it's so bad that i end up liking it

if i can make myself happy and then that happiness will spread to others, that happiness will shine through in the content that i make and i think it does. i think i’ve done a pretty good job so far of letting that energy flow, letting that happiness and positivity become contagious towards other people and it spreads to others, they get motivated to do their own thing, then that spreads to others again. and its just, it’s a never ending cycle of happiness. and like it takes so much more energy to be sad and be down, than it does to actually does to get up and make a start on the one thing you need to do. and any of you out there who are feeling very lonely, very depressed, very sad, anxious, or you’re having panic attacks, anything like that, it’s not a bad thing, you’re not a bad person, you can get out of it and i believe in you, if nobody else believes in you, just trust that i believe in you. that you can go out and do that thing that if i can get out of the lazy idiot that i was into doing something like this on the scale that it is now, anybody can do anything.
—  jacksepticeye

anonymous asked:

I'm pretty new here, and I don't actually know much about dinosaurs (just followed this blog because it seemed really cool and interesting) so could you explain what shrink-wrapped means?

Of course! See, modern animals have a lot of muscles, fat, fluff, etc, and end up looking very little like their actual skeleton. For example, look at how much fluff owls have:

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However, lots of palaeoartists completely ignore this! They basically stretch skin over the bones and call it a day. One especially bad example that was featured on @palaeofail is this poor pterosaur:

It barely has room for its digestive system. It’s definitely missing the air sac system that allows it to breathe. It’s got virtually no muscles on the arms - how does it fly?? - on the head (no wonder its mouth is open. It has no jaw muscles to close it!), on the torso (it needs to flap), or on the legs (walking) It doesn’t have any fat at all, so it’s definitely starving (maybe because it can’t fly or close its moth?). The skin is much too thin; you can see all of the bones and its wing membranes should be much, much thicker. And it’s missing the hair-like pycnofibres that should be covering its body!

Many palaeoartists have started to strike back at this by drawing modern animals like we might draw them if we found their bones:

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[House cat]

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Matt said yes guys, what a surprise, wow.


HAPPY FIRST ANNIVERSARY OF TECHIENICIAN!
(Oldest post is here, and here’s the first content for the ship. I don’t know who picked the name “Techienician”, please tell me if you know! I’d love to credit them here :D).

Church Boys Moan Louder

THIS WAS A PROMPT BUT I FUCKED UP AND ACCIDENTALLY POSTED IT EARLY SO NOW ITS GONE FOREVER IM SORRY ANON BUT I STILL WANTED TO FINISH IT SO YE the prompt was basically innocent religious dan and phil like pines after him ; ending in sex in church bathroom and yes, you are going to hell

it’s also really long oops

~

Phil was fucking screwed. Never had he wanted someone so bad as he wanted Dan Howell. That boy fucked with his head and his body and his life. And he wasn’t even TRYING.

If he was trying, he was doing a damn good job at hiding it. Dan seemed completely oblivious to Phil’s attempts to win him over. The light blush on his cheeks said otherwise, but Dan ignored it completely. Dan was the goddamn priests son, but Phil liked a challenge. And this definitely was one.

Phil took another sip of the dumb nonalcoholic punch they were serving, scowling at the plastic cup. He shouldn’t be here, at this dumb church party, he didn’t have to be. It was optional, unlike the weekly services he was required to attend due to his parents getting pissed that he had defiled the school with graffiti yet again. It wasn’t that bad, he got to see Dan at least. But the only reason he was here was for him.

“Hey,” a girl spoke, interrupting Phil’s thoughts. He turned to look at her, scanning her blonde hair and plaid school uniform. Who wears a uniform to a party? Church kids, Phil figured.

“Uh, hey,” Phil responded, sounding completely uninterested, but she didn’t take a hint.

“Fun party, huh?”

Phil raised his eyebrows at her, chuckling, pulling a flask out of his leather jacket pocket and tipping the clear liquid into the cup.

“No, not particularly.”

She seemed a bit put off by that, but bounced back quickly.

“So, do you know anyone here?” She asked, her voice light and Phil swore he heard a hint of flirtiness in her tone

Phil chuckled, his eyes glinting.

“Look, sorry honey, but if you’re trying to get in my pants you might as well give up now. I like cock, dunno if your tiny brain can wrap itself around that, but the only reason I’m here is that I want to fuck Dan Howell.” He casually picked at a black nail, flashing her a tight lipped smile. “So, if you still want to bother me after that, feel free. But I’m gay as hell. Just saying.”

The girl stared at him, her eyes wide and her jaw practically hitting the ground. Phil chuckled. He loved doing that.

She let out a small squeak, whirling on her heel and rushing off. Phil shook his head.

Phil cursed under his breath as he watched her beeline straight to Dan and his group of friends at the other side of the room. Phil couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she pointed at him less than subtly. A blush appeared immediately on Dan’s face, a hand going to cover his mouth automatically. He said something, and glanced over at Phil. Phil winked, waving. Might as well commit.

Dan blushed harder, looking away immediately and pressing his hands to his clearly heated cheeks. Phil smirked. He loved how much of an affect this had on him. He was so responsive.

