more coming this weekend

pidge: so how’d you guys meet anyways?

lance: i saw hunk and instantly knew we’d be best friends

hunk: he came up to me and stammered through “i’d compare you to a star, but you’re already the brightest thing in the universe” and i knew we’d be together forever

I mean come on, we hunt monsters. What the hell? I mean, normal people, they see a monster and they run, but not us. No, no, no we-we search out things that want to kill us, yeah, huh, or eat us. You know who does that? Crazy people.

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Yall asked.

I provided.

anonymous asked:

This will prob be your most boring ask. I'm a newb and have googled it but I did not get the answer I was looking for, so it has led me to you the pro. When you want to post a gif set on Tumblr how do I put txt on top, in between, and at the bottom? Like telling the story through txt after each gif.. Sorry If that wasn't clear. If you have any other graph art wisdom you would like to enlighten me with please do. Thanks doll!

Hi anon!
I’m going to assume you’re Amish like me and the Tumbls technology is basically like looking at Sumerian cuneiform so I’m going to go into probably way more basic detail than you intended to ask for BUT I CARE ABOUT YOU OK I WANT TO SEE YOU SUCCEED. 

LET’S START!

Time to make a new post girl! Get that confidence up, you got this!
Click the new post button to pass go:

For a gif-integrated text post we’re going to want to click the ‘Text’ post option:

doing so will bring you here… your blank canvas. Well Done. You’re ready:

type in those words boo, tell your story:

Now here’s where the fun starts. Press the return key…this bad boy:

or okay…i don’t want to be a technology racist…perhaps you have one of these:

and a row of icons politely inquiring if you’d like to add some other content will appear. For giffery purposes…click the GIF button:

search for what ever your heart desires and voila! 

write some more story gorl, keep that flow up and don’t forget to press ‘return’
to prompt your content options bar again. Do this as many times as you like:

And that’s really it! 
You’re now freed from that boring old post life!

I’m so proud. 

I FINISHED! I almost died. My feet were killing me and I got slower and slower. There was a lot of smiles, but also a lot of tears. If this were any other race I think I might have quit. It was definitely tough, but I overcame the pain, pushed through and I’m done. Right now I never want to move again, haha. But I did it. Glass Slipper Challenge complete! More photos and such to come. Now I get to just relax and enjoy the rest of this vacation without having to worry about anything other than getting my feet to be well enough to go to Disney on Tuesday, haha. 

Y'know what I miss?

I miss those dog days of Supergirl in Season 1, when the end of each episode brought a wave of gifsets, ficlets, headcanons and endless theorizing. We dove in head first to take our beautiful ladies and build not only on what we saw on screen but what we didn’t see.

We encouraged each other and were inspired by each other and we took all the gifts the writers and actresses gave us and painted the world with beauty and color and love.

And now, the day after an episode directed by a famous fan and touted as a pivotal one for the season, my dashboard is a mirror of my own despair over the loss of my show.

We’re just not inspired anymore and nothing is more heartbreaking. Even in the past when ships that I don’t ship become canon on my shows, I am still inspired by what I see and able to imagine my characters in a million different worlds. I’ve even been able to do this when my favorite characters left the show (Prentiss anyone?)

But Supergirl is so entirely unrecognizable that I can hardly blame my pals for moving on to greener pastures or doing whatever they can to rail against the injustice of poor representation or, like me, just go radio silent and sigh quietly over what could have been.

I’m sorry we’ve all lost our inspiration, that fire that kept fandom alive in our hearts. I’m sorry that the creators we had such faith in to carry that girl-power we loved so through to future seasons let us down so profoundly. I’m sorry that I’ve had so little time to do so little to contribute myself. So I’ll just throw this out there. Cat’s still out there, somewhere, thinking of Kara and watching from afar. And even if we never see her on our screen again, we can know that if anyone can swoop down to save our heroine, Cat Grant can.

Be brave, my small but mighty fandom! Don’t be afraid to dive into challenges and stay active. There is SO MUCH talent here. Keep creating!

So, let’s pull out a stool at Noonans, order up a steaming hot latte and dump out all those old art supplies and see what we can come up with.
I’ll finally be more available after this weekend and I’ve got months of feels built up.

Whattaya say?

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So, this weekend, @fiddleabout, @smallandsundry, @perpetuallyfive, and I went to D.C. for my birthday because I wanted to museum it up. It also turned into a POWER RANGERS themed party, featuring cake and fake power rangers band merch. Also seeing the movie AGAIN. 

Thanks to these gals for making my birthday extra fun and extra nerdy (and extra gay, ofc, since fiddleabout wrote me TRIMBERLY FIC and it’s FAKE MARRIED!!!!!!!!!

