midnight here so posting it now

Happy 15th Anniversary, Kingdom Hearts!!

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Gotham City Sirens Print Giveaway Contest!

Well this hit 2,000 notes in a pretty short amount of time, so to celebrate I’ve decided to hold a little contest!

1st place randomly chosen winner will receive all three prints in the large size (11x14), and I’ll pick a couple of runner up winners to receive the smaller prints–either the three small size (5x7) or the one medium one with all three in it (6x18), winner’s choice!  (Mostly because I was indecisive as to which one to print–like I like all three of them in the panoramic, but the cropped 5x7 ones came out nice too…)  Here are the official rules:

1. Reblog and/or Like this post as many times as you like, I don’t care–if you really want these prints feel free to reblob a million times

2. Must be following me to win!  This is a thanks to my followers who liked/reblogged the piece initially as well as to all the new followers I’ve gotten recently, so I would love for one of you guys to win and not some random non-follower

3. Deadline to enter is about three weeks from now on Sunday, April 2 at midnight Jersey time (ET) and the winner will be announced at some point after that

4. Participants must have their ask box/messenger thing open so that I can contact the randomly chosen winner for their mailing address

5. Doesn’t matter where you live, I’ll mail to anywhere—as long as you’ve got a legit mailing address somewhere and a mail person can reach you it’ll get there

I believe that covers everything!  Contest begins now, good luck everybody!

Elricest Week - Day 1: How do the brothers see each other?

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“That’s how it works in my ‘Muslim Gangster World’:  You don’t judge your friends, and you stand up for them, no matter what.” 

- Happy 17th Birthday Sana Bakkoush! 

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It seems my post got lost ?

Here we go again than, as i said, its pretty hard to find food around Japan expo at the end of the day.
Because of the wait we always end up eating around midnight x_x
So waiting for waiting we decided to take the train and go for some “ five guys”.
Know about it ?

Anyway, everyone Is tired right now so everyone relax and no hidden code for tonight :)

LGBTQIA MEETUP

Hey guys! So I have been wanting to make a meet up for a while now so here we go

What Fandoms?

Well if you like/post (your blog doesn’t have to be dedicated to these) about the following, and are part of the LGBTQIA+ Community, you can participate!

Dan and Phil
Phan
Jacksepticeye
Markiplier
LGBTQIA+
Sherlock
Harry Potter
The Walking Dead
Books
Music
LOTR
Hobbit
Undertale
Animals
Wiishu
Septiishu
Disney
Pewdiepie

When?

The meet up will be taking place on Saturday April 22 from midnight to midnight, in your timezone.

Tags
#(One of the topics above) fandom meetup
#tumblr meetup
And any other tags applicable

See you all soon!

-Amy

anonymous asked:

(part 1) ur gonna roast me for this but im legit curious why mafia AUs are so bad? im asking in a non confrontational way, i get it romanticizing mafia is wrong, but i also believe that 1)most mafia AUs are a really toned down type of mafia;2)they do make for some interesting kinds of dynamics with fanart and with fics; 3)in a fic specifically u can create your own world and call something mafia and still make it so they don't kill innocent people but only idk members of other gangs or sth

(part 2) plus theyre a way to put ur charas in a completely diff context and see what theyll do. i mean i dont believe that writing ships in a certain context (like mafia) equals romanticizing that context. mafia AUs arent even my fav things to read (in fact i almost never do), im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

I’m not gonna roast you don’t worry xD okay wait let me check if I replied to this already if yes I’m gonna c/p because it’s half past midnight otherwise I’ll just go at it again wait *checks tags* fff obviously I don’t have a general post but anyway pls read this after you’ve done with my post and then this which is also choke-full of links. plus for a (not nice) laugh: here. AH WAIT I FOUND THE POST.

okay, so, let’s have it out of the way: I have nothing against mob aus or crime aus. I have a problem against calling them mafia AUs because in the US mafia = organized crime at large, in Italy mafia = ACTUAL EXISTING ORGANIZATIONS THAT ARE ACTIVELY HARMFUL. now that I introduced the topic I’ll c/p you the reply I gave to another anon who while discussing the issue pointed out that most writers don’t even know Italian mafia is a thing, which is pretty much on the same discourse so…

*The thing is - in the US it might not be enough of a deal anymore and I honestly do get why people make the mafia = regular mobsters, since the mafia was the first foreign organized crime being exported to the US via italian immigrants (sorry if this sounds horrible in English but I just woke up and I still didn’t have coffee) so I understand that mafia became the umbrella term.But the thing is that - as you said, these people don’t even know that there’s a mafia in Italy anymore or where the word comes from.

