no one is gonna reblog this and i will laugh


Can we take a moment to realize that Zhan Zheng Xi is such a great friend? I didn’t realize how many times he worries about Jian Yi, takes care of him or shows affection until I made this compilation. Now I’m fucked up, lmao.

He really really loves Jian Yi.

instead of talking about brandon coming out story why not talk about how chicken broiler christian borle laugh like he bout to kill someone


27.06.16 // looking everywhere else but at you


Dans gonna have to buy phil one of those backpack stuffed animals with a leash on it for american tatinof, he cant even keep track of him on the damn tube

I found a screenshot of a tweet that made me laugh that I took a while ago but now im realizing its fake, credit to @fakephan_tweets (on twitter i’m assuming) for a brilliant idea that has probably actually happened irl lets be honest

***Bonus points: reblog with what dan based story you think phil was telling that poor random old lady***

EDIT: Credit to the brilliant and lovely @destihelp on Instagram!!! go check her out!!! 

Wow Gray, Kinky Much? | G.D.

Requested By: Anon


It was a peaceful Saturday afternoon in L.A. You were laying on a couch, your head in Grayson’s lap. You were scrolling through tumblr, and he was distractedly running his fingers through your hair. You stopped abruptly at one post, a laugh bubbling up from your throat.

“What, Y/N” Grayson asked. You angled the phone so he couldn’t see the screen, and smirked up at him. “Nothing, Gray. It’s nothing.” But you were laughing. “Nooo, Y/N tell meee,” he whined. “I mean ok, but you asked for it bup.” You told him, before sitting up and clearing your throat.

“Okay, Gray, it’s a picture of you. And you’re holding up a shoe-

“Wait, how is this funny?” He butted in. You shushed him.

“I’m getting to it. Anyway, you’re holding up your shoe and the first caption says ’wow, that’s a big shoe you got there Gray.’ And then someone reblogged it and said ‘Well, the bigger the feet the bigger the meat.” You could barely get through it without laughing. Gray turned red. “Sometimes I’m real glad I’m not on tumblr,” He mumbled. You just laughed harder. “Okay, you know what, we’re gonna go find some other dirty stuff, because this is hilarious!” You quickly clicked over to their youtube channel, and scrolled deep into the comments before stumbling on your first one. “Lick lick lick, I wanna eat yo dick,” You read. Gray had his cringe face on. “Wow, that one even rhymed,” you laughed to yourself. Just then Ethan walked out into the living room.

“Hey guys, what’s up? Are you being all coupley and shit, because if so, I’m out.”

“No E, I’m actually just making Gray cringe, wanna join us?” You responded. His face lit up. “Definitely! I’m always up for embarrassing Gray!”

“Alright then, shall we continue? Kelsey G. says ‘Ok, so I’m an Ethan girl (at which E smiled proudly) but Grayson can make me feel some type of way. Sometimes I accidentally start fantasizing about fucking him. Like damn, that would be so good.” You read. Ethan snorted. Grayson screeched in horror. “Wait, it gets worse,” you smirked. 

“Fiona Trickzzz says ‘Omg Grayson is daddy material. Like, I bet during sex he’d make you call him daddy, so I call him that too when I’m alone. I’m just getting ready, you know?’ Oh my gosh!!” You laughed. Gray just looked kinda uncomfortable, and went “No, that’s Ethan’s thing, okay.” Ethan looked away, but he couldn’t hide his smirk.

“Okay, next one. ‘So we all know that Gray likes choking people. And omG he has the perfect arms for it!! Wow, It’s so hot to even think about..” You burst out laughing. “Wow Gray, kinky much?” He just blushed even harder, and groaned. “Nooooooo. Y/N, can we be done now, this is so uncomfortable.” You shook your head, still laughing.

“Fine Gray. You just gotta promise that the only person you’ll ever choke is me.”

Him and Ethan burst out laughing. “Okay, definitely. I will only ever choke you, I promise. I will choke you in sickness and health, for richer or for poor. I will choke you until death do us part.”

You just giggled and fell into his arms.

“I love you.”

anonymous asked:

I hope next time you inform yourself before making an assumption and criticizing others. Keep in mind that everything in life comes around and karma is a bitch so one day something bad is gonna happen to you and everyone is going to be too busy laughing at your misery to take time and recognize all the things you've ever work for. You're not that different from Pewdiepie. Laughing at him makes you as bad as him.

foxinaforestofstars  asked:

Hey, so I absolutely adored what you wrote for my last request. Can I request more of Jackaboy with a pregnant reader, please? Maybe they've been trying for a while and the test is finally positive and Jack just can't wait to announce it to the world? Thanks in advance!

It was time. The minutes had passed, you kept your eyes clenched tight. Sean was pacing outside the bathroom door. The last three tests - in about as many months - had been negative and you weren’t sure your little heart could take it again.

