oh my lord do i tag this

Edible Arrangements

(Hilly knows a couple things as a tadpole. He knows there’s probably a lax bro hitting on him, and that Bitty’s super-secret boyfriend may or may not be a middle-age lumberjack sugar daddy.)


Hilly knows a few things about Samwell’s hockey dynamics. He knows he is a tadpole; he initially expects to be hazed to the ground and forced to eat dog food or something like his roommate, who is currently rushing a frat. He expects the Haus to be dirty and filled to the brim with red cups and sticky floorboards. He also knows not to hang out with the lax team because Ransom and Holster said so, even though a cute boy who he thinks is from the lax team winked at him in his Intro to Anthropology class. He knows that NHL’s very own Jack Zimmermann, son of ‘Bad Bob’ Zimmermann and legendary hockey extraordinaire, is a Samwell alumni, and had slept in the very room which Chowder, their goalie, currently inhabits.  

But Hazeapalooza turns out to be nothing as bad as he expects (he even gets homemade pie out of it, even if Holster gives him the side-eye). And the Haus is cleaner than a sports frat house should be. The hockey team is nice (and surprisingly socially aware) and Hilly likes Samwell fair enough, but he misses home sometimes.

But Bitty makes things better. Hilly likes Bitty a lot. He likes hanging around the Haus and watching Bitty roll pastry dough with a practiced, methodical hand because it reminds him of how his mom used to bake cookies for him and his sister. Bitty doesn’t mind too much (he thinks) that Hilly may want to go on a date with a lax bro. Bitty bakes him peach cobbler with crumbles toasted a golden brown and talks about his family’s jam recipes. Bitty is open and warm and welcoming. However, the one thing Bitty doesn’t talk much about is his boyfriend.

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I dont know why I did this 

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I was still trying to doodle him and then I started playing around with the color adjustment. 

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“ you love her - the story still ends. ”

their story, from clarke tearing down lexa’s walls, to lexa’s betrayal, to reconciliation, to forgiveness, to goodbye.

01. Glory and Gore // Lorde ;; 02. If I Had A Heart // Fever Ray ;; 03. Biting Down // Lorde ;; 04. Hardest of Hearts // Florence & the Machine ;; 05. Hunger of the Pine // Vaults (altJ cover) ;; 06. Mt. Washington // Local Natives ;; 07. After the Storm // Mumford & Sons ;; 08. All We Do // Oh Wonder ;; 09. Hello My Old Heart // The Oh Hello’s ;; 10. Can’t Help Falling In Love // Keaton Henson ;; 11. Like Real People Do // Hozier ;; 12. Soldier On // The Temper Trap ;; 13. You // Keaton Henson

anonymous asked:

Can we also talk about how Bakugou went from "weird haired guy" to "Kirishima. Change of plans". Oh man I didn't realize how much I missed the anime *cries*

BOI CAN’T WE I just spent the whole morning crying over seeing the moment Bakugou recognizes Kirishima as an equal animated nbd at all r i p me - I think this might be the first time Bakugou calls anyone by their name, actually, and I just!!! that’s because Bakugou heard Kirishima’s words and recognized him as a good partner and a worthy hero and someone whom he could respect and I’m gonna be grateful for chapter 133 for the insight on this for the rest of my always I !!!!!! have feelings g a h

Anon said: ok ok ok ok but but listen what about BAKGOU AND OCHAKO they are the most popular couple and the most cutest , i think you should try to draw them once i would love love to see this !!! of course just if you want hehe thanx

Ahhh sorry anon but I really don’t ship that - I mean, it’s true that I ship Bakugou with a bunch of people aside from my main two, but if they’re part of Deku’s group you can fairly assume they’re not between my Bakugou ships? And I only romantically ship Uraraka with Deku, Tsuyu and Iida anyway so! You’re probably not gonna see any romantic baku/ocha from me, sorry o<-<

Anon said: Since we know what Bakugou’s parents are like, what do you think Kirishima’s parents are like?

