it was longer but i messed it up! :d

Inked

Originally posted by sonsofanarchy-jaxteller

Originally posted by wcaohtbltorsoaff

Request: Imagine Jax overhearing you talk to Lyla about how you won’t get his crow because you think its unfair that the guys don’t get anything so Jax surprises you.


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Jax wiped his hands on the rag before using the back of his hand to wipe the sweat from his brow.
The afternoon was warm to say the least, the peak of summer upon them and all day Jax had been working in the yard.
Opie was helping him while you and Lyla lazed in the air conditioned haven of your living room while you helped Lyla plan the wedding. Only the two of you seemed to be doing more gossiping than actual wedding planning.
The boys were just about to head inside when Jax raised a hand, signalling Opie to stop.
“What?”
“They’re talking about us.”
Opie rolled his eyes and tugged his shirt off over his head and used it to wipe the sweat from his brow while Jax pressed himself against the wall so he could hear more clearly.
“Jax was complaining to Ope again.”
He heard Lyla say, and although he couldn’t see you Jax knew you well enough to know you’d be rolling your eyes.
“What’d I do now?”
Lyla laughed. “You won’t get his crow?”
“Oh that, nah I told him no.”
“Why? Y/N do you know how many girls would kill to have his crow?”
The sound of your laugh rang out.
“Yeah yeah, lucky me.”
They both giggled.
“I just think it’s unfair, you know.”
“How? I have Opies.”
“Does he have a tat for you?”
“No.” Jax could hear the frown in Lylas voice and he slowly began to realise your reasoning behind your refusal to get his crow.
“I love the crows, I do. But I just think the guys should get something to show their loyalty to us too, ya know.”
Jax pushed away from the wall and turned to Opie who had found refuge in the shade.
“Done eavesdropping?”
Jax grinned and nodded.
“Do me a favour? Ring Happy, get him to come down.”
Opie nodded. “Can we go inside first, before I die of heat stroke.”
Jax grinned and they both walked inside.
You let out a wolf whistle as the boys entered the house, both shirtless and glistening with sweat.
Lyla laughed and jumped off the sofa and headed to the fridge, she pulled out two beers and offered them to the boys.
“You two wanna earn some extra cash?”
They turned to you, where you sat in the middle of the floor, a half empty bottle of wine next to you and a goofy smile on your face.
“What have you got in mind, darlin?”
“Wanna be the strippers for Lylas bachelorette party?”
Opie and Lyla laughed while Jax shook his head and walked towards you.
“That’s something I only do for you.”
You bit your lip and stood up slowly.
“Oh yeah?”
Jax nodded as he licked his lips and pulled you in for a kiss, his arms wrapping around you.
“GET A ROOM!” Opies voice bellowed and you both laughed and pulled away.



Two days had passed and you were draped across the sofa waiting for Jax to come home.
He had been busy with the club all day, which you were used to. But you weren’t used to how distant he had been with you.
You tossed your phone in your hand as you chewed your lip and every so often you stopped to check the time.
What was that saying about a watched pot never boiling?
After what felt like forever, but in reality was only an hour, the roar of Jax’s Harley echoed down the street.
You sat up and turned the tv off.
Gemma had drilled into you the unspoken ‘rules’ of being an old lady. But you weren’t like the others. You demanded respect and loyalty and in return you gave it back and you loved with every inch of you. You devoted your life to Jax and the club and you never asked questions when it came to club business. But this wasn’t club business, it was affecting your relationship and you wanted answers.
You perched on the edge of the sofa and waited for Jax to enter the house.
You heard the door shut and the thud of his sneakers hitting the floor as he kicked them off.
“Hey darlin,”
That token Jax Teller Smile was plastered all over his goddamned perfect face and you threw him a glare.
He stopped in his tracks and eyed you cautiously.
“What’s wrong?”
“You tell me.” You said coldly.
When he gave you a blank expression you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms over your chest.
“You’ve been avoiding me for the last two days, Jackson. What the fuck is going on?”
A ghost of a smirk crossed his face and he carefully pulled the kutte off his shoulders and draped it over a chair.
“You can’t avoid my questions by getting naked. Not this time.”
This time he did smirk and he pulled his white tshirt over his head.
A gasp left your lips and you leapt off the sofa when you saw the white bandage taped to his chest.
“Are you okay? What happened?!”
You stopped in front of him, your face full of worry and panic and you ran your fingers over his sculpted torso, careful not to touch too close to the wound.
You looked up at Jax and his earlier smirk had faded and was now replaced with a strange expression that you couldn’t quite place as an evil plan formed in his mind.
“I got shot.” He whispered.
Your eyes filled with tears and you lifted your hand to your mouth.
Oh my god!
You pulled him carefully to the sofa and pushed him to lay down.
Panic was rising within you and you began to fuss over him, shifting the cushions on the sofa to make sure he was comfortable when he grabbed hold of your wrists.
“Babe I got shot,” He said.
“I know baby, oh god, have you seen Chibs? Are you in pai-”
“With your love.”
You froze. You lifted your gaze up from the white bandage to his blue eyes and found a spark of amusement within them.
“What?” You muttered.
“I got shot with your love.”
He flashed you a winning smile, his perfect pearly whites shining almost as brightly as his eyes.
You leapt of the couch and pounded the cushion in your hands against him.
“What the fuck, Jax!”
He laughed and grabbed hold of your wrists once more, seizing your soft attack and tugging you down onto the sofa.
“Look.”
You glared at him but watched as his hands released your wrists and moved to the bandage.
He carefully lifted the edge off his chest before pulling it away with one swift movement.
Your eyes widened as you took in the fresh ink on his skin.
Mirroring his ‘Abel’ tattoo on his chest was your name, delicately tattooed with intricate detailing on each letter.
The skin around it was still red from the rawness of the ink but you didn’t mind, your eyes sparkling with tears of pride as you looked at it.
“You like it?”
You met his gaze and before you could respond the cruel mess of his trick crossed your mind. He needed to be taught a lesson.
You shook your head.
“Jax I was gonna break up with you.”
His eyes widened and his face fell and it took everything you had not to break into a grin and admit your lie.
“What?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper as he glanced down at the now permanent reminder of you across his chest.
“Yeah,” You nodded, unable to keep a straight face for much longer. “I’m just kinda sick of your sculpted abs and perfect cheekbones, and don’t even get me started on your huge d-”
His lips crashed against yours and only your laughter broke the kiss.
“Your awful.” He whispered against your lips and you smiled and pecked another kiss.
“So are you. It’s why I love you.”
He pulled away, a look of pure adoration on his face.
“Will you get my crow now?”
You nodded excitedly and Jax jumped off the sofa and scooped you up into his arms.
He threw you over his shoulder and carried you down the hallway and you let out a squeal as his hand slapped against your ass cheek.
Your mind racing with all the ideas for your new tattoo.

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Critical Role fandom: I think I know what’s going on here

I think I figured out what the problem is here.

Every week, especially around big battles, there’s always this burst of negativity. Usually in the twitch chat and on reddit, but it’s on twitter and tumblr too. You all see it. People getting up in arms about rules, what it says in this book or that book, what a character “should” have done, etc. 

Leaving aside all the vitriol directed at Keyleth as a character and Marisha Ray for being A Woman In Gaming, and Vax as a character for being Openly Depressed (I could rant about that for 500 years but the short of it is, you need to take a good hard look at yourself if you spend every week spewing hate at these characters for the “crimes” of Being a Woman and Being Depressed respectively. Please take some time and consider why it is you have all this hatred that you use to lash out against people, especially women, you might wanna work on why that is.) Leaving that aside, I think I have figured out the problem here:

There is a fundamental confusion on the part of some fans about what Critical Role is. It is NOT one of those nasty D&D games where the GM is your enemy and out to murder you. It IS a longform improv drama/comedy web series that is released weekly and is a massive company asset.

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Voltron Characters as GPS Voices

Hunk:

-Takes you on scenic routes, very talkative GPS. 

-Alright, calculating your route. Let’s make sure you pass plenty of opportunities for pit stops! Oh, and food joints as well!

-You missed your turn! I told you not to miss your turn. I gave you a ten mile in advance warning. But you missed your turn. How could you miss your turn? It’s not like I didn’t tell you. I did tell you. Your turn was back there. You need to turn around now.

-You may not be aware of this but you’re in the middle of a highway with a toll. Just thought I would tell you.

Lance:

-TURN LEFT NOW! -Ahaha, just kidding- keep going 5 more miles :3 *technology dab* 

-Oh, your in a rush? *takes you on the slowest route*

-Working just fine. JUST KIDDING. Re-Calculating route.

-He’s the GPS that takes you right into a building, and after you crash tells you to make a legal U-Turn when available. 

Shiro:

-The nice GPS. The one you see in the ads that work perfectly.

-Very rarely messes up, rarely gets lost. Except, he’s outdated and doesn’t sync to modern day maps.

-”You can take a right up here, and then proceed for 3 miles” :D

-In really rural areas sometimes he gets lost. And it can feel like a year before you finally realize you’re being led to a road that no longer exists. Oops, it’s almost like he hasn’t been on Earth in a year or something.

Pidge:

-Pidge is the road rage, salty GPS.

-”There’s construction up ahead so I GUESS you’re going to have to take the detour.”

-”DON’T PULL OVER HERE, YOU NEED TO MAKE A LEFT”

-”QUIT CHANGING DIRECTIONS!”

Keith:

-Gives you the perfect route.

-But don’t you dare go off course when he’s operating. Because Keith is a vicious annoying GPS when your trying to make your own path.

-”I told you not to take the highway! It’s your fault your stuck in traffic now. Who are you Lance? Lance stop driving the car.”