“We can always go to a doctor to help us?” jack called through the door, his ceaseless fidgeting quieting for the moment. “If it’s negative, I mean. See if maybe it’s something wrong with one of us?”

Your heart broke a little at the anxiety in your beloved’s voice, knowing he was just as desperate for the little plus sign as you. If not more.

Playing Dream Daddy did seem to have increased his desire for a child.


You took a deep breath, neglecting to answer in favor of slowly turning the pregnancy test to look.

“Oh my god.”

Your voice cracked and you let out a tiny sob. Assuming the worse, Sean flung the door open. Tears were already threatening his ocean blues, and he wrapped his arms around you. “Oh sweetheart… I’m sorry. Tomorrow we can schedule-”

“Sean, look!

Four months passed and the Septic fandom had noticed you were reluctant to come on camera. Had you been harassed or something? Were you and Jack having problems and you didn’t want to be involved with them anymore?

Many were worried, sending you messages on social media, drawing cute pictures of you in attempts to cheer you up.

“They’re so sweet,” you commented one night, curled up in one of Sean’s hoodies. He was editing a RYC, and you were munching on your favorite snack. A mug of peppermint tea was on standby, as was coffee for your fiancé. “Someone drew me and Sam.”

“Aww, look how cute!” He grinned at you, kissing your cheek. “Just like you.”

“Have you told Mark or the others?” You asked after a moment of comfortable silence. You’d been prompted by a Dark and Anti fanart, which had ended up in your tumblr tag. Probably because you jokingly said you preferred Dark.

“Felix knows, and I’ve been hinting it to to Mark and Ethan but I dunno if they just haven’t figured it out or if they think it’s me saying I want a kid.”

“Bet you a coffee Ethan gets it first.”

“Only if you get decaf.”

They were getting really concerned now. You were mentioning feeling sick and tired in tweets and Jack was saying you just didn’t have the energy to sit and play a game with him right now.

Were you seriously ill?

Jack would’ve told them, right?

Was it leading to an Anti reveal?

You laughed at that theory, reblogging it with no tags just to watch people set things on fire. “They think Anti’s gonna kill me.”

“Maybe they think Anti’s gonna take you over?” He suggested, setting a bright purple mug in front of you. A fan had given it to you after your engagement to Sean had been announced. On it was a large Sam Septiceye, and the words Mrs. Septiceye in radioactive green cursive.

It was one of your favorites.

“Ooh I like that idea, let’s do something with it.” He laughed at you, nudging the ginger tea towards you. The morning sickness had mostly subsided - it hadn’t been super horrible but neither of you were fond of vomit- but the ginger helped a lot.

“Maybe after our wee bab finally joins us?” He suggested, turning back to the tv. “We should tell them though, you are over halfway along.”

You sipped from your mug with a grin. “How should we do that, Mr. Eye?” Sean sat back, an arm around your shoulders.

“A video probably. Let them know you aren’t dying or somethin’. We can Vlog going to buy baby furniture and not tell them it’s for us until the end.”

“How’s my favorite preggo?”

“You can’t just call her that, Ethan. That’s rude.”

“It’s okay Mark-”

“You gotta ask how miss preggo is!”> Ethan and Mark dissolved into giggles on the screen, and you sighed. Sean was giggling too, trying to hide it in his coffee mug. Amy looked sympathetic, flicking Mark’s ear.

“For real though, you’re doing okay right?”

At that, the boys settled and sat eagerly. You smiled at them all, nodding. “Yeah. Doc says we’re both healthy as can be, and my delivery shouldn’t have any complications.” Ethan looked relieved suddenly, and it dawned on you.

The boys had been nervous for you, but hadn’t wanted to stress you out.

“We just filmed a trip to the furniture store too,” Sean cut in. “To announce the baby ya know?”

“At last!” Mark giggled. “Jack’s been so patient but all I’ve heard is how excited he is to tell everyone.”

A look of betrayal took over your fiancé’s face and he leaned close to the camera so the others could only see his bright eyes. “Traitor.”

The video went up not too long after that. Your stomach was kept out of frame for the most part, but was hidden under an oversized sweater when it was shown.

“So what color is the nursery?”

“I think the light grey and purple they showed us?” You answered, referring to the people you’d gone too for paint samples. “So maybe a purple bedset for the bassinet?”

“It’ll go with the big ass teddy bear Felix bought.”

“I found the cutest pajama thing!”

“Sean that’s… okay, yeah that’s pretty cute.”

“We’re getting it.”

It wasn’t until you guys were back at home, and you led Sean into the spare-room-turned-nursery that the pieces finally came together.

You guys weren’t shopping for someone else’s baby, but your own.