Phil would just have to wait until he was alone.


~


It was about half an hour of boredom and wanting to leave later when Dan’s friends started to leave one by one, and Phil watched them almost hungrily until the only one left was the girl who had talked to him.

Phil moved along the wall a little closer, straining to hear their conversation. He couldn’t hear her but he heard Dan say “Silvia, I’m fine, I’m just gonna help clean up. I can take care of myself.”

“Are you sure you’re okay with walking home alone?”

“Of course. It’s just a few blocks over.” He offered her a soft smile, touching her shoulder, and Phil’s heart swelled. Damn it. “It’ll be fine. I’ll see you at school, alright?”

“Alright…” she agreed hesitantly, going on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek, rushing out of the room.

And then it was only them.

Dan cleared his throat, his cheeks beginning to redden again. “So, um, do you want to help clean up, or…”

Phil recognized the opportunity he was offering, and took it. “Yeah, sure. I’d say you’ll probably need a hand.”

Phil helped Dan fold chairs, watching him the whole time while Dan avoided his eyes.

“You look nice,” Dan commented, just being polite, but Phil snorted.

“Are you kidding? I’m wearing rags compared to you. Seriously, who wears a tie to a party in a church basement?”

Dan blushed even harder, glancing down at the black tie fastened neatly around his neck.

“Me, I guess,” he muttered, laughing awkwardly.

“Was that your girlfriend?” Phil blurted.

Dan looked at him then, eyes wide. “Who, Silvia?”

Phil nodded, and Dan laughed. Like, really laughed.

“No!” He exclaimed, shaking his head. “She’s my cousin!”

Now Phil laughed too, pushing his hair back until it sat in a quiff above his forehead.

“Oh Jesus,” he muttered. “Well, thank god.”

He expected Dan to just brush off his comment like he always did, change the subject, look away, something. He didn’t.

“Why’s that?” He asked softly, pressing his lips together and searching Phil’s face. “Why are you relieved?”

Phil shrugged, tossing a plastic cup at the trash and making it. “Because if you were with anyone else, I’d be upset.”

He glanced at Dan, smirking at the way his eyes had widened and his mouth had fallen open just slightly.

“W-Why?” Dan asked again, biting his lip and turning back to the plates he was stacking.

“Because I like you.” He shrugged, casual. “I wanna make you mine, and if people are interfering, that’s a problem, isn’t it baby boy?”

A small gasp escaped Dan’s mouth at the nickname, and Phil smirked.

“Silvia… Silvia said you…” he trailed off, chewing on his lip, his eyebrows furrowed. Phil took this opportunity to step closer.

“That I want to fuck you?” Phil asked, finishing the sentence, and Dan tensed up.

“Yeah…” he muttered, practically a whisper.

“Well, it’s not a lie.” Phil glanced at him, searching his face before turning back to the chair he was folding up. “I’ve been hitting on you for the last month, you didn’t notice?”

Dan shook his head, avoiding his gaze, and they were quiet for a moment.

“You ever kissed a boy?”

“What?!” Dan spluttered, his cheeks redder than Phil had thought possible. “N-No, of course not, I… I couldn’t.”

Phil turned to look at him, frowning, turning his whole body this time so he was facing him.

“Why not?”

Dan faced him too, at a loss for words, his mouth opening and closing.

“I mean, I s-suppose I could but… I CAN’T. That… that’s…” he trailed off, and Phil stepped forward so he was only inches away. Dan froze, but didn’t move away.

He trailed a finger up Dan’s jaw slowly and Dan swallowed, shivering, watching its progress. “You never know if you like something until you try it, right?”

“Well I suppose, but…” Dan gasped as Phil grabbed his tie, wrapping it around his hand and pulling Dan closer.

“But?”

“But…” Dan looked like his mind was going fuzzy, glancing down at the tie that Phil was holding him by and back up at Phil’s eyes, and then his lips. “I’m not gay,” he practically squeaked, his voice small.

“You never know if you like something unless you try it,” Phil repeated, slowly touching Dan’s waist with the hand that wasn’t gripping his tie. Dan didn’t move an inch as Phil leaned over, pressing his lips against Dan’s.

Phil waited a second to make sure Dan wasn’t going to pull away before reaching up to touch Dan’s chin, really kissing him. He dragged his tongue along Dan’s bottom lip, asking for entrance, rather surprised when he actually opened his mouth.

He could feel Dan’s hands shaking as they moved up Phil’s chest, sliding over his shoulders and wrapping around his neck. Phil gripped his waist, pulling him as close as possible. With one hand he tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair, kissing him deeper. He tasted like awful punch and fruit gum, and Phil was sure he tasted like cigarettes, but Dan didn’t seem to mind.

Phil backed him against the wall, kissing him hotly and letting his hands roam Dan’s body. He moved his mouth to Dan’s jaw, kissing down to his neck and nipping at the pale skin. Dan whimpered, moaning softly and tangling his fingers in Phil’s hair.

“Ah-” Dan gasped, letting his head fall back against the wall. “Phil…”

Phil pulled back, pressing his forehead against Dan’s and breathing heavily.