 I’m going to link to italiansreclaimingitaly’s tag about the mafia and its perception outside Italy because they posted about this extensively and it’s an excellent resource, but meanwhile I’m gonna do a very short bullet point list and about the topic:

  • Mafia might not be a big deal in the US, but it still is here. We have the beauty of four different mafias (Cosa Nostra - the Sicilian one, camorra which is the one in Campania but has tendrils spread everywhere, the ‘ndrangheta which is in Calabria and the Sacra Corona Unita in Puglia) which are all active [especially camorra and 'ndrangheta] and whose actions have direct impact (negative) on our economy and on our society. Actually mafias are one of the main reasons we’re currently economically fucked up, and if I start talking about how mafia culture keeps some areas literally backwards I could talk about it for three months.
  • There are still people who are killed for standing up against them. These days the most prominent personality is Roberto Saviano who is a writer who dared to put together a book documenting minutely the way camorra works and he’s been living under protection for years by this point. Like, they want him dead because he wrote a book. And I’m sorta sure that he was talking about leaving Italy and going to the US after years of sticking with it here because he can’t take it anymore but I don’t know if it was a taken decision or if it’s still debating it.
  • It wasn’t even thirty years ago that we had the stragi di mafia - in english it’d be something like the mafia slaughters, basically around the beginning of the nineties there were a number of bombs planted by the mafia targeting people who were trying to oppose it including judges Falcone and Borsellino, actually the anniversary of Falcone’s death is like… tomorrow. And they’ve killed people for way longer than that. Here is a list of only Cosa Nostra victims including the ones from the eighties/nineties. And people are still dying because of it. The slaughters I’m referring to are just the ones in the nineties which are enough of a number.
  • They also perpetuate a culture where if you testify against your mafia-employed relatives you’ll be shunned forever. There are women who testified against their families and couldn’t see their children anymore never mind that they weren’t automatically considered a relative anymore the moment they sided against the mafia. Some people have committed suicide after becoming witnesses also because our police force/justice system can be terribly non-supportive in this kind of situation so they got left on their own. Never mind that back in the day - it was the beginning of the nineties? - I recall at least a particular story of - I think, correct me if I remember wrong but I can’t remember the names for the life of me - where this guy testified against the local mafia when he either used to work for them or was forced to pay them the pizzo and in retaliation his six-year old (or five? Anyway he had a son younger than ten for sure) got kidnapped, killed and thrown into acid to dispose of the body. That happened in what, 1993? 1994? It’s pretty much yesterday. And now the camorra is doing the same - there’s a list here of camorra victims among which accidental passerbys that got killed because they were in the way which I can tell just by glancing is not complete. And I’m not even going into the 'ndrangheta. That is to say, here mafia still kills people and cripples our country.

Now, I get that it’s a word, but the point was: let’s say that instead of the Italians the Japanese came to the US first and the umbrella word for organized crime was yakuza rather than mafia and let’s say yakuza was still what it was originally in Japan while in the US it stopped being a big deal and people write yakuza!AU instead of mafia AU. Let’s say someone Japanese gets angry at that and goes like 'listen the yakuza is a real deal it does this this this and that and it’s a plague in our country so can you please at least look it up before writing your fanfic’, which is what had happened way back then when this whole mafia and fanfic thing blew up. A bunch of people told us to get over it because it’s just a word and if it’s a problem in Italy it’s not in the US so why should they care? Now, if we had been Japanese (or Chinese or Russian or Mexican) would they have said the same thing? Considering the general tumblr attitude I’m pretty sure they would have received either an apology or 'this is an important deal let’s keep that in mind’ with signal boost reblogs and stuff. 

