

“it’s just initials” 

idk man, I could go on forever 

Here Are My Writing Projects:

Come Home To Me - With a 100% chance of coming back this summer where Eliza and I are finally on the same time zone and have time to write. - like half of the new chapter is written we just gotta sit down and crank it out.

You Can Never Stop Running (harry) - half way done with new chapter - will probably post next week

A Whispered Crescendo (liam) - will be posted this thursday and updated every other week - currently have three chapters written but they all need to be beta’d

new projects:

I’m currently working on a Lirry fan fic which I’m really loving, I’m rewriting To Not Feel Alone, and I’m working on a indie harry. All of these are short fics and I want to post them in their entireties.