is not amused by this foolishness

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SLBP Headcanons: 4 Lords and their stolen kisses

Nobunaga:

              You looked up into the large tree, a frown creased onto your face. “I’m not sure about this Milord.” Your hands rested on your hips, glaring up at the red-headed devil you served. Said devil merely scoffed, eying you with a mixture of annoyance and amusement.

“Foolish girl, you’d dare to defy me?” He drawled, eyebrow raised for emphasis. There he was, the lord of the castle, the fool of Owari, your stubborn lover himself, just out of reach in that damned tree. You could only sigh before kicking off your sandals and stepping over to the tree. You could do this. You could do this. Arms reaching up to grab a branch as you jutted out your foot against the trunk of the tree. You pulled your body up, balancing precariously on a branch. Right, you did it. You looked up, hoping to be close enough to him to grab him. But in doing so you lost focus on balancing, suddenly finding yourself wobbling. A sharp intake of air on your part and you were going to tumble over-

The strong arms of your lord hooking under your shoulder blades lifting you effortlessly up and onto his lap.

“O-Oh” You gasped wrapping your arms around his waist in an effort to keep yourself grounded. “Milord!”

His face was right in front of your own, his nose almost brushing yours as his arms wrapped securely around your body.

“You put in a good effort, but was it enough to wear the mantle of Lady Oda?” His tone was teasing as your face flushed. His lips brushed your softly. “Maybe I should find another way to test you.” Before you could even respond his lips met your own again, more firmly this time. You snuggled against him, allowing yourself to fall deeper into his embrace.

You knew this was a test you could pass.

Ieyasu:

              “Milord you have to sit still.” You sighed, a long suffering sound, as you wrapped the bandages around his shoulder. “If you move too much you’ll reopen the wound.” You were reapplying the bandages to his injury, obtained in the last battle, an arrow to the shoulder. What an irony for the Archer of Tokai.  His molten eyes flashed, as he affixed a glare onto his face.

              “What was that you said kitchen-wench? You said you wanted to have a matching wound, well if that is the case we can go outside, I think I can manage to aim well enough.” His hand grasped your arm almost painfully, enough for you to shoot him a look. He sat there, a pained expression on his face, his hair almost seeming to glow under the candle light. He was breathtaking, even in his current state. This insufferable and adorable man.

              “I made you ichigo daifuku.” You continued, unruffled. “I’ll go get them.” Before you could rise to your feet, you felt a tug on your sleeve.

              “I’m not in the mood.” His voice cuts, as you turn to look at him, surprise evident on your face.

              “Milord you haven’t eaten in several hours, and I made that because I thought it would be what you wanted” Your voice trailed off, worry evident on your features. Lord Ieyasu had a habit of not eating when he should. The man crawled over to you, nestling his head in your lap, continuing to surprise you.”

              “Ieyasu?” You began again, dropping the formality, brushing at his hair with your fingertips.

              “I might want them later.” He grumbled, pressing his face against the fabric covering your skin.

              “I think you should eat Milord.” You began again, your voice softer. “You need your strength.” You could feel the sigh leave his mouth as he rolled over, using his good arm to prop his body up, stealing an unexpected kiss from your lips. A gasp left your mouth at the contact, allowing him to deepen the kiss, his tongue snaking into your mouth. Your hands tangling themselves in his hair as he toppled you to the ground, staring at your panting form with his bright eyes.

              “I think I’ve found something I do want to eat.” He smirked, a feral gleam in his eyes.

              The blush that bled from your cheeks to your neck, wasn’t the only thing to decorate your skin once he was done.

Yukimura:

              It was warm today. Unseasonably so. Your idle thoughts wandered as you folded laundry on the veranda. The men were training, regardless of the heat, and the spectacle of the toned, barely clothed soldiers had been enough to draw all of the maids out to watch. You too, weren’t immune, one toned body in particular holding your gaze. Your lord, Yukimura. A smile played on your lips as you watched his sweat soaked body move, lithe and firm. Images of that body in other situations danced in your head, enough for a blush to creep up your neck…when did it get so hot?

              The clash of metal on metal shook you from your daydreaming. It was Yukimura, his blade meeting Saizo’s, the both of them moving so gracefully. You could feel your breath catch in your throat. Lord Yukimura was so fluid, so ferocious.

