okay I need to stop lol

Lance is like… the unexpected ride or die friend. He’s the guy you call when your car breaks down in the middle of the night but only after you’ve already tried ten other people. And when he picks up you don’t really have high hopes because you two aren’t really that close, but apparently he didn’t get the memo because he’s immediately like “oh shit yeah sure gimme a sec to get some clothes on and get in my car and also do you want coffee or anything? because I think I’m gonna stop and get some so I don’t crash my car on the way lol. no? you sure? okay hang tight for a few mins be right there”

anonymous asked:

Well the age of consent in Japan is 13. That doesn't mean it's morally ok. But by bandying about the 'consent laws of that country make it okay' you've just allied yourself to pedophilia. Congrats. Creep.

woo it’s like the first time I posted something Otayuri and already my first anti!

ooh boy, let’s go then, shall we?

  • pfft I’m a 22 yo girl from Russia and believe me, I know far better than you (whoever the fuck you are you coward) what’s okay and not okay in my culture. 15-16 year olds dating people of 18-19 years is pretty common. some may disapprove but unless someone gets knocked up, people generally don’t care.
  • both of them being guys would gather much more shit than 3 year freaking “age gap” (lol)
  • we seriously need to stop pretending that people under 18 don’t do anything sexual. like how stupid and ridiculous and divorced from reality do you need to be???
  • I was not so into everybody’s business so I can’t be sure but judging by people dating, at least ¼-1/3 of my year did something sexual before 18
  • age of consent in Russia is 16. in Kazakhstan too.
  • “paedophilia” lol. people just love throwing that word around nowadays. do you even know what that means? “Paedophilia is when a person sixteen years of age or older is primarily or exclusively sexually attracted to children who have not begun puberty (generally eleven years old or less)” who the hell is supposed to be under 11 here? I don’t think we even have those characters in YOI except for the triplets. and no one’s shipping them as far as I can see
  • I know our culture is super obsessed with sex but since when dating = sex, especially when you’re a teen??? I know plenty of people who dated and then split up all without doing more than making out occasionally
  • you being anon and not even trying to defend your ridiculous notions to my face just discredits what you said by like 50%
  • why do I even argue? it’s pointless. I can write 50 more points and it won’t make a difference to someone like you.  if you ship hate then have the balls to admit it. no need to try and justify your shitty  treatment of others in the fandom by taking an imaginary “high ground”

MJ out :)

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The Crispy boy is done. HIS BOYFRIEND’S NEXT.

So, um…. I made a full version of Dan’s ‘terrible Eurovision song contest thing’ from Phil’s new anime cosplay video. Don’t ask me what I was thinking, I have no idea. It’s a little bit out of time in some places because Windows Movie Maker is a bitch, but I’m proud of it. Click ‘keep reading’ for lyrics~

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okay but there are so many ARMYs that don’t even follow me that have sent me asks talking about how jungkook is a so much better singer than baekhyun (the person my blog is about) and if i try to defend him or ask the to stop they all call me salty and all i can think is why? why do u need to push your faves down someone else’s throat? please just stop already. (this is not an attack on ARMYs but rather people who do this please don’t attack me lol)

A visual guide to @chronicolicity‘s ‘Resistance is built on hope’ - Virginie ‘Jyn’ Erso.


i wanted to make something cool and accurate but i made this instead (with dumb princess diaries and deadpool references i know forgive me)

anyway this fic is superflicious wonderful amazing and everybody needs to read it and send love to the author (also much love to @runakvaed and this flawless edit without whom id never have discovered it) 

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@koitoshi asked for Kenma and Kuroo wearing glasses and i was like siGN ME UP

Writing Tips

OKAY SO I wanted to make a few tips for writers out there just because I felt like it would be a good idea and a lot of these are what people have told me that improved my writing. So let go. 

