i’ve just watched first episode of Legion and omg this is the best series i’ve ever seen
p.s i’ve done all the homework for tomorrow but I need to study history for the test // I literally hate history bc of its wars and wars and wars It seems like people are so dumb that the only thing they can actually do is argue
ok so there’s a game me and my friends play called “don’t get me started” and basically someone gives another person a random topic and they have to go on an angry rant about it and it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to us at parties and car rides so I highly recommend playing sometimes with your friends
*writing* Oh wow, they are going to love this. This is by far my best work!
*witty lines* *perfect love making* *fluffy enough to kill us all* *a dash of angst, a smidgen of hurt/comfort*
Oh man. This is it. This will be my legacy! *sweats into fic* *bleeds into fic* *cries into fic* *spends days perfecting the grammar and verbage and sex scenes* *has 15 betas look over it*
Okay. It is finally time to release my baby on the world. Here you go fandom. You're welcome.
Ha, cute. *like* *kudos*
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same fanfic writer:
*writing* Whatever. This is shit, I don't even care right now. A singing squirrel? Sure, let's do it. Haha, cheesy lines that make no sense, sure. Grammatical errors out the wazoo? Why not. No one's going to read this piece of crap anyway, I literally wrote it on a scrap of 1 ply toilet paper with a broken yellow crayon.
OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING YOU HAVE EVER GRANTED US WITH, WHERE HAS THIS BEEN ALL MY LIFE, OMG, I NEED A SEQUEL IMMEDIATELY, PLEASE. WHAT THE. I'M NOT EVEN WORTHY. *kudosrebloglikereccomment*
Top Tip: take notes when you’re reading about astrology, don’t trust your memory. It really helps when it comes to readings later on for charts that you don’t commonly use or practise like Solar Return/Synastry.
Um I don't want to offend you by asking this, but do you have any recommendations for mm cc creators? I love your work, but I want a variety in my game with cas and build mode. Also, cc creators don't only use THEIR cc. I think. Thanks!
Hmm well there are A LOT of mm creators. And ur definition of mm is probably different then mine, bc some people think recolors aren’t mm enough lmao. but ‘off the top of my head(see page 10000000)’ the mm cc creators I see a lot of stuff from is:
Summary: The neon-soaked nighttime streets of Tokyo: home to an underground of fast cars and bad choices — the kind that can get you killed. Being in the wrong place at the right time gives upcoming driver Ichigo Kurosaki the chance to immerse himself in the seedy and cordite-laced world of high-powered backroom deals and rain-slick asphalt. Soon, Ichigo will have to make a lethal choice, and see if his skill behind the wheel can save his own life, let alone hers. (Canon-typical violence, smut, a bit of angst)
[ The time has finally arrived, omg it’s my IRBB fic! Special thanks to the IRBB Writer’s Chat - @hashtagartistlife, @mizulily, @duckiesteasmiles, @kuchikiiichigo, @gunnerpalace - for putting up with me nattering about this constantly and being the most encouraging people on the entire planet, and again to @gunnerpalace for being a masterful (and patient!) beta, and for the original impetus of this fic, as it rose from a conversation we had about the movie Drive and several other things besides. You’ve been solidly in my corner through this, and I really appreciate you. <3
Immense thanks as well to my artist partner, @leohzy, who was the best possible person to illustrate this fic, and whose art is one of my favourite things on this earth. ]
Part 1. Drive It Like You Stole It
The city is alive at night, neon-soaked and rain-slicked. The steering wheel is warm under Ichigo’s hands and he waits, counting heartbeats until the flag swings down. His foot hits the floor. Tires scrabble for purchase on the wet pavement before they find their grip. The transfer of power to the road punches Ichigo back against his seat.
The engine whines as it hits the higher end of the tachometer, nearly into the redline before Ichigo slams the transmission through its first gear change. Beneath him, the tone of the revs changes and Ichigo pushes the tachometer into the red again before shifting the second time. The speedometer climbs and Ichigo can hear nothing over the roar of the engine, can feel nothing aside from the vibrations that rattle through the chassis and up into his seat. The next shift is smooth as butter and Ichigo grins. The night slides by him in a rush of lit up glass.
His nearest opponent is hard on his tail as they hit the first turn, and Ichigo takes it recklessly fast. Adrenaline zings through his veins as the car fights him through the corner, tires slipping on damp asphalt. He white-knuckles the steering wheel. Braking now will throw him into a tailspin; Ichigo puts his foot into the turn, cranking the wheel and letting the centrifugal force of the car pull it through the curve.