It’s the fact that we should get over people not knowing that it’s still a real problem for us and that they can’t take five seconds to google it that is the problem imo. Especially when instead of mafia au you can just say mobsters au or tag it as organized crime and everyone is a lot happier, mostly because as the tag above explains romanticising the mafia is a good thing for them because it means they can act outside Italy with less stigma because everyone thinks that the mafia is dead or not relevant anymore, if I’m explaining myself. (And it’s active outside Italy - like, there was a mafia kill in Germany in 2007 where six people died (sorry the link is in Italian but there isn’t an English wiki page, if you look the city up you’ll find something probably) and it was because of the 'ndrangheta.

I’d really like to not get worked over it because it meant it was a thing of the past y'know, but the problem is that it isn’t and I’d rather spread some awareness in hope some of these writers look it up (because it’s a good thing that people know what mafia is since as stated they have tendrils everywhere - if you read Saviano’s book the entire first chapter is about how camorra regularly deals with Chinese import/export in Italy for one) than shrug and figure that since they’ll think everything is good for fanfic then it’s not even worth my time.*

Now, ^^^ that was the c/p-ed reply that should answer most of your doubts. What I didn’t address was:

im sure many ppl romanticize it and i obvs dont agree with that but im just trying to udnerstand bc i believe fandoms are a way to explore things that we normally wouldnt.

aaaand as we say here in Italy, this is where the donkey falls (sorry we have weird sayings), because in theory there’s nothing wrong with that… except that in 99% of the mafia aus I’ve seen around the thing is that they’re supposed to be cute.

like, I see a lot of shit with TINY MAFIA BOSS STEVE ROGERS with RUSSIAN ENFORCER BUCKY (????? bucky isn’t even russian???) and the yoi thing I saw before had the japanese character being the leader of a russian mafia gang which is… like… guys it doesn’t happen it really doesn’t, and a lot of them re-use wrongly terminology taken from the godfather without context or knowing what the hell it means, and it’s always from the criminals’ pov and they’re somehow seen as criminals doing justice where the police can’t (???) and like… no. mafia bosses/enforcers/employees are bad people period, and at least here if you try to leave or repent they kill your family in retribution. like, not even ten years ago there’s been a woman who used to belong to a mafia family (or one colluded with the mafia) who testified and her entire town/family shunned her and she couldn’t take it anymore and… killed herself drinking acid if I don’t recall wrong. it’s not even special cases. this shit is not funny, it’s not cute, it’s not adorable and it’s not good fodder for your imagine your otp scenario (srsly I saw one like.. let me find it,

LIKE. just look at this shit. in a regular context, the enforcer goes to the show owner to force them to pay a monthly sum to their boss lest they destroy their shop and their lives and their family’s life never mind that mafia culture is deeply homophobic so the mafia enforcer flirting with the shopkeeper is like completely fucking out of the question. I mean, people here like to shit on the sopranos but that show was actually excellent representation of Horrid Criminals Who Were Never Supposed To Be Good People and the small arc that happened when one of tony’s friends turned out to be gay (closeted) was REALLY well done. btw, it ended that when they found out he was gay most of the crowd rejected him and thought badly of him until I think they killed him also for other reasons, but that spiraled from finding out he liked dick. and that’s american mafia that they actually based on well-done research of the culture in Italy it came from, I assure you that here it doesn’t work that differently. like. the shit above is so inaccurate and frankly offensive, it’s like… I get people romanticizing problematic stuff but the thing is that when you tell them that it’s actually offensive you get brushed off as ‘ah well you’re being too sensitive it’s just a word u__u’. now, I’m all for exploring shit we wouldn’t be into, but not like THAT, because that’s like mafia romantic comedy and that’s not how it works. now, you wanna do a fic where the mafia characters are deeply flawed and bad people and the police tries to catch them? fine, great, go ahead. you wanna do a fic where the enforcer above deals with dunno an entire life of internalized homophobia when he finds the shopkeeper attractive and feels conflicted over having to con money out of him and doing horrible shit for a living and maybe understanding that crime isn’t worth it and then he actually collaborates with the police and gets shit from about everyone he knows and loves for that? okay, awesome, go ahead. nothing bad in that.

