but my meds are fuckin w me so i don’t want to write fic so have more messy bullet HCs
post-grad dating is tricky bc now there’s THREE totally different and demanding schedules trying to line up
they do a lot of one-on-one plus skyping dates during the season
the commute between samwell and cambridge is not ideal but it’s also not terrible so by the end of the first semester it’s p much like shits has moved back into the haus w bits
jack gets a lil jealous that his BFs’ schedule match up a bit better than his but mostly he just misses them a whole bunch
shitty has been banned from “””””helping”””””” bitty write the notes on jack’s pregame PBJs. he writes his own and sticks them in the lunch sack when bitty’s not looking. they’re always very crude and either make jack laugh like a fool or blush bright red in public.
bits and shits are jack’s unofficial cheerleaders at home games. bitty wears his zimmermann jersey and sometimes paints little blue and yellow streaks on his face.
shitty is a fucking hooligan and tends to get overzealous in his Team Pride Gear. im talkin blue wigs, body paint, big ass foam fingers, boas, glitter, pom poms, THE WHOLE NINE YARDS
the falcs loooove jack’s best friends. mostly bitty, but shitty’s good for a laugh.
(it takes jack a lot longer to confide in anyone re: his relationship, but george is a fucking goddess and takes it in stride – after the initial “teammates” panic, that is.)
(there is a brief second where she thinks that jack is dating both tater and snowy. she’s not sure why those are the names that come first to mind, but the logistics of it all nearly stop her heart right then and there.)
when they go out in public, bitty and shitty don’t have to hide with each other, but jack is very reserved.
(in a way, it’s harder, because he so desperately wants to hold their hands and kiss them without thinking about it; but it’s easier, because they can still be open together, which is all jack wants for them.)
luckily, shitty is equally gratuitous in his friend-PDA and his boyfriend-PDA, and bitty is equally reserved, so it’s not like they have to hold back too much love
jack and shitty have nearly gotten into physical fights over paying for dates. at first bitty feels bad and tries to steal the check from them, but he’s learned that’s the fastest way to lose a hand with these two goofs.
so he just finishes his drink and watches them bicker like an old married couple and gives them That Look so they’ll hurry up and take him home already
i’ve been inactive for about a year (thank god for queues) and in that time half the people i follow have deactivated or changed blog styles so it’s time for me to make a comeback and to do that i need some new blogs to follow!
honestly idk what i’m look for but chances are i’ll follow if you post mainly/a lot of:
- haikyuu - pokemon - any of the #Classics (naruto, one piece, sailor moon etc) - voltron - ensemble stars - final fantasy series - seasonal anime (also sorry but i probably won’t follow if you don’t tag fandoms/ships!)
please reblog and help me fill my dash with new friends and content!
I’ve been in a very Kingdom Hearts mood lately and realized I hardly do any art for it anymore. Hope you guys like! They’re available as prints and a thousand other things on my Redbubble if you’d like to show some support!
As always please don’t reupload/edit/ or share my work on other social media without permission! Thank you<333
If this does well i might do more of the KH babes ;o;
Hi! Do you know some good psds/templates/picspam etc for making mock blogs for extra part of character audition? Thanks
So I’ve never done a mock blog before, or ever made external things for an audition before, so I don’t have any go-to things that I already know of off the top of my head. So I instead just started thinking about what I’d do if I were to make extra things, and here is just basically a dump of templates/insp ideas that I’d probably take a look at/consider using.
Those are just some of the stuff I’ve come across. If you’re in the need for more inspiration, I know most of the rps where people are actively making graphics and whatnot for their auditions usually have some sort of inspo tag that the rpers can put their creations in. So if the rp you’re interested in does have a tag like that, I’d check that tag out if I were in need for some inspo.
And on a sidenote, I also have this tag on my multifandom that I put pretty/nice gifs and edits under to look back on whenever I want to make something or need some inspo, so if you’re like, desperate for inspo, you can also check out my tag there. Most of the examples for the inspo part are posts that I have in that tag. Anyways, I hope you found this helpful, lovely!
I don’t know why,,,, but yes a raffle wowow owo wow!!