“Is there somewhere we could go?” Phil breathed, and he promised himself if Dan said no, or didn’t get the hint, he would give up. Dan’s brown eyes blinked at him.

“Just one…”

They ended up in the boy’s bathroom, Phil roughly shoving him against the wall and kissing him possessively. Dan whined into the kiss, wrapping his arms around Phil’s neck and clinging to him desperately.

Phil grabbed Dan’s thigh, hooking his leg around his waist and Dan took the hint, hopping up and wrapping his legs around Phil’s waist. Phil went back to his neck, trailing sloppy kisses down to his collarbone.

He unbuttoned Dan’s shirt, loosening and removing his tie before kissing him again. He let Dan push off his leather jacket and tug his shirt over his head, tossing it aside.

Phil’s hands explored Dan’s chest, pinching one of his nipples, and Dan gasped.

“Phil…” he moaned, an indirect beg for more. Phil palmed at his bulge, feeling Dan grind against his hand desperately.

Phil picked him up, spinning them around and setting him down on the counter, tugging at the button of Dan’s black jeans. Once he got them off he flipped Dan over after pressing a kiss to his jaw, bending him over the counter.

“I’m guessing you’ve never done this with a guy before,” Phil muttered, smoothing his hand over the curve of Dan’s ass and squeezing roughly. Dan jumped.

“N-No…”

Phil kissed the nape of his neck, pressing himself against Dan’s body. “Are you sure you want to?”

Dan let out an almost desperate gasp, his voice breaking. “Yes, yesyesyes, god just please… p-please fuck me, Phil, want you.”

Phil grunted, slapping Dan’s thigh sharply. “Jesus, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear you say that.”

Phil took no time removing his jeans, tugging down Dan’s boxers as well, grinding his still clothed bulge against Dan’s ass. Dan moaned, reaching back and grabbing Phil’s hips, pulling him closer.

Phil’s boxers were off in a second as well, skin rubbing against skin. Dan pushed his ass back; he was a needy bottom and Phil fucking loved it.

Phil held two fingers to Dan’s mouth, motioning for him to open. Dan sucked on the fingers obediently, slicking them up with spit.

“This might hurt a little,” Phil muttered, rubbing Dan’s entrance with one finger. “Tell me to stop if you need to, alright?”

“Mhm,” Dan agreed, pushing his ass back again. Phil slapped it and Dan yelped, pulling forward again.

“Don’t be a needy bitch, Dan,” Phil growled, pushing the first finger into Dan slowly. Dan moaned.

“S-Sorry, sir-” he gasped.

Phil took his time stretching him; considering it was his first time he didn’t want it to hurt too bad. Dan flinched away at first but soon he was whining and grinding back on Phil’s digits. Phil moaned just at the sight, he never thought he’d have him like this.

Finally he pulled out, holding his hand up to Dan’s face again and instructing him to spit. Dan did as he said, and Phil slicked himself up with that as well as precum that was already forming on the head of his swollen cock.

“Ready?” He breathed, pressing his whole body against Dan’s and leaning over him to kiss his neck. Dan whined.

“Yes, yes sir, please, I’m ready, I need you.”

Phil hummed in approval; he loved how quickly Dan had changed from a good little church boy to a desperate slut with just a little kissing.

Phil pushed in slowly, taking his time in edging into Dan, which took an incredible amount of self control on his part. Finally he bottomed out, kneading Dan’s ass in his hands. Dan was a mess beneath him, whining and whimpering at every movement, conflicted between pushing back and pulling away.

Phil reached up, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair, giving it a soft tug and driving a whimper out of Dan’s pretty mouth.

He began to thrust, pulling almost all the way out and pushing back in slowly, Dan gasping every time he did so. Phil snapped his hips roughly without warning, thrusting hard, and Dan cried out.

“Fuck!” He practically shrieked, a loud feminine moan falling from his mouth.

“You’re a loud little slut, aren’t you?” Phil panted, groaning as he thrust roughly again. Dan let out a high pitched whine.

“Fuckfuckfuck p-please, fuck, harder…”

Phil obliged, driving his cock deeper into the whimpering boy, skin slapping on skin echoing through the room. Phil tugged on Dan’s hair again, watching his face through the mirror, and fuck he could cum just from that.

Dan’s lips were swollen, his cheeks red and flushed, his hair messy and his eyes glazed over with need. Phil groaned, snapping his hips.

Phil knew he had hit Dan’s prostate when he screamed, a loud “FUCK, PHIL” bouncing off the walls. Phil smirked, angling his thrusts to hit that spot.

“This is a sin, you know,” Phil growled, reaching up to cover Dan’s mouth with his hand as he fucked into him harder. “Such a filthy fucking sinner for me, princess, ruined on my cock.”

Dan’s desperate muffled moans against his hand were pushing him to the edge, that and his tight heat encasing Phil’s cock. Phil smirked.

“Such a pretty fucking sinner too, isn’t that right? All for me. Your tight ass is all mine, yeah?”

Dan didn’t answer, continuous moaning falling from his mouth, muffled by Phil’s hand. He just nodded frantically, his moans sounding close to sobs.