  1. OKAY SO 1st of all, you need to shut everything out tbh??? Lol that sounded weird BUT what I’m saying is if you write something and think it sounds too much like something else someone else has written just stop thinking about that AND CONTINUE!! I mean, sure it may be the same ideas BUT DIFFERENT PEOPLE WRITE DIFFERENT THINGS. Like you’ve seen Coffee Shop AUs, right? They’re all pretty much the same, but EVERYONE WRITES THEM DIFFERENTLY. I bet you if you gave three people an outline of a fic and told them to write it, it would all come out as completely different fanfictions/writings. Some people may choose to center it around a kiss and build up to that point and some people may not feel the need to explain that, so they emphasise the dialogue and how the characters interact. So when you write something, then realize that it sounds a lot like a book you read or a fic you’ve read, then don’t worry about it because chances are it’s a completely new thing entirely
  2. Okay so I really shouldn’t have a say in this because I am awful at it and don’t do it much BUT DON’T BE AFRAID TO EDIT. Usually when you first write something its more about just getting the words on a page than making a final piece. Also, complete rewrites sometimes help. I have finished a novel, and I wanted to edit, but I found it was easier to have it off to the side and open a new document and rewrite it that way. This is probably confusing but ye
  3. KEEP A NOTEBOOK ON YOU AT ALL TIMES. Sure, its a lot easier to use your phone and you can write things on it, but if you’re like me as you get towards the end of the day your phone kinda starts to reach the end of it’s life. So having a notebook kinda helps when you get an idea and NEED to write it
  4. Continuing with that, if you’re stuck on a certain part of a story, sometimes a change of materials helps. A lot of the time I was typing something on the computer and I got stuck and closed the computer. Then I take out a notebook and BOOM I write a million words a minute. So its good to keep your fanfics and stories on Google Docs or something like that so you can type on your phone and on the computer. Then you can switch between those three things if you need to 
  5. Okay so this is something that I need to start doing and a lot of amazing people on here have suggested it (*cough* *cough* @dwarf-scum) but try setting up certain times to write. It will help train your mind to focus on that during those times
  6. Close tumblr when you write. I have a hard time doing this, but when you turn off all notifications and close the tab, it really focuses your mind
  7. Despite what people might say, FANFICTION IS GREAT!! It is great practice despite what people say. It’s helped me expand my writing abilities and gave me experience with different genres that I wouldn’t normally write about. It also helped me find my strengths and weaknesses, which is a good thing to know.
  8. OKAY THE BEST ADVICE I HAVE EVER RECEIVED IN MY 14 YEARS OF EXISTENCE IS details. I can tell you, this advice was what changed my writing completely. A lot of us write something and get so caught up in the moment that we forget to slow things down and give readers a clear picture. Take your time to explain the scenery or the emotions swirling through a character as they prepare to go onstage for a play. Take your time with it not everything has to be one thing after another. For example, you could say, “She ran through the abandoned corridor of the school into her classroom.” Or you could say “She ran through the abandoned corridor, the pale blue lockers seeming to make it stretch forever and ever as her feet slapped against the white tiles, her flats flapping with each footfall. Her heart racing, she reached the door of her classroom, sweat trickling down her neck as her hair came loose of it’s neat pony-tail.” As you can see, both of these are very different and the second one helps you better picture the scene. 
  9. Lol this is literally something I learned in fifth grade but SHOW NOT TELL. THis is literally so helpful when writing and kinda goes along with what I said before. Basically don’t just say “she was angry” explain how she was angry. What kind of things might she do in order to seem angry? Would she slam things? Stomp? Would her face be red with a frown? EXPLAIN IT!

lol so those are 9 tips and I could /possibly/ add more if I think of some. But I think the most valuable ones are the last two because that’s how you pull readers in. Hope you enjoy!!!!

triple fic recs.

so, after a good amount of supercorp that we got from the latest episode i figured i should do another fic recs. yknow, just to spread the love further. (; all of them are multi-chap fics, nothing angsty (maybe a little), and lots of lol moments. 

