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agirlcalledfrost  asked:

OH OH OH PLEASE TELL US A BOARDING SCHOOL STORY PRETTY PLEASE

so my school had this thing called “senior skip day,” except that senior skip day didn’t exist and every year the administration sent out emails in the spring that were like DON’T FUCKIN SKIP CLASS OR YOU WILL RECEIVE RESTRICTION (restriction was like, my boarding school’s equivalent of detention where instead of staying after school you had to go to bed early and help stuff envelopes advertising the summer program until your hands were BLOODIED AND CRIPPLED BY CARPAL TUNNEL) and every year the seniors were like YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!

  • spoiler alert: yes they can? THEY ALWAYS CAN.
  • 200 years of american high school and teenagers still think that there is a cap limit on kids in detention and that you can leave after 15 minutes if the teacher doesn’t show up.

anyway, my senior year, we all got together and nattered at each other until some brave soldier (i feel like it was my friend paula but WHO KNOWS) was like “OK SENIOR SKIP DAY IS THIS THURSDAY!!!! NOBODY GO TO CLASS OR UR A SCAB.”

  • she didn’t say scab because she’s not from the 1920s and we aren’t newsies, though this story would be way more interesting if we were
  • what she said was “YOLO THEY CAN’T PUNISH ALL OF US!!!!!”
  • except not yolo because it was 2009 and drake hadn’t been invented yet except as a dear sweet boy in a wheelchair.

we also used this email system to communicate with one another that has very deeply informed the way i understand email and which probably makes it very frustrating to be my friend and receive emails that have subject lines like “URGENT” and then just 42 links to the same florida georgia line youtube video.

  • I’M NOT ASHAMED, but in that way where like i kind of AM ashamed so i’m really aggressively NOT ashamed? 

so the day of reckoning rolls around and my alarm goes off at 8 (class started at 8:05 but i liked to PLAY WITH FIRE when it came to being late; my mom actually asked the school to stop emailing her when i was a sophomore because i was late so often that their rote “Mrs. Ofgeography we are emailing you to say—” was CLOGGING UP HER INBOX and she was like “i GET IT MY CHILD IS THE MOST BORING MISCREANT OF ALL TIME.”) and i looked at my roommate elle and she looked at me and went, “you going?”

“hell no,” i said. “YOLO. they can’t punish all of us.”

elle, who was far prettier and far cooler than i was with the notable exception of her obsession with tswift’s “love story” and her tendency to look at the endangered species list and cry sometimes during study hall, quickly bizounced across the street to this shopping center thing where all the cool kids smoked in secret where huge trucks dropped off clothes for the Dress Barn. i think there were also tennis courts nearby. more importantly there was this chinese food delivery place and a lil restaurant that made HELLA BAGELS.

  • WHAT KIND OF BAGELS?
  • FUCKIN
  • HELLA.

off goes elle! meanwhile i’m like, “yessssss i’m gonna use senior skip day to watch 14 hours of tv shows and eat frozen peanut butter bars that i stole from the dining hall! I’M GONNA LIVE LIKE I’M 23 ALONE IN CHICAGO ON A WEEKEND WHEN MY ONLY PLAN IS TAKEOUT AND CUDDLING WITH THE FAUX-SNOW-LEOPARD BLANKET I WILL ONE DAY SURELY OWN.” 

of course, during this time the administration was continuing to send out emails that reminded us with increasing urgency that senior skip day was NOT A THING and that we were ALL GETTING RESTRICTION if we didn’t get our STUPID ASSES TO CLASS, GODDAMNIT, WE ARE NOT RUNNING A CIRCUS HERE. 

but i was like! yolo, motherfuckers!!! i already got into college, YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME.

at some point during the day elle and our friend ginna came back to the room with takeout from the chinese delivery place and we sat on our floor eating it and probably watching veronica mars or looking at the endangered species list and crying.

all of a sudden, elle said, “guys shut up, guys shut up, GUYS SHUT UP,” and ginna and i were like, “WHAT we have a LOT to SAY about FRIED FUCKING DUMPLINGS, ELLE,“ and elle said, "did you hear that?”

“hear what?”

that!”

‘that’ was the sound of one of our dorm moms, mrs. f, knocking on doors and saying things like, “IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR BUTTS TO CLASS IN 5 MINUTES YOU’RE ON CATEGORY 4 RESTRICTION FOREVER.” elle quickly scampered up our raised beds to hide in the corner, where a tiny human like elle could actually hide from view; i leapt immediately into what we called a closet but was basically a cubby with a flap that was DEFINITELY not meant for a 5'8” individual with knobby as hell knees.

our door, which was never locked because we both hated the effort of typing in the lock code, opened. mrs. f said, “mollyhall?”

i held my breath. 

