okay it is totally what i signed up for

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[[ well would you look at that, i finished another long-response-comic-thingy… ain’t i productive i should be doing coursework what am i doing with my life
so, due to the majority vote… sansby will be canon on this blog - don’t worry, this is still baby BONES, aka, sans and papy, so to all you sansby haters… just skip a few posts every now and then, okay? ;w; 

ironically i was listening to ‘helpless’ whilst drawing this 

also papyrus is totally bs’ing about knowing sign language. he probably looked up that one term and ended it at that… sans is too much of an awkward pudding to research sappy phrases like that anyway, so good going paps. ]]

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The cool thing is that you could totally use these as little snippet moments, like referencing the silliness to explain something else going on. Oh god, mid battle and Leia starts cracking up and Han is looking at her like she’s nuts but she just heard Ekkereth go BINGO across space and it’s the BEST

Okay but what if this happens during the final battle with the Emperor?

So Anakin is still undercover and Leia is pretending to be a captive and Luke is doing his best impression of a Conflicted Jedi™ - and the whole time Palpatine is just…expounding. The Alliance is doomed and Luke’s Jedi teachers have failed him and probably don’t trust him anyway and there’s only one way to save his friends and

Bingo!

Luke startles, a little too obviously, at the sound of Anakin’s voice in his head, and then has to play it off as some kind of angry response to Palpatine while he tries desperately not to laugh.

I was talking with @belldreams ​ last night and we both agree that it’s an absolute tragedy that there’s not more de-aged fic in the Star Wars universe, but especially because, like, okay, imagine it.

De-aged Obi-Wan!  So adorable and huggable!  Anakin can totally hug him as much as he wants!  He’s only sort of a Jedi at this point!  Anakin can still encourage all the “bad behavior” that Obi-Wan tries so hard to hide!

But then oh no tiny people have actual tiny people needs and this isn’t what he signed up for at all!  It’s Obi-Wan!  He’s supposed to be calm and even-tempered???  Why is this tiny Obi-Wan suddenly snapping at him and having a temper???  How do you handle this??