I have a similar ask somewhere asking about Kaminari’s parents as well, so I guess I’ll answer both here?? As a general rule I don’t really like making headcanons over stuff I’m sure the manga will give me in the future, so I can’t say I’ve thought about this too much - there are a few things I work under the assumption of while drawing, like for example I’m taking for granted they both have at least functional families, considering Aizawa personally visited their homes to ask their guardians about allowing them back to school, and if anything had been weird he would have noticed

I like to think Kaminari got his quirk straight from one of his two parents with no mixing happening, and got the Kaminari surname from them as well, but that’s all I ever allowed myself to settle on as far as Kami’s family goes, everything else changes based on what I need for the current scenario I’m thinking about… I do often end back on him being an only child, though - in the same way depending on how angst or lighthearted I want it to be my ideas for Kirishima’s family change a lot, but generally I think I mostly fall back on the idea of him having a big family? In a scenario like that his parents are kind and love him a lot, but having many children and needing to split their attention on all of them might cause them to overlook him a little (it would explain his obsession with being flashy, for me) then again, who knows? I don’t know how canon you can consider the infos SMASH gives, but in one of the strips Kiri mentions working part-time, and the fact that he doesn’t seem to have problems with money kinda makes me believe he might be independent from his family like that (unless he’s a rich kid, also very entertaining as a possiblity)

I’ve seen a lot of headcanons floating around about both of these guys’ families and possibly being related to villains, that would be cool too, though I’m not sure how much I believe it

I’m sorry this ended up being little to no useful at all lol as I said, I just shift between scenarios a lot - imagine settling on one and growing attached and then having to let it go once Hori proves it wrong, that’d be terrible for me

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the-megalosaurus  asked:

i know you're not on the sam/max train or anything but if dean did hook up with tasha that would certainly make things... interesting for sam and max ahahaha (SAMMY I'M YOUR NEW STEPDAD) (DEAN NO)

(oh lord Jess) 

(okay)

Sam and Max aren’t–a thing. At least, Sam’s… pretty sure they’re not a thing. He’s not really positive, either way. Max is only six years younger than him but somehow it seems like a whole generation’s between them, especially when Sam picks up his phone and there’s a random string of emojis that he truly doesn’t understand. He tried Urban Dictionary for one text and got nowhere, or at least nowhere helpful; a test post on reddit was met with a string of puns and then a deeply confusing set of responses, which he also Googled, and ended up so red-faced at the results that Dean asked if he was having a heart attack, or something. Flirting aside, he and Max kissed once, and then two months later exchanged a flurry of flirty texts, and they still haven’t actually… done anything. Sam doesn’t know if Max is even really interested, or if he’s really all that interested, but it’s sort of fun, regardless.

However–

“You cannot sleep with Tasha,” Sam hisses, pulling Dean out into the hallway.

Dean raises affronted eyebrows, but he’s not bothering to hide his grin. “How dare you,” he says, all wide and toothy. “We are just having a pleasant, adult conversation, and it is a–an affront that you think–”

“You’re the worst person I know,” Sam says, glancing back through the open doorway. Max tips his wine glass Sam’s way, with a tiny smile that shouldn’t be nearly as hot as it is, and Sam tries to smile back, but Tasha’s looking their way, too. Dean’s way, anyway. “Seriously. Isn’t she, like, Mom’s age?”

Dean’s grin flickers for a second. “Ugh, don’t talk about Mom in the same breath as–” He shudders, exaggeratedly, but then glances over his shoulder and finds Tasha smiling at him. He winks at her, all shame instantly gone, and then turns a serious look on Sam. “I’m not an ageist, Sammy. I am surprised at you, really. All ladies deserve to have a good time, no matter how–”

“Old?” Sam cuts in.

“–matured,” Dean continues, unruffled. He lifts his wine glass. “Like a fine wine.”

“Or a cheese,” Sam mutters, and folds his arms over his chest.

“See? I love cheese.” Dean’s grin goes wicked. “What, you worried that I’m going to cut into your date?”

“What? What date?”

Dean snorts. “Like the bartender’s real. You are not nearly as sneaky as you think you are, Sammy.” Sam opens his mouth, closes it. “Yeah. This is like that time in Duluth where you thought you were keeping your little middle-school girlfriend a secret. I can see right through you, baby bro.”

Sam pokes him in the chest. “Don’t–be weird, okay, it’s not–”

“No, no!” Dean says, expansive. He claps Sam on the shoulder. “I think it’s cute, you know? Me and your new mother-in-law will be very proud. You kids just be sure to use protection, and don’t come home too late, okay? I think we’ll be setting a curfew.” He glances again at Tasha and then starts to back up into the room, making a delighted face at Sam, whispering, “But not too early, either, you know? Mama and I need some private time.”

Dean’s gone and back in the room before Sam can smack him. Max glances his way, inquisitive, and Sam hopes that his weird shudder of revulsion doesn’t show on his face. He steps back into the room and picks up his wineglass, keeping his eyes turned well away from where Dean’s very obviously flirting with the mother of his–maybe-booty-call. He takes a deep swallow of wine. Maybe he can bring himself to kill Dean. Sure, they’re soulmates, but some things shouldn’t need to be borne.