  • i should add here that i seemed to be operating on like a scooby-doo level of logic where basically i thought that she was somehow NOT ALLOWED to investigate?
  • like, if she can’t see me, there is NO POSSIBLE WAY that she could prove i’m in here, right?
  • she’ll just poke her head in and be like oH GOSH NO KIDS HERE and leave!!

you can see the flaw in my logic.

mrs. f sighed. “mollyhall, i know you’re in here, i literally heard your voice ten seconds ago.”

  • there’s no WAY she guesses i’m in the closet!!!

“mollyhall, i know you’re in the closet.”

  • NO YOU DON’T
  • I AM SCHRÖDINGER’S SENIOR

“mollyhall—”

there was a creak. mrs. f stopped. it wasn’t actually a “creak,” so much as this like, prolonged groan? like it’s the sound an elephant would make if it sat on a really large accordion.

i poked my head out of the closet. mrs. f looked at me. elle sat up.

i said, “where’s ginna?”

  • YOU KNOW WHERE GINNA WAS.

“um,” said elle, “she’s in the—”

  • GINNA NO

ginna yes.

i really wish i could describe the sound the ceiling made when it collapsed. it sounded a lot like the way losing your breath feels. i sort of remember ginna falling in like, really slow motion, like i could see the expression on her face. i didn’t really think about how i would describe this in words. ginna’s face said:

  • oh no.
  • what have i done?
  • this was a mistake. 
  • i regret a series of decisions that i have made.
  • is there a way out of this?
  • are those oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • why are there oreos under mollyhall’s pillow?
  • mollyhall, you HAVE a food cupboard, what good is a food cupboard if you don’t—
  • oh, crap.

she belly flopped onto the floor. i mean, the girl bounced. and then she just laid there. mrs. f looked at her. elle looked at her. i looked at her, still mostly in the closet. we were all going to get category 4 restriction forever.

ginna said, “hi, mrs. f. i feel like i should explain.”

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Dipper had Grunkle Stan teach him how to box freshman year onwards, to help him deal with a bullying problem. He refused to join the school’s team back at Piedmont, though. Boxing is sacred to his time in Gravity Falls, the only place he feels at home. 

The bullies left him alone when he scored a neat sucker punch that first fight outside the school. He stays fit anyway, though, because there’s always gonna be someone meaner out there than them. 

anonymous asked:

Have you ever drawn Stan and Luffy in each other's signature outfits?

A perfect fit.

Folie a Deux in a nutshell
  • Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes: wtf is this song even about idk man but I am going to chant until my lungs give out sO boycOTT LOOOOOOOVE -
  • I Don't Care: yeah, fuck you too
  • She's My Winona: apparently this baby boy with long eyelashes is Zeus
  • America's Suitehearts: what am I idk but I'm catchy af
  • Headfirst Slide Into Cooperstown on a Bad Bet: actually about a wife who was cheating on her husband but you'd never know because enunciATING IS OVERATED ANYWAY.
  • The (Shipped) Gold Standard: mY dAD CauGHT Me a HORseSHOE CRab why idk but fuck it, it didn't make much sense to begin with.
  • (Coffee's for Closers): hey this actually makes sense and has a deep meaning to be yourself butwhenyousearchforitingooglesomefuckingmovieshowsupwhat
  • What a Catch, Donnie: I'M noT cRYInG I'm jUST sweaTINg frOm MY EYeSohheybrendonurie
  • 27: we wanna be cool like other bands, but unfortunately we are too adorable af and emo, sooooo alsoPat'svoiceishellasmoothinthissongtbh
  • Tiffany Blews: icertainlydidnothavethissongstuckinmyheadliterallyalldaywhat also I'm not a crybaby, I'm THE crybaby, get it right, god
  • w.a.m.s.: wat alsotheinterludeattheendishotasfuckohmygod
  • 20 Dollar Nosebleed: drugs, why, because Brendon Urie is here feat. angsty poetry by Pete
  • West Coast Smoker: what the hell are you even speaking English Pat also knoCK onCE fOr THe faTHEr, TWicE fOr THE SoN, ThreE TImeS fOr THE HoLy ghOST feat. Pete screams
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Warnings: Alcohol, sexual mentions, swearing.