-”TURN AROUND ALREADY”

-”If you do not make this turn I’m going to lead you off a cliff.”

curling-girl  asked:

I'm looking for a longer fic that has has Stiles joining Derek's pack because he asks? Scott is getting more and more unstable. They find out that Scott is a true alpha because Deaton is giving him something to make him so and he's really not one and that's what's messing him up. Eventually, most of his pack joins Derek's pack because of it and the more pack members Scott loses, the more violent he becomes.

I’m pretty sure I came across that fic yesterday, at least the summary had the potential to be that one, but I can’t find it now D:
Does anyone know it? (also good icon, Hardy is 10+)

anonymous asked:

Could you possibly elaborate on the whole "Farkle discovering the patriarchy" situation? Thank you ever so much.

omfg okay do I need to put a warning for ~biological feminine situations~ or can people be mature? They can? Rad.

I’m setting this in 10th grade but before Farkle and Riley start dating.

  • Okay so it’s a normal Saturday night, Farkle’s home alone and is just chilling on his laptop. It’s like…Maybe 8:30
  • He was alone on a Saturday because The Flannels were on some away game or something and Riley and Maya had the Matthews’ apartment to themselves allll weekend and made a big deal about having a Girls Weekend
  • So suddenly he gets a text from Riley right
  • “How much do you love us??”
  • So he just sighs and responds “What are you gonna make me do now?” because the girls only use that line when they want something lol
  • “MASSIVE EMERGENCY. CODE RED. My whole family is gone.”
  • “Yeah, I know, that’s why you’re having a girls night???”
  • “MY MOM TOOK THE LAST BOX OF PADS WITH HER BC OUR CYCLE’S SHOULDN’T BE STARTING FOR TWO MORE WEEKS BUT THEY CAME EARLY AND WE’RE GONNA DIE”
  • “Literally what are you talking about?”
  • “Code Red??? Periods, dumbass. We have been caught off guard and are now trapped and dying. Can you run to the drugstore for us?”
  • “NO???”
  • “Maya says to tell you that if you don’t save us she’ll come to your house and free bleed on everything you love.”
  • “If she can get to my house she can get to a CVS???”
  • “FARKLE.”
  • “RILEY.”
  • “You were so much more chivalrous in middle school.”
  • “12 year old me would’ve fainted in the tampon isle and you know it.”
  • “Farkle I cannot just bleed all over my house all weekend. Be the hero I know you are.”
  • “Ugh”
  • “We’ll let you sleepover and stay for girls weekend??? We have the ability to order you a pizza with banana peppers and extra garlic right now.”
  • “If you’re trying to bribe me right now then I better be receiving a DAMN GOOD mani-pedi in the morning.”
  • “Of course! So you’ll do it???”
  • “I’m literally already halfway to the drugstore calm down woman I left the second you said Code Red😂😂😂😂“
  • “Wait what??? Then why were you pretending you weren’t gonna help???”
  • “Because now I’m getting pizza and a mani-pedi??😂“
  • “…I hate you but Maya seems to be more grudgingly impressed.”
  • “I tend to have that effect on a lot of people.”
  • “Asshole.”
  • “She says to the boy who’s supposedly saving her life. Okay, are there like specifics I need to look for here or…?”
  • So she gives him the specifics bc Maya likes tampons but Riley feels safer in pads because everyone is different~
  • Okay so Farkle gets to the store and he’s looking for the isle right
  • And he finds it and
  • “wtf Riley why are these boxes like 10 bucks each???”
  • “Oh don’t worry Farkle we’ll pay you back when you get here!!”
  • “No??? You will not??? Omfg do you actually have to spend $10 dollars every month on pressed cotton or whatever it is???”
  • “Actually I usually go through two packs each month so $20. But I can just get the other pack later it’s fine.”
  • “20 DOLLARS??? BECAUSE YOU AREN’T PREGNANT???”
  • “…Farkle darling calm down.”
  • “I am calm but???? This is so dumb????”
  • “Listen I fully agree with that sentiment but if you could hurry up a little that’d be great??”
  • Except now our young Minkus is looking around the rest of the ~Lady Aisle~
  • And he’s seeing all the razors and shampoo and conditioner and shave gel and deodorant and everything else and he’s like…wtf
  • “Riley was is EVERYTHING so overpriced in this aisle????”
  • “Because it’s the women’s aisle???? Our lives are overpriced????”
  • “But???? WHY????”
  • “Bruh did you really not know about this???”
  • “Is this a common thing holy shit??”
  • “MAYA’S SCREAMING.”
  • “Why?”
  • “ARE YOU FINALLY DISCOVERING THE PATRIARCHY????”
  • “Possibly???? I don’t know????”
  • “FARKLE THIS COULD BE A BREAKTHROUGH. OH BOY.”
  • “Why am I only noticing this weird pricing now tho???”
  • “You’re a white boy who’s part of the 1% sweetie the patriarchy exists for you.”
  • “oh????”
  • “But no babe it’s always been like this???”
  • “Like?? Everything is cheaper in the men’s aisle how does that make sense to anyone??”
  • “IT DOESN’T”
  • “THEN WHY????”
  • “SEXISM.”
  • “WHAT THE FUCK”
  • “Those tampons you’re buying are taxed too”
  • “HOW????”
  • “They’re viewed as a luxury product or something idk man.”
  • “BUT???? YOUR UTERINE LINING IS SHEDDING??? YOU CANNOT CONTROL THAT???”
  • “WE ARE AWARE”
  • “WHY THEN”
  • “FARKLE IT’S SO EXPENSIVE TO HAVE A VAGINA I CAN NOT EVEN BEGIN.”
  • And then Riley is just telling him all this shitty stuff and Farkle is just standing in this aisle in a drug store getting his ass educated and he’s getting more and more frustrated and pissed off omfg
  • Like people walking down the aisle are lowkey getting afraid they just see this 15 year old boy texting furiously fast with a huge scowl on his face and sometimes his eyebrows will shoot up in surprise only to quickly knit themselves back together in anger
  • Riley’s listing everything she and Maya can think of he’s standing there for like 10 minutes omfg
  • “How much underwear can you get with $50???”
  • “Like???? A lot???? Packs of 5 only cost like 3 bucks????”
  • “I went to Arie the other day with a $50 gift card and I was able to purchase exactly 1 bra and 2 pairs of underwear.”
  • “W H A T.”
  • “EXACTLY.”
  • “THONGS ARE THE LEAST AMOUNT OF FABRIC REQUIRED BTW”
  • “THIS IS SO STUPID AND I HATE EVERYONE INVOLVED”
  • Maya and Riley are just. screaming back at home bc finally someone is getting this
  • But eventually it gets to a point where they gotta be “Kay Farkle we sent you out 20 minutes ago we REALLY need the stuff now”
  • “SEE??? YOU CAN’T CONTROL IT! THIS IS A MEDICAL THING WHY IS IT SO EXPENSIVE???”
  • “Honey I know and when you get here we can scream about it in person and then Maya and I can give you all different examples of patriarchal capitalism and the 3 of us can spend the night in blissful righteous fury like we were always meant to I promise but please calm down enough to buy the goods??”  
  • “What else can there be besides what you’ve spent the last 10 minutes ranting to me about holy shit???”
  • “Like…They make girls pants with fake pockets so they can sell us handbags.”
  • “…FUCK.”
  • “Maya and I can think of more examples while you’re on your way here okay pumpkin? Will that make you feel better?”
  • “What would make me feel better is knowing my two best friends don’t have to overpay because of their gender???”
  • “Well, hate to break it to you honey, but that’s been going on for a while. For literally all women. I’m sure the pay gap doesn’t help the situation either.”
  • “PAY GAP???”
  • “Oh HONEY.”
  • “I AM SO ENRAGED ON YOUR BEHALF RIGHT NOW HOLY SHIT”
  • And now Riley’s just sending a barrage of texts like “Farkly take a deep breathe”, “Sweetheart just hurry up okay” stuff like that but he’s not even opening them this is the first time he has like 6 ignored texts from Riley Matthews but now he’s busy
  • He gets what he came here for- and grabs two extra boxes so he could save them a later trip like Riley mentioned- and now he’s rushing around the store right
  • He gets like 3 cartons of ice cream omfg cookie dough and mint chocolate chip and vanilla. He grabs a box of tissues and a DVD of ‘The Proposal’ on sale
  • He gets a big bag of m&m’s, a huge Hershey’s Special Dark bar, and a couple packs of those over priced Pepperidge Farm dark chocolate chip cookies omfg
  • He also gets some motrin and a 2 liter bottle of that super sugary blue raspberry soda that looks like it’s 98% percent chemicals and is the girls’ guilty pleasure
  • Slams it all down at the register and it’s a girl ringing him up, she looks like she’s maybe 20, she just sees all this and sees the anger in Farkle’s eye’s and smiles sadly and nods at him omfg
  • He nods back as he takes his bags and she fucking salutes him as he walks out of the store
  • Okay so the girls are in the apartment desperately texting Farkle because the food they ordered just got here and they can’t keep it up with the toilet paper stuffing much longer they have to change that shit every few minutes
  • Suddenly Riley gets a text from Farkle and she’s hoping it’s gonna say ‘buzz me up’ but instead:
  • “HOLY SHIT I JUST ALMOST GOT MUGGED I’M LAUGHING SO HARD RN”
  • So they’re screaming in panic because their pet dork was in trouble and they can’t help???
  • “FARKLE ARE YOU SERIOUS???”
  • “100% THE GUY PULLED ME INTO AN ALLEY AND SLAMMED ME INTO A WALL AT KNIFE POINT OMFG”
  • “THEN WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LAUGHING??? ARE YOU OKAY???”
  • “I’M LAUGHING BECAUSE HE TOOK ONE LOOK INSIDE MY BAGS AND SAID, “OH. SORRY BRO, GO SAVE YA GIRL.”😂😂😂😂“
  • “F U C K”
  • “I KNOW”
  • He’s rushing to the apartment and sure he’s shaken up but he’s laughing. Riley’s staring at his messages with her mouth hanging open in shock and Maya’s on the floor laughing omfg
  • Riley turns to Maya and starts to say “He’s gotta be joking about this, right?” when immediately Farkle kicks the door open
  • His jacket is ripped and his hairs messed up. His nose is bleeding looks broken and there are a few small cuts the look like they definitely could’ve come from a knife omfg
  • But he puffs out his fucking chest and tosses all the bags onto the couch and just yells “I. P R O V I D E.”
  • The girls are shrieking with hysterics omfg
  • Once they get situated so they’re no longer free bleeding they try to clean Farkle up a little bit and Maya makes a crack like “This is what happens when you become aware of the patriarchy” omg
  • They’re also extremely grateful for everything he went out of his way to buy and are trying to pay him back and he’s not hearing it omfg
  • “Farkle this bill goes over 100 dollars we’re paying you back” “If you try I’d just use the money to buy you more shit okay leave it alone.”
  • They finally give up lol
  • They can’t get his nose to stop bleeding tho and suddenly Riley gasps in realization and throws a fucking tampon at him
  • He groans but finds it actually works quite well
  • Maya took a picture of him and he flipped off the camera lol
  • Okay so Riley’s like ‘scream about patriarchal capitalism now or later?’  and they look at the giant mountain of food they have- the girls ordered two pizzas, cheesy bread, and garlic knots, plus everything Farkle had brought lol.
  • Farkle just sighs and says “Pass me the Goddamn cheesy bread and get Ryan Reynolds beautiful face on the television pronto, it’s been a long fucking night.”
  • “Sweetheart it’s been, like, 40 minutes…”
  • “Long. Fucking. Night.”
  • So they settle in for a night trying to relax while watching romcoms and eating way more than they should lol
  • Maya gets all the screenshots of Riley’s convo with Farkle and jokingly posts them, and the picture of him she took, online and titles it ‘Farkle Minkus Discovers The Patriarchy And Immediately Gets Mugged’ lmao
  • She puts her phone away for the rest of the night and doesn’t think about it again as she and her two best friends cuddle with each other and try to eat themselves to death
  • So the next morning Riley and Maya are doing all their Girls Day activities they already planned- spa, movies, mani-pedis, they were trying to be super cliché you know- except now they have Farkle with them lol
  • They don’t mind having him there at all and as worked up as he got last night, some relaxation could potentially save his life rn
  • So like halfway throughout the day, they’ve stopped at a Starbucks before heading to the movies, Maya realizes she hasn’t checked her phone all day
  • So she pulls it out and
  • She has so many notifications??? wth
  • She checks what going on and realizes with a gasp. Holy shit. The post with all the screenshots went viral.
  • She didn’t even tell Riley and Farkle she posted them in the first place omfg she’s trying to explain this to them
  • It’s literally already become a meme. People are using the picture of beaten up, middle finger throwing, scowling Farkle with a tampon sticking out of his nose as a reaction meme h o l y s h i t
  • Some people are just quoting some of the things he said for meme joke purposes
  • The three of them are just quietly screaming in Starbucks omfg
  • It progressively gets bigger omfg
  • Like some news outlets are talking that it shed a great light on sexism and shit
  • And how teenage boys/some men in general can be oblivious to things like this until it literally slaps them in the face
  • Also everyone just found his reaction very amusing and a little sweet lol
  • So yeah like it eventually dies down but it was definitely a thing for a while omfg
  • All his selfies on Instagram were suddenly full of comments “HE PROVIIIIDES” lol
  • When Farkle grows up and gets into politics he bans the tax on feminine products lmao
  • So yeah that’s the time Farkle got his ass educated, got mugged, and then the OT3 accidently started a meme
  • My beautiful children
Challenge Time Y’all