but the shit above is not exploring things we wouldn’t/writing darkfic, it’s THINKING THAT A CRIMINAL ORGANIZATION WHICH IS STILL A THING IN OUR PART OF THE WORLD IS CUTE AND ADORABLE. and that only plays in their favor because it takes the bad aura out of the word and we really should not let that happen. like. that is what is bad about mafia aus and mafia discourse, that people don’t realize the mafia is alive and well and thriving and not a thing that doesn’t exist or a generic word for organized crime.

you wanna write the shit above? okay, CALL IT CRIME AU or mob au, not mafia au.

btw, add-on: idk if I mentioned it in the above post or not, but in case I didn’t, I said that people would balk at the idea of a mexican cartel au. sadly since then I’ve found out a fandom where not only there is one but it’s also extra cutesy and people apparently love it and it has a bunch of kudos/comments and idek I’m not even touching that with a ten foot pole but like… I’ve avoided it and everything that author wrote because to me it’s just… nope. like, nope. if you do mafia aus don’t make them fucking cute. (also: in the same fandom I had to mute a v. famous fanartist whose art I actually liked but did cutesy mafia aus and.. like… haahahhaahahahahaha nah sorry. can’t go there. nope.)

When the Ink Dries VI (ch 13-16)

Rated: Explicit

Thank you: @icedteainthebag for brilliant feedback and guidance

Warning:  This story contains many potentially sensitive topics, too many to separately mention.  Read cautiously or have a friend vet it for you if you’re sensitive to something in particular.

Apology:  for it taking so long.  I recommend a refresher, if you can stand it, of at least the most recent chapters.

Read the previous chapters here

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Chapter 13

Mulder was on the porch when he got the phone call, the shrill landline ringer pricking the post-midnight air from behind the screen door like a chorus of crickets.  Out here in the middle of nowhere, it seemed a new species of bug came into existence once a week.  They used to refer to the place where he was sitting as Scully’s spot - now, like it or not, all the spots were his.  He’d been watching the driveway like a Golden Retriever every night since she moved out, faithfully expecting his vigilance to bring her back sooner, full of self-pity and priding himself in his loyalty.  The past couple of years, it seemed like he was busy anytime she was sitting out there.  But the tasks on his to-do list which were once so important only held his attention so long as the smell of her shampoo still hung in the doorway over her empty coat hook.  Once that was gone, there was nothing left to do.

In the rush and hush of it all, Stella’s smooth, silvery voice sounded even more illicit than it did any other time - so much so that at the beginning, he’d had a moment of panic where he wondered how he’d wound up on the phone with a nine-hundred-number.  

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Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo (b. 8th February 1974) - Bon anniversaire!

[Happy forty-two years of not actually being an aristocrat, Guy!]

fractalabomination  asked:

It's already Lance's birthday here! Happy birthday to him~ (also you guys are all in the past hurry up, the future is waitinnggggggg)

I’M S C R E A M I N G

IT’S HIS BIRTHDAY NOW I DON’T CARE THAT IT’S LIKE 2PM ON JULY 27TH IT’S TIME TO PARTY HAPPY BIRTHDAY LANCE LET THE GOOD POSTS BEGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!

3 A.M. (Jared Kleinman x Reader)

394. “It’s 3am and you’re the only person in McDonald’s right now and why do I have to work the night shift”

A/N: Okay, so this is the first fic I’ve ever posted online so be gentle, please lol. I really have been meaning to write this for a long time, but it took some self-convincing. Anyways, here it is and enjoy! I do take requests about anything to be honest so ask away!