It was a warm summers eve. Which turned out to be the perfect day for the party I was throwing tonight. And my best friends, Ethan, Grayson and I were setting up, for it as my parents were out this weekend, I figured why not! And any chance to hang out with them I’ll take, so party it is! “Hey Y/n is this enough?” Ethan asked as he was filling up bowls with punch and alcohol, “Yea that should be good!” I yelled from upstairs not paying too much attention as I was attempting to focus on getting ready. As I was finishing up the finishing touches to my outfit. As I was done getting ready now, I wandered down stairs, to check and see how the boys were doing. As I walked down stairs I could see Ethan on Grayson’s shoulders so he could hang banners up. As I entered the room,”Hey how do I look?” I asked As Grayson turned around. And somehow dropped Ethan in the process. “Ow gray what the hell?” Ethan yelled out as he landed from his fall. “Oh hey Y/n you look hot by the way.” Ethan said still laying on the ground. Which made me giggle. You see we’ve all been friends for quite some time, since 5th grade to be specific. All of my feelings for them have been as best friends to be honest , I mean I’ve always had a small crush on Grayson. But I mean who doesn’t? The boy could make anyone fall in love with him, by even a simple laugh or smile. I mean don’t get me wrong Ethan’s adorable too. But there’s just something about Gray that I’ve always found interesting. I couldn’t pin point it even if you asked me. But I could already tell you he felt nowhere near the same, and if he did, then damn he was good at masking it. As I was thinking about things for the party, my train of thought was broken. As Grayson tapped me on the shoulder “Hey Y/n? Can we talk for a sec?” he asked. “Yea Gray of course about wha-“ I attempted to reply but instead got interrupted by my group of friends walking in “Guess who’s here?” My best friend yelled as she raised her hands up, being followed along by various other guests. “Hey Gray i’ll talk to you later ok?” I said, “Yea ok catch you late.” He replied in a disappointed tone, wonder what he wanted? As the night longed on, many drinks were consumed by me, maybe a little too many, well maybe a lot too many. As I was slowly losing myself in the party, I was approached by a few of the guys from the school football team. I mean they’re attractive hell yea, but none of them were Gray to be honest. I didn’t really know any of them to be honest. Maybe one or two but any times a good time right. “Hey Y/n do you want to dance?” your friend asked, just as you were about to follow her. One of the guys stopped you, a tall dark haired one. Probably the cutest one out of the group of guys to be honest. “Hey do you think she could wait and I could have this dance?” he slurred out. “Um ok yea sure.” I replied. Honestly I’m wasted out of my mind. So anything sounds fun at the moment.. As we danced he started to crack some jokes which made me burst out laughing, honestly thinking now they weren’t even that funny, he was just really hot at the time. As we continued on dancing for a few more songs, I could see Grayson sitting down sulkily in the corner alone. Man I wonder what his problem was. Shaking him off I decided to join the boy and a few of his friends into the house for more drinks. As a tall blonde boy poured me and the dark haired boy a drink, he kissed me. I mean not a bad kiss to be honest. But I was drunk, naïve it sounded like a good idea but now I completely regret it. As we continued to make out in the middle of the hall. seeing He decided to bring me up stairs, making me laugh as he was in a rush to get in the spare bedroom. As he continued to make advances I guess I passed out or something. Because the next thing I see is a group of teenage boys hovering over me, conversing on what they were going to do to me. As one was about to make a move, Grayson Bursts into the room, I don’t even know how he knew we were in here, but honestly I’m grateful he did. “What the fuck do you guy’s think you’re fixing to do to her?” He yelled out frightening them. “Well what do you think dude? Leave us bro she’s gone she won’t remember it anyway.” “That’s my girlfriend dude back off!” he yelled, making the group of boys exit the room angrily. As he neared the bed you laid there tearing up as he sat next to you. “Hey Y/n come on let’s go to my place, you can sleep in my room I’ll sleep on the couch.” He offered as he picked me up in his arms. “Ok” I barely slurred out. As he carried me into his car, opening the door and placing me in gently, he gracefully flipped off the group of fuck boys as he drove off into the dark roads. He wasn’t drunk, not even in the slightest compared to myself. Him and E never really saw the point in drinking. So they rarely succumbed to the substance. As the car ride continued I felt my self sober up almost completely. “Hey Gray thanks for that by the way.” You mumbled out looking at the beautiful boy as he drove. “No problem, anything for you y/n.” he replied gently. The rest of the car ride was silent, causing me to slowly drift off into a light slumber. As he pulled into the driveway, he lightly exited the car, and opened my door to gently pick me up and unlock the door. I’m kind of impressed to be honest as he did all of that on handed as he had me in the other. As the brunette boy entered his and Ethan’s shared house. He did as promised and let me stay in his room, as he placed me on the bed. Exiting the room as he presumed I was asleep. I gently called out “Gray can we cuddle please?” He turned around with a shocked expression on his face. Which I couldn’t fully comprehend as we cuddled often to be honest. “What no, go to sleep y/n I’ll see you in the morning!” He argued. “Grayson pleaseeeeeeee!” you begged your friend as he was about to exit the room. “You aren’t giving up are you?” he asked already knowing the answer. “Nope!” you answered smiling widely, still weakened from your drunken state, you attempted to sit up but fell right back into your previous laying position. Seconds later he shyly crawled onto the bed next to you holding on to you tightly. “Hey gray what did you want to talk about earlier?” you asked, shocking him once more as he expected you forgot about his earlier action. “Oh nothing haha, just something about a video.” Replied, you not giving into his bullshit answer, gave hima simple “mhmmm”. As you looked up to him through tired eyes. “You know I like you a lot right?” he quietly said. Which caught you by surprise making you jump a little bit. What? You like me? Grayson Bailey Dolan likes me, how is that even possible. You thought to yourself. I mean come on he’s basically a god from the heavens. Perfect hazel eyes, Perfect smile, Perfect laugh. Damn he’s just perfect. And he likes me? How is that even possible. “What?” you asked out to him as he cuddled into you more. “Yea I mean it’s not like I’ve been in love with you since 5th grade or anything.” He awkwardly states. Hold up, Grayson loves me, let alone likes me. Jesus I think I’m fully sober now. “Are you sure? You aren’t just thinking of a different girl gray?” I asked out hoping the answer was no. “No im fully sure I love you y/n. I mean I’d rather not say it to you in the current situation. Because you might not even remember this. But I really, really like you like a lot. And it would mean a lot if I could ask you out tomorrow night to be honest.” He asked as he stroked your hair lightly. “I like you too gray, a lot. And I think I’ll take up that date offer.” I replied as I was slowly falling asleep. “I love you.” He said as he cuddled me more, if that was even tighter if that was possible. “I love you more Dolan” I said. Meaning it with all of my heart. I really did love this boy.


