not sure if i could call it

It’s Complicated - Theo Raeken

Summary: Based of one of my favorite songs Bad Things by MGK ft. Camila Cabello. Takes place during season 6.

Theo Raeken x Reader

Word Count: 2,976

Author’s Note: Second imagine! Wooo! I was never really a Theo girl. I couldn’t understand the appeal since he was evil. But I love this song and I thought it’d be great for Theo. I know the song is called Bad Things, but it could have easily been called it’s complicated. Also, I’m still not 100% sure what Cody’s eye color is. It looks blueish but sorta greenish. Idk. If you know, tell me please. 

It’s late but it’s still Teen Wolf Tuesday

P.S. Some of the words are lyrics to the song. I wish I could take credit, then I could pay off some of this college debt. In other words, I don’t own them.

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Mrs. Douglas was going on about some science experiment she was going to have the class do. But you were too busy staring out the window to pay attention. There was going to be a full moon tonight. Which meant another night you were going to wolf-out. It’s been 3 months since Theo got dragged to wherever the hell he was, which meant it was going to be the 3rd time you’d get chained up at Lydia’s lake house. Theo was your anchor, and with him gone you had no one to think of to calm you.

Some would say you were out of your mind to be in love with Theo Raeken. Some being Stiles. You couldn’t really explained why you fell for the original chimera.

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anonymous asked:

Hi! Love the blog, just wondering if you could help me out (or know of a blog that could). I want to start reading comics from the Archie universe but i'm not sure where to start? + maybe the just the newer style ones? Thank you ^_^

for new readers, i think they should start with the revamped archie comics. the newest titles are part of a universe they called ‘New Riverdale’ and so far there’s: archie vol.2, jughead vol.3, betty and veronica vol.3 , josie and the pussycats vol.2 and reggie and me vol.2. they are basically more modern and updated versions of the characters.

if you like horror, i’d also recommend afterlife with archie and chilling adventures of sabrina. the first one deals with a zombie outbreak in riverdale and the second one is more centered around sabrina learning about her witch abilities.

the comic book series based on the show is also coming out next month so maybe you should keep an eye out for that one :)

Pride Drabble Request

This was requested by an Anon: AH I forgot to include the quotes! Sorry m'dude! With Dwayne Pride 50: “I’ll take your bad days with your good" & 61: “Stay here tonight”

Word Count: 410

Warnings: angst & fluff-ish

Throughout the day, Pride had kept a close eye on you.  There was something off about you today and he could see it.  He wasn’t going to ignore it either.  When everyone was leaving, Pride made sure that you had a reason to stay.  Even though the two of you were dating, you still had your own place.

“[Y/N],” Pride called out, looking in the direction of your desk.  “Ah need ya to correct a small mistake on your report.”  Pride set down the report on his desk, watching LaSalle and Percy leave.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized.  “I should have checked over the details.  What’s wrong with it?”

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anonymous asked:

there was a picture frame with dnp, the glittering silver hat, a dnp brits mug, drawing from when years & years did the blind drawing thing (and he showed that clip as well), tiger food for winston (he's been next to him the whole show) and the clay from jess glynne (and he showed that clip as well)

oh and a piece of paper with their phone numbers so he could call them when something went wrong too haha

caspar lee the actual angel, that’s so cute

he’s gotten so much hate and the fact he’s persevered through and done so fucking well has gained him so much more respect from me (i adored him before) i just love him he’s the best person to have replaced dnp

i’m sure they’ll be super proud of him too! :)

An update.

I realized I didn’t give you guys an update as to what happened the other day.

My great-grandmother was in the hospital on Saturday because she had been having strokes ever since.. Wednesday, I believe. At 6am on Sunday my sister calls me and says that she wasn’t doing very well, and that her and some of my extended family were on the way to the hospital. I called off work because she said she had gotten worse and they weren’t sure if anything was going to happen.

When I reached the hospital, she was in very, very poor condition. The strokes had greatly affected her brain and speech, which worsened her dementia. They drew some blood to run some tests and then she slept for a while. She woke up and seemed to be doing better after a while, but her speech and memory were still pretty badly affected; you could hear her slurring and she kept asking who the younger kids (myself, my sister, and my two cousins) were about.. Every couple minutes or so.

A neurologist came in about 2pm or so and said that she would recover completely. The strokes, despite being frequent, were very minor and did not overly damage her speech capabilities or motor skills. She was doing very well when I left to go back home around 3, and she was actually released yesterday evening.

