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we all know AU’s, right? well, for those who don’t, it stands for Alternate Universe. Basically, they take a certain aspect, and give it to all the characters in a game, or fanfic, or whatever medium. For example, theres underfell, where (almost) every character in undertale is evil. going off this knowledge, I have a bit of a complaint. it deals with the “AU” inktale. I put the quotation marks on au because I feel it isn’t an entire alternate universe. In it, there is a sole character. just one. who knows what happened to the others, but the only character, not only is one of the most popular characters in undertale, but is just a “creative” version of him. this….troubles me to say the least

now don’t get me wrong, I love ink sans style! but to say the entirety of his form is an AU, is a bit of a stretch. I feel like “AU”‘s such as inktale, and underfresh focus on drawing sans in a particular style, then just call it a day

not that theres a problem with that, but

can you really call something an AU if it only features one character? I mean, sure you can, but theres really no depth to the rest. like, “ok so heres ink sans…wheres ink frisk? or ink undyne?? or anyone else for that matter????” it really seems like a large chunk is missing

if you’re going to go so far as create an entirely different universe, I suggest you make *ahem* MORE THAN ONE CHARACTER to fit said universe. like I get it. sans is very popular with the fanbase. but hes not the ONLY character in undertale

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hey tumblr. I would like to introduce you to the dutch Eurovision representative, Douwe Bob. In this song, Douwe talks about sexuality. He is, as you probably garner from the video, an out and proud bisexual. He is also a hilarious lil shit.

 A rough translation for the non-dutch speakers:


In the store of love, there’s a lot of different flavors

there’s something for everyone

Do you like bananas? Or peaches

Delicious with whipped cream, or sprinkles or chocolate.


Maybe you fall for a she, maybe for a he

maybe for both


he, ho, bi 

when you do it then you’ll feel the magic

he, ho, bi

you’re one of them. but which of the three?


(joke about different sexual sounding candy, doesn’t translate to english except for lollipop)

cinnamon stick, liquorice, lollipop, manneken pis* (not candy, famous fountain in the shape of a lil peeing boy. Don’t ask me ok Douwe came up with this idk)

you don’t know what you’re missing

if you’ve never tried it


Maybe you fall for a she, maybe for a he

maybe for both


he, ho, bi

when you do it then you’ll feel the magic

he, ho, bi

you’re one of them. but which of the three?


fucking, blowing, cunningulus (i can’t think of a better word. Yes he says this all while making eyes at the camera)

If you don’t want it, you should say so.

Both of you have to want it.


in the front, in the back 

sideways

what makes you happy?

what do you enjoy?


he, ho, bi

when you do it then you’ll feel the magic

he, ho, bi

you’re one of them. but which of the three?

you’re one of them. but which of the three?

you’re one of them. but which of the three?

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Hi! I really really love your blog! I was hoping you could give me a singledaddy!peeta for my birthday on November 25. Any rating will do, just fuck me up with some everlark and toastbabies please!! Thank you!

Originally posted by whencookiesscream

Wishing you a most wonderful birthday! To help you celebrate, the lovely and gracious @katnissdoesnotfollowback has crafted this delightful little fic just for you!


Custody Arrangement

Rated: K

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Back aching and head throbbing, Peeta’s shoes scrape the pavement as he trudges home. Hands dig in his pockets for the bottle of aspirin and he tosses back two dry right before pushing in the waist high wrought iron gate leading into the tiny garden in front of the narrow brownstone in which he lives. The rent was a steal four years ago, affordable with the addition of a second job. It also came with the added benefit of finally moving out of his mother’s home. Away from her constant judgements and interference. Away from the crushing memories of his father and the unending reminders that one stupid grief driven mistake led to the one thing he’d done in his life that matters at all.


He shrugs off the melancholy thoughts, rolling his shoulders to work the kinks from them. Second week pulling double shifts at the bakery is leaving its mark. At only twenty-eight, he shouldn’t feel this tired and worn. As he inserts his key into the lock, squealing fills the house, travelling to his ears and making him smile. He’d thought she was just about too old to be greeting him like that anymore.


“Daddy’s home!”

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