Have eight whole selfies EIGHT because SHIT OFF it was a long year and I am STILL IN ONE PIECE well done everybody


okay since there are twelve hours left of 2014 where i am, here are my ‘six’ selfies, as tagged by stillstree semiautmatic and gerudeway

i know theres only two but i just figured id post an appreciation of how much ive changed over the year. yeah i tag anyone who hasn’t done it yet bc just do it if you want, the years almost over. im done rambling now

My parents scream at me. they say mean, terrible, horrible things to me. Then they look at me and scream and ask why I am crying. I don’t know what to do anymore. They yell at me if I make too much noise walking, If I take too long a time to close a door, little things that kids shouldn’t be screamed at for. They call me names and they’ve hit me. I just I thought your parents were suppose to be these good people that helped you, that cared for you, but obviously not my parents, they hate my guts.
—  Posted by Anonymous

A little update masterpost for those who haven’t been following my progress - I will also add the little “how-to"s at the end of this post. 

 The boots are now drying - these are NOT the final colors. These are happening tomorrow :) 

The visor will get painted too. In the first pictures the fingers were not finished yet. 

 And before you wonder why the diamonds are not in the middle - my knees and I have a little beef. They are crooked and since the diamonds gotta cover them up it looks like that when not worn ^^; 




Sports Reporter Riley Matthews whole world is turned upside down when Shortstop Lucas Friar signs with the Yankees, can she keep the secrets she’s held onto for the last thirteen years, can he keep the secrets he’s held onto?

Cross-Posted to | Past Chapters

Author Note: So my step-sister and I are both starting new jobs this week, so my schedule got completely thrown for a loop, which is why I didn’t have a chapter yesterday, and this one is being posted so late. I’m hoping that we’ll all figure out our new schedules/workloads soon.

I am a terrible, evil person for this stuff, but get the tissues, cause yeah.


“What are you doing up there?” Topanga looked at her husband in the afternoon light as he sat in the monkey bars of their childhood park.

He smiled to her, “I’m hoping a beautiful girl would help me down and we could fall in love and spend the rest of our lives together.”

Topanga climbed up to meet him, “We’ve had a good life Cory.”

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so i’ve never done a botm before but i decided hey why not? so here is my first ever botm! (disclaimer: this edit is terrible but so am i ya know)

the rules

  • mbf the loser
  • reblog this post, likes don’t count as an entry
  • supernatural must be your main fandom
  • reblog until september 29
  • must reach 25 notes
  • one winner, two runners up

i’m looking for

  • a clean, pretty theme
  • amazing posts
  • an awesome url


  • a follow back from me
  • a spot in my updates tab for the month of october
  • winner: unlimited promos upon request through october
  • runners up: 3 promos upon request through october
  • my friendship you cannot escape this okay

that should be it!! thanks for stickin with me guys =)

Edit: I’ll add another runner up if this can hit 100 notes??

Sorry I Made Fun of Your Eyebrows

Okay, I don’t think the Christmas special was my favorite special chapter ever, that honor probably belongs to 413 Days, but this one had its moments. At least until it got super creepy.

It made me think about why Gajeel doesn’t have eyebrows. And suddenly I had my own headcanon for it. I do semi-plan on doing Gruvia and Nalu post Christmas one shots but I shouldn’t really say anything for sure because I am terrible at keeping fanfic promises.

Anyway, on to my terrible headcanon.

Gajeel glanced at Levy, currently dead to the world, before looking back at Panther Lily. The Exceed looked up at him. “How much do you think she’ll remember?”

He shrugged. “Nothing if she’s lucky. It’s a night I wish I could forget…” He scowled, thinking about the game Erza had made them all play. “No wonder that idiot and the stripper don’t like being around the girls when they’re drunk.”

“Erza is terrifying in a whole new way when she’s drunk.” Lily fluttered over Levy adjusting her blanket. “Are we staying the night?”

“Yeah. If she gets sick, someone better be here.”



“When are you going to tell-”

“Shut up.” He growled. “Now’s not the time.”

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peter pan imagine

i see that my peter pan post got the most notes out of anything i’ve posted so im going post to an imagine and see if this works out.


You woke up on the cold, hard ground, wondering why you weren’t in your warm, comfy bed. But then you remember a shadow taking you away to a far away place. You hoped it was only a dream, a terrible, terrible dream. You sat up and found that you were surrounded by green plants and trees. Where am I? You thought. 