1) I’m Kara Danvers by littlebrother (60,631 words)

this fic is hilarious. like i cant count how many times i laughed out loud and had to stop reading because i need a moment to collect myself. seriously, just read it guys. i mean kara pining after lena, and supergirl being jealous of her other self? SOLD.

2) In Rao’s Light by rileynoah (16,836 words)

okay this one is basically smut with plot. oh and its funny as hell as well. I LOVE IT. 

3) Learning Control by FrostedLimits (24,734 words)  

all i have to say is, its a good day to sin. (; 


that’s all for now folks. i hope i have made your day a little brighter with these adorable sinful fics. oh and per usual, i would love getting any fic recommendation from you guys if you have anything.

roger and out.

Originally posted by dottiep

I Don't Mess With Drugs- Derek Luh Imagine

Request: Can you do imagine, Derek’s “bad” drug user & one day he’s in cafe selling drugs. And y/n is waitress in that Café. Before that Derek is selling drugs to some unknown person. You’re coming take his order. And when his taking his order. He fall in love you in right way. And you like change his life. In bout one second. Because y/n can’t stand drug user. Sorry if this is so messy request.

Warnings: I don’t think you have anything to worry about ☺️


If there was one thing that I couldn’t stand more than rude customers, it was drugs. I mean weed, is barely an exception, like it’s right there on the border for me, but drugs like cocaine and heroine are a big no-no.

Just the whole concept of injecting and snorting things into your body for the feeling and destroying your insides simultaneously is just stupid.

Anyway, today is a slow day here at Starbucks. A new customer every five to ten minutes. My observation is confirmed accurate when a new customer walks in. His hair is messy, eyes are red, clothes ripped up, and smells like drugs.

Oh brother. He sits down at a table where a previous customer was already sitting and the begin to engage in a conversation. Drug boy whispers something to the guy and passes him a very suspicious brown bag.

Previous customer hands Drug Boy a couple twenty dollar bills and makes his way out of the cafe in a rushy fashion. Hey, they just did a drug deal right in the middle of the cafe.The barista next to me, Kathy, taps my shoulder and says,” Hey can you take his order for me? I got a couple coffee orders that I’m busy with.’‘

Where did all of these customers come from? Was I that intrigued with what that guy was doing?

With slight hesitation, I make my way over to Drug Boy and we make eye contact. Past those bloodshot red eyes are actually really pretty brown eyes, too bad he took drugs. “Hey, can I take your order?”

He didn’t respond. Did he not hear me? Is he too high to understand anything? He’s staring at me like I’m the first human being he’s ever seen. Okay, let’s try that again.

“You ready to order?” I ask again, trying to keep my patience. “Huh? Oh, yeah let me get a vanilla cappuccino, please?”

I write his order down and begin to walk back to my rightful spot behind the counter. He grabs my wrists and turns me around ever so gently. I quickly shake his arm off. I don’t know him. Who does he think he is grabbing onto me like that?

“Wait, can you sit down with me for a second, please?” Hell no. What is he about to do to me?

“Um, I’m sorry, I have to get back behind the counter, it’s kinda my job”. He grabs my arm again and pleads,”Please, this will only take a second”. Once again, shaking his arm off of mine, I look back at Kathy who seems to be doing a good job at handling the orders. I guess she doesn’t need me. I sit down on the chair opposite this boy, whose name I still haven’t learned yet and try to find out what he could possibly want out of my life.

“Oh, I’m Derek, by the way”. There we go, that’s his name. There’s a silence. He’s still staring at me like how a five year old boy would look at a pretty girl in his class. “Soooo, why am I sitting here?”, I break the silence.

“Oh yeah, I just really wanted to get to know you. You just give off this indescribable vibe. I’d like to explore you”, he says leaning back in his seat and studying my face for any rejecting signs.

“I’m sure you’d like to but, Derek, was it?” He nods. “Yeah, I don’t mess with drugs”. He throws his head back and laughs. His laugh was adorable. “You don’t mess with drugs?”, he says trying to confirm that, that’s what I had said.