Soooo I thought it was time to come up with a new challenge. We got a lot of great artists in and from Denmark. A huge part of them sing in english, so all the artists on this list will be from Denmark and therefor my guess is you won’t have heard the songs before and there in lies a challenge in itself. 

Only these pairings are allowed:

Characters (x readers) you can write for: Dean/Jensen, Sam/Jared, Cas/Misha, Gabe/Rich, Chuck/Rob, Charlie/Felicia 

General fics with focus on any of the above mentioned characters are allowed too!

Ships: Destiel, Deonna, Sam/Rowena, Megstiel, Janeel, Jared/Gen, 

I am limiting to these because I don’t have a lot of time to reading these days and I want all fics to be something I usually seek out - please respect these limits and know it is not hate against any other ships or characters.

Rules: 

1. Pick a song go to this doc:

 https://docs.google.com/document/d/1rXEBoHOdRFlKAGn_A3SEjcoX6MyY5OfZhj-lNRVNCHk/edit?usp=sharing

2. Write the url you will be posting from by the song and your chosen pairing. Yes you have to add both now!

3. I allow 2 people per song - once two people added their name to a song you can no longer chose that one.

4. Sign-Ups run as long as there are songs. 

5. Mess with the doc and you will be banned from this and all future challenges.

6. Write and post your fic before May 31st (plenty of time on this one guys).

7. One song per person is allowed so far. I will let you know it changes. 

8. Tag me @thing-you-do-with-that-thing in the A/N when you post and use the # Kari’s Danish Artists SPN Challenge (long I know - sorry!)

9. If you need an extension or drop out let me know before May 24th or you will be banned from future challenges. Dropping out is cool and so are extensions. Just give me a heads up guys. If you are already banned I will remove you from the doc and send you an ask reminding you. 

10. Smut, Angst, Fluff - any combination as well as AUs are more than welcome. Just use warnings.

11. Word limits: It has to be a one shot so above 1k without the lyrics should you chose to use them. Word max: 6k (give me a change to get through all)

12. It has to be a one shot or a start of a series. You can combine with other challenges. But I prefer if the song inspires the fic in someway. Above it playing on the radio atleast.

List of songs and tags for signal boost are under the cut. Have fun y’all!!

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Cookies and Cream

Originally posted by aj-squidkid

Request: Yo, I’m back again! I’m sorry if I’m annoying with all these requests.. But could you possibly do one where Amy and the reader are either best friends or related and they go on a cool adventure together?

Summary: Fem!Reader is bored and just wants to go on an adventure with Amy. Accidentally ends up with a new family member and a buttload of responsibility sorry Amy.

A/N: My first Amy x Reader! Rejoice! This was fun to write, but took me a it longer because I wanted to really make it really good. I’m also not used to writing Amy yet so that also made it take a bit longer. I’m happy with the outcome though! Enjoy!

Wordcount: 1018, good length :D

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LGBT Headcanons /Orientations

part of Day 4 for @lgbtmntweek, I thought i’d give my headcanons for the turtles (since none of my plans really involve any of them this week) along with my headcanons for some other characters. Mostly 2012 stuff really

Leonardo

- Demisexual

- Appreciates aesthetic attractiveness but not big on a romantic relationship unless he feels he knows them

- Wishes he was a hopeless flirt like Mikey but turns out to actually be hopeless at flirting because he is A Mess™

- Thanks to the heteronormative romances with his childhood heroes growing up, Leo doesn’t consider a mlm relationship for himself an option until it’s too late and he realises he’s fallen for a guy. Cue double whammy of sexual identity questioning followed by an intermission of internal screaming

Raphael

- Greysexual

- Has zero understanding of relationship drama and hates when people come to rant to him about it. Highly likely to give terrible advice on purpose as a result

- Closet romantic who puts every ounce of energy into not crying during romcoms and period dramas

- Definitely did not make out with Casey that one night they got drunk.

Donatello

- Bisexual

- Transgender, which is a headcanon I have @onthespectrumwriting to thank for

- Started referring to himself as a boy as a toddler. Splinter found it odd at first but respected Donnie’s gender identity when he could see Donnie was serious about it

- Swears he wouldn’t touch Casey Jones with a 10ft pole. None of his brothers believe him

Michelangelo

- Asexual-Panromantic

- Hopeless flirt but pretty light-hearted about it (he’s a sucker for damsels in distress because then he gets to use his cool heroic one-liners)

- More frustrated than he is amused when his brothers fail at flirting (Leo what are you doing that was not flirting that was falling flat on your face)

- Does not get homophobia/transphobia and frankly doesn’t want to understand those people ever

April

- Bisexual

- Started to crush on Harmony until she realised this cute girl was actually the daughter of her friends’ sworn enemy

- Kind of traumatised that Irma turned out to be Subprime because she had a little crush on Irma

- Kind of crushed on Shinigami but then she flipped out and tried to kill her with her mind powers

- Bi and ready to cry from her bad impressions with girls

- Plays “Hot or Not” with Casey in their corner of the cafeteria

Casey

- Bisexual

- Bi Trash™ and ready to thrash

- Also a hopeless flirt for the sake of one-liners and looking cool. Aborts mission if the flirtee is ready to Kill And Means It

- Definitely made out with Raph that one night they got drunk.

- Plays “Hot or Not” with April in their corner of the cafeteria

Karai

- Bisexual

- Queen of the bi squad tbh

- Not as keen on boys as she is girls, but enjoys toying with the former if it fits with her job

- Has known Shinigami was The One but the way she was raised and all her self-doubts make her a ridden ball of angst over it

Shinigami

- Lesbian Idol

- Can have any girl in the world because look at her, but is too much into Karai to consider any other girl

- Is better than you. She knows it, you know it, the whole world knows it

Renet

- Asexual-Demiromantic

- Trans girl

- Left her timeline to become a timestress apprentice because of how she wasn’t able to be herself in her own home

- Can recite a timeline of events of LGBT rights movements that span milennia across the multiverse and yet confuses Earth slang and lingo all the time

- Went back in time to witness several Pride marches undercover

Stay With Me (Newt Scamander x Gryffindor!Reader)

Originally posted by sweetly87

✩ prompt: a best friend of newt finds out he’s getting expelled (preferably angsty)

✩ word count: idk enough to make me sob lmao

✩ warnings: angst!!