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You were bored. Scratch that, you were dying from boredom. Why did you have to work the night shift, rather why was there even a night shift? It’s currently past midnight and the only customers you’ve had since midnight are junkies without money. You were resting your head on your hand and leaning over the counter. You sighed heavily and stared at the clock, watching the minutes pass by. You wanted nothing more than to wash the grease off of you and to lay down in your bed watching your favorite show on Netflix. 

Just then, the bell hanging above the door chimed. A customer at this ungodly hour of the night? You instantly recognized who the customer was. He was wearing a flannel with a striped T-shirt underneath. He wore big glasses and had brown hair and plastered on his face was his big shit-eating grin. The insanely annoying Jared Kleinman. But he was also your friend, so maybe he can tell you some of his stupid jokes to cheer you up. 

“Why are you here? Seriously, it’s 3 am.” 


“Is that how you talk to paying customers? Honestly, I’d like to speak to your manager.” 


“Go ahead, she’s probably in bed asleep considering she left 3 hours ago. What do you want, Kleinman?” 


“I just wanted to visit my best friend slaving away her youth in a shitty fast food chain restaurant. Are you seriously the only one working?”


“Afraid so. There’s no point in me being here.” 


“You’re right. Let’s ditch it and go to my house.” 


“Isn’t that a little suspicious? You know, a girl actually wanting to be at your house at 3 am?” 


“Fuck off. I’m trying to save you from this hellhole, but if you’re going to act like that-” 


“Look, it’s not that I don’t want to, but I can’t just leave.” Jared looked around the restaurant. Literally he searched every corner of the dining area and came back. 


“That’s funny, I don’t see anyone else here. No manager to force you to stay. C’mon, live a little (Y/N).” 


“I appreciate the sentiment, Jared, but seriously, I can’t go. Maybe another night.” 


“Alright, I guess I'll tell everyone to come in, then.” 


“Everyone?” Jared smirked and dialed a number on his phone. 


“Yeah, man, she said she can’t leave. Alright, come on in.” 


He shut his phone off and you stared at him in confusion. Just then, you heard a couple car doors slam shut. The bell chimed again and in walked Connor, Zoe, Evan, and Alana. 


“Guys, what the hell are you doing here?” 


Zoe answered you, “Since you couldn’t leave work, we decided to come here to try and convince you to hang out.” 


“But you guys can’t stay unless you buy something.” 


Everyone “checked” their pockets for money, meaning that they didn’t actually look for the sake of getting you to leave your job. Connor spoke, 


“Aww man, we don’t have any. Guess you’ll have escort us out and then ditch this place.” 


“Alana, you’re going along with this?” 


“I know, it seems so out of character, but Fridays aren’t fun without you, (Y/N).”

You wiped your hand on your face and looked at your friends’ pleading faces.


“Okay, okay, fine. I’ll leave. But if I get fired, it’s on you.” 


Jared clapped your back, “Aaand we can help you find a new one. One that doesn’t make you work a night shift at 3 am on Friday nights.” 


You locked up the restaurant. You had changed clothes before leaving and even put on some deodorant because no one likes lingering McDonald’s smell. Everyone else had already piled in Jared’s car. Jared hung back with you. You turned to him, 


“So, you’ve dragged me out of work to hang out? We could’ve done this another night, you realize.” 


“Now what kind of friend would I be if I let my best friend in the whole world out to dry working?” 


“A normal one..?” 


“Good thing I’m not normal. Unless you’d rather be in there with all the grease fuming up into your hair-” 


“No! I-I’m happy that you came and got me.” 


“That’s what I thought. I mean who can resist the insanely cool Jared Kleinman?” 


 You two began walking to his car as you said, “Oh, definitely not me, Jared. My life would be too boring without you.” 


You were joking when you said that, but you knew deep down that it was true. If it wasn’t for Jared, you’d still be at work, bored out of your mind. Jared always came to the rescue, whether it was getting you to ditch work or to even chase off creepy guys who were flirting with you. You couldn’t imagine your life without him. 


You got in the passenger seat while Jared got in the driver’s seat. He smiled at you as he turned on the radio. He plugged in his phone and began playing Cupcakke’s Deepthroat. You and the rest of the gang started shouting the lyrics, except for Evan and Alana who were terrified at the horrid lyrics. 