Dan came after a few more thrusts all over his stomach, white streaking the counter under him and he whimpered, now sensitive to Phil’s cock pounding into his prostate every thrust.

Phil pulled out, quickly tugging Dan to his knees in front of him, guiding his cock to his lips. Dan took it obediently, lowering himself on Phil’s length. Phil groaned, tangling his fingers in Dan’s hair and fucking his throat as gently as he could. Dan gagged, digging his fingernails into Phil’s hips, and that was all it took. Phil came down his throat, keeping his cock still until he was sure Dan had swallowed all of it.

He helped Dan to his feet, holding him steady because it was clear he was close to falling over.

Dan just stared at him, stunned, watching as Phil casually got dressed. After he was clothed he cleaned Dan’s stomach and the counter with a paper towel, tossing it in the trash.

He grinned, kissing Dan’s cheek and backing towards the door, winking.

“See you next Sunday, Danny.”

anonymous asked:

Okay I always see hc of Victor being a terrible cook but consider this: both of them can't cook for shit, so they end up eating out every night, but Yurio finds out and he gets mad at them because "you can't make me a good program if you aren't eating well" and "it's bad for you, but it's not like I care" so Yurio ends up making them dinner every night and the three of them always eat dinner together and they are a small and happy family

THIS IS SO SWEET OMG

fragile ones

on ao3

title taken from 10am gare du nord by keaton henson. i love his music so much its just so….open and raw? it felt fitting for a fic like this, it just really works for late nights and emotional talks idk

i started this fic back at the end of august on a bad night and there isnt much plot to it just…speculation i guess. a character study of alya? but in this au?? im not sure. theres not much to it at all and its a little all over, but it was a fic i felt like i had to write

enjoy


Alya wakes up with her heart in her throat and her hands tearing at her hair. She groans and rests her forehead on her knees.

If only he’d shut up.

She checks the time. It’s only three, because of course it’s unreasonable to ask for a full night’s sleep. She stays where she is for a little while longer, curled up in a ball and hugging a pillow, letting her heart rate level out and her head slow its spin. When she stops feeling like she’ll throw up if she moves, she slides out of bed and pads into the bathroom.

Alya avoids the floorboards that creak and is careful to close the door softly, but it doesn’t really matter. After a few months, her family got used to her getting up at strange hours and wandering around the house. Once she stopped screaming, it was easier for them to sleep through her nightmares.

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Deep Sea mermaids

Alrighty; its been quite a while since I’ve made a post, but here’s one anyways.

So, I have a bad habit of Astral Traveling when I’m in the middle of class; I don’t know how, but hey, it happens. Anywho, a few days ago I went “deep-sea fishing” I guess, and ended up in who knows where at the bottom of the ocean. There I met a cool boy; his name is “A”, and being the nosy little butt I am, I knew that I would likely never run into anybody as pretty as this boy again, so I jumped on the chance to ask him as much about his species as I could.

He was nice; really smooth and pleasant voice; you could fall asleep to this thing, it was like a lullaby when he spoke. Hit record and I’d be out.

Anyways, his species, a type of deep sea merfolk. I drew out some pictures as to what he looked at as more of a guide for you guys to see what I mean.

He had this kind of Opal-escent like skin; it reflected at the smallest amount of light; again, he was beautiful I swear. His ears were kind of like fins in a sense, apparently they doubled as sonar receptors; meaning he could pick up deep sea chatter. His eyes though were real cool. There are two kinds of eyes that he said that he had.

The first was one that he used when he went into shallower water or to the surface (I really don’t think he goes up there a lot tbh).  Like us, hes able to see in bright light; go figure. But here’s the cool part.

Now when he goes back down, in the dark, a sort of second eye lid covers his eyes. Apparently it acts as a protector for them if hes ever attacked, but it also allows him to see in the dark better than if he didn’t have that kind of skin on. It acted like an eye patch; you know, how a pirate would cover one eye so that if hes ever fighting, he could uncover the eye and see in the dark if he were to go from a sunny place to a dark place; kinda like that.

So I bet you’re asking whats up with his neck, so, he has skin obviously; but from below his jawline; to part of his upper chest he has some thin scales. They for a kind of upside down triangle, and from what he told me, it glows in the dark when hes looking for a mate. And beneath that, he had some large gills. Now there we would have our lungs obviously, but he has the large gill covers that are in threes. It reminded me of a shark, but apparently they’re different.

Now to his back. It has 6 fins; that generate electricity. They’re sort of rounded, but also have small spines where they connect to the back. They can also pick up vibrations in the water since they’re so sensitive, and they act as tiny propellers in a way.

His fins were white; sorry about the image its a bit big; but if you zoom in you can see my little notes. Ok, so from below the stomach and organs and such, I don’t know why you can only see his bones but that’s apparently how it works, you have this little transparent spot on his fin. It ends about halfway through, but it glows in the dark so that they can see on the sea floor. In a sense I guess its like how jellyfish down there generate their bio-luminescence or something. A’s fins were rounded, not split, so he was a strong swimmer, but kind of slow. They looked flat but pretty strong, but still a fish fin, not like a Ray or anything. His large fin was white too; so he was just this white fish boy who never saw light lol.