(The Pink Ranger shirt is a LQ version of @cahlart’s design from this WONDERFUL ART.)

lesson one.

characters: jaebum x reader
genre: smut
wc: 4080
summary: jaebum is jealous. and for no good reason.
author’s note: okay, first of all, this isn’t your typical “the guy is jealous so he has to whisk you away from another guy just to prove to you who you belong to” scenario. no. this is a “you’re a dumbass for being jealous when the only person i want is you. now kiss me.” as from the reader’s perspective. so it’s jaebum getting called out… if that makes sense… i did say this’d be up before the end of the weekend. still got more to come.
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“You take him to the hospital.”
“What about you?”

She doesn’t answer, knows the question is more rhetorical than anything. The answer is obvious. Even if Gibson is delirious, even if he might only be imagining that he hears Mulder, she cannot ignore the possibility that he’s right. That Mulder is really out here somewhere. “You’re so close now,” he said. God, if that’s true…

I’m sorry, Gibson. I have to try. Skinner will protect you. You can trust him.

She doesn’t know if he can hear her, if he’s out of range or too sick, but she hopes he will understand, somehow. Behind her, she can hear the car door slam and the engine turn over. The sound of the tires rolling over the dirt carries for a long time across the stillness of the desert air; when it finally fades away to nothing, Scully closes her eyes and holds her breath, as if she will be able to hear Mulder if only she tries hard enough.

The silence sits heavy in her ears. She holds the breath until her lungs start to burn, until Mulder’s name pulses in her ears in time to her heartbeat. Blinking her eyes open, then, she lets the air out in a long, slow exhalation and bends down to pick her flashlight up off the ground. She sweeps the beam in a wide arc in front of her, eyes straining into the darkness for a glimpse of something, anything, that might indicate Gibson was right.

Where are you, Mulder? Am I really so close to finding you?

Setting her jaw, she fixes the light in the direction Gibson was staring when she found him. It’s as good a place as any to start.

She is struck by the sudden and intense sensation of deja vu, of searching a wide open desert for a missing Mulder, so long ago. So much has changed since then, and yet here she is, five years later, doing the very same thing. She dreamed of him then, too, she realizes. The thought gives her hope, not that the horrors she’s been seeing in her nightmares are real, but that if he were truly dead and gone, she would somehow know.

Longing swells in her chest, expanding until she might burst from it, until it can only escape as a cry into the night.

“Mulder!”

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How Could You? // Zach Dempsey.

Hey guys! I have so many imagines coming your guys way you just don’t understand. Also, i’m finally writing an imagine on my computer so this will come out in way better quality AND I can write faster yay! I hope you guys enjoy this one it was requested by @chloesalva! Happy reading.

Pairing: Zach x Reader

Request: Can you do one where Zach cheats on the reader and the reader finds out about the tapes? Thanks :)

Warnings: Cheating and swearing, if you’re looking for something with a happy ending this is NOT it.

A/N : YALL FOREAL NEED TO LISTEN TO ECHOES OF SILENCE BY THE WEEKEND WHILE LISTENING TO THIS SONG OMG I JUST NCDSONVFJS 


Saturday night..

Readers POV~

“Hey Jess have you seen Zach?” I questioned. Zach convinced me to come to this dumb party. I’m not a party person at all, if anything i’m the exact opposite. Something about warm bodies all around me and red solo cups everywhere just aggravates me. Unfortunately, Zach’s convincing game is strong. So here I am, surrounded by drunk teens and searching for Zach. But that didn’t stop me from having a couple drinks.

“I haven’t seen him since when you guys walked in…want some?” Jessica slurred offering me a swig from her lipstick stained cup. I took four big gulps and returned the cup before I walked away. 

I needed some place away from all the sweaty figures, so I made my way to the bathroom for a breather. I opened the door to and saw two people. A girl on the sink and a guy standing between her legs, showering her neck in lustful kisses.I was about to close the door but the boy looked familiar to me. 

“Z..Zach?” I slurred, the liquor from before finally kicking in. He pulled away from the girls neck and snapped his head in my direction. His eyes were full of regret and sorrow.

I pushed past all the sweaty bodies in the house and made my way outside. My eyes were starting to form tears as I made my way down the sidewalk to my house which wasn’t too far from Jess’s place. It didn’t really help that Zach was my ride and I was anything but sober.

I heard quick heavy footsteps trailing behind me and I started to walk faster. I knew exactly who was following me. The boy that made all my troubles go away. The boy that made me forget all my problems. The boy I gave my heart to, and he destroyed it in return. 

“Y/N please stop I can explain!” He grabbed at my wrist.

Don’t fucking touch me!” I yanked away from his grip. He was shocked. He had never seen me angry like this and he didn’t know what to do.

