no really don't do that

Frederick: I just met you therefore I don’t trust you. I will set up ambushes in order to gain my trust.

Owain: I AM OWAIN, THE DARK SWORDSMAN. MY SWORD HAND WILL SLAY THE MOST WICKED.

Lissa: Er Frederick, what about him?

Frederick: eh whatever

syndellwins  asked:

I always read your user name as "surferthesea" and it reminds me of Kisame, LOL

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!! SURFER KISAME IS AN AU I NEED NOW … 

(Also I was just told by another blog that they read it as “suffer thesea”. 😂😂😂 I love how many different interpretations there are of my url hahaha.) 

Originally posted by oneloverastaman

Originally posted by surphile

shoot. now i actually want this to be a thing. I don’t even like Kisame that much but ?!?! Surfer AU?! I’m down. He’d be a cool dude to learn how to surf from ommgg??

| Day 21 | Circus Witch |

Wanna see a man walk on air? Maybe you’re more into water juggling? Fire hula hooping? Aerial straps- or well more like aerial vines, but you get the picture. Wanna talk to animals? Maybe see into the future?

Well if you said yes to any of those (or if you didn’t) we got it all! So come on down- or up -to Miss Pickett’s Flying Circus, where true magic comes to life!

So who wants to go to a flying circus? I promise it’s nothing like the one from Sailor Moon.

monoke-13  asked:

Okay, so, I'm a trans guy and I do drag makeup...But does that make me any less of a guy?! I'm have honest questions about this sorry..

There’s no need to be sorry friend, it’s a valid question. And the answer is no, doing drag makeup or anything like that does not make you any less of a man. you are just as much of a guy as every other man, regardless of what you do. Though it may be hard to deal with, your feelings are all valid. Just know that as long as you identify as a man, you ARE a man, no matter what.

anonymous asked:

Ok I've been seeing the bullet journaling around for months, and now I've been thinking I should try it for my next school year. But I'm a little worried that I might end up either spending too much time on designing it, rather than having it help me be organized or simply just not using it at all. Can I ask about your personal experience on starting it and how you keep yourself motivated to use it? Right now, I am using a typical planner daily.

I would say try out bullet journaling and if you find it’s not for you, you can always go back to using a planner!
Tbh having a bullet journal isn’t supposed to take up a lot of time; it’s purpose is to make your life easier and more organized. You don’t have to spend so much effort and time into making it pretty if you really don’t want to; lots of people don’t which is totally ok! and lots of people do put time and effort into it, which is 100% ok too! There are no rules; it’s your personal “planner” so it’s really all up to you and how you use it to accommodate your own needs 😉

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Jeremy Shada, the voice of Lance in DreamWorks Voltron Legendary Defender, tries out the new DreamWorks Voltron VR Chronicles Game.

#awkward #pining #ministry

Prompts: @tera2
Author: @queenofthyme

Harry read the article again. He didn’t know why he put himself through it. Rita Skeeter’s outlandish claims never failed to make him angry. And he’d already forced The Daily Prophet to run a redaction days ago. 

No, he did know, actually. It was the accompanying image. The one with Draco Malfoy staring right into the camera, unblinking, a challenge in his eyes. It was familiar but at the same time nothing Harry had ever seen before (except during his many rereads of this particular paper). Malfoy had aged. Matured obviously since he was now a Ministry official. There was just something about his face. The same but different. Harry was drawn to it.

“Auror Potter." 

Harry looked up to find that same face at his doorway, focusing a steely gaze on Harry. He was so shocked he forgot he was holding a cup of tea. It dropped to his desk with an embarrassing clatter, spilling its contents, all over Malfoy’s inked face.  

The Malfoy at Harry’s office door – the real one – didn’t move. His eyes flickered down to Harry’s desk, watching the spill unfold passively.

Harry jumped to his feet and quickly bundled up the wet paper, throwing it face down into a waste basket at his feet. He wasn’t sure if he’d been fast enough.