“Precisely”, I say with a smile. I begin to get up to go back to my job, when he stops me again. “Who said I do drugs?”, he asks furrowing his eyebrows.

“It’s written all over you, babe”,I tease. His eyes light up at my meaningless nickname for him. “What if i told you that I’d stop taking drugs, for you to go on a date on me?”, he questions with a hopeful smile.

“You don’t even know me”,I say squinting my eyes at him. “That’s the whole point of a date isn’t it?” I roll my eyes. That was a good point.

I look to side and smirk to myself. I mean he had potential. He was cute. He had nice hair and pretty eyes. He just needed to stop taking drugs, and he just cleared up that problem. Okay.

“I’ll think about it”, I smile and walk back behind the counter and begin making his order.


A/N: Thank you guys so much for reading! This is the third imagine within the span of 7 days, oh my god you guys I’m gonna cry, lol. This was requested by adsku. I love you guys and I’ll talk to y’all later!

“Stop being a dick!!“ you shriek to tumblr user Pokemon-Stim-boards through the screen. You’re upset. You can feel the anger bubbling in your chest, you feel yourself losing control. “I can’t believe he said that” you think to yourself. “I can’t believe he called cishets wild. How could he.”

You feel your anger turn in to confusion. “What have straight people even done to lgbt people?? Why would anyone ever have any anger towards any cis gender or heterosexual person? We have done nothing!” You just sit there pondering what to do. “How dare a random person on the internet indirectly offend me like that!” You say out loud your anger returning.

What should you do to make this all feel better? What could possibly rectify this situation? “I know!” You proclaim.

You go to pokemon-stim-boards’ blog. You click the message icon. You start typing your message. You edit yourself several times. Eventually you finish it. You read the screen a couple times. “I’m unfollowing. I really liked your blog until you turned out to be an asshole.” It reads. Perfect.

But wait. You hesitate. You feel a little flare of nervousness come into your chest. “What if he confronts me? What if he is mean to me?” Suddenly you remember there’s a solution. You see that small little square. You click it breathing a sigh of relief. Your icon changes, your URL disappears, suddenly you are saved. No one could possibly know it is you. No one will no that it’s you unfollowing this blog.

A couple minutes pass. You check his blog every minute desperate for a reply. You need to know what it says.

You check his blog for the 10th time. He finally replied!! What did he say?
You read the response.
You read it again.
And again.

“Lmao okay you didn’t really have to tell me that lol” it reads.

Your heart drops.
He doesn’t care.
He’s not hurt.
This is not at all what you wanted.

You take a few deep breaths. You start typing a response. You’re less careful, less precise with this one.

“I’ll call somebody out on what they are, I don’t really care what you think. Stop being a dick to people for no reason. It’s not cool or ~~trendy~~.”
There. That’s perfect.

You press send.

Pokemon-stim-boards replies. You take a few more deep breaths preparing to read the answer.

"Aw, the anon is angry”

What.
He still doesn’t care.
“I will make him care.”
You open the message box.

“You know what just KILL YOUSELF you’re being a DICK for no reason”

You wait.
You check his blog.
He’s posting. He’s active. But he’s not answering your ask.

Did it not send? Does he still not care? “Why isn’t he answering” you cry.

You decide to unfollow him. “That’ll show him” you think. “Especially since I told him I was going to unfollow him a long time ago.”

You go to his blog.
You see that button.
“Unfollow” it says
You take a deep breath.
Your hand trembles. “Goodbye forever” and you click unfollow and leave his blog forever.

ailecstuff  asked:

First kiss+solangelo amybe?

YUSSS!! Lol this turned like a lot more angsty than it needed to be i am very sorry I have a problem with angst okay someone pls stop me before I make myself die of the feels XD


As a doctor, WIll always had to remain calm. No matter what came through that door. It didn’t matter if it was a minor cold, or blood was gushing out from their side, the campers of Camp Half-Blood could always trust him to be cool and collected, the eye of the tornado.