Stay With Me

Thankfully, quidditch practice had ended early so Y/N could get out of her itchy woolen uniform.

As she makes her way through the hallways, a faint hush falls over the clumps of students, but she thinks nothing of it as she weaves her way back to the Gryffindor common room.

“Password?” The shrill voice of the painting asks.

“Leaping Moss.” Y/N replies quietly, and the painting swings open.

She steps into the common room, dropping her bag and lounging on a chair by the fire. It isn’t for several minutes that she realizes the unusual hush in the common room.

She furrows her brows, looks around.

“What’s up with you lot?” Y/N asks, only half interested in whatever drama had recently plagued the school.

Some students exchange looks, and Y/N looks at them, raising an eyebrow.

Finally, a third year called Penny, spoke up, “I-I er-heard a Hufflepuff boy is bein’ expelled.”

Silence falls across the crowd once more.

“Ha!” Y/N laughs, then pauses, looking around, confused, “You’re joking, right? How could a Hufflepuff get expelled? Are you sure it isn’t a Slytherin boy?”

“P-Positive.” Penny pipes up.

“And what would the reason for their expelling be?” 

“U-Um,” A fifth year, Todric McDundif, says, “I ‘eard he’s gettin the boot for, er- endangering muggle life.. Something er- about a creature of some sort.”

Creature.

Y/N grips the edge of her chair, and a terrible sinking feeling fills her up.”W-Who did y-you say was being expelled?”

Penny looks down, kicking the ground as she speaks, “That- That Newt boy. The one always talking about beasts.”

“You’re… kidding.” 

“No-”

“You’re kidding.” Y/N says firmly, the words becoming less of a question and more of a threat.

“I’m not-”

“Dear Merlin-” Y/N croaks. 

Her body has frozen, save her hands which are shaking terribly. A lump rises in her throat and before she realizes it, hot tears spill from her eyes.

“You’re kidding!” Y/N repeats, her voice faltering as her hands rise to her mouth, “Please-please be kidding!”

She doesn’t even get a reply, just sullen downward cast faces.

And suddenly she’s on her feet, pushing past people and back out the painting, flying through the hallways.

All she can hear is the rhythmic footfalls of herself sprinting through the hallways.

This, she takes a flight of curling stairs downward two at a time.

Cannot, Y/N pushes through a door, sprints down another hallway, pushing through people.

Be, still running, nine more flights of stairs, seven hallways, her shirtsleeves across her eyes, numbness spreading through her legs.

Happening, she pushes through the heavy front doors and sprints into the courtyard, then across the soft green grass and into the greenhouses outside of the Hufflepuff common room.

She practically rips the door off the first greenhouse, frantically checking under the tables or behind the leafier plants.

It isn’t until the third greenhouse she finds him. Newt is sitting with his knees pulled to his chest beneath a large arch of assorted plants. She approaches quietly, and spots his shoulders shaking. Her feet carry her on their own until her feet are inches away from his worn boots.

Y/N can’t help it, “It-It isn’t true.” Her voice faults ring as tears sting her eyes.

Newt does not look up, does not even move a muscle, “P-Please say it isn’t true, Newt.” She practically begs.

Still silence, his shoulders still shake. Her knees give out and suddenly she’s in the same position he is, curled in on herself, the tip of her shoes touching his.

“Please.” Her voice breaks as sweltering tears salt her face.

She hears a small rustle, and looks up. Her E/C eyes meet his brilliant green ones, and she stares at his face.

Cheeks stained with tears and lips slightly purple from the cold, he even seems paler, making is freckles stand out more. His hair is, somehow, messier than usual and it hangs in curls over his eyes.

“Please don’t cry.” He says softly, looking at her and wiping his own face repeatedly with the back of his sleeve.

“It’s,” She pauses, not wanting to finish the sentence, because the thought alone of a castle without her best friend, Hogwarts without Newt, is making this terrible feeling in her stomach spread through her, “T-True.”

He swallows, avoids her eyes, looks down at the ground, wipes his cheeks with his sleeve again. Nods.

Tears shake her body, and her vision is beyond blurred, but she somehow manages to pull herself into his arms.

She buries her face in his robe, gripping onto him tightly as if she could keep him just by holding on, her tears soaking through his shirt. A couple seconds pass before his arms wrap tightly around her, pulls her closer, and closer still. Newt hides his face in her neck, and begins to sob.

“Y/N-” He says weakly, “I don’t w-want to leave.”

“I-I won’t-won’t let them take you away!” Y/N hiccups, gripping onto the boy almost feverishly now, taking bunches of his shirt in her hands. “You can’t, you can’t.” Newt’s shoulders shake violently, “You can’t, you can’t.”

“You can’t leave!” She cries, gripping at his shoulders and midsection, and pulling herself closer still.

“I have too.” Newt says softly, “I’m such a bloody idiot! I always mess things up, I’m the biggest failure-”

“Stop! Please!” Y/N begs, pulling away from the boy and cupping his freckled, tear stained cheeks in her hands, no longer caring that she’s got tears dripping off her chin and nose, only about the boy in front of her.

She takes a shaky breath, looks at him, bites back tears but fails horribly.

“Newt-” She manages through sobs, “D-Don’t say that. Y-You’re the most brilliant person i’ve ever met-” Several tears slip down Newts cheeks and she wipes them gently with her thumb. “Don’t-Don’t ever think less of yourself. Y-You’re-” She tries to finish her sentence, but sobs wrack her body, “You’re my best friend. A-And I love you s-so so much.”

Newt feverishly wipes his eyes.

“I love you so so so much.” She repeats, tears falling from her face, and she leans her forehead against his, “So so so much.” She says through tears.

This time, his hands cup her cheeks. He wipes her tears and leans forward, pressing his lips to hers.

She breaks down, kissing the boy back, as if she could keep him with her just by being close to him.

The two are both crying uncontrollably now, gripping onto each other, because they’ve lost so much time together. Because they both know Y/N can’t go with Newt. Because there are so many things left unsaid.

As they break apart, Y/N wipes her eyes with her sleeve, manages a small, weak smile, and pushes up Newts unruly curly hair, presses a kiss to his beautiful freckled forehead and wipes the tears from his cheeks.

“Please,” He says quietly, “Stay with me.”

She nods, and he pulls her into his chest one last time as the two lay down on the green house floor in silence, holding hands and staring up into the sky through the glass windows.

✩ Not even going to lie i’m legitimately sobbing rn. please enjoy!! if you need a good ole hug after reading that here u go (cause i sure do after writing that)

“Woah There, Spidey” - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by velociraptor

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: Mention’s being held captive and tortured by Hydra, FLUFF

Author’s Note: Whats up y’all? I was skyping with @love-allthingsmarvel and @rejectedmarvel and we came up with an idea for an imagine and I decided to write it! In this imagine, the reader has the ability to see a person’s biggest secret whenever someone touches their hand. This was really fun to write, and I’m sorry it took longer than I thought it would :D Whale, I hope you guys enjoy!!

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First day at Midtown High and you couldn’t be any more nervous. You weren’t nervous about school, or the obnoxious teenagers. You were just nervous about what would happen next in the crazy mess that was your life.

Two years ago today, you had been locked up in a hydra cell, being tested on like some lab rat. It was hell, and you thanked your lucky stars when Nick Fury broke into the Hydra base and rescued you. Once he discovered your ability, Fury personally trained you to be a Shield agent and kept you away from the others. Fury had become a father figure and treated you like his daughter. But he saw how much it hurt you. To learn someone’s deepest, darkest secret when you did a simple thing like shake someone’s hand. Some secrets were meant to stay a secret…

You had become a pretty fantastic agent, especially for being so young. It was a rough life though, and you finally told Nick that you decided this life wasn’t what you wanted. He understood and bought you a lovely apartment in Queens, New York. Nick enrolled you into Midtown High and kept tabs on you, just to make sure you were all right.

You walked down the crowded halls of Midtown High, trying your best not to touch anyone as you attempted to find your first class.

“Oh great,” You sighed, glancing down at your schedule. “Chemistry first. My favorite.” Sarcasm was a natural response, especially when you were nervous or frustrated.

The bell rang as you walked into your chemistry class. You stood in the front of the room as the eyes of judgmental teenagers and a scruffy male teacher landed on you. You scanned the room to find an empty seat and your eyes landed on a desk in front of a dorky, pale boy with ruffled hair and a poorly covered up bruise on his forearm. You rushed over and sat down in the seat, looking back at the boy who looked so familiar to you… but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

You searched through your backpack, looking for something to write with until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You looked up, a pencil in your face.

“Here,” The boy smiled. “You can use mine.”

You smiled back, looking into his precious, cocoa colored eyes. “Thanks,” You whispered, gently taking the pencil out of his grasp and making sure you didn’t touch his hand.

“I’m (Y/n), by the way.”

“Peter.”

You nodded and pointed the pencil at him. “Nice to meet you, Peter.”

“Good morning class!” The teacher exclaimed, waiting for the class to respond. Everyone just groaned, which was definitely not the reaction he was expecting. He threw his hands into the air and sighed.

“I said,” he continued, “Good morning class!”

“Good morning, Mr. Fritch.”

“There we go. So today we will be getting to know your classmates. I want you to turn to the person closest to you and say your name, and your favorite movie.” Mr. Fritch sat down in his chair and went on his computer. Most kids turned to their friends and complained about how lame this was. You heard a few girls near you talking about some party that was a “total bust”, and decided to talk to Peter instead to avoid that drama (because yikes).

“Well, I’m (Y/n). And my favorite movie is probably… Star Wars.”

“Holy shit!” Peter exclaimed, slamming his hands on the desk. “That’s mine too!”

You both laughed and then fangirled about how great Empire Strikes Back was.

“Hey, how did you get that gnarly bruise?” You asked, pointing at the black and blue mark on his arm. Peter glanced down at his arm, tugging at his sweater to cover it up.