To All My Mutuals: A Little Appreciation Drabble
If we go down then we go down together
They’ll say you could do anything
They’ll say that I was clever
If we go down then we go down together
We’ll get away with everything
Let’s show them we are better

I gathered the bottom part of my wedding kimono, bolting off to where he was waiting. 

He was the love of my life, and my mother was well aware of our relationship. (She was the one who encouraged me to bolt off in the first place. Gotta love a bad-ass mom, ya’know?)  

Unfortunately, that damned Magistrate had forced this damned wedding ceremony onto us without even asking much less caring about how I felt about the whole thing. 

I swear, I’ll carve his damned rib cage out once my family was out of harm’s way. Once I meet him, though. 

He was left waiting at the altar, looking quite stupid, while some of my relatives looked on with such jealousy it was priceless. 

He casually sauntered in. “Well well….That thing looks like a curtain…I have something better-” 

An aunt just screeched, “HOW DARE YOU-?! JUST WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, TO JUST WALKING IN AND-?”  

Inuchiyo rolled his eyes…”That’s Lord _______ of _______, idiot. Mind your fucking mouth. Bitch.” 

Oh ho. That caught her off guard. 

Oh well….No one can insult my family…because the real fool was the magistrate after his wife and daughter publicly disgraced, defamed and disowned him. 


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A/N: Just imaging your SLBP bias just sauntering in to hold up the ceremony, being their usual selves. :P 

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Something I wanted to say.

Hey, guys. It’s long overdue that I make a post like this, but here I am finally doing it. I have received a lot of love over the past three years so it’s about time I give some back. So this is a thank you note:

Thank you to the friends I’ve made on this website, who came into my life in my darkest times and fiercely stayed by my side, through sickness and health, through success and failure, saving my life one day at a time and endlessly cheering me on when I fought my way back. I’m a whole, happy person again today because of you. 

Thank you to my readers, the ones that gave the girl with the big stories and mediocre ability to express them a chance. Nothing makes me feel quite as happy as writing does and it is because of your comments and encouragement that I can call myself a good writer today, however many years it took. Your insane support made me the best at something, anything, for the first time in my life (though that title now rightfully belongs to @paper-storm). So thank you, thank you so much for the 200,000 hits, 11,500 kudos, 3,200 bookmarks and 2500 comment threads. How insane these numbers are. Thank you for being there and enabling me to tell my stories. It brings me the outmost joy to share them with you. Thank you for reading. 

Thank you to the passerbies and nonnies, the “Hey, just dropping by to wish you a good day” and “Please help me, I trust you”s. Being the one you choose to turn to or think of is an incredible honour. Thank you for the kind messages and discussions. You are proof that the very root of this website is still people coming together to exchange their opinions and ideas about the things we love. To celebrate music and human progress and sometimes just that poppin’ highlighter. Thank you for the kindness, education and conversation. 

Finally, thank you to the people that chose to follow me just so. You endure my  tags yelling about the boys and my endless ramblings about life, love and the world at large. Seeing that five digit number whenever I open my app is just crazy. Thank you. 

Thank you all. If you feel like you’ve accomplished nothing else today, know that you had an impact on my life, big or small. And for that I’m eternally grateful. 

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i didn’t see that much anti-reylo hate on my dash (if you don’t count my salt mines) but you know what i’ve seen? a lot of reylo fans complaining about how they’re being ‘harrassed’ when in fact most of us don’t even tag our personal opinion about your shitty ship but some of you make sure to tag your crap with every character in the sw universe so it can be seen by everyone in this fandom

Lunchtime Drabble: Searching the Ship, Part 3

Lunchtime Drabble: Searching the Ship, Part 3
Word Count: 516
Warnings: Fluff mostly, I’m pretty much just having fun with this story now. (Parenthesis are Jim’s thoughts.) [Brackets are Bones’ thoughts.]

Originally posted by helgabrook

Bones grabbed the tricorder and scanned her head. [Everything seems normal at first glance.]

“Well I’m glad for that but what about a second glance?” she said still staring at the wall ahead of her.

“Glad for what, Y/N?” Bones asks.

“Glad that everything seems normal.” She said, looking confused up at Bones.

“I didn’t say that out loud, I just thought it.” Bones raise one eyebrow in an impressive Spock imitation.