But, alas, there are times when even the best of the best crumble away.

All of it was so sudden. Really, no one knew it was happening, except Nico di Angelo. Nobody expected him to come when he did. One moment Will was just sitting on his bed, reading some book called Carry On that Annabeth recommended to him, the next he was looking up as someone appeared out of nowhere, causing him to jump a foot in the air. He looked up to see a familiar pale face. 

“Gods Nico I thought I told you not to do that anymore,” Will says with a laugh, standing up. Nico looks like he wants to say something, and he tries to, but he’s interrupted as he falls against Will, unconscious. Will gasps, reaching his arms around him to support him. 

“Nico?” he says worriedly, his breathing starting to speed up. That’s when he notices Nico’s hands pressed firmly to his side, both of them coated in a thick layer of wet blood. 

“NO. No no no no no!!” he cries. A few of his siblings rush into the room to see what the commotion was about, and immediately stop. Will looks up at them, tears glimmering in his eyes. 

“We have to get him to the infirmary. We have to save him.” Nobody told Will that it was probably too late as they helped him with Nico’s lifeless body, taking him to the infirmary as quickly as they could. None of them mentioned that it was almost impossible for someone to lose this much blood as they opened the doors, causing campers to hoard around them. And they did not mention how cold Nico’s skin was as Will ordered everyone away that wasn’t a doctor. 

“I need stitches,” Will tells one of the Apollo kids that rushed to their aid as soon as the door bursted open.

“And bandages. Lots of bandages.” Another person nods, heading off. 

They set Nico down and the campers arrive with stitches, bandages, nectar, and ambrosia. Another camper removed Nico’s hands from his side. That was when his world came crashing down. That’s when, for the first time, the campers saw Will cry. 

“I-I-I can’t–” he says, his hands shaking. Someone puts a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s alright Will. We got this one.” They all knew Will and Nico where friends. In fact, they where almost inseparable. Some even wondered if their bond went deeper than friendship. Either way, they never left each other’s side. They where the sun and moon. Always. 

So, for the first time in forever, Will left the room, the thought of blood spilling onto the pristine white sheets making his stomach twist painfully as he gazed at Nico’s chalky while face in his mind’s eye, cold and unmoving. 

Nico isn’t going to die, he told himself as he clutched his head in his hands. Nico won’t die. He’s a fighter, he’s always been. He’s probably been through worse. Your siblings will save him. They always do. But, no matter what he told himself, he kept thinking about what would happen if his heart stopped, bringing the sun down with it. The world would stop spinning and there would be a hole in his heart, bigger than anything he’s ever experienced. He never even told Nico he loved him, and that would be the worst part of this whole situation. He would regret it till the day he died.

By the time his sister came out it could’ve been an hour or five, Will still wouldn’t have known.

“He’s stable. For now,” she says solemnly. Will nods his head. 

“I want to see him.”

“I’m not sure if that’s–”

“I’m going to go see him,” Will says firmly, ending the conversation. He stands up, brushing imaginary dust off his jeans in an attempt to keep his heart from racing a thousand miles an hour. It doesn’t work.

The hallway seems to grow longer than ever now. Every step seems to ring in his ears like a drum. Thump. Thump. Thump. He doesn’t know what he’s going to see when he walks up to Nico’s room, but it’s not going to be good. 

The door creaks open like something out of a horror movie. The air around Nico smells and feels like death, and that’s when Will realises that the ghosts have gathered around him, mourning.

The other doctors cut off his shirt, which is now deposited in a trash can, stained permanently with blood. His side looks like an animal attacked him, all of it marked with bright red scratches that go in every direction. It must’ve been a monster or something. 

Will then looked up at his face. It was paler than normal and his eyes were closed, but it didn’t look like he was sleeping. It was something more grotesque than that. It was someone’s awful version of sleep, something that showed more pain than peace. The worse part was always waiting for them to wake up. Even if it wasn’t someone Will got along with too well, because people where counting on him to save them, but the truth is, when you get to this point, there was nothing much you could do. You just had to wait by and hope that the gods think their life is worth saving. 