Idk I just feel like doing it,,, yall follow me and I wanna give back to society bc I literally don’t deserve skndksnskq
1. Follow me even tho you’d probably regret it
2. Reblog this post
3. On the reblog, tag your friend and say something nice about them (or be a little shit I wanna see interaction)
4. Or don’t do that,,, you’ll probably get extra points for interaction tho 8D
5. Eat my shoes
7. This isn’t a rules list anymore lmao
8. Oh you know what yall should send jokes to me
9. Yes send me jokes you’ll get brownie points
10. Are yall still reading
11. Send “Robbie rotten” or “hi babe “ to micchi (micchi-draws), aiden (lamienthana), Jay (confuziion) or greca (chochobaka) I think fuc
12. This is probably a bad idea but it’ll be funny
13. Ss it and submit it to me tho so I’ll see it and you get brownie points
14. Btw brownie points are extra chances so you’ll be thrown into a randomizer twice or thrice
15. Try not to be on anon when telling me jokes lol
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OK THIS IS KIND OF SHAMEFUL I SHOULDV JUST LEFT I ON MY PERSONAL TWITTER LMAO. theres a backstory to this.
so on deviantart i found some kids novice ms paint edits of the kids as weird mermaid dragons so i like. unironically fell in love with them. because i love stuff like that. so i drew the first snotlout as fanart of their stuff to be nice…TURNS OUT THEY POSTED THOSE 7 YRS AGO WHOOPS, wasnt gonna send them it anymore lmao.
anyway i just kept drawing fanart of them after that because i dont know whats good for me :T
Okay backtrack to before the horse stealing before we start this story.
Growing up, my best friend was a boy named Ben. Benjamin, if he was being annoying, to which he’d retaliate with Keejamin, which is not and never has been my full name.
Ben lived next door to my grandparents, and we were born within a few weeks of each other and were best friends pretty much since the time he crawled under the fence into Nanny’s backyard and helped me make mudpies (not that either of us actually remember that, seeing as we were two, but no one was particularly happy with the unrecognizably muddy toddlers).
Anyway, Ben would catch our car coming down the road and have hopped the back fence and made it through Nanny’s house to open the front door for us before Nanny or Grandad had even noticed we’d pulled into the driveway. We had fake weddings with my little sister as the flower girl / priest. We threw water balloons at his older sisters and their friends.
And one time we stole a horse.
So Nanny’s and Ben’s backyards attached to a field. There was a fence in between, and three or four horses that lived in the field. They were nice horses and didn’t even bat an eye when a couple of small children would hop the fence and run around in their field, and they liked us because we’d feed them apples and carrots.
Since they liked us so much, we decided to steal one and keep it for ourselves.
Why would two seven year olds decide to steal a horse, you ask? The answer was simple
We were bored.
(Also Ben’s sister and her friends wouldn’t let us into the treefort to play pirates so technically it’s their fault we stole a horse.)
Why did we think we were physically capable of stealing a horse and getting away with it? There were a couple reasons behind that:
I was reading a lot of detective and spy books and figured I knew enough to pull it off
Ben just liked to steal stuff
Ben was also a really good liar
Nobody ever expected sweet little Kee with her pink dresses and pigtails to do anything bad
If we did get caught, we could always blame it on a sister
So we started planning. It was a pretty good plan for a couple of seven year olds. We spent two or three months on it before we actually tried to steal it, and had a pretty solid heist going, including
Around the clock surveillance, courtesy of Ben and his night vision goggles he’d gotten for Christmas, through which we documented exactly when the horses were in the field and when their owners came out
Multiple tests to figure out which horse was the slowest, the easiest to lure with apples and carrots, and which was the easiest to put a Barbie jump rope harness on, among other tests, so we could pick the best horse for the heist
Finding the best path out of the field and cutting the wire fence open inconspicuously enough so no one would notice but we’d be able to get the horse out
Researching horse care and heist stuff at the elementary school library
because it was 2004 and neither of us had internet
we did a project on spy work at the time too to provide an aliby for if the police somehow decided that the seven year olds should be the ones being questioned about the missing horse
the grade two teacher thought our project was really well researched and that we seemed really into the topic and we got a really good grade on it
Watching James Bond a lot
Avoiding talking about it in front of my sister because Sam was the ultimate tattle tale
Hiding all our plans (which were written in my glitter gel pens on pink paper) in the hollow book I got Ben for his birthday so no one could find them
(that’s all I can remember at the moment, but I know there were other parts of the plan)
So the time finally came for the heist. We’d picked out victim and had everything ready to go and had to be back by noon cause Nanny was making grilled cheese sandwiches for lunch.