              You needed some air. How to get air when you were already outside? You quickly grabbed your folded laundry and almost dashed away from the scene. No, no, you would not give in to temptations. You slid the door closed as you walked into the room you shared with him, letting your body tumble onto the futon below you. You just needed a moment to yourself, you mumbled to yourself as your eyes closed. Just one moment…

              A firm pair of lips, tasting of salt, pressed against yours.  You sigh in contentment, reaching up to wrap your arms around the neck of the man whose familiar lips were pressed to yours and-

              Your eyes shot open, meeting the cerulean eyes and heavy blush of your lord. Your arms fell off of his neck as you broke the kiss, confusion evident on your face. You were still on the futon, and he was hovering over you, apologies pouring from his lips.

              “Lord Yukimura” You began, your voice breathy. You leaned up, letting your face brush dangerously close to his. He sputtered, went to pull away, but before he could your lips were on his again. His warm body was always welcome against yours.

              Now was the perfect time to fulfill some of those fantasies you had thought up earlier.

Saizo:

              “Well, well, well what do we have here little lady?” There was Saizo, his dango-sweetened breath by your ear. Your body seemed to freeze at his words, a blush creeping slowly up your cheeks.

              “S-Saizo” You stuttered, his arms snaking around your waist, his head resting comfortably in the crook of your neck. He had been gone for almost two weeks.  A feeling of joy bubbled up in your chest at the feeling of his body against yours. You set down your ink brush, craning your neck to try and see his expression. No such luck. “You’re back!” You were grinning from ear to ear, your previous bashfulness forgotten.

              “You haven’t answered my question yet.” His cool voice echoed in the silence of the darkened room, his hand trailing down to entwine his fingers with your own.

              “I’m writing a letter home to my mother.” You confessed, squeezing his hand. “She wanted to know how things were going here.” You could feel him nod against your skin, and a sudden moist warmth against your flesh. Your body shuddered as his lips ghosted over your flesh. “Sa-a-izo.” You breathed his name, arching your back into his touch. “Y-You just got back.” Suddenly you were on your back, his rust red eyes locking with your own.

              “Ah, little lady, what better time is there than when I just get back.” He leans over you, his lips brushing yours softly. “It’ll be our little secret.”

If you come for Jongdae “Blocked” 👏 

If you talk shit about Jongdae “Blocked” 👏 

If you mad Jongdae got a girlfriend “Blocked” 👏 

If you’re spreading private pictures and info on him “Blocked”👏 

If you’re spreading Jongdae’s speculated gf’s info for shits and giggles “Blocked”👏 

If you’re a want to be sasaeng “Blocked” 👏 

If you want Jongdae out the group because you feel he’s damaging EXO’s brand “Blocked” 👏 

Matter of fact this all applies to all members and beyond. “Blocked”👏  “Blocked” 👏  “Blocked” 👏 

Its 2017, I’m sick of this foolery and mess like ‘no’ bye. You WILL be “Blocked”👏  on site. Don’t test me. I will go as far as reporting you. Don’t try it.

YOU 👏  WILL 👏  BE 👏  BLOCKED👏 

You will not get away being foolish and igniting discourse for your amusement on my feed or any of my mutuals. 

B👏 L👏 O👏 C👏 K👏 E👏 D👏 

Takakonuma Greenland Park in Japan today stands abandoned not only by people, but also by joy, hope and the foolish belief that life ends in anything but lightless hollow death.

The amusement park first opened in Hobara in 1973 but abruptly closed only two years later. Some say it was because of poor ticket sales, but local lore insists the park was forced to shut down after its rides were responsible for a number of accidental deaths.

We don’t know for certain because there’s virtually no official information available on Takakonuma, a fact which, when paired with the images in this article, arouses no suspicion of any kind.

What we know for certain is that the park opened again in 1986 and remained operational for 13 years, at which point it closed down for good. Nowadays the derelict attractions stand there alone in the middle of nowhere, gathering rust and being slowly consumed by the encroaching forest.

By the way, we mean that “middle of nowhere” part literally, as Takakonuma can no longer be found on any official maps. It just isn’t there.

The 7 Creepiest Places on Earth (Part 3)

anonymous asked:

How would the papyrus feel about their S/O clinging to their leg like almost all day long?