The machine beside him was beeping steadily. Good. There wasn’t anything to worry about. Not yet. Nico would be fine. He was always fine. Even when he had to get seven stitches in his head when a minotaur had a little too much fun with him. Even after he shadow traveled all the way from Greece. Even when he almost got his arm chopped off. He was constantly fighting battles, whether they where with inner demons, or the demons demigods faced everyday, and each time he was okay. Always okay. 

Will did something that he’s done to countless of patients as he stayed by their bedside late at night, hoping he wouldn’t fail someone else. He started to talk. He always hoped that his words would reach them, and that it would help them resurface. But this time, his voice came out choked up.

“Nico I… You can’t die on me, okay? You’re my friend, you’ve always been. Even when you tried to push me away, I still wanted to be with you. I know you try to be something dark, something that people want to stay away from, but to me you where the stars in the night sky. You where the moon guiding my way home. You where the brightest thing in my sky. Always. I need you, Nico. I–” Will can’t continue because tears are starting to stream down his face and weak sobs are escaping his throat. He presses his forehead against the scratchy sheets. 

“Gods I can’t do this. I can’t–” he groans and sits up. He grabs Nico’s lifeless hand, squeezing.

“Please keep fighting. For me?” Nico doesn’t answer. Will pulls up a chair so he can stay by his side. He grabs Nico’s hand again. 

“I’ll be right here. Always.” 


Will was woken up by the monitor beeping. At first it didn’t really worry him, but then he realised that something about it was off. He bolted awake to hear it beeping warningly and seeing others rushing in. Oh gods no no no no no.

“Is he breathing?” someone says. 

“I’m not sure. I don’t think so.”

“Check his pulse.”

“It’s faint but it’s still there. We need to get him an oxygen tank asap. Someone try to get him breathing at least a little bit,” a girl with frizzy black hair nods her head, pressing her hands to Nico’s chest, giving him CPR. 

Then, oh gods, no. There’s one final, long beat, and then nothing. Absolutely nothing. Dead silence. The room is suddenly a lot colder as the ghosts form again, crowding around Nico, their eyes sad. Tears stream down Will’s face as he forces himself right by Nico’s side, pressing his fingers to his stone cold face. He presses his face to Nico’s chest as the other’s quietly slip out and the ghosts disappear, letting him mourn in peace. 

“Nico…. You can’t die on me. Why did you die on me….” he starts to shake with grief. 

“Nico after everything you’ve been through…. it’s not fair for you to die. Not like this. Not after–” he pauses, deciding to choose his next words carefully. 

“Look. I wish I could’ve told you this when you where….. but oh gods Nico, I love you. I love you so much you can’t even begin to understand. I’ve always loved you, Nico. I wish you knew. Maybe…. maybe it could’ve ended different.” He puts both of his hands on Nico’s still cheeks. He wish he could see a smile crack on them. He wishes he could see blushes spread across them and he wishes he could’ve wiped curls out of his eyes as they gazed at each other. But now…. now…..

Will leans forward, his face inches from Nico’s.

“I’ve always wanted to do this, and I guess you’re not around to care,” he whispers, then he presses his lips to Nico’s cold ones. Softly. Gingerly. Then, to his surprise, he felt them move underneath his. For a moment, he wonders if he’s imagining it, if he wants it to happen, but then hands cup the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Will pulls away and looks at Nico, who’s brown eyes are wide open, his face full of innocent wonder. 

“That was my first kiss,” he whispers, sounding excited, and pretty shocked. 

“What the fri–” Will’s heart is beating faster than ever. Nico looks over at him, cocking his head. 

“Why are your cheeks wet?” Nico asks. Will lets out a cry of joy and wraps his arms around Nico, burring his face in his neck. Nico yelps.

“Oh right. The stitches. Nico how–”

“How what?”