“How could you..?” I questioned with a look of disgust on my face. He was about to talk but I cut him off.

“I’m an idiot for thinking that somebody like you could be in love with a girl like me.” Nothing I was saying was making sense, but that didn’t stop me from coming clean about everything. I told him about how I thought I was never good enough for him and how I would never be. I told him I never loved even though it was a lie. Soon my voice got louder to the point where people were pulled me away from him. 

Sherri  pulled me into her car and she took me home. The whole car ride was filled with awkward silence and a sniffle from me every now and then.

We finally got to my house and I put my hand on the car door handle but Sherri placed her hand on top mine.

“Y/N hold on just one second okay, sweetheart.” She spoke softly as she reached into the backseat and grabbed a shoe box.

She handed me the shoe box and rubbed the back of my hand with her thumb.

“Don’t open it now, open it when you get inside and don’t ask questions. Just listen.”

I nodded and thanked her then went inside my house.

I flipped the lid of the shoe box and looked at the cassette tapes inside. “Why would Sherri give me this?” I thought to myself.

I grabbed my moms old tape player and put in the first tape.

“Hey it’s Hannah. Hannah Baker.”


Monday morning..

Zach texted me about a million times this whole weekend. I didn’t bother to open any of the messages. Between him and the tapes I didn’t know how to feel anymore. My perspective changed on everybody and I even questioned myself. How could I be one of the reasons why Hannah killed herself? How could Zach be one of the reasons she killed herself?

I went to my locker to get my English book when I felt a large figure next to me.

“I don’t think you understand how sorry I am about everything, you’re the one person that made me feel better in life after everything that’s happened, and it kills me inside knowing that I messed up what we had. It kills me knowing that you don’t love me anymore.” Zach stated. I looked up at him and he looked horrible. There were dark circles under his eyes and his hair was all messy and untamed. His lips were dry and his face was pale. He really let go of himself.

“When I said I never loved you.. I lied. And ever since Saturday I’ve constantly told myself to forget about you just like you forgot about me that night. And then I heard your tape. And I really realized how pathetic you are. And I keep trying to convince myself to remove you from my life. But no matter what I do, I can’t stop myself from loving you. And that’s the part that kills me.” I shut my locker and walked away, leaving Zach standing there defeated and sobbing.


A/N: I’m not even gonna lie I cried while writing this. I really liked writing this. It was a challenge for me because i’m not used to writing things without a happy ending. But anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this! My requests are currently closed i’m really sorry but I have a lot of imagines to write and I don’t want to keep people waiting. I have a couple more imagines coming out this weekend so I hope this makes up for the little dry period I had. I love you guys! Thanks so much for reading. :)  ps. (the gif isn’t mine)

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a series of unlikely crossovers

SILVER SPOON: Part 6 [Yoongi x Reader; Rom-com, fluff]

A girl who had to work hard every day of her life to rise from nothing, meets a man who was born with and given everything.

A classic tale of what happens when a cold, uptight farm girl meets a playful, rebellious, easy-going city boy that was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

Summary: Having been born and raised in the country side, you have worked hard your entire life to make it to the big city. You eventually achieved your dream and now you have a wonderful paying job for a large company and you continue putting your 110% into everything you do. However, your perfect plan to climb to success through consistent effort and hard work becomes disarrayed with the arrival of your branch’s new rebellious and easy-going CEO, who never desired the position in the first place and has never truly worked hard a day in his life. Your job is on the line if he can’t be turned into a quality CEO within a year, but he has no intention of changing himself for anyone or letting you boss him around so easily. How will you work your way through this obstacle? Will you succeed in changing him or will he be the one that changes you?

Yoongi x Reader (ft. Jimin & VIXX’s Leo as side characters; some other BTS members show up too lol)
Office au
Romantic Comedy, Fluff

Parts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 (Finale)

A/N: So this was a pretty long part haha so I’m gonna insert a “Read More”/ “Keep Reading” link for it. I don’t really put them in cause I don’t trust that they always work ;_; so please let me know right away if it isn’t letting you read more!

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          The following morning was filled with sad goodbyes from your family members. Yoongi had dropped the bomb after breakfast and you thought Jin and Taehyung were going to cry on the spot. Honestly, you also couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread inside you, not since you received the text from the Chairman last night. But seeing Yoongi’s bright smile and how excitedly he announced the end of his punishment, you figured he was happy about returning to his fancy apartment and his comfortable bed. I mean, who wouldn’t? And it’s not like you wanted him to stay at the farm forever either.

           You watched your mother fuss over him before you two made your way to the bus with a gentle smile.

           "Make sure you eat well. Pack a big lunch. Eat a hefty breakfast. And if you ever want me to pack you a lunch, just give Y/N a heads up. And if you want to come visit on weekends, you’re more than welcome to. I’m sure the boys and the girls would love it.“

           "Thank you mom.” Yoongi grinned and let her give him a tight hug and a few kisses.

