idk what else to put in the tags

anonymous asked:

Did you find out who sent you the money weeks back?

hahahahaha nooo!! omg i was so vague abt it too i just didn’t have time to make a post abt ok

basically what happened was i reblogged a post of a girl saying someone sent her 40 dlls for “being perfect” and i put in the tags something i don’t even remember

but then i got 20 dlls on paypal and it said “for being perfect” so i made that post asking who sent me the money, and then i got another 20 from someone else and it also said “for being perfect” so i got freaked out and i made another post

but literally nobody came forward so idk who they were :(

colorful headcanons.
  • ( send me a copic color for a headcanon )
  • frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?
  • peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?
  • lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?
  • reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?
  • burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?
  • champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?
  • tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?
  • malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?
  • olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?
  • vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?
  • coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?
  • bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?
  • currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?
  • crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?
  • raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?
  • baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?
  • mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?
  • aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?
  • acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?
  • cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?
  • honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?
  • chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?
  • anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?
  • new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?
  • moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?
  • silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?
  • sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?
  • atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?
  • cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?
  • black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

aight weird lil thing I noticed about papyrus and sans’ house

their rooms don’t line up with the rest of the interior (I scaled the rooms down a bit to make the entrance the same size as the door)

however, when you swap their positions it’s a perfect fit

the space between their rooms is also a bit larger than sans’ room, with the bone painting at the spot where you’d expect the door to a third room to be.

so like this /could/ mean I’m just reading too much into things however it could also mean gaster’s room used to be there and idk about yall but i know what i’m going with

also interesting to note maybe is that papyrus’ room is the only room in the entire game that doesn’t have any background music, not even after you beat asriel and “reunited” plays everywhere else.


thoughts, feelings, y’know that sorta thing

edit 2: this is a post about bipolar disorder, made by me, an artist with bipolar disorder, strictly for other people with bipolar disorder. stop tagging it for unipolar depression, anxiety, bpd, psychosis, or anything else (those are just the most used tags on this) because it’s not about those. even if you think you can relate, tagging this as anything other than bipolar disorder is stripping my meaning away from my work, and invalidating my feelings as a mentally ill person AND an artist. stop doing that.

edit 3: do NOT put this on gore/guro blogs. thanks.

“You have married an Icarus,

He has flown too close to the Sun…”


Happy birthday @thisshouldbegayer!! (oct. 9th)

I love you (◡ ‿   ◡ ✿)

anonymous asked:

Person a tripping in the street and person b whomst is a stranger to them catches them and accidentally dips them ( like the dance thing u know)

Justin Oluransi likes to walk, and being in this city so far has been nothing but walking.

Walking from the subway to the hotel to the pharmacy back to the hotel, then to the hospital in the morning for his interview and from there to the deli for an early lunch then back to the hotel and then just - out to explore midtown.

New York City is all. walking. all. the. time. And it’s beautiful clear weather on a breezy spring midmorning.

He loves it.

It’s like a dance, weaving between the many pedestrians, pausing for cars in the street but not waiting for the signal to turn green, picking up the pace to get away from the creepy dude following too closely, and then slowing down to enjoy the atmosphere - suddenly halting to catch his breath when he turns a corner and sees the Empire State Building.

What a sight, what a rush, what a thrill! The only thing missing would be a -


A man bumps into him from behind so hard he’s twisted around and Justin’s glad he’s got quick reflexes because otherwise the man would have hit the concrete with the back of his head.

Instead, Justin has an arm under his shoulders and the other hand gripping the man’s waist tight to keep him cradled against his chest.

Wide green eyes stare up at him, and for a moment Justin can’t think. Those eyes are mesmerizing - they’re beautiful, soft, sweet. Justin’s lost in them.

It takes a moment for him to register that the other man’s hands are both gripping his arm tight, fingers digging into the light fabric of his favorite salmon hoodie, and he realizes he should help the man back to his feet.

“Sorry,” Justin says, pulling him into an upright position and letting his hands linger on the other man’s biceps for a moment to make sure he can support his own weight just fine.

“Chyeah, no, please, I’m sorry, I just, uh -” The other man is fumbling for words, running his hands over himself and then reaching up to right the cap on his head. “My legs don’t always send letters of intent to my brain, so sometimes my body wants to keep a pace and my legs just like - bolt for no apparent reason and I tumble over myself like a newborn fawn and it’s not - uh..”

He finally looks up and meets Justin’s gaze and for a moment Justin thinks he might lose himself in those beautiful eyes again, but the other man seems to suddenly regain control of himself upon catching sight of him. He straightens and stands taller, pulling at the hem of his t-shirt and licking his lips.

Justin does,, not follow the movement. Nope.

The other man clears his throat. “That wasn’t very chill of me.”

Justin laughs and the other man smiles softly in response.

“That’s ok,” Justin says. And then, because this man is really beautiful and Justin has never passed up an opportunity to flirt with beautiful people, he says “I was just thinking about how walking around here is like dancing, and then you waltzed into my arms for one heck of a grand finale.”