“Oh, that’s uh-that’s nothing.”

You knew he was lying, but before you could tease him about it, Mr. Fritch interrupted your conversation and began going over the class syllabus. Learning about so many rules and upcoming projects, you sighed and turned around. This was going to be a long class.

Fifty dreadful minutes later, the bell rang and class was finally over. Everyone quickly gathered their things while you stayed behind and talked to the teacher about what the homework assignment was. As you entered the busy hallway, you wondered how the rest of your day was going to go. “So far so good,” you muttered under your breath.  You hadn’t learned any life changing secrets and you made a friend. Today actually might not be so bad.

Sixth period ended, and it was time to go home. The day had been pretty great, and you were excited to go back to your flat and take a long well-deserved nap. You walked out of the school and headed towards the bus stop.  You sat down on the bus bench, putting in your earphones and listening to some of your favorite songs. You walked to the curb and checked to see if the bus was coming around the corner. When you saw nothing, you turned around to sit back down on the bench. But Peter had run straight into you, making you land on your back and sending your phone smashing on the pavement.

“Oh my god!” Peter shouted, grabbing your hand to pull you up. You saw a flash a light and then Peter’s worried face.

“Woah there, Spidey,” you said as you wiped the tiny rocks and dirt off your hands. Peter’s eyes widened, he felt like a deer in headlights.

“Wha-what did you just call me?” He stumbled over his words and his hands started to tremble. 

“Oops, probably shouldn’t have said that…” You cringed and put your hands over your mouth.

“Why did you call me-”

“I know who you are, Peter. I know… what you do at night,” You said subtly, giving him a wink. Peter’s heart dropped, how did you know? You couldn’t know… He never told you. Or at least he didn’t remember telling you. You glanced over his shoulder, seeing the bus pull up to the curb.

“Look, Peter. Just… can you come home with me?”  You asked quickly, grabbing his arm.

“What?!” Peter was even more in shock and stared at you in fear until you tensed up.

“No! No, I-I didn’t mean it like that,” you assured, letting go of his arm and searching for your dollar bills, putting your foot on the bus. “Yikes, that came out weird. I mean, can you just come over to my house and I’ll explain everything?” Peter nodded and stepped onto the bus with you.

A bumpy 10 minutes later, you arrived at Peter’s apartment complex. You both ran out of the bus and starting jogging up the steps, entering the building.

“Wait, how did you know where I live?” Peter asked, concerned about who you were and who you could have been working for. You gave him a confused expression.

“What do you mean? I live here, apartment A33.”

“No way! A35!” Peter exclaimed, pointing a finger at his chest. You laughed and he smiled, admiring how beautiful your laugh sounded. He quickly snapped back into reality: He just met you today, and somehow you knew about his “sticky” secret. Peter watched you fumble for your keys as you approached your apartment. You unlocked the door and threw your bag on the couch in the middle of the living room. As soon as he entered your flat, you shut and locked the door behind you.  Peter was starting to worry as you shut the blinds and started frantically pacing back and forth.

“(Y/n), are you okay?” Peter questioned. You took a deep breath and looked down at your hands.

“Wow, this is gonna be tougher than I thought,” you said as your heart started to race. You were about to tell someone about your ability, your backstory. Someone that you had only met and known for about seven hours. But for some reason… you felt like you could trust him. I mean, you did just learn his biggest secret. Even if he told someone, you had blackmail (although you weren’t that shady).

“So, about two years ago, I was held captive by this really bad organization called Hydra. They were testing on me, kept calling me this weird thing… like an ‘inhuman’ or something.” You sat down on the couch, biting your lip and started to play with your thumbs. “This is really weird to explain but pretty much I can see a person’s biggest secret when I touch them. More specifically when someone grabs my hand, I don’t know. It just triggers me or something.” You babbled as Peter sat down next to you and pointed at your hands.

“So, that’s how you found out-”

“That your Spider-Man? Yeah,” You interrupted. You shrugged and studied his face to see how he was going to react. Peter looked into your eyes with worry and exhaled.

“How did you get out of there?”

“Nick Fury saved me, he used to be the head of Shield. He broke into the base and trained me to be an agent. But I realized I didn’t want that, so he bought me a place here and… the rest is history.”

“Wow,” Peter sighed.

“Probably don’t wanna hang out with a freak like me, huh?” You said as you pushed yourself off of the couch, walking over to the kitchen to grab a water bottle. Peter laughed.

“Are you kidding? You know who I am, and I also happened to be the school’s convenient punching bag!” You chuckled as you turned around, noticing how close he was to you. “You are different,” he continued, taking your hand in his and staring into your eyes. “But a good kind of different.”

You smiled, you felt yourself slowly falling for this boy. It was weird, you had known him for such a short amount of time but he had already taken hold of your heart. You felt his face being drawn towards you like a magnet, but you cleared your throat and it snapped you both back to reality.

“Sorry.” Peter snickered, slowly backing away.

“No, you’re fine,” You giggled, staring at his hand that was still wrapped around yours.  Peter squeezed your hand before letting go and walked over to grab his bag.

“Well, I should probably get back down the hall.” He snorted, realizing how dumb that sounded, but he felt a little better when you laughed with him. You showed him out and watched him walk a few doors over before calling out his name.

“Yeah, (Y/n)?” Peter asked as he rested his hand on the doorknob to his apartment.

“See you at school tomorrow?”

Peter nodded and gave you a wink after you mouthed “See you in Chem, Bug Boy.”

You turned around and closed the door behind you, biting your lip as you made a huge grin. You actually were pretty excited to see where your life was going to take you now.

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Anonymous said:Could you write a dabble for Rexsoka where they’re both hopelessly clueless on how they both feel about one another so they go about their business on the Resolute trying to KEEP IT TOGETHER REX! SHE’S YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER AND A JEDI FOR KRIFFS SAKE and Ahsoka having a very similar inner monologue;D As a bonus you can through in people around them wondering when they’ll end up in a supply closet together


Ah! Please forgive me, this has taken me forever. This is just the first part, but I figured I should get something up, instead of making you wait any longer. The second part will be up soon, I promise! 


Rex walked briskly down the hall, never looking up from his datapad. He was on his way from the mess to the conference room. He was reading through a list of new troops. Rex sighed, they were returning to Kamino to pick up nearly two companies worth of men. The most recent campaign had been long and the losses had been severe. So severe in fact, that the 327th had been called in to finish up, since the 501st was so depleted. 

He looked up from the screen, and did a double take. Commander Tano was coming from the opposite way. He took her in, then quickly looked back down at his ‘pad. 

He had recently recognized Ahsoka’s beauty. Well, not really, he’d always known she was attractive but it had never… affected him before recently. He knew that it was inappropriate, they were friends, comrades. She trusted him. How would she feel if she knew that he taking notice of her… physique. He shook himself, trying to banish the blush spreading up his neck and onto his ears at the thoughts going through his head. Her slim shoulders, strong legs, her big, blue eyes. How she wet her lips with her tongue when she was concentrating…

“Hey Rex. Whatcha got there?” 

He was quickly brought out of his musings (probably for the best, he couldn’t get too carried away) as she addressed him. 

“The list of shinies we’re getting sir.” 

She sombered, the loss of men always saddened her, and it was part of why he lo- no. Why he appreciated her as a commanding officer, she did not take the loss of life lightly. 

They had reached the door to the conference room, and Rex held the door open to let her pass. “After you sir.” “Thank you Captain.” As she passed him he got one last eyeful of her figure, before putting a lid on it. He didn’t need General Skywalker catching onto the thoughts he had of Ahsoka and he in his private quarters on Coruscant. Of how it would feel when she ran her hands through his hair and across his shoulders. How soft her skin would be if he ran his hand along her back-

He stopped himself. ‘Keep it together Captain! That’s Ahs- Commander Tano. Commander. Tano. A jedi! Calm down.’ He took a breath, cleared his mind, and followed her into the room. 

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@brotzlyweek Day 7; “A Hunch”
Dirk keeps collecting cats from the universe and Todd has Had Enough. He has to put his foot down before they drown in cats! Because Imagine: the tribble scene, but cats. Cats with sharp claws.

D: Todd!!! We need this cat!!!
T: Lemme guess another hunch from the universe?
D: Precisely!!! Good assisting Todd, I knew you’d understand!!!
T: Dirk, NO. We already have THREE universe hunch cats!!!! We’re not keeping another
D: But we cant just leave him here alone in the cold, thats just cruel Todd!!
T: *Sigh* Okayy, we can give it to Farah and Amanda tomorrow, but hes Not staying with us any longer than one night Dirk, understood?
D: Ahhh!!!! A brilliant idea!!! Yes, one night should be fine, then he gets to have a new home!!

((Messed up one of my fingers and im rlly low energy rn, so please accept this barely cleaned up sketch, I’m sorry!!))

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Finallyyyyy getting around to doing this collective haul post! This is a bundle of lip balm and makeup products I have purchased (or were purchased for me) over the past 2 months that came from amazon, drugstores, too faced, lime crime, big lots, dollar tree, target and ulta. This is gonna be a little long so please don’t hate me haha.

Picture 1:
 Hershey’s flavored lip balm set (flavors are watermelon jolly rancher, hershey’s chocolate, cotton candy bubble yum, original twizzlers, reese’s peanut butter cup, cherry jolly rancher, original bubble yum, and hershey’s kisses).