* ok but why
* idk which Papy you want so I’m gonna do all


UT!Pap

UM. OKAY. He’s flattered, NO REALLY HE IS, that his S/O enjoys being close to him but… this is kind of excessive???? He’s a busy guy and as much as he.. UH, would like to stand around with his S/O clinging to his leg, he needs to go??? He’s kind of uncomfortable and wants them to stop but doesn’t know how to break it to them.

UF!Pap

STOP THIS FOOLISHNESS! He thinks it’s cute at first but it get’s annoying fast. If his S/O doesn’t let up, he’ll just walk around with them on his leg. Fine. Let them have what they want.

US!Pap

He’s very amused, walks around the whole day like that, pretending he doesn’t notice. “Hey um, Pap? You’ve kinda… got something on your leg there?” Papyrus looks down pointedly at the leg where his S/O is not. “No? I don’t see anything.” He shrugs as his S/O giggles.

SF!Pap

Wow would you look at that, a totally valid reason not to get up and work! He pets his S/O’s head, chuckling at their strange shenanigans. As he prepares his excuses for his brother. “You don’t mind if I use you as the reason why I didn’t work today, right?”

[In late 7th century Greece, the Hunters of Artemis have made camp after a day tracking. Sitting beneath the trees, just outside of a large clearing, Artemis and Orion watch as a mortal couple appears, clearly for a secret meeting. As the couple kisses, Artemis shakes her head]

Artemis(Somewhat amused): The foolishness of mortals truly knows no bounds.

Orion(Jokingly): You disapprove, my Lady?

Artemis: I will never understand how any woman could willingly give up her freedom and bind herself to a man. I couldn’t do it. I wouldn’t do it.

Orion(No longer teasing): What if you met the right man, who worshipped and adored you, who’d do anything for you and be your devoted slave, then what would you do?

Artemis(With a bittersweet smile): I’d pity him.

Nothing’s more amusing to me than watching Barbie Swan Lake in the background while working bc it’s like

  • Every time I look over there’s some incredibly bad CG animation going on and I’m pretty sure that’s not how you animate any horse let alone a unicorn
  • Pretty terrible storyboarding that I never really thought about as a kid but looking at it now I’m just like “oh god… this could’ve at least been storyboarded and designed so much better”
  • It’s awkward as heck that the prince has the same name as my cousin
  • Kelsey Grammer making “KA-CAW!!” noises
  • True Love is described like a Two for One special
  • And also rare so of course these two strangers have it after one date
  • and
Send me a character name and I’ll bold what my character thinks of them

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof |Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident |Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant| Foolish |Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding |Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

anonymous asked:

Did you and Shen ever watch Mary Poppins? I like to imagine you were a goofy enough couple to perform "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"! (Granted I also like to imagine you and your brother sang goofy karaoke back when you two got along, but I also find it difficult to imagine Saki going along with silliness willingly.) Also, to make up for bringing up bittersweet thoughts, would you like chin and ear scritches? (You don't have to wait for me to reply to your answer to get the scritches.)

I was never that foolish, Anonymous. However, i acknowledge i would have perhaps recited the lyrics without the melody…

Unlike Saki. Even in the past he was severe with himself and others. I do not remember him doing anything amusing…intentionally. 

Instant scritches seem to have a future in the internet. I would appreciate them better if i knew who would be giving them to me.

teen!Sherlock doing research on how to be a good boyfriend and reading an article titled How To Keep Your Man Happy, and telling teen!John all about his findings, like, “The article said in order to keep my man happy, I need to mix things up and not… what?” He’s puzzled as he watches a slow, amused yet pleased grin spread across John’s lips. 

“I’m your man?” John teases, blue eyes glittering. 

Sherlock blushes immediately, feeling foolish and embarrassed, unable to look at his boyfriend, just nodding down into his lap.

And John pulls him close, cuddling him into his chest and whispering, “I like the sound of that,” into Sherlock’s curls. 

honestly tho i wonder how Yao would see Alfred and Ivan. Equals worthy of grudging respect? Or akin to spoilt (albeit dangerous) children who love pulling the wings off flies? Himaruya mentioned his one flaw is that he can be condescending, and I can see this so coming out because of how much older he is than the two of them…

I think he’ll have a mix of sentiments. On one hand, he’s got that whole amused contempt- ‘oh, who is to say you are no more than just a flash in the pan?’ (especially towards Alfred) and superiority complex because he’s been playing this game long before they even came into existence. He was there before Rome is still here long after Rome turned to dust. (Who are these foolish, arrogant children thinking themselves invincible, thinking themselves gods?) At other times, I can see him being pretty hypocritical and always remarking how much trouble Alfred and Ivan leave in their wake, when he’s more or less been doing the same things for much of his 4000 year old lifespan. 