That gets a surprised laugh and a hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks, Justin can tell.

God, this man is beautiful.

“I’m Justin,” he says, extending his hand forward.

“Derek,” the other man - Derek - says.

When their palms meet Justin has to will himself not to stare at the way they fit in each other so well, or how they look clasped like that, or how long Derek’s fingers are.

“So uh,” Derek says, pulling his hand away but letting his fingers trail along Justin’s just slightly. “You pick up dance partners on 6th Av often?”

“Shit, is that the street this is? I thought I was on Broadway?”

He has to look around for a second, because if he got lost he has no idea how he’s gonna get back to the hotel and he cant handle being lost right now.

But Derek’s easy laugh flows over him, as does his gentle touch on his shoulder to draw Justin’s attention back to him.

“Yeah, Broadway’s right here. It just intersects here, see.” He’s pointing out all the street signs around them. “You probably just walked one block this way without realizing.”

“God, I’m such a tourist.”

Derek laughs again, and Justin loves how it sounds. “That’s alright, so’s everyone else.”

“You’re not from here either?”

“Oh no, I was born and raised on the Upper East Side. But everyone’s a tourist in this city bro, even the locals. Tourism is a state of mind.”

Justin lets that hover in the air for a moment. He watches Derek’s face and the way he seems so much more collected now, so much more in control and - chill.

“I’d love to have a five hour conversation with you about that one sentence.”

“No shit?”

“No shit.” Justin revels in the curious look adorning Derek’s face and asks “Where can we get coffee and talk into the sunset?”

Derek smirks and Justin can feel in his bones that he is not going to make the flight home tonight.

But that’s ok, maybe he won’t go home. Maybe he’ll stay in this city, take that position at the hospital, and maybe… maybe he’ll have Derek show him around in the meantime.


40 / 365 days of my sunshine

Ok ok ok hear me out here: Who Killed Markiplier but as a musical

I thought this out way too far hEAR ME OUT OK

-The first song is Y/N singing about the stress of being the district attorney and about the reunion while waiting for their ride to the party

-Everyone sings in a character introduction song (this song could be combined with the first one)

-Party sequence is pretty much Big Fun (Reprise) but there were never any parents

-Song after Mark’s death: everyone chants “oh my god there’s been a murder” in between everyone screaming lines of defense saying how they didn’t do it

-Dameon sings on the balcony garden about how he can’t handle the death of his childhood friend (bonus points if Y/N comes in mid song and it becomes a duet where they try to comfort him)

-Reprise of the death song but instead of “oh my god there’s been a murder” it’s “oh my god the body’s missing”

-Selene sings about her plan and turning everyone against Y/N

-Song about what Y/N sees in the visions

-Song of Y/N teleporting through the house after Selene dies

-Abe and William having a sing off kind of thing before Abe gets shot and Y/N falls off the balcony

-Song in upside down

-Ending song after Dark and Wilford leave and Y/N is in the mirror, messed up over the betrayal of Dameon. Last line has to be “but now I’m just alone here in a broken cracked up mirror” before scene fades to black and it ends

Please tell me if this is a good idea because I put too much thought into all of this


Everybody lives, nobody dies…and No Boys Allowed except Umbra bc he’s a Good Boy

Imagine if we had a game but with the wonderful women of FFXV as the lead characters. SFW.

(This all started when I asked about Aranea’s morning routine in our Discord server. It escalated so quickly I am NOT SORRY.)

Tagging: @cupnoodle-queen @drpepper280 @ffxvhoe @fluffysmutkitten @insomniascure @noxfreyas @paopuicecream @princesnoctis @the-lucian-archives @wolfgoddess77 @xnoctits
somehow the tags didn’t work earlier im sorry

“Fuck the patriarchy. Let’s go hunting.” -Aranea Highwind

Ayt leggo.

  • Luna, Aranea, Iris, Cindy, and Crowe + Gentiana, Pryna, and Umbra for obvious reasons
  • They ride an upgradable RV owned by Cindy called the Artemis..again, for obvious reasons

Aranea walks to Cindy as they arrive at Hammerhead, “So what’s our ride?”
Cindy points behind her to the parking lot and says, “I got ‘ere my new baby girl, Artemis.”
“Pawpaw and I sometimes call her the Cartemis,” Cindy says nonchalantly.
Aranea’s jaw drops, Crowe covers her face, Iris is in fits of laughter, and Luna sits idly…not getting it.

  • Yeah Luna is kinda dense but she gigglesnorts and cries when she does find something funny.