Girl Scout cookie lip smacker set (flavors are thin mints, coconut caramel stripe, trefoils, chocolate peanut butter, and peanut butter)

Dip n’ Dots lip balm set (flavors are cotton candy, raspberry shebert, watermelon ice, lemon lime sherbert, banana split, bubble gum, peach, and mint chocolate)



Picture 2:
Tootsie Roll lip balm set (flavors are vanilla tootsie roll, lime tootsie roll, grape blow pop, cherry blow pop, junior mints, strawberry blow pop, sour apple blow pop, original tootsie roll, cherry tootsie roll and sugar daddy)

Cupcake lip smacker set (flavors are birthday cake, berry buttercream, slated caramel, red velvet, vanilla coconut, strawberry sprinkle, ice cream cake, dulce de leche, spun sugar lip gloss, and red velvet cake lip gloss)

Picture 3:
Frankenberry and Count Chocula flavored lip balms

Two Best Flavor forever lip smacker sets (flavors are blueberry pancake, maple bacon, orange juice, toasted smores, keetle corn, and frozen lemonade)

Vanilla Whipped frosting flavored lip balm and Fudge Brownie flavored lip balm

Cake Pop lip smacker set and another Best Flavor Forever set (flavors are strawberries ‘n cream, vanilla buttercream, royal red velvet, chocolate lemon, double cheeseburger, sweet potato fries, and strawberry milkshake)

Picture 4:  
(all from NYX Cosmetics)2 colored mascaras in the shades reef and mint julep, 4 high voltage lipsticks in the shades feline, wine and dine, stone, and twisted, macaron lippie in the shade earl grey and matte lipstick in the shade whipped caviar, v’amped up lip top coat, and color correcting concealer palette

blistex orange mango blast lip balm, hershey’s strawberry syrup lip balm, burt’s bees blueberry and dark chocolate lip balm, doughnut lip smacker set (flavors are cake donut, confetti sprinkle and raspberry jelly) cotton candy bubble yum lip balm, and 3 lip freak lip balms (flavors are bubble trouble, berry sinister, and atomic cherry)

Picture 5
Revo lip balms (flavors are chocolate strawberry, pink sugar, pink frosted cupcake, marshmallow creme, cherry lemonade, bubble gum, chocolate mint, cherry and watermelon

Picture 6
Tarte blushes in the shades savored, pampered, amused, tickled, and passion

Picture 7
All 18 L.A Girl glazed lip paints, shades are  whisper, elude, flirt, peony, tango, hot mess, feisty, pin up, gleam, whimsical, babydoll, bombshell, tease, blushing, coy, sadness, daring, and tempt

Picture 8: (all from Lime Crime)
3 original eyeshadow primers and 3 eyeshadow brightener primers

6 velvetines in the shades cashmere, riot, rave, pink velvet, utopia, and pansy

Picture 9:
Kat Von D Esperanza palette and 8oz jar of Ben Nye’s Super White face powder

Picture 10
Too Faced Sugar Pop eyeshadow palette

So to state the obvious, I went a little lip balm crazy. Main reason is, due to my medical issue causing me to no longer be able to enjoy the foods I love, these lip balms help to cure my horrible cravings that I get. I’m excited to finally have the last 6 velvetines from LC, this means that I now own every single lip product (velvetines, lipsticks, and lip glosses) that they sell. It has taken years to build up my collection but I’m happy to finally own them all. And I promise to do a long dupe list for anyone who doesn’t care for the brand or who can’t afford it (and please do not give me hate for liking and buying from the brand, I understand what’s being said online, I have been a customer for years and have never had a bad experience. plus the velvetines were an early birthday gift from my dad <3 ). I am also happy to have the sugar pop palette in my possession, anything with french macarons on it, I have to have it! I will be doing reviews on some of these products for you all in the future. Can’t wait to put all these products on my face :D

No Good at Being Alone

Originally posted by its-ok-not-to-be-ok-loveyourself

Author’s Note: This is a Juan-Carlos “Juice” Ortiz imagine based on New Americana by Halsey as requested by the wonderful @thejulietfarciertlove and imagine #2 for week 5. I will admit I struggled with this one a bit, but hopefully you all enjoy! Let me know! This imagine is rated T+ for language and mention of abuse.

This is my work–originally posted to my old blog @callmemrskozik which is no longer in use. Just wanted to put it out there so people don’t fill up my inbox accusing me of plagiarism.


No Good at Being Alone

-XX-

Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles,
Just what you’d expect inside her new Balenciaga.
Viral mess turned dreams into an empire.
Self-made success now she rolls with Rockefellers.
Survival of the richest, the city’s ours until the fall.
They’re Monaco and Hamptons bound, but we don’t feel like outsiders at all.

We are the new Americana (ah, ah, ah)
High on legal marijuana (sky high)
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana (ah, ah, ah)
We are the new Americana (ah…)

-XX-

He’s been on watch all night, and with the sun starting to rise, he’s having to fight to stay awake. He usually has no issue pulling all-nighters, especially if there is booze and women involved, but as neither of those things kept him company while he was on babysitting duty, he’s feeling a little rough around the edges.

He’s starting to doze off when he sees the front door of the house open, a petite girl stepping out into the early morning air. Her hair is an intriguing mix of teal and bubble gum pink which is piled messily on the top of her head. And because he can’t be sure if he’s seeing what he thinks he’s seeing he climbs from his bike to get a closer look, but before he can take a step his phone rings, drawing his attention away.

“Has she come out yet?” Jax’s voice fills his head.

“If you’re talking about the shorty with teal and pink hair, yeah,” Juice says turning his gaze back to the girl who sits on the steps of the porch, an arm wrapped around her knees as she smokes. “What the hell am I doing here?”

“How does she look?” Jax presses and with a sigh Juice slides his sunglasses down so he can get a clearer look, and his thoughts from earlier are confirmed. Bruises run up and down her legs, and arms, a particularly nasty one catching his eye thanks to her shirt sliding off of her shoulder as she leans to put out her cigarette.

“Not good, Jax, who is she?” his voice is low, and he gets to his feet when the door behind her opens, and without thinking he’s running across the street when a man steps out and grabs the girl by her hair. She barely makes a sound and as he draws close Juice recognizes the glassy look in her eyes.

“Hey!” his voice startles the man enough that he let’s go of the girl and throwing a few punches the man to the ground. He drags him up by his shirt, his face dangerously close to his. “Get the fuck out of here!” Juice watches with his chest heaving as the man scrambles away and turning back he approaches the girl who holds her head, shoulders shaking as she cries silently.

“Wh-who are you?” she asks, swollen eyes searching his face. He takes in her appearance. Blood is dried under her nose, staining the front of her Nirvana graphic tee, and her eyes, though bruised and swollen are a beautiful shade of green.

“I’m a friend of Jax’s,” he says crouching down so he can be eye to eye with her. “My names Juice.”

“I’m Sophie…” her name barely passes her lips before her eyes roll into her head and she falls against him.

::

She wakes slowly, the feel of something cool on her forehead, and turning her head she sees a trash bag laying open on the coffee table. With a groan she sits up, finding that all the mini liquor bottles that had littered the table top are gone, as is most of the clutter that had been lying about.

She’s acutely aware that someone is studying her closely, and while part of her screams for her to run, she’s just too tired. Every inch of her aches, and as she looks around at the mess she wonders how her life ended up like this.

She’d had dreams once. College. Career. The whole nine. Somehow that all got forgotten about when she started dating Perry; and oh how quickly dating Perry turned into fearing him.

“You should, you should go,” Sophie says pulling at her shirt when she sees the way Juice’s eyes narrow on the bruises on her shoulders. “Perry will be back and he hates when I have guys over when he isn’t home.”

“Perry won’t be coming back darlin’,” a familiar voice rolls into her pounding head and turning she finds Jax sitting in an arm chair and she wonders if that’s supposed to be reassuring, because it isn’t. It’s terrifying. Being with Perry is bad, going against him is worse.

“What did you do?” she demands her chest feeling like it’s being gripped in a vice. “Jax, what did you do?” Her voice breaks as she gets up, hating that she sways on her feet.

“What should have been done years ago! Perry was no good for you, for anyone, and you fucking know it! Look at you! What the fuck happened to you Sophie?” Jax demands his voice raising and with fear flooding her she winces dropping back down onto the couch. “Jesus. I don’t even recognize you anymore.”

“Jax man, back off,” Juice’s voice fills the air and lifting her face she shakes her head.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, what do I do now?” she asks looking between the men, and after a few seconds Jax’s face softens up.

“You’re going to dry out, then you’re going to go to TM and ask Gemma for a job,” Jax says and she rolls her eyes, “she’ll give you shit at first but you have it coming and you know it. You belong with the family Soph…”

“I know…” her words are soft as she realizes the lifeline that is being offered to her. “I’m just, I’m not good at being alone Jax.”

“I’ll stay-I’ll stay with her,” Juice says and with a nod Jax covers her hand with his.

“You’re going to be okay sweetheart; we’ve got your back.”

-XX-

Young James Dean, some say he looks just like his father,
But he could never love somebody’s daughter.
Football team loved more than just the game
So he vowed to be his husband at the altar.
Survival of the richest, the city’s ours until the fall.
They’re Monaco and Hamptons bound but we don’t feel like outsiders at all.

We are the new Americana (ah, ah, ah)
High on legal marijuana (sky high)
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana (ah, ah, ah)
We are the new Americana (ah, ah, ah)

-XX-

“Sophomore year, Adam Williams,” Sophie says on a giggle as she shakes her hair off of her shoulders. “It lasted maybe two minutes…”

“Damn, two minutes, what a stud,” Juice jokes and smacking his leg playfully she rolls her eyes.

“He was sweet, and it was awkward, and he held me after when I cried, and before you ask it wasn’t because I regretted it. I didn’t. I had been in love with since sixth grade, I cried because I thought I did something wrong…” she says which earns a look of confusion. “It lasted two minutes Juice. I may have been a virgin but I understood what sex was all about and I knew it was supposed to last longer than two minutes, and I definitely knew a guy was supposed to keep it up the whole time.”

Juice laughs choking on his beer and all Sophie can do is raise her eyebrows and wait for him to be done.

“Are you finished?” she asks and when he nods she lets out a sigh.