In the dark this is how it looked.

He was pretty cool; and seemed friendly enough. Again, the prettiest boy I’ve ever met, so if you ever decide to go down there, try to find one of them. Although, I don’t think all of them would be as friendly as he, so still be careful; some things down there will scare the living daylights out of you.

ok but why is everyone stuck on even cheating on isak bc suddenly someone he used to be friends with has come back??? jonas cheated on his gf with eva and then eva cheats on him in s1… but i see no oneeee at all mentioning that or calling them ‘serial cheaters’ when tbh, yes cheating is cheating but also like the day after even kissed isak, he broke up with sonja.

jonas on the other hand just wanted eva instead of ingrid, broke up eva and ingrid’s friendship. eva cheats on jonas with chris bc of miscommunication, she was upset, kissed chris, and then tried to keep it a secret bc ‘its not like it meant anything’ but then we all know how that ended.

what im saying is that: you only call even the ‘serial’ cheater, even who has bipolar disorder, who has been in a relationship for 4 years with the same person which ended up turning unhealthy, wanting to leave that relationship but was afraid of being alone due to his bipolar disorder. he then meets a boy, finally gets to know him, kisses him and makes sure there’s mutual feelings before they start somethin, goes to break up with his gf around a day or so later bc he had no intention of keeping it a secret from her at all.

not to speak bad of eva and jonas, bc i do love them, but you need some damn perspective bc those 3 situations??? completely different, but somehow even comes out worse when truly, there’s more information on why he did what he did rather than jonas and eva. yeah its no excuse, in a perfect life where even may have not been mentally ill, I’d like to think he would have ended it with sonja long before their relationship got to that point. but he got so used to her, that if she left who would he have??? its not entirely rational but mental illness isnt easy and you really kinda keep anyone who stays around bc the reality? most people dont bother to stick around, its too much for them and then you have to deal with feeling worthless.

so yes, say that even cheated on sonja. he did. but dont suddenly demonize him as this player and this ‘serial cheater’ or as if he goes around fucking everyone that moves just for fun. which psa: bisexual/pan people are not inherently unfaithful, that’s a toxic stereotype that y'all love as well.

all im saying is have some perspective is all. look at both sides and understand how people’s actions are not so black and white.

anonymous asked:

not to offend you but do you only hate larries because you picture yourself with harry? and i scrolled through your page and it literally seems like you have this whole idea that you and harry are gonna end up together and i dont care about that but how come larries are delusional for thinking larry might be together but its totally normal for you to think that harry is gonna end up with you. sounds a bit homophobic if you ask me .

I really tried to ignore this, simply because I’m trying my absolute hardest not to give shits like you the attention you so desperately crave. But wow, I really, really could not ignore this one.

1. To insinuate that I only hate Larries because I picture myself is comical and completely delusional in the following ways:

  • I hate Larries because they stomp around with their big bad blogs and their screenshots from seven years ago, thinking that they can treat people like utter shit because they swear up and down Harry and Louis still wear certain colors because they’re closeted.
  • I hate Larries because they have accused a young mother of faking the pregnancy of her child, the birth of her child, and the existence of her child and have tortured her to no end about the subject. 
  • I hate Larries because they have invaded the privacy of the Tomlinson family (and any extensions thereof) and the Styles family (and any extensions thereof) innumerable times over the past seven years and have not felt one drop of remorse for it.
  • I hate Larries because they think they love Louis and Harry more than anyone in the fandom, when if they actually loved either one of them, they would leave them the fuck alone and not spread their malevolent propaganda whenever they saw fit. You have damn near ruined the lives of everyone associated to them. You have pushed people away from them. You have made them explain why their friend of a friend of a friend may be getting “LARRY IS REAL!” comments on their picture of a dinner they had in 2013. You have embarrassed them. You have made them apologize for something they want nothing to be apart of.
  • I hate Larries because well, fuck, how many times does Louis himself have to say that Larry isn’t real and it’s not okay for Larries to act the way they do. How. many. times? He’s not saying it because management told him to - he’s not saying it because he’s being forced into a contract he can’t get out of - he’s saying it because it’s not fucking real and it’s not fucking okay.
  • I hate Larries because of messages like this. Messages that insinuate that I’m homophobic for running a blog about Harry that has nothing to do with him ending up with Louis. You would love if I were homophobic, wouldn’t you? I have never, ever - not once - said anything remotely homophobic, and you can search my blog with a goddamn microscope. Which I’m sure you will, because you dedicate your life to blowing up the tiniest nuance and disgustingly spin it into your own alternative truth. I think you’re getting too big for your britches there, babe. And no, didn’t “ask you” - nobody did. Why would we?

2. When have I ever - and I truly mean ever - said with any seriousness that I will end up with Harry? Unlike you, I am under no illusion about who Harry will end up with. I know he will not end up with me, and I have never been shy about saying it. I will joke around, just like everyone else does on this site, about being with him. That’s the fun part of it all. Until, of course, trash bags like you come from whichever part of the internet you’ve crawled out from beneath to ruffle the feathers of the sane ones by insinuating we’re anything but.