So, I apologize for worrying anyone, but I didn’t want to give details until I knew for sure what was happening. Thank you those of you who sent me asks, and I promise I’m going to get to the rest of them soon! Someone decided to send me like 30 so I got a bit overwhelmed, haha. LOOKS AT @jellyfish-lizard.

anonymous asked:

Okay so this is urgent! Tomorrow police are surrounding the camps for the dapl and I feel like us witches need to help! I can't be there to protest and help them, but I want to do something! I'm not that skilled yet I'm still a baby witch, what could we do? Is there a spell or something we can do for them? It's not okay what's happening we need such a strong force to help them out!

This is actually due to happen in just a few short hours. :-( I’m not sure what can be done in terms of non-magical actions for those not present there besides the usual things which most of us have already done (calling congressfolk, etc).

 I do think magick can be used in situations like this, though, but realize that it’s very difficult to influence such big events, and you almost definitely need more than a few people working (either together or just on their own) simultaneously to do it. 

One particular working that I’ve been considering for this and other situations is a sort of sketched spell - print or draw a map of the location, then fill it with symbols you associate with safety, in appropriate colors, etc. I really am only saying this because it’s worth a try. 

I’ve been kind of despondent lately and I’m not sure if (even if there were enough of us working) it would have a large effect. But don’t let my despondency discourage everyone from trying some magick, and if anyone else has any ideas, do reblog or reply to share them. I suppose I’m off to get started on this.

 The pipeline situation is scary, and honestly just makes me fear for the world and where things are headed.

anonymous asked:

looked at the wikipedia and one of his titles is "Who comes to the one calling him" which p much describes what happened so like....

While we didn’t call for Tutu specifically, He DOES fit like half of what I’ve come to understand of Aweemowep. But I’m still not sure…

Could any Tutu followers out there give Him a call and see if He’s involved with this? Or just tell me if you’re getting a Tutu vibe??

HEY YOU, FANFIC WRITERS!

Hey! :P

My friend @sean-loves-green wants a fanfic written! Originally I was asked, but I know that there are better writers on here than me and I want my friend to have the best fic possible :) also I don’t think it’s something I can write, but I’m sure some of you could! :D 

This is what my friend has asked for:

If any of you guys wanna do this, just let my friend know and I’m sure they would be grateful! They want a long fic, btw - partly why I can’t really do it xD

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I have been following you guys for some time now and I really like your blog, it has helped with educating myself and other stuff. I asked you a few questions already, the last one being the only one off anon cuz I get nervous about this stuff.
Most of the time I think I pass as a boy, even being called that by strangers quite a few times, but other times I’m not so sure about it. So maybe you guys could give me your opinion? Do you guys think I pass well as a guy? (Alsosorryforthefilteredselfies)

Ahhh hey, I’m glad to hear we’ve been able to help you so! ☺️
I think you pass great as a guy, my friend! 💞
And I LOVE your filters here 😉❤️ I’m a big filters guy, myself!
- Skully 💀

pi-meson  asked:

19 -- kylux

at the edge

The little emperor stood at the edge of the woods. 

“Come looking for gemstones with me,” he said, waving Ren over.

Ren had only been in the service of the heir for a week and was still getting his bearings, still not sure of the lay of the land, but Armitage was confident enough for them both. “Come on!” he called again. He didn’t sound impatient in an annoyed way, Ren decided, he was smiling, excited. He was just impatient to get started, to show Ren what he could find.

“Shouldn’t someone be with us?” Ren asked, stepping on a twig and making it crack as he joined Armitage at the entrance of the forest.

Armitage laughed. “That’s why I have you, silly. You’re even armed.”

“Well, yeah,” Ren said. “But just with a staff.”

“Still, you must be awfully good with it if my father wanted you here,” Armitage said. “And I heard–” He looked around, grinning, like he was sharing a choice cut of gossip. “I heard you’ll get a lightsaber by the time you’re thirteen if your training progresses well.”

Ren’s heart leapt. “Really?”

“Uh huh. But you didn’t hear it from me.”

The air under the heavy canopy was ten degrees cooler, and sunlight filtered in between the branches. “Maybe we’ll find kyber out here?” Ren asked hopefully. Though he wasn’t sure at all where it actually came from, he had to wonder if those were the gems Armitage was talking about.

“Hm, I don’t think so.” Armitage saw the way Ren’s face fell and quickly added, “Well, maybe. I’ve never seen any, but that doesn’t mean it’s not there. Now I have someone to help me look.”

Armitage pulled on his arm and took off, and Ren smiled, knowing the search was probably fruitless but happy to undertake it. 

Wrote a thing. A short(ish), fluffy thing, featuring Clark, Kara, and Alex, inspired by this. (As always, hoping that I’m not stepping on anybody’s toes or anything.)