“Anyway, he came out our senior year, which would explain the whole two minutes thing,” she says her head coming to rest on her upraised knees. “Can I ask you something Juice?”

“Sure,” he nods putting his beer up to his lips.

“Why do you keep coming back? It’s been two months now. I’m clean, working at TM, but you still come over every night,” she says immediately regretting that she asked when his face falls, “I didn’t mean anything by that. I mean, I don’t mind…I just…I was curious. Sorry. I should’ve just kept my mouth shut.” She shakes her head with a groan and closing her eyes wishes that she wouldn’t have let her curiosity get the best of her.

The silence stretches out between them and with an ache growing in her chest she decides to head for her room having successfully ruined the night. She’s half way across the living room when Juice’s voice fills the air.

“I’m not good at being alone either,” his words are soft and stopping she turns to look at him. “My head gets too loud when I’m alone, but when I’m with you…”

He lifts a shoulder in a shrug as he stares at her, and she feels her heart lift a little, and deciding to trust her instincts she holds a hand out to him.

“Come to bed,” she says, “neither of us have to be alone tonight.”

-XX-

We know very well who we are, so we hold it down when summer starts.
What kind of dough have you been spending?
What kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately?

We are the new Americana (ah, ah, ah)
High on legal marijuana (sky high)
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana (ah, ah, ah)
We are the new Americana (ah, ah, ah)
We are the new Americana (ah, ah, ah)
High on legal marijuana (sky high)
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana (ah, ah, ah)
We are the new Americana.
Oh oh

-XX-

4

“You’ve been holed up in your office all day,” said her coworker. 

    Erika Pierce had worked here for only two months longer than Blair, who was still finishing out her first week, and even though they’d known each other no longer than four days, Erika has quickly scoped Blair out as friend material. Blair still wasn’t sure how to handle it. She appreciated the friendliness, though. 

   “I wanted to finish my first deadline early.”

   “What kind of story is it? A dud? A gem? The story I’m assigned is an absolute mess. And they sent it with that perfume crap. My office reeks now.”

   Blair typed out a salutations. “It’s a vampire romance except this time the girl is the vampire and the boy is the human.”

   “You don’t sound excited. Must not be very good.”

   “The writer is very… enthusiastic about trying to subvert the major cliches. I don’t think they’ve had anyone else read it, though. I saw this kind of thing a lot freelancing.”

   “I’d rather get that than the perfume. Can we switch?”

   Blair hit send. “I just finished.”

anonymous asked:

I’m not sure what to do. I started my weightloss journey in May and I get weighed weekly by a PTand for the first few months I’ve stuck really well to clean eating, however I’ve recently got stuck in a binge eating and restricting cycle and I don’t want to start eating more cause I know I’ll put on weight? What should I do!

So you’d rather be stuck in this miserable cycle than see the scale go up for a few weeks? Just think about that. Does the number on the scale mean so much to you that you want to starve yourself and slip even deeper into that hole?

I’ve been exactly where you are. I know it feels like you’ve worked so hard at restricting in order to get here, but it isn’t sustainable. You haven’t actually made any progress, you’ve just starved yourself and messed with your own head. The longer you do this, the longer it will take for everything to balance out once you finally start eating normally again.

If you can’t decide to start eating enough and give your body time to balance back out on your own, you need to get professional help. Maybe your frequent weigh-ins with the PT are a bad idea? You have to be prepared for a gain some weeks, that’s just how it goes. This isn’t a linear process. But if your PT is putting pressure on you that causes you to fall into unhealthy habits, or if they shame you for the scale going up sometimes, then ditch them. You don’t need that negativity. A good PT will always be encouraging and give you the tools to you need to work through the rough patches.

Sweaty Palms


THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL @thebandfamily666 FOR THE ADORABLE REQUEST IM SORRY ITS SO SHIT TRULY

Title: Sweaty Palms

Summary: It’s dark out and Dan just really wants to hold Phil’s hand.

Relationship: Phan

Characters / Pairing: Dan Howell, Phil Lester

Word Count: 754 (it was a cute request and i just wanted to let you all know im back lmao - this isn’t all that good but the prompt was toooo cuteee to resist)

Warnings: M/M, swearing, adorable conflicted Dan, internal conflict, hand holding, frustration, bants, annoyance, A FLUFFITY FLOOF, undecided ending (ie. you choose how it ends - do they end up together? are they just friends and it was platonic? up to youuuu)

Or the one where Dan’s unsure if the butterflies are from the darkness or Phil. #prompt #undecidedending

**

It’s sitting there, tempting him.

Dan stares at it while it swings innocently along in the brisk night air.

He’s never felt so much yearning in his life.

“I guess London decided to get really grumpy and leave us with clouds tonight, huh?”

Dan looks up at the sound of his companion’s voice.

Phil is walking beside him back from a quick trip to Tesco.

Only… They had to walk because Phil lost his keys to their car.

There’s a thick dark overcast, and - if he’s honest - Dan is a little unnerved by the dark shadows twisting and slithering closer to them in the blackness.

He subconsciously steps closer to Phil and his chest constricts. “Yeah, I guess.”

Phil glances over at him, and Dan can barely make out his blue eyes in the darkness. “What’s wrong, Dan?”

He blushes, thankful that it’s not bright enough for Phil to notice. “Nothing; I’m fine. Just exhausted because it’s the first time I’ve had to get exercise since puberty.”

“I’m pretty sure we went on a run together a while back.” His flatmate chuckles and continues walking.

Dan releases a relieved breath, Phil’s focus no longer on him.

Though he is still afraid of the dark, he is horribly embarrassed by his irrational fear and hates that he longs for comfort so badly.

And - of bloody course - this is one of those times.

His eyes drop back down to the pale hand swinging along beside Phil’s body.

Don’t grab it, Dan. That’s weird. He’s gonna get the wrong idea

Nonetheless, Dan finds his fingers twitching obnoxiously.

“Are you up for some more Free tonight? I know you really like that anime, and I feel bad for misplacing my keys…” Phil just continues talking, completely unaware of Dan’s internal struggle.

The long, slender white digits hang limply at Phil’s side, and they look so comforting. So soft

Dan’s stomach churns uncomfortably, and he’s not sure if it’s because of his nervousness about the dark or his intense desire to just curl into a ball and pull Phil down with him.

Phil

Phil with his shimmering blue eyes and his raven dark hair and his long, slender figure. Phil’s gentle words and his (oddly infectious) optimism and soft laughter. Phil is perfect for comforting Dan.

And damn that hand looks really inviting right now.

“Dan?”

He glances up, snapped from his thoughts. “Hmm?”

The older man pauses and looks at him worriedly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

No.

“Yeah I’m fine. Why?”

“I asked if you want to watch Free to make up for the unwilling exercise you had to participate in today.” His friend frowns and Dan squints to see his expression; concern. “I know how much you love Haru.”

Dan flushes bright red.

That’s because he looks like you, you dingus.

“He’s a cartoon, Phil. It’s not like I’m obsessed.” Dan coughs awkwardly and makes direct eye contact as to appear unbothered.

Damn I want to kiss you. What is wrong with me?

“I know, I know.” Phil waves him off. “I’m just giving you a hard time; you’re not talking much so I’m trying to break the ice. I’m starting to run low, here.”

“Oh no,” Dan cringes, “you’re not gonna start saying th-”

“What did the noble gas say to the transition metal after Elements ‘n Chill?” The man sounds excited, and it flutters Dan’s heart a little.

He sighs. “What, Phil?”

“He lead neon!” Phil urges him, “Get it? It’s like saying ‘he led me on’ but with the elements lead and neon!”

“Are you a complete nerd?” Dan goes deadpan. “That wasn’t funny.”

Phil pouts and glares at him. “You’re not funny. I’m hilarious.”

“Right, Phil, you’re a comedian.”

“I am!”

“Sure thing.”

“Shut up, Dan. I’m funny.”

“Okay.”

Shut up.

Dan sniggers and feels his stomach settle a little more. He smiles at the side of Phil’s head and a warm feeling crawls up through his veins, despite the chilly air.

What do I have to be afraid of? This is Phil… The one person I trust more than anyone.

Gentle fingers lace through the long, slender white digits and they no longer swing in the air freely, now that they’re occupied.

Dan can feel Phil’s hand tense up and his surprised and confused eyes on the side of his head, but Dan just smiles and keeps walking.

Neither mention it, but - slowly - Phil’s hand squeezes his back.

Dan smiles.

Maybe I was never afraid of the dark in the first place

**

Send your requests / prompts into my ask box (click here) with “prompt:” at the beginning if you have any ideas you’d like to share with me! :) Hope u enjoyed this mess <3

FF XV React: Asking you out on a date

Suggested by: Anon

This was supposed to be up yesterday, but Tumblr murdered it so here it is again! Anon-san asked to be more elaborate so each react in this one is going to be its own mini scene. A lil longer, but I hope I pulled it off for you Anon-san! Enjoy! :D

Noctis: *Walks up to you as calmly as he can, but you can tell he’s a little stiff. He’s also avoiding eye contact, a clue that his eyes are a different color.* Hey, can I talk to you for a second? B-But not here! No, it’s nothin serious-well it kinda is…Ugh, what a mess….*Takes a deep breathe and finally makes eye contact with you. His eyes being a dusty red color* DoYouWantToGoOutOnADateWithMe? *Looks away* Only if you want to that is…

Gladiolus: *Has been looking for you and finally spots you.* Oi! //Your name//! *Jogs up to you and smiles widely* Um, uh, jeez…Here I was looking for you and now I cant talk…*coughs awkwardly as you lightly laugh * I was wondering if-if-*clears his throat and mentally scolds himself* If you would like to go on a date with me? That is-only if you want to. I won’t force you into anything. *smiles kindly *

Prompto: *You two are taking a walk together when he suddenly turns to you, smiling playfully* Hey~ \Your name\ Do you want to go to the bar later? Or how about we go see a movie together? *You lightly punch his shoulder, and scold him as to not flirt so casually* Heh! I know, I know, I’m a bad boy. I got the wanted poster to prove it. *winks playfully* But being serious, I do want to take you out on a date. If you’ll let me? *Has almost puppy eyes as he blushes at you*

Ignis: *You two are seated together, casually chatting.* //Your name// I was wondering, is there-anywhere you would like to go while we’re in town? I can take you there, dont hesitate to tell me. Etro knows you deserve it. Uh?! Why am I asking? Well, oh dear I’m making a mess of this aren’t I? Good thing Prompto isn’t here, I’d never hear the end of it. *Takes a deep breath and leans towards you.* I want to take you out on a date. Anywhere you like. Huh? You say a date is supposed to be a place both people enjoy? *Chuckles and smiles* In all honestly, anywhere with you is enjoyable.