It’s interesting. I think his relationships with them both can be layered with friendliness, but he’s kind of watchful too, very much watching for any sign of weakness. Kind of like how an old, experienced mafia don who’s been in the business for a long time would size up a young rival.

Demon pox, oh demon pox
Just how is it acquired?
One must go down to the bad part of town
Until one is very tired.
Demon pox, oh demon pox, I had it all along—
Not the pox, you foolish blocks,
I mean this very song—
For I was right, and you were wrong!“

"Will!” Charlotte shouted over the noise, “Have you LOST YOUR MIND? CEASE THAT INFERNAL RACKET! Jem—”
Jem, rising to his feet, clapped his hands over Will’s mouth. “Do you promise to be quiet?” he hissed into his friend’s ear.
Will nodded, blue eyes blazing. Tessa was staring at him in amazement; they all were. She had seen Will many things—amused, bitter, condescending, angry, pitying—but never giddy before.
Jem let him go. “All right, then.”
Will slid to the floor, his back against the armchair, and threw up his arms. “A demon pox on all your houses!” he announced, and yawned.
“Oh, God, weeks of pox jokes,” said Jem. “We’re in for it now.

—  Cassandra Clare

anonymous asked:

The circle thing- (lxwlifepunk)

Send me ⊙ and my muse will bold all that applies to yours

I think you are:

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

“Yo, there are days where I wanna throw ya down a flight of stairs. But you’re my freakin’ aniki and I love ya, man. Wouldn’t take anyone else for an older bro. We’ve been through too much shit together.”

@lxwlifepunk

super-kame-love  asked:

"Oh, Lord Manda! I got you a treat for Valentine's Day. Look-look!" * presents a gallon of salmon-flavored ice cream* "If you want, we can stay in on Valentine's Day an' watch a movie while we eat ice cream. From what I understand, what's what single folks do for the holiday. We can be single together!"

Lowers his head to smell the really small bucket before him, he would accept it as it’s rather very amusing that this human thinks that this tiny offering will appease him, he will spare her for her foolishness and for amusing him,  “A present for me? Do you know what day it is today? I’ll take the gift, but don’t expect any gifts from me. I’m alone by choice so don’t pity me for my lack of a companion!” 

tinyholygrail  asked:

⊙ (Use this one for Lind because Rae is lazy and can only access two of her blogs at the same time)

Send me ⊙ and my muse will bold all that applies to yours
@twinangelgoddess

| Admirable | Attractive | Absentminded | Amusing | Abrasive | Aloof | Arrogant | Brilliant | Bizarre | Bland | Caring | Charming | Clever | Confident | Courageous | Creative | Cute | Careless | Childish | Clumsy | Cowardly | Cruel | Dignified | Dramatic | Desperate | Devious | Disrespectful | Elegant | Energetic | Emotional | Excitable | Faithful | Forgiving | Friendly | Flamboyant | Foolish | Frightening | Generous | Gloomy | Greedy | Gullible | Helpful | Honest | Hateful | Intelligent | Ignorant | Impulsive | Insensitive | Irresponsible | Lovable | Lazy | Mature | Malicious | Misguided | Monstrous | Narrow-minded | Optimistic | Obnoxious | Peaceful | Persuasive | Protective | Power-hungry | Quirky | Reliable | Romantic | Ridiculous | Sexy | Sophisticated | Selfish | Trusting | Treacherous | Understanding | Unpredictable | Unstable | Vulnerable | Witty | Weak |

inmywhipitrust  asked:

Adrian handed Franziska a paper envelope in silence. Inside was a selection of photos in which Phoenix Wright seemed to stumble upon different objects and fall.

{For a few days now, Franziska von Karma had been feeling withdrawn, not even bothering whipping Scruffy with her usual enthusiasm. Of course Adrian Andrews, her assistant and casual foolish ‘crush’, had noticed the change. So, it was no wonder why Miss Andrews gave her what she did.}
-


What is this Miss Andrews?”, she demanded with a curious tone, as she was handed a fairly thick envelope. When she opened it, she found a collection of photos of that foolish Defense Attorney friend of Miles’. In all of them, Phoenix was tripping, or stumbling over various things.