  • The first time Obi-Wan doesn’t follow Anakin’s logic, like, no, WHY CAN’T HE go along with to the dangerous battle zone? HE KNOWS HOW TO TAKE CARE OF HIMSELF.  How do you handle tiny little people who don’t listen to reason???
  • And little people need sleep, but little people don’t WANT sleep, so you have to make them sleep, but you can’t just shove them into their bed and Force hold them down, HOW TO MAKE THEM SLEEP??
  • “I told him not to go spy on that bounty hunter but then he snuck out the window and STOLE WINDU’S SPEEDER and now he’s in police custody HOW DID THIS HAPPEN HE’S OBI-WAN.
  • The first time Obi-Wan sneaks out, Anakin is SO PROUD OF HIM, I DIDN’T KNOW YOU COULD DO THAT :D???? but then it dawns on him HE IS A TINY PERSON RIGHT NOW HE COULD HAVE GOTTEN HURT??? OH NO I HAVE TO WATCH HIM ALL THE TIME NOW!!!
  • HE IS SO EXHAUSTED, HE NEEDS TO SLEEP, WHY IS THIS LITTLE MONSTER. JUMPING. ON. THE. BED. AT. 5.A.M.
  • The first time he has to go bail tiny Obi-Wan out of Jedi jail, it’s hilarious. It’s less hilarious when Obi-Wan breaks his arm and has to go to the medics.
  • And Obi-Wan likes medidating, right?? This will totally be easy to keep him contained, just sit him down in a quiet room and it’ll be easy peasy. EXCEPT TINY OBI-WAN IS LIKE “KRIFF THAT, I’M GOING TO THE TRAINING SALLES.”
  • The swearing that tiny Obi-Wan picks him from Anakin!  Also hilarious at first! But then HE WON’T STOP, HE DOESN’T KNOW WHEN TO STOP IT.  HE SWEARS AT THE JEDI LIBRARIAN. THAT’S, LIKE, WRONG.
  • It’s so frustrating! When Anakin was a youngling, he could barely sneak around properly to save his life!  But Obi-Wan’s really good at it! He’s not just mischievous, HE’S GOOD AT IT.  Obi-Wan manages to sneak through the entire Temple and actually FINDS the real lightsabers to train with and then manages to DESTROY THE SALLE BECAUSE HE DOESN’T ACTUALLY KNOW HOW TO USE IT YET. HOW???
  • When Obi-Wan finally crashes at 3am, snoring away on the living room floor, Anakin curls up in bed and is catatonic for a few hours.  And he calls Ahsoka. “I need your help. Please.”  She rolls her eyes. “I TOLD you so.”
  •  And then there’s the “truth from a certain point of view” thing that Anakin was desperately hoping that he wouldn’t pick up again.  He’s SIX, he shouldn’t be that good at withholding the truth with a straight face like that! ANAKIN COULDN’T DO IT FOR SHIT, WHY IS OBI-WAN SO GOOD AT IT ALREADY???
  • Anakin, however, has a secret weapon up his sleeve.
  • Every time Obi-Wan gets in trouble, THAT’S IT CUDDLE TIME FOR AN HOUR, YOUNGLING.  That time Obi-Wan destroyed the training salle? THERE WERE SMOOCHES, TOO.
  • Tiny little Obi-Wan struggling to get away, yowling like he is being eaten by a gundark, LET ME GO, THIS ISN’T HOW JEDI ARE SUPPOSED TO ACT!!!
  • Well, Jedi aren’t supposed to sneak out at night against direct orders, ARE THEY? And the smoochings continue.
  • Tiny Obi-Wan GETS THE FLU.  :D AND DOESN’T WANT TO STAY IN BED, HE DOESN’T FEEL SICK AT ALL.  Until he crashes and then Anakin is all D: D: DDD: HE IS DYING
  • He can’t turn his back on Obi-Wan for a second, he has gotten WAY TOO GOOD at pretending to be asleep or too feverish to do anything. But the second Anakin leaves the apartment, just for give minutes to go get food from the cafeteria!!, and then Obi-Wan is GONE.
  • It takes him THREE HOURS to find Obi-Wan!  He looks EVERYWHERE. The training salles! Back to the cafeteria! The youngling creches! The hangar bays! He thinks of every place that he hid in as a youngling and Obi-Wan is NOWHERE.
  • Finally, Master Nu calls him and tells him there’s a sleeping child he might be interested in curled up in the back of the library.  And Anakin’s just. He sneaks out and drives me up the wall and he couldn’t at least go somewhere INTERESTING? WHY. WHY.  He could have at least been looking up something interesting! Something about flying! Looking up lightsaber combat lessons!  But no. He’s reading about some planet or other’s cultural history. WHY.
  • But one thing goes Anakin’s way:  He discovers, much to his surprise, Obi-Wan actually has a tremendous sweet tooth.  He LOVES anything sugary or fizzy, his whole little face LIGHTS UP. And oh man Anakin is going to REMEMBER THIS when Obi-Wan is big again.  Because no matter how grumpy tiny Obi-Wan gets with him, he can always make that little face light up by offering him candy.
  • “Look, if you promise to stay put–AND ACTUALLY STAY PUT–while I go on this mission, which will only take TWO DAYS, I will take you to get the biggest sundae you can eat.”
  • AND THIS WORKS.  BRIBERY IS AWESOME.
  • Obi-Wan holds him to that promise of the sundae, which is honestly almost as big as he is, at six. But Obi-Wan makes a valiant go of it. Sadly, Anakin is also the one who has to clean up when tiny Obi-Wan throws it back up an hour later. HE WARNED OBI-WAN THAT HE’D GET SICK, WHY DIDN’T HE LISTEN??? but also he’s too adorable when he doesn’t feel good and Anakin is torn between WHY ME and OMG SO CUTE.
  • Anakin has approximately eight thousand holos of tiny Obi-Wan drooling in his sleep. Each and every one is precious to him.

anonymous asked:

@Nova You should totally tell Connor in sign language that you like him. *i really hope he knows sign language*

Nova:….umm no, because he’s curious and he’ll ask and because he’s so damn smart, he’ll figure out a way to find what i signed. besides, why would i sign? when would that come up?

Mr.E: *coughs*

Nova; E, you okay?

Mr.E; yeah yeah *coughforeshadowingcough*

Nova; What? 