Cor: Oi Pup! C'mere a second will you? *You leave behind whatever it was that you were doing and sigh in annoyence. Thinking you are to be scolded, again. Once you approuch him, he doesnt say anything. Merely looks you over expressionless, and finally then chuckles and smiles.* //Your name//, *You jolt as he addresses you by name* who gave you permission to grow up? One minute you’re a lost pup, and now-look at you. *He smiles and sighs* I’m not one to mince words, and I frankly dont care if people think of me spoiling you. They can take up that mess with me…So~ May I take you out on a date?

Regis: *Both of you are having tea at one of the palaces balconies. You have taken notice that during the entire conersation Regis has done his best tk avoid eye contact, and you finally ask him if somethings wrong. He sighs, and briefly looks you in the eye, his are a dusty red color* Yes, you can say something is wrong…and it is you. Now wait! You haven’t done anythinh wrong, it is I, myself, concerning you. //Your name// we’ve known eachother for a while now, and you have my respect, trust, and loyalty. Yet, I want to know you better. *Sighs* I want to take you out on a date, yet it isnt so simply. There’s my kingdom to consider, our status, not to mention my age and yet-I want to be selfish….

Cidney: *You’re underneath a car, working on it. The clicking of low heels on cement catch your attention, and you turn your head to see a pair of white boots heading to you. You smile and come out, seeing Cidney smiling down on you* You finished? Well even if you’re not, time for a break! *She helps you up and hands you a towel to wipe off any grease. As you head back to the office for a snack, chatting alongsides her a sudden wave of “Hello’s” and “How are you’s” are directed at you by a passing car. A wave of admirers, that you greet back happily and turn to see Cidney a little-jealious looking* I see, all those well wishers…Hmm? Guess it’s true what Papa always told me; Early bird catches the worm. *As you are about to ask what she’s talking about, she suddenly grabs you and looks at you almost sternly.* //Your name//, do you want to go on a date with me? I’m being serious! Dont give me that goofy grin! C-C'mon, what do you say? I mean, I’ll respect whatever decision you make.

My follower forever

Alright, as previously announced, my follower forever!

Ok I´ll be honest for the longest time I had no idea how these work. I´m still no 100%. But I always thought you tag the people you follow. I that´s not the case, sorry about that.

I´ve already explained in this post what I feel towards all of you. I´d recommend reading that first, if you´re interested in my trashy teenager self. So instead of rehashing all of that, let me just quote my favorite moment in fictional history, which sums up my feelings very well:

Thank you, for being with me. Thank you, for teaching me how to life. Thank you…for wrapping this scarf…around me.  

(ok this was a bit too corny wasn´t it? :P)

Anyhow, mutuals are bolded. There is a chance I messed up here, tumblr wouldn’t properly show me who is a mutual so maybe there are few mistakes. I´m sorry about that, none of those were intended).

I´ve arranged it in Alphabetical order. Enjoy!

A-

@a-heartablaze - something incoherent? more like something awesome!

@ackerscarf - although the real Natiwati may not be around at the moment, she will never be forgotten.

@alphaofdarkness - oh my gosh your art aaaahhhhhh its beautiful

@ao3feed-eremika - gotta stay updated right? Its kinda funny because I always a have an ao3 tab and ff net tab open but oh well.

@armin-gesumin - your crack is the best crack. no doubt.

B-

@bertannie - thank you for fulfilling all my beruani needs on a daily basis

@blufics - your writing…just…aaaahhhhhh!!

@bluinary -  same thing since, well, you know, same person etc. you rock!

C-

@clevergirlraven - I can´t believe I didn´t start following you sooner. What a huge mistake.

D-

@datsteeve - this is one of the two hoomans who knows me irl. IDK why I´m telling you this. I dunno. Go spam him or something.

@daydream24-7 - ok I am sooooo sorry if I kinda weirded you out the other day with that post but…your blog…your art…it´s…astonishingly beautiful.

@didanwhisperer​ - thank you for being the greatest Bertl fan on this website. I need you haha.

@drinkyourfuckingmilk - youarefuckingawesome.

@drunkeremikatexts - your kind of RP blog is what the fandom really needs.

E-

@eremika - yeah I think we´ll all marry Mikasa Ackerman hahaha.

@eremikadefensesquad - Thank you for defending our ship with the very core of yourself, thank you for being able to put up with all that nonsensical hate. You deserve none of that and I have an incredible amount of respect for you.

@eremikafic

- fics, fics, and even more fics! fics everywhere!

@eremikaiscanon - you´re goddamn right

@eremikashipper4life - I love your writing, I love your blog!

@eremikaweeks - so hyped for the next one! :D

@eren-and-mikasa-jaeger - your url alone is aesthetically pleasing you have no idea.

@erenmiikas - forever and ever-exactly!

@erensjaegerbombs - you are just awesome and a gift for the fandom.

@erenslips - another brave warrior in war against the haters haha. plus your friendship with ladywongs is goals

@erernika - all of the eremika!

F-

@fady-jaeger - according to tumblr, you were my first follower. IT ALL STARTED HERE!!! But seriously you´re great and Sawano is life!

@fuckyeaherenxmikasa - fuck yeah damn right!

@fuku-shuu - in my entire life I have never seen anyone as dedicated to a fandom as you are. Seriously, you are my fav snk news source and your live translations are my most anticipated thing every month. You are absolutely amazing!

G-

@ghostmartyr - your meta is just fabulous

I-

@iamthewallrose - same here, love your meta and theories

@ieralia - EREMIKA 6EVER!!!!! :D

J-

@jaegerchips - originally I followed you because eremika but your star wars content is just as awesome! may the 4th be with you!

K-

@kodanshacomics - official news everyone!

@kuchen-ackerman - your writing and everything is just A W E S O M E

L-

@ladywongs - you made me ship touken without me ever having read or watched a substantial amount of TG. PROPS!! (plus yeah all eremika, duh)

@leapingtitan - meta! theories! analysis! EVERYTHING!

@leviskinnyjeans - just as fukushuu, you´re an amazing news source! Thank you for all your dedication! And I love the way you love Reiner!

@lolakasa - YOOOUUURRRR AAARRRTTTT AHHHHH *dies*

@lyssala - you were the first eremika writer I followed and whose fics I patiently awaited everyday haha. Seriously though, your writing played a big part in my early days in the fandom and you still never fail to deliver ahah

M-

@mikasackerman835

- I never thought I´d make a friend online whom I would speak with as much as I do with you haha. You´re too sweet, I love the way you ship eremika, your writing, your admiration for Sawano (YA FEEL ME RIGHT xD) and everything else and I look forward  to our chats everyday (damn you timezones, why must you be this way), they really are the highlight of my day :D. Ok Im gonna stop before it gets too awkward or embarrassing ahaha *runs away*

@mikasajaeger - your name is my dream

@momtaku - Another person I adore chatting with ahah. But seriously your meta and analysis (and crack) is goals, and I am indefinitely grateful for all the help you provided building up a blog and building up a following. I am a proud member of the TIB and will do my best as your newly adopted son haha. Thanks mom. Love you :D!

@motorcyclles - your comics are a heavenly gift from the Shingeki goddesses themselves, no doubt!

P -

@pizzackerman - I should´ve followed you a loong time ago haha. plus am I wrong, oder sind wir beide deutsch :P ?

R-

@rosehips-and-cherrydips - oh my god your eremika and your stuff and your everything ahhhhh.

S -

@saitamas-hoodie - the dankest of all zeh memes and memesterzs.

@shiganshinatrio - EMA ecstasy!

@shingekinoeremika - your eremika is as dank as your memes.

@snkception - GLORIOUS META OVERLORD!!!

@someboredloser - Im just SomeBoredFan.

@ss-eremika - I never figured out the ss in your eremika, but I´m a simple man, I see eremika, I press like.

@suits-neechan - all the reibert. all the art. everything!

 T-

@thanks-for-the-scarf - thanks-for-your-awesome-blog-and-the-lesson-about-duck-dicks-lmfao.

@the-moblit-sketchbook - The most precious RP blog of them all…..and fuck you for making me ship mobuhan now that he might no longer be around!

@the104thsquad you guys taught me how to spell Tatakae and that’s one of the greatest gifts and one could have given me.

U-

@uncklerman - how would´ve thought that Kenny out of all people ends up with an RP blog. Who would have thought it´d turn out as incredible as it did hahaha.

@utterlypointless-snk-headcannons - it isn´t pointless if its utterly hilarious hehe.

W-

@waytooemily I think I followed you before already but tumblr messed up? idk. I love your chapter reactions and your thoughts and translations!

Y-

@yummiecurrie - long live the queens indeed (YMIR WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU).

@yusenki - another incredibly dedicated person! thanks for the news! thanks for the translations! thanks for the eruri!

Aaaaaand that´s it! I think it goes without saying, but I highly recommend every single one of these blogs to all of my followers. Seriously you guys are absolutely incredible! Keep up all your amazing work :DDDDD

-Guyinlovewitheremika