Jared pulled into the parking lot of a park. Everyone got out and ran around like kids. You laughed at Connor and Evan who were recreating the Jack and Rose scene from Titanic at the top of the slide. The night was filled with many pictures and snapchat videos of you all just goofing off and having the time of your lives. You saw a tree at the back end of the park that seemed sturdy enough to climb, so you raced towards it. You reached up to the lowest branch and hoisted yourself up. You grabbed onto the next branch and sat upon it. You leaned back against the trunk and watched your friends run around.


“Hey, you better be careful up there. You don’t wanna end up falling out of it like Tree Boy over there.” 


“I’ll be fine, Jared, I used to do this all the time when I was younger.” 


Jared hoisted himself onto the branch that was next to yours. He faced the trunk of the tree and leaned against the other branches. You smiled and averted your gaze, blushing. Thank God it was dark out. 


“Hey, thanks for bailing me out.”  


“What are awesome friends for, amirite?” 


“Man, I really don’t know what I’d do without you.” 


“In all honesty, you’d probably be better off. I mean, you could lose your job by being here.” 


“So what? If it wasn’t for you, I’d still be there and not here… with you.” 


“(Y/N) (L/N) if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.” 


He smirked as you sighed. Then you grinned as you said, 


“And what if I am?” 


It was his turn to blush. For once, Jared was speechless. He just laughed awkwardly as you chuckled. 


“Okay, okay, calm down there. I know I’m irresistible, but no one can tie down this loser.” 


“Pfft. Whatever, Kleinman. You’d jump at the chance to get with me and you know it.” Jared just smiled and avoided your gaze. 


“What’s wrong?”


“Nothing. Hey, I’ll race you to the slides!”


“Oh, you are so going down!” 


You and Jared jumped from the tree and took off running for the slides. You had taken a shortcut under the jungle gym and climbed up to the top. You jumped over the side of the bars. You stopped him in his tracks. 


“I win!” 


“Damn, you got lucky.” 


“I sure did.” 


You smiled as you kissed his cheek and immediately went down the slide. He stood there in utter shock and then chased after you. After an hour, Jared drove everyone to his house and passed out in his living room. You and Jared had somehow ended up in a cuddling position throughout the night. Your face was in his chest and his arm was draped over your waist pulling you in closer. 


You woke up to the smell of him and grinned. You hesitantly sat up and looked at your surroundings. There were your best friends in the whole world passed out on the floor in the living room of the guy you had been crushing on since 6th grade. You reached around for your phone and picked it up. You looked at the pictures from the night before and reminisced about the fun times that happened only hours ago. You saw the picture of you on his back with him holding your legs and your arms wrapped around his neck. You were both smiling and laughing. You cheesed at the photo. 


“That might actually be the gayest photo of me.” 


Jared was up. You, jokingly, pushed him away. Pretty soon everyone woke up and it was time for everyone to leave. They all, once again, climbed in Jared’s car as he dropped them off one by one. You were the last one to get dropped off. Jared walked you to your front door.


“Thanks for everything. Seriously, that was the most fun I’ve had in awhile.” 


“Glad I could help. Seriously, if you ever need me to bail you out again, I’m one text away.” 


You smiled as you turned to go into your house. Jared’s hand on your wrist caught you by surprise. 


“Jared, what th-” 


He cupped your face and crashed his lips onto yours. You, mindlessly, grabbed onto his flannel as you kissed back. He pulled away as he rested his forehead against yours. You both smiled as he pecked your lips. 


“Sorry, I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.”


“You can do that whenever you like, I won’t complain.”


You both laughed as he started back to his car.


“I gotta run, but I’ll see you tomorrow.”


“We’re hanging out tomorrow?”


“Well, I just now decided that we are going to a movie tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at 7.”


“Well, aren’t you assertive.”


“You love it.” 


“You’re damn right I do.” 


He chuckled and kissed your hand before leaving. You walked into your house and sat down on the couch. Your mom came in and scolded you about getting fired because you went to hang out with your friends. Apparently, the security cameras were on. 