3. And, not to offend you, but remove yourself from my blog. Immediately. You are a cretin and you need to fuck off.

Once upon a time in Berlin I went to a bar w this Swedish dude and we each had our little three drinks and im like lemme stop before I get too carried away so come time to pay I confused “bestellen” and “bezahlen” and ended up ordering 6 more drinks i was sooo mad im like bro why didn’t you help me out i only have like 20€ on me so im sitting there mad as hell and embarrassed, trying to give away drinks to random ppl who were looking at me crazy like I spiked the drink or something (i managed to give one away tho) but ended up having to drink the rest by myself .. the waiters felt bad for me and gave me free tequila shots tho which was nice but only contributed more to my drunkness and i spent the rest of that night just being a hot ass mess its something that haunts me still to this day 🙈

all those jokes like “oh if gay people are immoral freaks am i only half of an immoral freak if i’m bi/pan??” are fucking terrible to begin with, but do y'all really know how bad it hurts to read someone really sit down and types up real, genuinely awful things people have said about your identity because they think it’s funny?

like you know calling yourself “half of an immoral degenerate” because you’re bi is so ugly like my mother begged me to give men a chance my whole family did because then i’d only half as fucked up and disgusting. like at least if i ended up with a man nobody would ever know how much of a degenerate i was.

i know its all just jokes since our community is all suffering but please think about how bad it fucking hurts to hear the words “gay people are degenerates” and seeing people rush to make Funny Jokes about things that are extremely fucking triggering (in the most literal sense of the word) to me as a lesbian survivor of homophobic abuse

“hahaha im only haaaalf a freak not full freak lol!” like people really feel that way about gay people vs. bi people. people really have sat down and said that shit to me like “you might be normal still just try dating men” lmao

royalpeko  asked:

(A question for the admin) Is it difficult to program bots like this? Ive been looking through quite a few bots on here and other sites and it seems very interesting, though i doubt i could do it myself.

nope it is not hard at all. i 100% can not program for shit. i use a visual editor and cheap bots done quick to post to a twitter account with ifttt handling cross-posting it to tumblr. 

the code itself is super simple, it just has 4 things: base meme text with one or more slots in it, short meme text that gets slotted in, and then suffixes and prefixes that occasionally get added at the end or the start. so the post “is Star Wars homestuck *looks directly into the camera like on the office*” is made up of the base phrase “is _____ homestuck”, with “Star Wars” slotted in, and the end phrase “*looks directly into the camera like on the office*” added on at the end.

it’s not a smart bot. it can’t learn from input or anything, i just add memes when i see them or from submissions. (that is also why its grammar is so bad.) 

this bot stuff is totally accessible for anyone who wants to play with it even if you have 0 programming experience, though you can make it really complicated if you want to. there are def bots that people who know how to program good can make with that skill but what i do has more in common with magnetic poetry than actual coding.

if you want more examples of what you can do with this kind of thing, i’ve made (as of writing this) 77 of these things. most of them just live on twitter.

Well, it’s been exactly 4 years since I first started this blog and – my goodness – has it been an adventure. I know I say this every year, but it still amazes me that I’ve been able to interact with so many incredible people. Running this blog has had its ups and downs, but the good times far outweigh the bad. 

As I near 4,000 Followers, I’ve decided to keep my giveaway tradition going by holding a celebratory raffle! Until the end of the month, every like OR reblog this post gets will count as a raffle number. Four lucky followers will be chosen to receive a small gift of a Nintendo eShop card (each of which will be redeemable for $10). Only current followers are eligible for the raffle, but new followers are always welcome! There will be one next year, after all!

In closing: I’m honestly a little surprised I’ve been able to consistently pump content out nearly every day for almost half a decade, but I owe every one of you for it. Thank you all for your support over the years, and – as always – keep the asks coming!

Summer Anime 2016

This summer we have so many anime with an all-male cast, I was so happy I decided to to a rec/ranking/review/summary. Note: I only watch anime with mostly males I’m sorry it’s just what I like lol so this list may not match yours. (I cannot stand female leads - except maybe Gintama? - because they will escalate into romantic relationships and they annoy me to no end. It’s like the only purpose of females is romance and I hate that.) And a warning is that I’m kind of shallow so I normally look at the guys’ looks and then their character. But good character and relationship developments are definitely essential to me too.

1. Fukigen na Mononokean

I’ve rec it so many times I feel like I’m part of the official publicity comm but it’s really good :) My favourite character is Abeno cause he’s really adorable and tsundere (?) haha. If you like youkai, friendship and touching moments, do try this out!! It’s a little similar to Natsume Yuujinchou too.

2. Servamp

It looks really interesting so I watched it and when I saw the OP I screamed cause all-male cast! Compared to Spring 2016 this season does look more appealing to me. And I’ve ran out of anime with all bromance (other than sports anime) and no romance. So anyway for Servamp, Kuro was a really cute cat, and the setting seems interesting enough for me to chase. I feel like I might not like the main character as much though but we’ll see. 

3. Fudanshi Kokou Seikatsu

Ahh this is really cute I can relate so much to the main character as a Fujoshi myself :D and I can hardly find friends who can fangirl with me. It’s really sad to be embarrassed for liking gay ships ;n; The only bad thing about the series is that it’s too short each episode haha.