Mr.E: Nothing. 

Anonmouse Asks! #14

Boy.

BOY.

BOY!

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ARE YOU SEEING THIS?! ARE YOU BLOODY SEEING THIS???!!! ARE YOU?! HOLY SHIT! WHAT IS THIS?! WHAT IS THIS WITCHCRAFT?! WHAAAT???

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAh THANK YOU SO MUCH!  (T◡T) I honestly never expected to have that many followers, much less in such a short time - this blog is barely 6 months old, what the hell, what the hell. Back when I signed up to tumblr, I was thinking to myself, “okay, I’ve heard you can get popular here, so maybe I’ll have 50 followers? I have 10 on Ao3 after a year, so I think I could get that many on tumblr? It would be so awesome to have so many people read my stuff ;;” AND NOW WHAT THE FUCK???? EEEEH??? This is still totally surreal to me. 。゚(TヮT)゚。 ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Now, the weather…

Before I get to the answers from my inbox, let’s have a status on my drafts: 

5 scenario posts (13 if you count characters) and 4 posts for matchmaker. I also have a new chapter of my Suga fic in progress that I’d like to post this week yet, and I’ve started working on a whole new full-feature fic, but for now I’ll keep the details a surprise… ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Anyway, after I’m done with those, I’ll be opening the inbox! That will be in March, so stay tuned for the exact date. (.◜ω◝.)

Answers under the cut!

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meet cutes inspired by my walk to work
  • i see you every day outside your apartment building sitting on your motorcycle and reading a book. you look so badass and i’m so uncool but i really want to know what you’re reading and shit you caught me totally unsubtly trying to peek at your book.
  • i hung a sign that says for free firewood call me and i never expected anyone to call but here you are on the phone. so now i have to come up with some wood for you. no that’s not a euphemism shut up.
  • i see your yard is full of strawberries and damn they look delicious, surely you won’t mind if i take just one. oh fuck they are good okay one more. okay, one more. maybe a few more. only, shit, i look up and my hands are stained red and you’re just staring at me like wtf.
  • you have a HUGE fence all around your house so no one can see in but today you forgot to close the gate so i have to peek in and oh it appears you installed this fence to aid you in your nude sunbathing lifestyle. i’m so sorry.
  • i was out walking when you rode by on your bike and shouted nice shirt, and i thought you were mocking me. but apparently you realized the implications because you slammed on the brakes and rushed back to apologize because, no, seriously, nice shirt.
  • you have a bunch of rocks in your yard with hippy words on them like Hope and Joy and Happiness and i like to rearrange them into bad poetry.
  • i see you carrying around a bowl of dog food and calling for your dog and, let’s be honest, i definitely think this is trap but on the other hand there is the potential to pet a dog at the end. so i stop to help you and you’re so relieved as we spend the next several hours searching for your dog until we finally give up and i take you home since you’re inconsolable only to find your dog asleep on your fucking porch wtf. 
On The 4th Day Of Ficmas My True Love Gave To Me: An Order For 200 Fucking Cookies

(By Fall Out Boy)

Day 4 of the 6 days of ficmas.

Character: Gabriel

Author: Dee

Prompt: “I volunteered to make the cookies for a Christmas party except I didn’t realize just how many cookies that would be and now it’s 1 am and I really need help getting all these done” AU with Gabre please!

A/N: I’m drowning in fluff right now guys, I’m not used to so many happy fics. This is really not my MO. 

200 cookies. You had managed to unknowingly sign yourself up to make 200 cookies.

Okay so maybe not totally unknowingly. You had offered your help to begin with of course, you just hadn’t realized quite what that implied at the time. But in your defense it also wasn’t your fault that your witch of a boss hadn’t specified just how many cookies you’d be making until literally an hour ago. 

At 11pm. 

“It’s just a little Christmas party, nothing too bad,” You mocked your boss’s shrill voice, rolling your eyes at the memory. In what world did small mean “you’ll need to make 200 chocolate chip cookies”? You’d expected a few dozen, not this. 

And so that is the very short, however incredibly aggravating, story of how you ended up sitting on your kitchen floor with cookie batter in your hair and the heavy feeling of defeat settling in. 