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Ayyyy~ some Mage AU sketches! 

funkyhunkygrunklestans *points at screen* LOOK! MULLET FORD! Both the Stans have mullet in this AU!!! And I decided that Ford only wear his glasses for reading. And nyeehhh, I am too lazy to properly tone the sketch… *crawls under table*

the fandoms as of late
  • rwby fandom: nah we are good /has screaming and crying fans
  • gf fandom: /iNCOHERENT SOBBING FROM THE SERIES FINALE
  • steven universe: p okay
  • adventure time: p okay as well
  • undertale: should be dead already...but it refused
  • miraculous ladybug: /has a fUCKLOAD of theories and shit (and sin, too)
  • yeah i think we are totally okay!

Secret agent maaaaaaaan~
OH YEAH check out his guns

royal arranged marriage gerita au where lud is the one who’s way calmer about the whole thing than feli. ludwig is just like “well it was bound to happen anyway that i’d get married off to someone because of Politics, at least this guy is…tolerable?” (he is more than tolerable; ludwig has, in fact, been pining for feli since…probably their first conversation.) meanwhile feli’s just like “ok i know this is for the good of the kingdom or whatever but could i at least have been married to someone i know??? who is this guy why does he like such weird stodgy food why is it so cold here” (feli learns the wonders of layering, ends up brokering a frankly incredible multinational deal to increase spice imports, and falls for lud pretty fast after he manages to separate the political deal from the person.)

anonymous asked:

Didnt like that "bittersweet ending" at all..💔 I wanted jack to be happy... Now that ashi is gone and probably reincarnated as a 🐞, where the hell is cricket girl when you need her?!😱

I’m honestly already figuring out a way for Jack to not only get his lost love back but *whispers* also get the cricket girl too via threesome. Because once Ashi comes to be in a higher plane of existence, she’s definitely going to want to find some happiness for Jack cause she’s so far still tethered to his reality but not enough to full manifest there. So she’s just “Well, let me find you someone to love so you won’t be lonely. Oh hey, shit, I’m falling in love with this person too cause she’s awesome and beautiful and shit!” Ships the two humans she’s fallen in love with and makes it known that yes, she is shipping you two, and yes, she is in love with you two too. Now kiss and let them have fun, astral projection dates in the dream world together!

Originally posted by crazytwistedsinewy-blog

What if the shapeshifter had turned into young Ford instead of the guy on the label of the beans, though.

Edit: I drew the thing.