We would get the horse, get it out, and it would live in a secret clearing in the forest by the beach until the police stopped looking for it and then it would live in Ben’s treefort.
So we went out, dressed in black like all the good spies and armed with a bag of apples and carrots and a jump rope.
I fed the horse while Ben got the jump rope situated because he was taller, and then we lead it down to the back of the field and through the cut fence and into the forest.
We got about halfway to the secret clearing when my Cabbage Patch Kids digital watch alarm went off to tell us we had fifteen minutes until Nanny was expecting us for lunch.
Fifteen minutes was not long enough to get to the secret clearing and get the horse situated and get back for grilled cheese. And Nanny would ask questions, because Ben was definitely the type to be late to things, but I was the kid who taught herself to read analog clocks in kindergarten and would point out to the teacher that the clock says it’s 10:06 and gym is supposed to start at 10:05 so why are we still in the classroom?
(as a side note, the times on the day’s schedule only lasted about a week into each school year before I’d annoyed the teacher so much she took them down)
So we hashed it out and decided we’d take the horse back and re-steal it after lunch.
We got it back it back into the field with no problems, closed the fence up, removed the jump rope, and were inside the house as the clock struck noon for our grilled cheese sandwiches.
(”What have you two been up to today? I haven’t seen you all morning.” “Oh, we’re just playing spies.” “Sounds lovely.”)
Lunch ended and we ran back to the back door eager to restart our heist and–
–it was pouring.
The complete opposite of the weather needed for a good heist. Rain meant mud and mud meant footprints and footprints meant the police could find out it was us who stole the horse.
So we postponed it to the next weekend and went and went out to have a mud fight instead.
My friend Sarah’s horse (Tiny rural town. Most people had horses or sheep or other large animals and didn’t have to resort to stealing them) had had a baby over the weekend and she’d printed off pictures to show everybody.
“But Mommy says we’re gonna sell him cause horses cost a lot of money to feed and we’ve already got three.”
That brought my attention away from the pictures of the cute baby horse, because it didn’t make sense. According to my research, horses ate hay and carrots and apples. None of that was expensive, right?
“How much does it cost?” I asked, and Sarah shrugged.
“Mommy says each of them costs a couple hundred dollars every month.”
Now, this was a problem, so I had to go find my partner in crime.
Ben was with some of the other boys, doing whatever seven year old boys did.
“Ben, we have a problem. Code red.”
(That was our super top secret spy code in case we needed to talk about the heist. Nobody would be able to figure it out.)
So we went somewhere slightly private and I told him how much Sarah said it costs to feed a horse.
“I only have eight dollars and twelve cents,” I told him. “And I don’t get an allowance, so I won’t get more money till my birthday.”
“I need my allowance to buy candy,” he said, and we stood there for a while, trying to figure out how we could make this work.
Eventually, it was decided that we wouldn’t be able to afford to own a horse unless we waited until after my birthday and Ben never ate candy again, and neither of us were good with that plan, so the Great Horse Heist of 2004 came to an end.
We burnt the plans that weekend in Ben’s backyard and managed to blame the pile of ashes on one of his sisters.
So yeah. That is the story of the time I stole a horse for about twenty minutes.
Nobody besides me and Ben (and now all of you) know that this actually went down, because somehow we managed to hide this deranged plan from absolutely everybody and then we were too scared they’d send us to jail if we told anyone and then I kind of forgot about it until earlier today when my friends were talking about how I was probably the only one of us who’d get into heaven and had I ever quote unquote sinned before? (Answer: yes, because I stole a horse, so I’m probably not getting into heaven either)
The moral of this story is that, had Ben not decided I had cooties the next year and that that meant we couldn’t be friends anymore, we would probably be criminal masterminds by now.