“She blew out her powers,” Clark explains. His voice cracks, and Jeremiah isn’t sure if it’s from worry or simply due to the boy’s age. “I didn’t even know we could do that.”

“Tell him—tell him what you named it,” Kara wheezes, forcing a smile to her face. It’s strained.

Clark doesn’t say anything right away, looking at his cousin with wide, concerned eyes. He’s never seen her look weak. Or tired. Or hurt.

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@commander-roastedwolf, my love, you must understand that I’m incredibly dense about these sorts of things. You have to tell me straight out that you’re interested, or I’ll never get the hint. Just the day before that (or around that time), you were telling me about how I could call you my “hot British boyfriend.” Granted, it was in the context of fending off other suitors because I told you how uncomfortable it made me to have to go on dates, but still. I think in hindsight, that was obvious flirtation, when put in the context of the other things we talked about. Not to mention how often we talked…how often we discussed romance…the list goes on. You know how I expected you to be taken. I knew about my own attraction to you, but I wasn’t sure about the mutuality of that sentiment. I was surprised when you asked me.

10 years ago this Sunday, with modest expectations and little fanfare, Marco and I launched a side-project called Tumblr—a place where anyone could “post anything and customize everything.”

Why did the world need Tumblr? I wasn’t sure it did. But I did.

2006

The net is vast and infinite. The web browser has become a multimedia powerhouse. “Social media” is upending news and entertainment. One-year-old YouTube has created a phenomenon of “viral video.” Google hits for “podcast” have jumped from 100-thousand to 100-million in less than a year. Twitter has just launched. And the “blogosphere” has become the voice of millions, with the total number of blogs now doubling every six months. Dope.

But for all this progress, some of the internet’s brightest promise is fading. The wide-open and whimsical frontier of the World Wide Web is being reshaped by strict, narrow platforms. Our pictures, videos, music, journals, articles, links, status updates, are spread across a dozen different networks—each specializing in a single medium. The infinitely expressive canvas of HTML has been eclipsed by directories of vanilla-white profile pages. Our digital identities are fractured and engineers make the rules.

Enter Tumblehub Tumblespot Tumblr, a modest solution inspired by an avant-garde community of bloggers calling themselves “tumbleloggers.” The premise, simply, to make space for each individual’s full range of expression. A median between the author’s unfiltered and editorial voice. With complete control over design and presentation, so anyone can create something that truly represents themselves and that is truly unique.

2007

After four months of running my own blog on Tumblr, making tweaks and improvements, we open to the public. Hundreds of thousands of people begin using Tumblr to share some of the most eclectic, clever, and beautiful things we’ve ever seen on the internet.

We are humbled and awestruck.

Racing to keep up, every feature we add attempts to stretch the canvas a little bit more, pushed by this community’s constant and boundless creativity. Five months in, you have captured our hearts. We work up the courage to pursue Tumblr full time.

With a new purpose and brave investors, we close down our web development business and reopen as Tumblr, Inc.

2017

336 million Tumblrs. 146 billion posts. And counting.

A generation of artists, writers, creators, curators, and crusaders that have redefined our culture.

I can’t say this enough: Thank you, thank you, thank you for making Tumblr everything that it is. For everything we’ve built, and all its shortcomings, you have managed to make this one of the most creative, lively, thoughtful, supportive, and open-minded corners of the world.

We have learned so much from you and been so moved by your voices.

The Next Ten Years

The internet is at a crossroads again.

Internet culture has become the prevalent, global culture. These networks expose us to new ideas and information but–too often–trap us in bubbles. The world has been compressed, and we are constantly challenged to reconcile our differences.

With so many barriers to digital expression now lifted, and nearly all modes of media supported across all platforms, there is now an unprecedented opportunity to dedicate this space to freedom, truth, expanded perspective, and positive influence in the world. Tumblr’s focus over the next decade will shift accordingly.

Expression has been and always will be a foundational part of Tumblr—and our roadmap this year will not disappoint—but it is now more urgent than ever to empower positive and productive connections across the communities that thrive here. To create an environment where people are truly safe to be themselves. To ensure positive discourse rises above toxicity. And to protect the free exchange of ideas, from which truth will emerge.

We still have so much to prove and so much we’ve promised you. With this renewed focus, we are determined to deliver.

One Last Thing

From the bottom of my heart, thank you to everyone working on, and who has ever worked on, Tumblr. I’ve learned so much from all of you, and it is a privilege to come to work with so many brilliant and talented people. We couldn’t have done any of this without your maniacal devotion throughout this journey.