“How are you alive?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“You where dead, Nico. I heard your heart stop.”

“Well it’s working fine now….” he trails off, thinking for a second. Then–

“DAD!” he roars. The god Hades vaporises in front of them. 

“Okay look I had to. You know I’m a sucker for love stories,” Hades says, putting his hands up defensively. Nico crosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

“That doesn’t mean you can just raise people from the dead.”

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t.”

“I just did.” Nico opens his mouth to say something, but then Hades disappears. Will shakes his head, chuckling. 

“I love your dad.”


#hadesissolangelotrash2k17

Send me a word + a ship and I’ll make a fanfic out of it

out of our hands

“a five part study on the effects of eye contact on perceived closeness”

Or the one where Harry is a psychology grad student who is running a study, and Adalyn is the girl who signs up for it.

a one shot i wrote for ash last summer that i didnt post on tumblr for some odd reason

read below

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Casual viewer watches The 100

My friend just started watching The 100 after months of listening to me all “obsessed”. I have no idea what she’s talking about. So, these are her thoughts after binge watching the entire series (so far).

“Fucking Bellamy was going to drop Clarke?! Asshole. I thought you said you loved him?!“

"Alright, I won’t judge anyone just yet, they have their reasons.”

“Fucking Charlotte killed Wells?! What is going on?! I hate creepy kids”

“Clarke fucking killed Finn!! I don’t want to talk about it!! I understand her but arhfjek 😭”

“Aw Bellamy and Clarke, they’re a team”

“Clarke and Lexa just let a bomb drop. I blame Lxa”.

“Didn’t Finn just die? Why she kissing Lxa?”

“I like Bellamy a lot but he still has things to learn”

“Aw, Monty”

“Ugh the grown ups are so annoying. They sent these kids to fucking die and now they think they can boss them around?”

“Clarke the martyr, "I need to leave”.. okay"

“I LOVE THIS FUCKING SHOW! WHERE IS SEASON 3?”

“Bellamy killed the grounder army. Yeah whatever, they were asleep. Idc”

“WHY CAN’T BELLAMY AND CLARKE STOP FIGHTING, MAKE UP AND HOOK UP?! BEEEEELLARKE!”

“Lxa is so pretty”.

“Oh, Lxa just died.. it was sad, I actually cried”

“Freaking ALIE. What the hell is going on?!”

“NOOOOO LINCOLN!! 😭😭😭”

“Octavia is beating Bellamy…… okaaaay.”

“Can Clarke just chill”

“Omg, I love this show!”

“The end of the world.. again?! What the fuck!”

“Ugh what’s an echo. Who even is that”

“Come on Jasper, really.. though he’s pretty funny lol”

“Abby and Kane had sex. Meeeh”

“I love Monty. I have always loved Monty”

“DID OCTAVIA JUST DIE?!! OMG!”

“Aw.. poor Bellamy. I really like him a lot buuuut I’m not as obsessed as you!“

“You know, I fucking hate Octavia right now!”

“WHEN WILL BELLAMY AND CLARKE GET TOGETHER? WHAT ARE THEY DOING?! Lol I mean, it’s so obvious they should be together”

Me: you know there will be a three week hiatus after 4x08

My friend: WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? WHYYYY? I WON’T SURVIVE. WHEN WILL BELLAMY AND CLARKE REUNITE?!

Me: lol. Welcome to hiatus hell. We’ve made a home here.

My friend: fuck.

I need you to take a moment of silence and think about this: just how special it must’ve been to both Jimin and Jungkook for them to wait a decade until FESTA-a very meaningful event to both BTS and Armys-to drop the cover.

anonymous asked:

I'm late to the irl Yuri train but my bank teller's name is Yuri and before yoi I was like "ah, that's a cute name". And now, I need to stop myself from giggling everytime i need to go drop off my paycheck lol. Ironically enough, the branch manager's name is Victor

Okay, now I need to read a bank teller/branch manager AU!!

Can you imagine if they were dating irl omg