           Jin and Tae squeezed the life out of him and you had to pry Yoongi out of their grasps in order to make it to the bus stop on time.

           "I’ll e-mail you hyung!“ Tae bellowed as Yoongi waved and chuckled.

           "I’ll write you letters and have Y/N deliver them to you!” Jin shouted.

           "Oh please don’t make me do that.“ You groaned.

           Yoongi laughed and ruffled your head. "I wouldn’t mind that at all.”

           You huffed, trying not to look flustered at his subtle action. The effects from yesterday still weren’t worn out after all.

           Soon enough, you two fell into a comfortable silence as you trudged towards the bus stop. It was just going to be you two heading to work today. Leo stayed behind in order to pack everything they had brought with them. Then he would head to Yoongi’s apartment to make sure the building was ready for his return.

           You realized that this was the last time you were going to have a companion on this stroll and on the agonizingly long trip to and from work. You frowned at the thought.

           As usual, you two climbed onto the bus and claimed the back row. Yoongi smiled as he stared out the window.

           "I’m actually going to miss this view.“

           "Well, my mom said you’re welcome to come whenever.”

           "Will you be okay with that?“

           You blinked. "Why not?”

           He snorted. “Have you forgotten I’m your boss?”

           You blushed. Right.

           "Oh well…I mean…you do whatever you want anyway…“ You tried to find an excuse.

           He chuckled. "You’re right. I just didn’t want to be ‘inappropriate’ by your standards and regulations.”

           You smiled gently.

           "Oh. Here.“ Yoongi rummaged through his bag and handed you his Ipod.

           You raised an eyebrow questioningly. He chuckled and grabbed your hand, placing the device into your palm.

           "You asked me yesterday what it was that I was interested in.” he closed your fingers over it. “And it was actually you that pointed it out to me a few weeks ago. I thought it was a normal interest that everyone had, but when I thought about it, I’ve always turned to music my entire life. It’s been the most consistent and comforting thing for me.”

           You glanced up at him, surprised. You didn’t think he was mulling over what you had said candidly and spontaneously last night, so it shocked you to hear that he had been thinking about it deeply. When you looked into his eyes, you recognized his serious gaze, but there was also a sprinkle of worry laced into it as if he was nervous about your reaction to his answer. You felt the corners of your mouth turn up and you looked down at the IPod.

           "So what would you like to do Mr. Min?“ You asked lightly.

           He grinned. "I would like to find a way to run a business related to music. I don’t know exactly what kind yet, but I think I’d like to take my time figuring it out.”

           You giggled and nodded. “I’ll look forward to it then.”

           "It’s yours.“ Yoongi gestured to the IPod. "I spent last night organizing my music and making you playlists for you and your family.”

           "What?“ You stared at him.

           "I think it’d be more fun doing farm work with a bit of music.” Yoongi smiled. “And I think your bus ride would be more enjoyable too, because I’m not going to be here to entertain you.”

           He grabbed the IPod and turned it on. “I made you a 'Work Work’ playlist when you’re doing last minute documents or something, a 'Farm Girl’ playlist, '3rd Sunday Parties’ playlist, and when you’re having a hard time falling asleep there’s a 'Lullaby’ list too. Oh and there’s a 'Strolling’ playlist when you’re walking to the bus stop or to work…”

           You tuned out the last few playlists he was explaining because you were busy studying his facial expressions. He was so close to you and he was talking so animatedly that it filled you with awe. So this is what he looked like when he was passionate about something. You admitted that you were going to miss having him around for some reason. It was nice to have someone that you could talk to about work and the farm life, someone to travel with, and someone that got along easily with your vivacious family members.

           "And I told Leo to leave the charger at the farm. I’m sure you know how to use that.“ Yoongi glanced over at you and found you looking at him intently, with softness in your eyes. He searched for what type of emotion you were displaying, but he couldn’t quite pinpoint it. Unlike other times though, you weren’t shying away from his eye contact and he felt himself leaning closer to you. As if realizing what you were doing, your eyes widened and you tensed up. He grinned, his face mere centimeters away from yours.

           "Finally realized how handsome I am?” he cheekily jeered.

           You rolled your eyes and scoffed. “I was just amazed. I didn’t you’d actually be interested in anything.”

           Yoongi cackled. “I’m amazing, aren’t I? A man of many talents and surprises. A genius.”

           You groaned and shook your head.

           "Do you like it though?“ he asked nervously.

           You blushed and nodded. "Yeah, I love it. Thank you, Mr. Min. It’s so thoughtful.”

           He beamed, and you wondered if his smile had always been so dazzling.

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