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philipsgay  asked:

what if it was a mockumentary style tfc tv show

this is the shit that keeps me awake at night. it also got me thinking about a documentary of the foxes in canon so…

  • listen, the foxes are legends after neil’s first year
  • this is the team that beat the ravens
  • this is the team that kevin day chose
  • this is the team with the most unbelievable goalie
  • this is the team of nine that managed to become champions
  • so yeah, the collegiate exy watchers are obsessed with the foxes
  • some major broadcasting company (abc, nbc, or whatever) approaches the foxes to do documentary of them throughout the next year
  • but of course this is the foxes we’re talking about so there’s no way it’s serious
  • the filming crew comes once a month to film them at different stages of the season (so preseason, games, weight training, etc.)
  • they also interview all of the foxes at least once to get some talk about what it’s like to be on the team and also so the  public can get to know them better
  • some highlights of the film include:
    • a montage of andrew beaming balls at people’s shins during practice
    • the split difference between kevin yelling at the team on the court and his Interview Face™
    • jack smack talking how much he hates neil and neil just saying that jack is “a whiny freshman with an attitude problem”
    • (like c’mon neil,,,, you’re one to talk)
  • it also catches some cuter moments like
    • nicky skyping erik
    • allison, dan, and renee going shopping and buying presents for the rest of the team
    • matt and neil working out together and joking the whole time
    • aaron and katelyn studying together in the library
    • andrew eating a whole bowl of ice cream 
      • this shot quickly pans over to kevin’s face of terror at this
    • neil saying “i’m fine” after a grueling practice and everyone throws their water cups, empty or not, at him
  • the program itself turns out very lighthearted and sweet and everyone who watches falls in love with the foxes
  • (listen, we read 3 books about them, it’s kind of hard not  to fall in love with at least some of them)
  • at the end, they put together interviews from wymack and abby talking about how special the team is
    • wymack talks about how important it is to give kids with rough lives a second chance 
    • he also talks about what it’s like working with his son
    • abby talks about how much she cares for all of the foxes
  • overall, it’s kind of a shitshow, but it turns out to be one of the highest rated documentary programs of the television season
dear budding freelance writers

first off: i’m not a lawyer. this is all accurate to my knowledge but i’m not formally educated or trained in most of this, i just work around it and pick some stuff up

look i’m currently suffocating under crushing debt so i was like ‘hey i’ll see if there are any magazines taking submissions’ cause i may or may not get chosen but at least its something i’d be doing anyway and timelines and genre restrictions never hurt a girl

i ended up on this page (upwork) looking for “ghostwriters” and it’s laughable to downright insulting.

such as: “Hello, I produce [REDACTED]. So if you are looking for a recurring job as a freelance writer you came to the right place! Here is what I need: Someone who can be a good researcher. Don’t plagiarize. All books are run through plagscan and copyscape. They need to be 100 percent original. Timeliness - The faster you produce these (with quality) the more jobs you will get. This job will be recurring if you do a good job. I will pay a maximum of $10 per 1000 words. Lastly, by accepting this job, I will own all the rights to the book. This includes characters, places etc. I own all the rights. Thank you!”

there were SO MANY OF THESE. look. i work in intellectual property for my day job. so here’s the thing: if you, a creative, does a “work for hire” agreement, like the one above, that means anything you produce under this agreement does not belong to you. you have effectively “sold” your intellectual property aka the story and all is defining characteristics - people, places, plot.

WORK FOR HIRE AGREEMENTS ARE NOT BAD! i see a lot of pushback against them on tumblr which is baffling to me because in the real world they’re how many creatives make money - by selling their creativity. with tv shows, for example, their characters and plots and what not do not belong to the creator of the show. they belong to the network of the show because they paid for them. writers of episodes don’t own the creative content of those episodes - the network does. because the writers are “work for hire” aka they’re getting paid specifically for their creative content.

work for hire agreements are usually the most advantageous when the payer is hiring the creator for the execution of a project rather than the creation of it. for example: hiring a writer to create a story out of a detailed outline, or an artist to draw something under strict specifications. the more creativity aka intellectual property the creator must generate and ultimately sell the rights too, the higher the pay should be for the work. (should. i’ve seen instances where pay is less but something else is gained - like different rights or credits - and that’s equally as acceptable as long as it’s what the creator wants. the creator should gain something equal to the value of what they are selling. obviously)

so the idea that $10 per 1000 words of pure original content is in any way shape or form acceptable is absolutely ridiculous. most literary magazines, which pay way more, get some form of publication rights but you the author retain all ownership rights. they’re not paying you for your intellectual property, only their right to display it without you suing them for infringing on your rights as a creator and owner of original content.

know your worth. know your value. i don’t know how many of these ridiculous ads actually get takers, but please do not answer any of them.

your ideas and writing and talent are worth more than pennies


Plot: You have loved Jeon Jungkook for years. Jimin tells you a way to confess to him anonymously. 

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader (Also, will have hints of Jimin | Reader) 

Genre: ANGST, fluff 

Word Count: 10728

Author’s Note: This is a very a sad fanfic, I don’t know anymore ???!? Anyway, it is very long so relax and read! I am just happy this doesn’t have chapters, I just published the entire thing at once! Tell me how you feel about it?!?!  I’m sorry if you don’t like it, I tried to be really realistic! 

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