Well, I will not ask were you got this collection of foolish photos of that foolish fool, but they do amuse me. I shall cherish these greatly.”, the whip wielding prosecutor stated, as she carefully put the photos back in the envelope that they came in. She then put them in her desk drawer, and locked it.

So, I suppose I shall treat you to lunch today.”, she went on to offer, giving her assistant a semi-flirtatious wink.

I was determined to remain calm. But I wasn’t able. Instead I shouted. ‘We have fought side by side with your people and you Andalites still treat us like inferiors! Like errand-runners or servants or like idiot clowns to amuse you!’

❮They didn’t know who you are,❯ Aldrea said. ❮They figured you were just some regular Hork-Bajir.❯

'Ah, yes. They assumed I was just one of the stupid Hork-Bajir. The simple-minded Hork-Bajir. The expendable, irrelevant, foolish Hork-Bajir.’

❮That’s not what I meant.❯

'Of course it’s what you meant,’ I said bitterly. 'You Andalites have more respect for the vicious Yeerks or the cowardly Arn than you have for the Hork-Bajir who fight and die at your sides. All that matters to your people is intelligence. Well, I’ve learned enough about Yeerk and Andalite and Arn intelligence to make me sick.’

—  The Hork-Bajir Chronicles, pg. 171 (by K.A. Applegate)
“A Letter from the Axeman”

The following letter was published in many New Orleans’ newspapers and is said to have been penned by the Axeman:

Hell, March 13, 1919

Esteemed Mortal:

They have never caught me and they never will. They have never seen me, for I am invisible, even as the ether that surrounds your earth. I am not a human being, but a spirit and a demon from the hottest hell. I am what you Orleanians and your foolish police call the Axeman.

When I see fit, I shall come and claim other victims. I alone know whom they shall be. I shall leave no clue except my bloody axe, besmeared with blood and brains of he whom I have sent below to keep me company.

If you wish you may tell the police to be careful not to rile me. Of course, I am a reasonable spirit. I take no offense at the way they have conducted their investigations in the past. In fact, they have been so utterly stupid as to not only amuse me, but His Satanic Majesty, Francis Josef, etc. But tell them to beware. Let them not try to discover what I am, for it were better that they were never born than to incur the wrath of the Axeman. I don‘t think there is any need of such a warning, for I feel sure the police will always dodge me, as they have in the past. They are wise and know how to keep away from all harm.

Undoubtedly, you Orleanians think of me as a most horrible murderer, which I am, but I could be much worse if I wanted to. If I wished, I could pay a visit to your city every night. At will I could slay thousands of your best citizens, for I am in close relationship with the Angel of Death.

Now, to be exact, at 12:15 (earthly time) on next Tuesday night, I am going to pass over New Orleans. In my infinite mercy, I am going to make a little proposition to you people. Here it is:

I am very fond of jazz music, and I swear by all the devils in the nether regions that every person shall be spared in whose home a jazz band is in full swing at the time I have just mentioned. If everyone has a jazz band going, well, then, so much the better for you people. One thing is certain and that is that some of your people who do not jazz it on Tuesday night (if there be any) will get the axe.

Well, as I am cold and crave the warmth of my native Tartarus, and it is about time I leave your earthly home, I will cease my discourse. Hoping that thou wilt publish this, that it may go well with thee, I have been, am and will be the worst spirit that ever existed either in fact or realm of fancy.

The Axeman

@persuadedparticipant from here [x]

He saw it coming. How foolish of him. 

The moment she replies, he knows she’s not up for it. That her statement is clearly made out of amusement from her part rather than the desire to engage into a thrilling sexual encounter with him. She’s grown even -more- distant than before after his confession and as much as he doesn’t regret it, he is bitter about the little importance she gives to his emotional sanity. Yes, she’s enjoying her game, and of course, she believes in self-preservation rather than the feelings he harbors for her, and for that alone, the man detaches himself from the woman and heads to the fridge. 

The fact that she seems to put more effort into looking even more gorgeous than she already is could also be read as torture. Unreachable, untouchable, impossible. The level of stress he’s been put under because of that alone is tortuous. 

A single glass of water to calm down. He may probably take a shower in a minute to relax and cool down as well, wash off his disgusting bodily needs, hard to control lately.  But first, his answer. 

             “I won’t.”