4. D.Gray-man Hallow

I’ve read the manga but didn’t understand most of it. Still, it’s likeable and I like Allen and Kanda. I felt like this season they beautified all the characters and Kanda definitely looks better with his new hairstyle/fringe :DD I hope they can animate most of the manga and I hope we can finally understand what is going on with the 14th.

5. Handa-kun

I just watched the 1st episode today and all I can is that it’s really good and hilarious omg. Only it’s too short with the first 9min trying to break the fourth wall and I couldn’t understand the humor at all. Still, the rest of the episode was worth it! Can’t wait for the rest!

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RFA+Saeran+V making Valentine’s Day Chocolates with MC

Our first attempt at these! Hope you like~


Zen:

  • Takes pre-baking selfies
  • Tries to mold mini zen chocolates
  • You tries to smear chocolate on his face
  • But he still looks flawless???
  • Sneezes when you try make one shaped like a cat
  • They come out really nice, actually
  • You give them as gifts to all the other members

Yoosung:

  • It was his idea, actually
  • He loves to cook
  • He has LOLOL character molds
  • But you also insist on animal molds
  • His main goal for the whole thing was so he could feed you the chocolates at the end
  • He takes a bite out of one of your experimental batches
  • “Wow this tastes really good!”
  • “Oh really?” You smirk before taking a bite of it while it’s near his mouth
  • This boy turns ten shades of red darker

Jaehee:

  • She wanted to test some for the cafe
  • Calls you for help, which you gladly accept
  • Of course, the chocolates are mocha flavored
  • You gave her the idea of Zen molds
  • Ended up making a bunch of different zen-shaped ones from his different musicals
  • Sent a bunch of them on the chatroom
  • Zen was so flattered
  • The chocolates were the best-sellers for that week

Jumin:

  • Didn’t find the reason for it originally
  • He has chefs?
  • But because you suggested it, he was all for it
  • Jumin in an apron that says “Kiss the Cook”
  • Of course you did….more than a couple of times
  • He suggested making cat friendly chocolates
  • You insisted it was for you guys
  • But, you did offer to make them Elizabeth the 3rd shaped
  • He was gushing over them
  • He was a crazy perfectionist though, so he only really made like two

Seven:

  • You started it while he was busy working
  • It was supposed to be surprise
  • But he walked into the kitchen when you were in the middle of one shaped like a keyboard
  • He was flattered….but he wanted in on the fun
  • So, you decide to make them together
  • You thought it was going to a mess, but he was actually meticulous
  • He made a really detailed one of Elly (of course)
  • It took him nearly twenty minutes, but it was really well-done
  • The kitchen was a mess afterwards oh well (RIP Vanderwood)

Saeran:

  • He likes sweets…he likes you…so somehow he agreed
  • He tries to start simple and makes a heart for you
  • “Aww, is that a giraffe!”
  • You made a mistake
  • You felt so bad
  • “Mine’s bad too!” you insist he tries to figure yours out
  • “It looks like a flower?”
  • It was a flower;;;
  • But its okay, because he’s actually laughing
  • You melt

V:

  • You guys had planned this since January
  • He can’t see very well, but he likes mixing the ingredients
  • He keeps smearing chocolate on your cheek
  • But he misses every time…
  • JIHYUN, MY HAIR
  • You make camera molds
  • He tries to make a heart, and its the cutest squiggly circle ever
  • You try your hardest to write “I love you” in braille
  • He smiles at the effort, and is too kind to tell you it ended up saying something weird like “I love corn” or something
  • He still manages to take an amazing photo of you baking
  • Also takes time placing the chocolates in an aesthetically pleasing manner on plates for a photo 

ok so another Concept (did not write this one sorry)

-lance gets trapped in another dimension with a device to get him to other dimensions but not directly back so hes gotta travel to a bunch of other universes and hopefully eventually find the right one

-when he gets back everyones so happy to see him and saying things like “we missed your talking” and “we couldn’t pull off missions half as well without you”

-he thinks they’re being a lil Too Nice and doesn’t believe him being gone would be That Bad and so he concludes it’s not quite the right universe

-they all keep trying to make him believe he’s in the right place like by bringing up memories and stuff

-finally he announces that he’s staying and everyone’s happy he realized he was in the right place but then he says “yeah, my team will end up finding a better person to replace me anyway. i might as well help you guys. i hope i can measure up to the version of lance you lost”


@gavrockandroll I like the headcanon, but please don’t submit if its not yours

anonymous asked:

What inspired you to make zombietale. (just asking, no insult, and bad english)

I probably told this story before (probably more than once), but sure why not.
So me and a couple of friends were chatting about stupid Undertale AU ideas. Like trying to come up with the dumbest ones possible. And I ended up saying ‘What if everything was exactly the same, except the human was a zombie?’ and we had a good laugh about it. As a continuation of the joke, I drew the cover page of it (aka page 1 and 2) and they kind of dared me to keep going.
The challenge then was to take this horrible idea and try and make it somewhat fit within the universe and be an actual decent read. And here we are today!
It’s literally always a pleasure when new people find out about it and are like ‘Wow, that is a stupid idea. Who thought this was a good idea?’ and I would like them to know that nobody thought it was a good idea. That was the point.

anonymous asked:

do you have tips for drawing cas's hair because it's giving me serious trouble :/

I’m very bad at giving drawing tips, but I tried.