“Look, boys. She’s up,” you hear a voice say, you turn your head to see a group of teenage boys, glaring at you. You shivered, knowing that they watched you as you slept, nothing was wrong with it, but it gave you the creepy vibes. 

“Finally,” says a different boy. “We’ve been waiting forever!” The other boys laugh. Except for one. As you sit on the dirt, you wonder why you are here in this strange place. You wondered why you weren’t at home, where you were supposed to be, and where you didn’t want to be. 

You look over at the group of guys and see that they boy who didn’t laugh was getting closer and closer, and eventually, he was right in front of you. He stuck out his hand, waiting for you to grip onto it. And right as you put your hand in his, he pulled you up. “Do you know where you are?” He said. But of course you didn’t know where you were, so you shook your head. “Neverland, my dear. You’re going to love it here.” He grinned. “Well, if you can make it here.” You wondered what he meant, you never heard of any place called Neverland, you were from the Enchanted Forest. 

“What do you mean?” You asked. 

The brunette boy simply smiled at you, “Life here isn’t all that easy here on Neverland. And you are the first girl to make it here, and quite possibly the last. You won’t make it here.”

“Because I’m a girl?” You suddenly felt offended. 

“No, because you’re weak. The boys here are stronger than you. There’s lots of dangers here on the island. And considering you passed out when you landed here, I don’t think you’re fit enough to be here. Don’t take it to seriously, you wouldn’t be the only one who hasn’t made it.” 

“Who are you anyways,” you asked. You didn’t want to put up with this guy and how he kept throwing insults at you. “And why am I here?” 

“You’re here because you’re lost, because you wanted to leave your home.” He replied. 

It wasn’t false. You weren’t completely in love with your home, and you felt lost, like you didn’t belong. “You didn’t answer my first question.” You said. 

“Peter. Peter Pan.” He said, smirking. “And you. You’re Y/N.” You were shocked on how he knew your name. You didn’t even tell him. 

“How do you know my name?” You said, as you backed away. 

“Sweetheart, I know everything.” He said. “And you know why? Because I’m Peter Pan, and Peter Pan never fails.” 

Because I’m not a hufflepuff I couldn’t actually find a single bindi in the house. All I could find was sindoor. Because I have never applied sindoor in my life this looks more like a red wound.

I have never posted selfies before ever. And yeah they’re blurry because Moto E and because I don’t have front cam. (So can you imagine how ridic it was taking these.) And also I look terrible buuuut I’m too lazy to run them through a filter. 

I am too lazy for everything.
I will probably regret this later lol.


I know I’ve already posted pictures of myself today, but lately my mother’s been nagging me.

  • “Why are you wearing shorts? They don’t flatter your thighs.”
  • “You’re showing too much skin. It looks desperate.”
  • “I think your ex-boyfriend was enough to make anyone lesbian. Don’t jump to conclusions.”
  • “Spiked things look aggressive. Stop wearing them.”
  • “Your new haircut looks terrible. It makes you look dumb.”
  • “I wish you could just be different.”

So here I am – bikini-wearing, spike presenting, queer as fuck with the straight across bangs me. Because I’m not going to be different.

anonymous asked:

My personal opinion on Val watching Jenna is that he was breathing a sigh of relief that she didn't kiss Jake at the end of the dance. I watched it as it happened haven't rewatched the video so I could be wrong in my opinion.

Well here it is. He started laughing the minute the almost kiss happened.. 

For someone who didn’t claim her…that looks incredibly hilarious to me that he would even laugh on that part. I don’t think it was THAT bad tbh. Honestly it did look like a sigh of relief after second/third watch And before yall try and jump down my throat w/ assumptions, I do still support Val, I don’t think he’s a terrible person. I just am not blind to what is happening. 

AND to those who wonder why I don’t like Alan…prime example right here 

@animatedamerican replied to your post “why ! is ! tumblr ! terrible!!!”

ok but now I want to hear what you think of the roleswap thingy :D

also a good way to spot these things is the Activity page

i’ve got it drafted so i can reblog it later when i have more people online to see it, but i absolutely love it!! so much!! omg!! tysm for writing it up!! :’)

and yeah, i basically live in my activity page, but look..

when posts are reblogged with added commentary, it usually shows a lil blurb:

but when people reblog asks with added commentary:

it shows that you reblogged it, and your tags because i have tagreader on, but not that you added anything… this has happened in the past with reblogged asks as well, so now i’m like… how much else have i missed… :^/ thanks for nothing tumblr rip