“Surprise!” You both shouted, standing beside a large sign with your due date plastered in green and purple letters.

I love doing the pregnant fiancée thing! For @foxinaforestofstars 💚

Apologies Owed

Summary: After accidentally overhearing Jeremy tell someone what the Halloween party was like from his perspective, Chloe thinks back on her actions and realizes that she really owes some people an apology. (ft some pining pinkberry and background meremine)
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Words: 2,423
TW: talk of past sexual assault

Jake was holding a small house warming party/sleepover thing that only consisted of the core friend group that he said was to “try and make the big fancy new house feel lived in,” but most people could guess he just used that wording to mask the fact that he was desperate for company after living alone for so long. Everyone had spent a few hours drinking wine and having increasingly strange conversations in the sitting room, but eventually they all had scattered to the wind. Jenna had to skedaddle home to look after her little brother, Jeremy, Michael, and Christine had gone upstairs to find a room in which to sleep, Chloe and Brooke decided to follow their lead and found a room as well, and Jake and Rich had passed out where they sat in the sitting room.

However, as Chloe lay in the dark about a foot away from a sleeping Brooke, she found herself oddly wakeful. She sat up and saw light shining under the door from the hallway, and decided to get up go to the bathroom. Once in there, she just stared at her own face in the mirror for a few minutes, playing with her hair and poking at her face.

As she walked back down the hallway, she heard talking from behind one of the doors. She was just going to ignore it and keep going, but she heard someone say her name. “You know when Chloe brought me to Jake’s parents’ room at the party?” It sounded like Jeremy. She knelt down and peered through the keyhole, and it indeed was the pale skinny young man. *He sat crossed-legged on the floor, looking a little teary eyed, with Christine and Michael each holding one of his hands.

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None of the babes I post want to see that shriveled hot dog you call a penis

If you only post nudes and reblog/like a babe from her onto your dusty porn blog you’re gonna get sliced and diced

If you slide into my inbox thinking I’m one of the babes posted or heck even if I’m one of the babes posted with some nonsense I am going to share it so we can all have a good heartfelt laugh together

-Lulu Mod

anonymous asked:

Ten minute prompt: Rose and Ten go to a parallel universe where DW is a tv show, they read fanfiction about them

This basically developed into a one-shot instead of a ten minute prompt… Hope you enjoy!

“This can’t be right,” the Doctor said, his voice muffled from the screwdriver that was currently being held between his teeth.

One of his hands was toying with something on the top of the console and the other was furiously typing on a keyboard of some sort while he stared at a monitor.

Rose frowned and stepped up behind him to stare at the screen. The writing was in some sort of circular language that she’d seen before but couldn’t read so she just licked her lips in concern. “What’s wrong?”

He ran a hand through his hair and spoke again, this time causing the screwdriver to clatter to the grating, but he didn’t even seem to notice. “She’s saying we’re in a parallel universe. But that’s not remotely possible.”

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anonymous asked:

Something I've noticed is that whenever Louis' laughing or gonna laugh, whatever Harry is doing at the moment, he's gonna pause and look at Louis and smile then continues. Look at the last gif you reblogged. They're so in love, it hurts to look hahaha

He always checks, like habit, even if it’s to the TV monitors. It’s something we notice and other people dismiss. Like Louis whispering “43!” when asked how many push-ups Harry can do. He could’ve said NOTHING. And no one would’ve cared, including Harry. And yet…

I’m honestly tired of fighting with users on here. I’m tired of fighting about petty nonsense and I’m tired of fighting about shit that’s three years old already. I just wanna make gifs and reblog stuff in peace. There’s a reason why I’m not even answering your messages and just deleting them straight up. Or responding to those posts where you link my blog to that devil’s anus of a podcast that I have blocked (did y’all think no one was gonna tell me something?). Uh-uh, sorry, Beckys.

If y’all wanna stay mad, stay mad. I’ll be here doing me and I’m not gonna be paying you any more attention. And if y’all still wanna try it with me, all I’mma do is laugh cuz you’re not bothering me any but I seem to have you really bothered.

BYE! 😎


WHOA!! Thank you all for your support!! Sometimes I don’t feel like posting or don’t have any ideas, but looking through the tags of our reblogs gives me a lot of motivation to keep working harder! A lot of things have happened since our last follower special (*cough* Engeki Haikyuu*) that have kiiiiind of made me less active on here, but thank you for sticking with me! I hope my posts have made you laugh or smile. :)

~Mod Kuroo

HOLY SHIT!! WE’VE REACHED ANOTHER LANDMARK!!! I cannot believe that over 5,000 people like our blog enough to follow it… I’m just so overwhelmed by all the support! I’m gonna make this short because you’ve all heard it before, but thank you guys so much for reblogging and liking and sending confessions. You guys are the ones that make running this blog enjoyable. <3