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  • Hamilton: Then I said "Well, I should head back home"; she turned red, she led me to her bed, let her legs spread.
  • Me: Hoe don't do it.
  • Hamilton: That's when I began to pray: Lord, show me how to say no to this. I don't know how to say no to this. But my god she looks so helpless, and her body's saying "hell yes".
  • Me: Hoe don't do it.
  • Hamilton: Then her mouth is on mine, and I don't say: "No! Go!"
  • Me: HOE DON'T DO IT.
  • Hamilton: I wish I could say that was the last time, I said that last time, it became a pastime.
  • Me: OH MY GOD.

please save this fluffy man

cthulhu-with-a-fez  asked:

re: anakin doing padme's hair - i headcanon that on the (depressingly rare) occasions they got a quiet domestic day together, padme lets anakin braid her hair with the force. like, the v. intricate 5+-strand-in-play kind. padme says it's because she likes to change things up, and nobody braids her hair as well as he does (which is true, using the force solves any issues with tension or tangles). anakin says he'd do anything she asks of him, and he likes a challenge. (also true - there's CHARTS.)

(what padme doesn’t say is that she knows, less abstractly than most, what it costs to be a jedi in the field, and how seldom they have a chance to use the force for something other than warfare.) (what anakin doesn’t say is for all the power he feels in battle (and he does - there’s a visceral kind of pleasure in watching something explode and knowing you made it happen), he sometimes misses using it for the little things.)

(what neither of them say is how much they need those moments of reciprocal vulnerability, of taking care and letting oneself be taken care of, when both of their respective fields of war demand unflagging strength.) (… but they both know it.)

This is lovely.

Also I can easily imagine Anakin saying something as over the top as “I’ll do anything you ask of me” in response to a question like, “Can you braid my hair?”

(I mean, his tendency to pretty much always answer anything that way hurts me, but in this one case at least it’s kind of funny.)

Personally I like the idea of him actually braiding with his hands rather than the Force, though. We know Anakin likes doing fine work with his hands as a stress-relief thing, and Padme probably enjoys that kind of simple, casually intimate touch.

OH GOD MARVEL WHY?!?!

Just come back from the midnight release of GotG 2 and mY GOD MARVEL WhY DiD YoU HaVe tO dO ThAt?!?!?
WHY COULDN’T YOU DO THE OLD SLIPAROO LIKE IN THE FIRST FILM WHEN ANOTHER PAIR WAS IN A SIMILAR SITUATION?!??!
I’M FUCKING DEAD AND IT’S ALL MARVELS FAULT!!!!

anonymous asked:

MC is in town one day when she finds an old man laying on the ground. She helps him and as a token of his gratitude, he gives her a very delicious fruit. He tells her it's special before leaving. Not thinking much of it, MC decides she will share this with the lord. That night she served it to him. Apparently it was so delicious he ended up eating every slice. The next morning MC awakens to find the lord has turned back into a child. What are the lords reaction to this?(a kiss breaks the spell)

Finally Getting around to reply this :D tagging @manju-butt, why did you go anon on me darling?

In my headcanon, to serve the lord this strange, exotic fruit which I assume came from One Piece’s universe, MC must have tasted it first, being their ex-poison taster and wanna make sure it’s tasty and safe to eat and all. So she’ll be turned into a child, too…

So, with that in mind let’s see, I’m gonna do this for few of my biases. Let’s assume we’ll turned into precious 8 year olds. But with their memory intact. Oh, and MC and the Lords are still at the flirting stage, no official romantic relationships yet. 

Katakura Kojuro: After getting over the initial horror and assuring MC (because she’ll feel super guilty about it) , they will report to Masamune and Shigezane (who will be super gung ho about teasing how Kojuro’s the young ‘un between them). They will conduct a research on this magical fruit/ sorcery and how to possibly reverse the effect. In the mean time the official cover for child!Kojuro is (to his eternal mortification) adult!Kojuro’s lovechild (Shigezane’s idea), and MC’s, ahem, Masamune’s, which in strange way, does good for his image as the clan leader because clan leader is expected to have many spawns that age. After exhausted the resource and research, child!Kojuro started to think maybe it’s a good thing, he could serve Masamune longer. Plus, he’s the same age with MC now. The downside was probably they need to wait few more years to do hanky panky. MC is still wracked with guilt though and cries a lot. So one day, to console her, child!Kojuro kisses crying child!MC and pouf, they’re back to being their old(er) selves. After that they confess their feelings to each other. It ends happily, they just need to find an excuse to explain where the “love children” of their lords have gone.