Fuck yeah to 10 more 💙

Everything Ep.10 changes

I’ve already made a post briefly summarizing the most important changes, but now let’s get a deeper look at everything I could find whose meaning is different now that we know about the party:

1) Victor watching the video of Yuri dancing to “Stay by Me & Never Leave”

Before: Victor saw the potential Yuri had and decided to coach him

Now: Victor saw the potential Yuri had and, considering the routine is about asking someone to stay by your side, likely also interpreted it as Yuri calling to him to be his coach.

2) Victor’s certainty in his choice

Before: Victor is so sure of himself he didn’t even worry that Yuri might not want to have him as a coach and simply moved to his place without asking.

After: he wasn’t worried because he thought Yuri remembered asking him for it and considering the video of him, Victor assumed that hadn’t changed.

3) The flirting and closeness

Before: Victor doesn’t understand personal space and/or is trolling because he knows how Yuri reacts to flirting

Now: Victor saw Yuri even pole dance half naked. They held each other and danced together. Yuri clung to him while dry-humping him. And Victor clearly had a thing for him at that moment. He didn’t think Yuri would mind the closeness so much because of how Yuri had behaved that night, and all the flirting wasn’t a joke but Victor sincerely interested in Yuri

4) Eros: the playboy was…Yuri

Before: Victor made a routine on Eros where a playboy has the heart of the prettiest girl in town then leaves her. This is likely modeled on himself and his playboy/idol character

After: Victor might have modeled the playboy after Yuri. Yuri showed up, stole his heart, then left to Japan without another word. Sure maybe Victor might not have been too much in love yet, but maybe still enough that it inspired him to make that song. A more indepth analysis of this is here.

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I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn’t say his first name. Not sure why, pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could get was Mischief. His mother called him that until…I remember when Stiles first got his Jeep, it belonged to his mother and she wanted him to have it. The first time he took a spin behind the wheel he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart. Always. We’re here tonight because my goofball son decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.
—  Sheriff Noah Stilinski.
SO TO GODDAMN FUCKING RECAP

Guy tweets homophobic thing at Brad Marchand, and uses the f slur

Brad calls him out, says there are a lot of people that word hurts and he should be ashamed.

guy deletes tweet and pretends it never happens

BRAD RETWEETS A SCREENSHOT OF THE HOMOPHOBIC TWEET SAYING “YOU’RE NOT GETTING OFF THAT EASY”

like imagine if al the NHL Players gave this much of a shit. Like Brad did not need to do that FOR ANY REASON it’s probably a PR nightmare and he doubled down on it. He called out a fan and i’m sure the NHL hates that shit and Brad is still like DOUBLE CALL OUT. and for once someone is risking shit to protect us. This is how you ally. you do it even when it could detriment you and you do it with conviction.

Day Eighty-One

-A pair of jocks came through my lane, eager to make their purchases of Yu-Gi-Oh decks. I can only hope that this was in preparation for a niche offshoot of chess boxing.

-A girl handed her grandmother a five-dollar bill to purchase something for her. After the purchase was made, the girl demanded her money back, as since the item was now bought, the grandmother has no need for it anymore. This has been the ultimate hustle and I am grateful to have been taking notes.

-After I asked a woman a question, she immediately became defensive. I am not sure if I went too far and overstepped the acceptable boundaries of cashier conversation. She stood there, suspicious wondering how I could ask such a question. I stood there, scanning, regretting asking how she was.

-A man called the store to ask permission to ride his hoverboard. He was denied, but I expect the kind of man who wishes to ride a hoverboard to do his shopping is not the kind of man to take no for an answer.

-A kid warned his mother not to eat her credit card. I did not see anything to cause this concern, but I trust he knows her better than I do.

-I was told by an elderly woman that she wished card readers would forcefully physically eject the cards onto the floor once they were done. I will now be paying a visit to the patent office.

-A college-aged man explained to me that the boxers he was purchasing were for emergencies. I understand him and appreciate his foresight.

-A woman’s shirt read “DICKS: Last Resort.” I cannot determine whether she is an overt abstinence-only Christian or an overt bisexual with a preference. Either way, I want this shirt.

-A sheriff came into the store with a serious look on his face. I was immediately filled with existential terror, anxiety, and nervous gas despite having never committed a crime in my life and also being white.

-Four college boys stumbled through my lane post-blaze. I know this as in the middle of his purchase, one stopped, blinked fervently, and loudly announced, “I just realized that there are four of us here!” They all laughed. One suggested investing in stocks. He handed me all of the cash in his wallet.