So the thing with Castiel’s hair is that it comes in degrees of wildness. So depending on what season and episode you pick you will end up with something that looks well groomed up until something that looks like he just rolled out of bed.

So let’s go with this season 9, newly human look.

Hi Cas! Looking very cute!

So the first thing is of course to get something sketched.

Neat. Now back to our reference! (Bonus tip: working with references makes everything easier.) There are, in my opinion, two things to consider when drawing Castiel’s hair:

Looks alright!

Try to see the shapes in Castiel’s hair and then draw from the root to the tip. Make pretty hair grow on his head.

To maximize the fluffiness and scruffiness.

So let’s groom that handsome man. (And fix some things that look weird in the sketch.)

Here we go! 

Thank you all for helping Castiel get ready for his date! Good luck, Cas! ♥

(I’ll post the last pic individually in a moment. But I hope this as at least somewhat helpful? Let me know~)

persephonah  asked:

so how about some eposette wedding hcs please

(aaahhh sorry this took me so long! im not quite happy with it but anway here’s some cute gfs getting married)

Cosette and Eponine have been together for years now and they never really discussed the subject of marriage.

Don’t get me wrong, Cosette loves the whole idea of wearing a beautiful dress and walking down the aisle to promise to spend her life loving Eponine but her girlfriend never made any hints that it was something she wanted and she doesn’t want to pressure her. It’s not like she minds - they don’t need a wedding ring to prove their love, so she stays quiet about it.

Little does she know Eponine actually does want to get married and she’s been thinking about it a lot lately, especially after Combeferre and Courfeyrac got married a few months ago as the first ones in their group.

But how on earth do you bring up this kind of topic? Just proposing out of the blue is out of the question. Not if she doesn’t know if Cosette even wants to.

“Just talk about this like adults” Grantaire groans when she talks (read: whines) to him about it. She raises an eyebrow and scoffs in response.

“You mean like you and Enjolras are?” “Shut up” She knows Grantaire has been thinking about proposing as well, however Enjolras has always had pretty clear opinions on marriage in the past and he’s scared of being rejected. What a hypocrite though.


They’re having a quiet night in, curled up on the couch together with a glass of wine, when Eponine does take Grantaire’s advice.

“Hey Zette?” Cosette hums in reponse, her head resting on Eponine’s shoulder.

“Do you ever think about getting married someday?”

She feels the body next to her still. “yeah of course, do you?”

Eponine only nods, nervously skimming her finger over the top of her wine glass.

“And…would you ever consider getting married…to me?” Cosette sits up to look at her but she keeps her gaze firmly on the glass, pressing her lips together.

“Ep, I love you. Of course I considered it! I just…you never seemed interested in marriage and i didn’t want to scare you off” Eponine’s head shoots back up again “I am interested though!”

“So you want to get married?” “Yes!”  “Good.”

Cue them beaming at each other like the adorable lovebirds they are.


The next weeks Eponine spends looking for a ring and planning the perfect proposal because now that she knows they both want this, she can’t wait. But in the end Cosette beats her to it by proposing first while having a picnic in the park. It’s all sappy and perfect and they proceed to spend the rest of the day dozing cuddled together on the blanket, neither of them quite believing the other is now their fiancée

Of course all of Les Amis are ecstatic when they find out and help out with their wedding arrangements. (Eponine may have whispered “now it’s your turn” into Grantaire’s ear when he hugged her)

Neither Eponine nor Cosette are one for big pompous weddings so it ends up being a small beautiful ceremony with just their friends, Valjean and Eponine’s siblings present (her parents are absolutely not invited).

They rented a lovely little venue and there are flowers everywhere, especially violets, white magnolias and ivy (Jehan helped a lot with that)

Cosette looks stunning in her lacy bohemian dress and flowers in her hair and so does Eponine who decided to wear a dashing tuxedo instead. Both can’t take their eyes off each other as Cosette is led down the aisle by her father.

Both of them cry during their vows but no one’s eyes stay quite dry (even Montparnasse blinks suspiciously often)

When the officiant announces “you may now kiss the bride” Eponine dips Cosette for the big smooch.

During their first dance these two are simply glowing (imagine ‘forever with me’ by nedra johnson this song is gay jsyk)

Valjean of course dances with Cosette for the traditional father-daughter dance whereas Eponine dances with Gavroche who keeps twirling her around to make her laugh.

The newlyweds get home in the early morning hours, drunkenly giggling and clinging to each other happily. Eponine is carrying her shoes in her hands and Cosette’s cheek ended up covered in Eponine’s lipstick during the taxi ride home.

All tiredness is forgotten as soon as they’re over the doorstep and kisses turn heated. “We do have to consumate the marriage properly”, Ep whispers against her new wife’s lips as she guides her into the bedroom.