After your mom was done, you sent a text to the group chat with everyone in it. 


To: Tree Squad🌲 

Guys, I just got fired!!! 

Alana👩🏾‍🏫: 

Oops! Sorry! 

Connor🖤: 

Well, you didn’t need that job anyways!

Zoe🎸: 

:/// 

Evan🌿💙: 

Oh my god! I’m so sorry! We didn’t mean to! 

(Y/N):

Haha, relax, Hansen. I can just find another one. 

MemeBoy™: 

McDonald’s fucking sucks anyways. Have you guys seen this meme? 

Connor🖤: 

Jared what the fuck 

Alana👩🏾‍🏫: 

That’s disgusting

Evan🌿💙: 

Honestly that’s just in poor taste Jared 

Zoe🎸: 

I’m really starting to think that that can’t even be considered a meme 

(Y/N): 

Hahaha 

MemeBoy™: 

See? I’m funny! (Y/N) is the only one that gets me! 

Connor🖤: 

Ugggghhh 


(In a separate text) 

MemeBoy™: 

Hey, sorry about your job. I’ll definitely make it up to you. 

(Y/N): 

You already did 

MemeBoy™: 

Well there’s more where that came from.

 ——————— 

Just then he sent a picture of your face in his chest from this morning. You smiled. 

———————

MemeBoy™: 

You should definitely take more naps at my house. It’s like hella cute and all that gay shit 

(Y/N): 

 Thank you once again insanely annoying Jared Kleinman :p

4 useful apps you should get when in Korea

Okay so I’ve made a short and simple list of some apps I think that you might find useful while being here in Korea. I actually started working on a similar post before but I saved it in my drafts and now I can’t find it (no surprise there since I have almost 400 posts in my drafts right now). 

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anonymous asked:

How old do you think uta and Yomo are?

I’m partial to the theory that Uta is the escaped ghoul or possibly garden child that the CCG let loose on the Yasuhisas, and that eventually grew into the Teenage Uta that Yomo faced. I think that would put both Uta and Yomo at their late 20s early 30s right about now?

I know my friend midnight has a wild conspiracy theory about Uta being the original one eyed king, but just like my Hide theories, my Uta theories tend to be tame. I like the Yasuhisa one the best. That theory post has been remade like one hundred times so you can just google it at this point.  

Here’s one version on reddit [x]. 

Update

It’s after midnight here, so I’m going to be brief.

No, I’m not gone. Yes, I’m going to continue writing. No, I don’t know when I’ll be posting again. I have a full-time job, I’m a single mother, I have a boyfriend and friends. My depression has been severe lately so I’ve not been able to get around to writing for a long time now.

Thanks for the messages, I promise they’ve not gone unread. I will answer when I can. I will write and post when I can. Thank you to everyone who hasn’t yet given up on me.

Shadows and Time; An Azriel Fanfiction

I put this on fanfiction.net but couldn’t post it separately on here until now!

@underthe-mountain  and I bounced around ideas about Rhys’s sister being Azriel’s mate before she was murdered and she came up with this plot line.

I’ve always headcanoned this just because I want to so please don’t come after me. I KNOW it has no book evidence, it’s just fun to imagine. So no yelling please. Just enjoy :)


He wasn’t nervous. He wasn’t nervous.

Stop lying to yourself, the shadows whispered to him. Tendrils of darkness and silhouette curled around his broad shoulders, creeping up his neck in a midnight caress. We see you. You’re afraid. Afraid of her. Afraid of the one who sees us and doesn’t send us away. Why? Why are you afraid? We’re not afraid of her.

Azriel shoved away his shadows with pure determination and will that had been forged in the heart of the Illyrian Steppes.

Those shadows did not control him, he controlled them. And today he didn’t need them whispering in his ear. Not when he was going to see her. Not when he was going to see Nissa.

Azriel had convinced himself that telling Rhys would be the part that required the most courage.

How exactly does one tell his best friend that he is mates with his sister?

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