its a little fast

Fool’s Gold by @tvshows-addict

Pairing: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Rating:  Explicit

Word count:  55K 

Status: Complete !!!!

Leaflet for Over Again Inc.

“In relationships, there are three types of people: those who are happy, those who are unhappy but accept it and deal, those who are unhappy and in denial.

Handling this last category is our job: we are professional couple breakers.

To reach our goal, we use all means necessary.”

Or the Arnacoeur AU in which Harry is scheduled to be married to Liam in 10 days and Harry’s mother hires Louis and his team to break them up.

Poster by the wonderful @melmanpur

bangtan’s chapters of 2016

“I thought I had a very fast pony”

but what if it was the snortiest, scruffiest shetland and he loved it so dearly though.

what then.

help me.

challenge: listen to 나야나 now

listening to 나야나 (nayana) right now makes me really nostalgic and….sad. It’s a bittersweet feeling. I remember watching the MV w/o knowing who any of them were, only seeing fresh, bright, and hopeful faces, and I remember picking favorites w/o knowing abt how much hardwork and soul they had poured into that performance. and now, almost 3 months later, I know just how much of themselves they threw into that 3 min performance and I’ve watched them improve and grow and develop right before my eyes but I’ve also seen them get knocked down so hard I was worried they wouldn’t be able to rise back up and I’ve had to see spirits completely stomped on and hope crushed. I’ve had to say goodbye to people who really made a spot for themselves in my heart, had to see their hearts break. But despite the pain, I’ve been lucky enough to witness them truly blossom as people and overcome the hardships together, united and now…now it’s all going to end about 2 days from now. These 3 months have gone by really fast, but I feel as if the development and growth they have undergone is worth years

i don’t know…just listen to 나야나 now…’s not a feeling I can describe well in words

it conjures this flood of emotions, yeah?

The Party part 12/?

L: Oh yeah? I WILL enjoy the rest of the party!!!

L: ugh, stupid Keith, I run all over for like an hour looking for him and this is how he thanks me, Unbelievable 

L: that thing on his face look painful though, how the hell did he manage to get a burn like that? I hope he knows where the burn cream is….

L: Although, even if he did know where it was, it would be hard to bandage an injury like that on your own.

L: (don’t chase after him don’t chase after him don’t chase….)

L: dammit

L: The hell? How’d he manage to get that far, he must of bolted.


Drew Roy in the Sugar Mountain trailer  


An art rendition of this fic by Kakarot-kun

edit: I added a cover because it looked like it needed it

//A sketch request I did for a kid at school today. I’m not a huge fan of the last Fight Nights at Freddy’s games, although I really liked the first one. Regardless, here is Funtime Freddy, sketched in a little over 20 minutes!

//Reminding everybody that the cast of my comic, In Our Veins, are open for questions here! I’m currently working on a set of answers on my laptop back home, but the lack of internet there hinders me. They should be up sometime next week!

anonymous asked:

Friodshop is just the greatest thing on this planet rn (Other than you and this BillDip Au tho 😉)

Thanks! I’m really glad you’re enjoying my silly writes.

That said, have some Friodshop for your troubles.

Bill rolls his eye so hard he thinks it might fall out of the socket. Which would be neat! But also inconvenient, shoving it back into his skull. He jabs his finger back down on the map on the desk. 

“C’mon, old man, you’ve gotta see the potential here. Just wreck up a few other tourist places, then-”

“Hey! Old man? I’m the old man?” Stan straightens up, plants a fist on the table. “This coming from the guy who’s ‘billions of eons’ old?”

“I’m young at heart,” Bill declares lightly, clapping a hand over the place where it should be. Where, thankfully, nobody knows it’s actually there - “While you’re just a wrinkly wreck of decaying flesh.”

“Why you-” Stan shakes a fist, leaning over the table. He grimaces - then slumps back into his seat, rolling his own eyes. “Ah, you’re not worth it.” He frowns at the map. “And maybe you gotta point.”

Bill grins. He always has a point! Good thing Stan gets it. Some of these Pines are too-

Pine Tree shouts something, in the distance, Bill starts at the sound.

“Bill? You’re too quiet, what’s going on?”

“Nothing!” Bill responds, cheerful. “Everything’s A-okay, totally moral, and on the level!”

There’s a long, suspicious silence. Bill listens for a moment. But it doesn’t seem like his human’s coming  closer, so! Free reign to do what he likes. He grins, and claps his hands together. Time to keep planning.

“So! Stanley! I-” Bill frowns, glancing over the shitty suit of his temporary partner in crime, hands still clasped. Stan looks weird. “What?”

Stan snorts. He clears his throat, and looks up, and away.

Bill narrows his eye. “What?” He insists 

“Oh, nothing, nothing,” Stan says. He lifts his hands up, smiling. “But hey, seeing a demon being henpecked is pretty-”

Oh, that’s - Bill slams his hands down on the table, hard. The wood smolders under his palms. This kind of - He can’t  believe - “I am not-”

Bill! Don’t make me come in there!” 

Smoke rises from under Bill’s palms as the fire cuts out. He feels his eye twitch.

And Stan is very, very clearly holding back a laugh. Bill grips the table harder.

One sound outta you,” Bill jabs a finger at Stan, quietly fuming. Friggin’ uncle. He thinks he can be smug, have blackmail? Guess who has more. “And I tell everyone what happened in Vegas back in 87’.”

Stan snorts, waves it off, and still looks too pleased.“Oh, please, like you-”

“Right down to the thing with the car battery,” Bill hisses, eye narrow. “And the hotel room.”

Stan sits up straight, suddenly professional. “So what was it you were saying about the tourist traps.” He tucks a hand over his chin. “What’re you thinking?”

Bill settles back down into his seat, feeling smug.

Bill’s totally going to wreck stuff up in ways Stan couldn’t even imagine, and with this guy around? If they get caught, Bill will have someone to point a finger at before he runs. Let Stan take the blame! He rubs his hands together,  grinning.

This? Should be fun.