~Mod Bokuto

anonymous asked:

(("is that dick gluten free" that meme you reblogged is amazing lmfao))

;;sadly bc of my “no-nsfw innuendos only” rule im probably not gonna use those nsfw ones, but all of them made me laugh- i dont usually reblog rp starters bc theyre blandish but i like this one bc its shit u can actually find in conversations tbfh lmao

  • Noiz: Hey Aoba, does Ren like to do it... doggy style?
  • Aoba: For fuck's sake, Noiz-
  • Ren: Actually, we prefer to be intimate in a missionary position while staring lovingly, yet passionately into each others' eyes.
  • Aoba: REN!
  • Ren: Sometimes I stare so long he gets really uncomfortable and laughs.
  • Aoba: REN. >////<
  • Ren: It's because I sometimes forget that I still have to blink.
  • Aoba: REN, STOP. >o<;
  • *awkward pause*
  • Noiz: Um yeah, I was actually trying to make fun of you but thanks for that extremely vivid and disturbing image. =__=;

…so, if he’s not going to take Anakin’s name, are they at least gonna hyphenate?

Kenobi-Skywalker? Or Skywalker-Kenobi? 

…or do a mashup name? Kenobwalker? Skynobi?! 

I get the impression this is going to lead to a lot of bickering about alphabetical order and who picked dinner last night and “why don’t we ever go with MY suggestion”. 

(I’m glad you nerds enjoyed this one.) ;) 


I was harrassed by a particularly nasty catcaller earlier today and try as I might to just put it out of my mind, I couldn’t, and it pretty much bothered me all day, most of which I spent imagining ruthless and horrible ways for that skidmark to die. I was so grossed out in the moment that I was speechless in fact. But these are a few ways that I’ve dealt with them in the past that give me some fucking satisfaction. Please remember to be safe when engaging with these sick fucks though, because gross dudes have no morals and I want you to stay safe. Don’t do these things if you’re confronted in a dark alley or an empty street. (Though, really you should just stay away from dark alleys all together…) These things are okay to do in well lit, populated places, and even then use your best judgement. If you feel legitimately threatened, keep moving and let them wallow in their horrible little lives.

I like this one a lot because it has the potential to teach them a real lesson if they aren’t complete scum. (Rare, I know, but maybe some of them are just getting into the catcalling game or doing it because of peer pressure or something.) First, just ask them “Why?” Regardless of what they said, just a basic ‘why’ will trip them up a little. Then, when they give you nothing that could justify their actions, because nothing will, continue to pry. Ask them what they expected to accomplish, or whether they considered how uncomfortable their intrusion into your bubble would make you. Ask them if their grandmother would approve of what they were doing. Even if you get nothing that could be considered a respectable response you may have made them consider how their sick arrogance is making other people feel. You might even get an apology.

And I mean really laugh. Derisively and cruelly laugh at their utter stupidity in thinking that catcalling is an effective way to meet women. Put yourself into hysterics. This is only appropriate on rare occasions as it can provoke violence. You’re taking a direct shot at their fragile ego.

Or express in some other way that you find them repulsive. I like to look them up and down and give them my best 'turning my nose up like there’s shit under it’ look. And most of the time this is just naturally my instictive response. But again, you’re taking a shot at their ego, and this will almost always garnish a negative retaliatory response, probalby something along the lines of them calling you a bitch as you walk away. But making them angry makes me happy because they deserve it.

Stop and turn to them like you’re going to engage, but don’t say anything. Aim your gaze just over their shoulder and then, (either with the most serene smile, or completely deadpan), say “You’re gonna die soon.” Then, turn and walk away. Honestly this can get the most hilarious responses. I had one guy check over his shoulder like four times before he realized I’d walked away. (I could see him in the reflection of a window.) It was really really hard not to bust out laughing.



So if you want to push, I’m a shove
If you want to spar we can do it no gloves
And if you’re gonna run at me you better do it hard
Cuz I fear no fall, no brawl, no scars
I’m too pounds shy of a bomb
I’m one shade short of alarm
I’m too past wrath that I’m calm
Got two last laughs in my palms
I’m three degrees west of a hurricane
Four wheel drive with a ball ‘n chain 

And you don’t want to press your luck, better back up and withdraw
Cuz trust me when I tell you you don’t want that tooth 'n claw
And you don’t want to see inside the mind of a savage kind
And you don’t want that recognition of “oh, there goes that guy”
But if you do decide that you are gonna play that hand and try
Just think before you act because your actions don’t rewind 

a little beef I have with fandom today: if you’re a mod of a thing pls make sure you do your job without any bias bc holy fuck is it annoying and discouraging when you participate in something and want to have a good time regardless but that one dick is out to ruin your day