You sighed, leaning your head back against the cupboards. This was ridiculous. This whole thing was-

“Do I smell cookies?” The sudden, and not-so-subtle entrance of a certain angel had you on your feet in seconds, the wooden spoon (still coated in cookie dough) in your hand held out as if it were a weapon. 

“Well nice to see you too,” Gabriel said with a smirk, snatching the bag of chocolate chips off your counter. 

“Jesus fucking-” You took a deep breath, trying to avoid a heart attack as you dropped your spoon next to the sink.

“Who’s Jesus fucking?” Gabriel asked, popping a handful of chocolate chips into his mouth. “Seems a little unholy if I do say so myself,” He added with a shit-eating grin as he just narrowly managed to keep the bag of chocolate from your reach. You let out a groan.

“I need those.” 

“Do you?” He asked, taking another handful. “That’s a shame, really.”

You sighed, dropping your hands in defeat. 

“Just finish them. They’re not enough anyways,”You muttered, leaning back against the cabinets. 

“Well it’s really no fun if you tell me to,” He responded with a frown, dropping the bag back down where it had been. 

“I’m so very sorry,” You replied dryly, attempting to bat the flour from your shirt and somehow managing to spread it even more instead. 

“Well you don’t seem very sorry,”He said with a mocking tone.

“Because I’m not!”You practically growled the words at him, giving him the death glare. 

“Right,” He spoke cautiously. “So I’m kind of getting the feeling I should tone down the asshole and ask if you need any help instead,” He glanced around at the warzone your kitchen had become. “Because it really seems like you do.”

The archangel could be a stubborn dick at times- but his words reassured you and you smiled, nodding eagerly. And that’s how you winded up telling an angel about your work problems at one in the morning. 

“And you’re sure I can’t fill her bed with rattlesnakes?” Gabriel asked as he opened a sixth bag of chocolate chips. You laughed, shaking your head.

“No, nothing deadly. But I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed to you filling it with slugs instead.”

“Slugs it is then,” Gabriel replied as he started on the fourth batch of cookies, a signature wicked grin etched into his features. 

                                                              ~

An hour later and the two of you were almost done, a humongous pile of cookies beginning to grow on your kitchen table. 

“You said these are for a Christmas party?” Gabriel asked, tying a pink apron with “kiss the chef” written in swoopy black letters across the front. 

“Yeah,” You said, giggling at his clothes. 

“I remember the first Christmas party, you know.”

“Wasn’t that just like, the birth of Christ?”

“Yeah,” He replied, filling up another pan with cookie dough. “Mary was pretty pissed the whole time- although I wouldn’t be too happy either if God had shoved a baby up my lady parts without permission- and the whole place kinda just smelled like horse poop and wet dog. Although, looking back on it now, that might have just been the wise men… Anyways, point is it really wasn’t anything like they tell it.”

“Well,” You said, popping a few chocolate chips into your mouth. “There won’t be any pissed of pregnant ladies, or smelly wise men at this party.” Gabriel snickered, putting the pan into the oven.

“Damn. You guys are really missing out.”

                                                                    ~

By 2 in the morning, you officially had made 200 cookies (207, to be exact, the extra 7 going to Gabriel after he had rightfully claimed dibs). Leaving the two of you, both human ad angel, completely wiped of energy, and with an extremely tall pile of dishes. 

And that is the mildly annoying, yet incredibly endearing story of how you ended up sitting on your kitchen floor in the wee hours of the morning, with cookie batter in your hair, a sleeping angel pressed against your side, and the feeling of accomplishment settling in to your sleep-deprived mind.                                       

Okay, but drama class AUs:

  • “I only signed up for this class because I really needed the credit and not to–Why am I enjoying this class and why am I admiring this total drama nerd so much?” AU
  • “I’m just trying to get over my stage fright and your talent is making it hard, stop it.” AU
  • OR: “I see you’re working hard to get over your stage fright, lemme show you what you can probably accomplish if you try. No wait why are you angry?” AU
  • “Fuck I forgot to memorize my lines for this assignment and the instructor is going to string me up if they find out. Please help me make sure I don’t have to perform today.” AU
  • “My partner for this assignment is never here and we’re performing today. Here, take this script and fill in for them.” AU
  • “I don’t care what you thought reading Antigone, Creon is the tragic hero. I will physically fight you about this, let’s go.” AU
  • OR: “Dude, chill. I just thought Antigone was more of a tragic hero. This is not worth fighting over, please sit down.” AU
  • “I don’t act, I’m the aide, why are you trying to make me do a duet with you sTOP.” AU
  • “I was put in this Drama II class without having ever taking Drama I and you all terrify me, please stop.” AU
  • OR: “This poor kid wasn’t ready for this. I’ll try to help them fit in– Wait why are you afraid this is just a costume for a performance.” AU
  • “I forgot all my lines on stage and was utterly embarrassed. Thanks for buying me some chips to try and console me, but it isn’t helping.” AU
  • “I just take this class for fun and I’m stuck working with the perfectionist who’ll probably kill me in my sleep if I mess up, help.” AU
  • “I swear that this GPA is going to make me kill everyone in the group. Do you think the instructor would let me, you, and the only other kid whose trying do one alone?” AU
  • “I bullshit my play analysis last night, it’s our final, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to fail. Please hold me.” AU

me: and your email please?
customer: uh.. no i dont have one
me: if you give us your email you can use cou-
me: i dont have one.
me:… okay, thats fine. your total is 7.98
customer: are there any coupons this week?
me: yes, they were sent out by email
customer: oh! can you put in my email to see if i received any?!???
me:…… (i thought u didnt have an email you lying piece of sh-) ☺ im sorry once ive exited the email collection screen i cant return to it
customer: what?! then whats the point of me signing up for your emails?! this is ridiculous i cant believe this i shop here every week you should’ve asked me for my emai-…
me: ☺☺☺

My Meet and Greet Experience!

Okay, so it all started a couple months ago when I was in the dorm room of my friend Toni (left) and I was like “what’s your email? i’m gonna sign us up for the swiftstakes.” a couple weeks later i was crying in my college dining hall because toni called me and said she got an email that we won the grand prize. 

Okay and then fast forward to the minute before we met her. I was kinda chill in like a weird zen zone before we got close but then we walked in to Loft ‘89 and Hands Down by Dashboard Confessional was playing (I feel like Taylor totally picked this herself for the line “hands down this is the best day I can ever remember” and because it’s Abigail’s fav) and i could hear Taylor’s voice through the curtain and I legitimately started freaking out.

Then it was our turn and I walked in and Taylor was dancing around as I entered and it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I said “Hi my name is Samia and I love you” and i gave her a huge hug and then my friend introduced herself and hugged her. And then I slipped off the necklace I made her off my wrist and handed it to her and I said “I made you this necklace” and like I was just shaking and I could not speak as much as I wanted to bc I knew it was really rushed. And then she grabbed it and said “Wow this is such a nice necklace. Thank you so much, This is such an amazing gift. Wow” and she basically just kept talking about how much she liked and how nice it was for me to give it to her. And i was so happy she liked it and then I totally accidentally talked over her bc I suck but i basically told her “thank you, you mean so much to me and i feel so close to you” which is so weird and awkward but I couldn’t even remember how to speak. And then we took our picture. And as we were walking away I was like “wait” and then she stuck her hand out for me to hold and i grabbed and it was the most amazing thing of my life. And then i said “my tumblr is hindsight-entanglements.tumblr.com” and she did that thing where people like repeat it back to you but like look away and move their hands to beat of the words if you know what i mean to like try and remember. but i don’t think she really remembers it lol but she said “okay, i’m going to try, i can’t promise i’ll remember it but i am going to try” and i said “it’s okay thanks i love you” and then we were ushered out and i freaked out again and started shaking like crazy. It was honestly the best minute of my life. I love Taylor so much and she was such a dream. And when I walked in and saw her I was like this is crazy bc she honestly looks perfect. It’s weird to see someone in pictures so often and then see them in real life but she looked amazing. Please reblog this so that maybe Taylor can see it because I really want her to know me. Thank you to everyone who was happy for me. I love you guys. 

Taylor, if you see this. I already miss you! Thank you for the best moment of my life. I was enchanted to meet you. (I know that’s so old but the second I heard that line years ago I was like I need to say that to Taylor Swift when I meet her and I finally get to.) I love you more than you will ever know. 

taylorswift