He looked back up to Malfoy, searching for any sign he might have seen. Nothing. But that hardly meant much. Harry suspected Malfoy’s emotions didn’t play so obviously on his face anymore. He nodded in what he hoped was a professional courteous manner. "Dralfoy.”

Harry froze, the awful blunder hitting his ears just as it came out of his mouth. He could feel himself blushing, his palms getting clammy, his knees weak. Was simply Malfoy’s presence enough to make him come undone these days?

And just when he thought things couldn’t get worse, Harry, not quite sure how much longer he’d be able to stand for, slumped back into his seat - or at least attempted to – but misjudged the position and ended up plummeting to the floor instead.

The only saving grace – if there was any positive to the situation at all – was that at least on the floor, behind his desk, he was hidden from sight. He wondered if he crawled under his desk and stayed there, if Malfoy would get the idea and leave. Harry was seriously considering the option when Malfoy came into view again, stepping around the desk to loom over Harry.

He offered a hand. Harry gladly took it, forgetting for a moment the current predicament of said hands. And sure enough, after Malfoy helped Harry to his feet, he quickly let go and wiped his hand on his trousers.

Harry wanted to close his eyes and crawl up into a ball in the corner of the room. He never wanted to look Malfoy in the eye again. In less than a minute, he had made himself look like a complete fool. And all it took was for Malfoy to walk in the bloody room.

Malfoy cleared his throat. “I just came by to say hello. I thought it was polite given we work in the same building now. Which, of course, you already know.” His eyes darted to the waste basket. Shit.

“I had The Daily Prophet write a redaction,” Harry blurted out, as if that would help. Although at least he managed to get the words right this time.

“That was you? I should have guessed. You never miss an opportunity to save my skin.” Malfoy’s lips quirked upward for the smallest moment before his composure returned. “Well, it was nice seeing how the other side lives. I suppose I must get back to it.”

“Right,” Harry managed to nod. “I’ll get the door for you.”

They both stared at the open door.

Having already committed to the pointless task, Harry hurried forward and tripped over his own feet, falling right into Malfoy’s waiting – his reflexes were still as fast as they were in Quidditch – arms. Could Harry be more embarrassing?

Malfoy righted Harry but kept a firm grip on him – perhaps he thought Harry might slump to the floor otherwise, which was probably an accurate assumption at this stage.

There was amusement in Malfoy’s face now, a lightness in his eyes. “Are you always this clumsy, Potter, or am I special?”

“You’re special,” Harry answered quickly as he didn’t want Malfoy to think this was how all his mornings went. Although, after he realised what he’d said, he quickly tried to take it back: “No, I mean, wait, I mean, that’s not what I  -“

Malfoy took a step back, dropping his arms. “No need to be so flustered, Potter,” he interrupted. “I keep all the newspapers with your face on them too.”

Harry’s brain short-circuited. He must have stood there blinking at Malfoy for a solid five seconds before he was able to ask: “All of them?”

“Thirty-four and counting.” Malfoy winked. “You know, Potter, if you were to take me out to dinner, I’m sure the outing might be scandalous enough to make the front page. We could add to both our collections.”

“If I – you – dinner?” Harry repeated, a little discombobulated.

“Why, Potter,” Malfoy said, a cheeky smile appearing on his face, “I thought you’d never ask. I’d love to.”

Harry blinked – it was the only action he was capable of.

Malfoy laughed lightly when Harry didn’t reply. He made to exit, but paused briefly to call out over his shoulder: “I finish at six.”

Only when Malfoy was out of view did Harry let his knees give in.

more like this l @queenofthyme

“We’ve got work tuh-”

“I don’t re~ally wanna do the work Today

I don’t reallywanna do the worktday

I don’t reeelywahna dew the werk~to-day

I don’t. Wanna. Do~worktday”

“Wat -wats this -”

“Uh’ ohhh’”

*choreography*

I don’t reallywanna do the work tday

I don'treeelywahnadew the werktew-day

I don’t. Wanna. Do~worktday"

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