Kirigakure Saizo: He would think that this is a witchcraft devised by rival ninja clan, so he will need to keep it a secret between her and MC while he tries to find a cure. He’d left a message to Yukimura saying he’s off for a mission and taking MC with him and off they go to one of his emergency hideouts in a secluded and beautiful countryside where no one suspects them of being literally magical children. At first he would be extra moody and mildly depressed because being small again reminds him of the time when his late best friend was still alive. As time passed, however, he started to enjoy being a kid again, and he owes most part of it to MC, who did console him with a dango when they were children. And he started to think that maybe, this whole thing is a blessing in disguise, that he really could undo his life as a common boy with MC… that is until one day, MC trips over and falls on him and kisses him by accident because one of MC’s talents is to trip and fall at the right moment or the most unfortunate moment, always. And pouf! back to their old(er) selves. “Well, it was fun when it lasted, Little Lady,” he said, but his eyes were sad. Upon which MC would kiss him sweetly, saying that they don’t need to go back in time to be happy. Then they can have lots of adult fun time. Bonus epilogue, Saizo went back to Ueda where Yukimura interrogates him about his whereabouts. He simply says “Having the greatest playtime with MC in a secluded shack in the mountain.” And watch Yukimura nosebleeds.    

Tokugawa Ieyasu: Precious, precious child. He would be an absolute hellion, a child from hell, with a face of an angel. He would entirely blame MC and guilt trip her every chance he got. He would devoted his time time to cure himself off this “curse”, and probably only tell Tadatsugu the truth and tell the rest of the Tokugawa clan that he is adult!Ieyasu’s love child (while MC is his lowly whipping girl). He too, would be vacillating between mildly depressed and frighteningly cheerful about being turned into a kid again, because he has that PTSD from his childhood as a hostage of the Imagawa clan. Then MC does her spiel of redoing the whole childhood thing. And over time he grew to enjoy the treatment he gets from all adults who (at least at first) think he is cute, he would totally use that to his advantage too. He’ll still be a tyrant though, and one day, hiding how much he grows to like MC, he would say something that upsets her so much she’d slap him and he’d cry. Then MC would regret it and kiss him better. Pouf! They’re back to their old(er) selves. And Ieyasu would say, “I will not kill you for having brought this curse upon my person because I can say that we are childhood friends now. That doesn’t mean you’re off scot-free. I demand a lifetime of service in bed.” And that’s how they got together.    

Sanada Yukimura: He’d totally cry so much (even though he tries to hide it) because he’s heartbroken that he couldn’t serve his Oyakata-sama (Shingen) as his general anymore. Then MC would kiss his cheek to console him, but the timing was off so they end up kissing on the lips. Pouf! they’re back to their old(er) selves. Then Yukimura gets nosebleed. Shingen and Saizo would totally make fun of this incident with Shingen saying basically nothing would change between him and MC whether they got together as children or as adult, because Yukimura is too pure. He would take this as a challenge and endearingly tries to court MC as a grown man. Then MC can teach him some adult games if he could survive the nosebleeds. 

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F

un. - Some Nights (2011) 

Some nights I stay up cashing in my bad luck
Some nights I call it a draw
Some nights I wish that my lips could build a castle
Some nights I wish they’d just fall off

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh, Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for oh
Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)
Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)
Most nights I don’t know anymore…
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh

This is it, boys, this is war - what are we waiting for?
Why don’t we break the rules already?
I was never one to believe the hype
Save that for the black and white
I try twice as hard and I’m half as liked,
But here they come again to jack my style

That’s alright (that’s alright)
I found a martyr in my bed tonight
She stops my bones from wondering just who I am, who I am, who I am
Oh, who am I? Mmm… Mmm…

Well, some nights I wish that this all would end
‘Cause I could use some friends for a change.
And some nights I’m scared you’ll forget me again
Some nights I always win, I always win…

But I still wake up, I still see your ghost
Oh, Lord, I’m still not sure what I stand for, oh
Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)
Whoa oh oh (What do I stand for?)
Most nights I don’t know… (oh, come on)

So this is it. I sold my soul for this?
Washed my hands of that for this?
I miss my mom and dad for this?

(Come on)

No. When I see stars, when I see, when I see stars, that’s all they are
When I hear songs, they sound like a swan, so come on.
Oh, come on. Oh, come on. Oh, come on!

Well, that is it guys, that is all - five minutes in and I’m bored again
Ten years of this, I’m not sure if anybody understands
This one is not for the folks at home;
Sorry to leave, mom, I had to go
Who the fuck wants to die alone all dried up in the desert sun?

My heart is breaking for my sister and the con that she called “love”
When I look into my nephew’s eyes…
Man, you wouldn’t believe the most amazing things that can come from…
Some terrible nights… ah…

Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh,
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, whoa, oh, oh

The other night you wouldn’t believe the dream I just had about you and me
I called you up but we’d both agree

It’s for the best you didn’t listen
It’s for the best we get our distance… Oh…
It’s for the best you didn’t listen
It’s for the best we get our distance… Oh…
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