He hits the straight doing somewhere north of a hundred miles an hour, and the city is a blur outside the tinted windows of the car. There is nothing else in this moment - there is only the car, there is only the race, there is only the beat of his heart and the rush of his blood.
Ichigo sends the car into a drift around the next corner, tires squealing and the smell of hot brakes tickling the back of his nose. He narrowly avoids a collision with a civvie making a left at the light he’s just blown through, and the close call sweetens the taste of victory when he crosses the line a full four seconds ahead of the other car.
so me and my boyfriend are playing Life Is Strange on his PS4 and I mentioned it being kind of popular lesbian stuff and he just looked at me all confused like: whaat what lesbian there are none… wait you mean Chloe and Max… they are friends..umm but they are cute…ummmmmm I don’t know Kate.
*3 hours later*
Chloe: If you’re hardcore then kiss me Max choice one: Kiss Chloe choice two: don’t kiss Chloe
me: ooooh yeeesss finally boyfriend looks at me grinning while I laugh and try to steal the controller from him: ooooooooookaaay you were right *he himself hits option one*
Hi, look at my stupid au I made with someone while half asleep
Patton- World History
Patton is the type of teacher who is bright, bubbly, and full of joy. All his morning students wonder how the hell he is so chipper in the morning. You better believe he has the best dad jokes in the entire school, he never seems to run out of history based joke even though he says like 20 a class period. He’s just an all around fun teacher to have and everyone loves him, lots of students trust him.
Logan is you’re standard, stereotypical teacher down to the tie. He does try to keep up with modern trends though and it’s the funniest thing ever. He still has his flash card. One minute he’s using big words half the class doesn’t understand and then he just says “omg” in the most unfitting tone, its amusing. Ask him to dab, he likes to dab and everyone’s reactions. He’s a great teacher, and he loves to share his knowledge and very happy with where his is in life career wise.
Virgil is the lazy but overly cautious teacher. He’s not “lazy”, he’s just really tired and he can’t really help it. He also understands how stressful school can be so he made his reputation as the laid back teacher as he let’s the kids do almost everything they want. No assigned seats, you can listen to your music, hats are allowed, he doesn’t even care if you curse. It helps kids feel like they have freedom and just chill out in an open environment. If there was ever a place to have a panic/anxiety attack it’s there because he knows exactly how to help. Other than that his class is easy to keep up in as long as you do his assignments in class since he doesn’t give homework and he tests are pretty mild. No pop quizzes either. He has a cult but it’s not really a cult, I might elaborate later
Roman. Roman is the best theater teacher. He is so enthusiastic about this, the theater is his passion. He was in it as a teen and he wants to give the experiences he had too these new children who are so amazing and talented and he’s just so dang proud of them. He starts off his class with a song to get everyone in the mood and everyone is welcome to join him. Warm up kids, you gotta sing in this class. He will go to great lengths to give these kids the best he can, he will fight for his students. The most eccentric teacher in the whole school and proud of it. He will fight Virgil over coffee in the morning, and that is his Disney mug Virge fight him.
Btw, they are all Mr. Sanders which confuses so many people and it’s great
The One With The Basketball Game - Daniel Seavey Imagine
Requested: Not really (I’ll explain in the A/N)
Summary: When Daniel ignores you for an entire day at school, you resort to sitting next to Jack at the basketball game and this
Word count: 2381 (Omg I don’t know how it got this long lol)
A/N: Okay, so this imagine is actually a dream that Ava
(@avanunez13) had. I offered to write it for her bc its the best thing ever!
Thanks Ava for letting me write this for you, I had so much fun! I hope I did
your dream the justice it deserves! Also guys, I’m so sorry for being inactive for a little while, I’m in my last
couple of months of my final year in high school so its pretty hectic for me
right now. I hope you guys can forgive me! Xx
You maneuvered your way through crowds of students in the
school hall as you tried to find Daniel and Jack. You were fairly short so it
was hard for you to see where they were when students were blocking your view
from every angle. After minutes of scanning the crowded hall, you gave up on
trying to find them before class and went to your locker to grab your books out
You zigzagged through the maze of students to your locker
and placed your code in to unlock it. Not a moment later you heard Jack call
out your name from across the hall, the volume of it making you jump instantly.
He made his way over to your locker, gracing you with the breathtaking smile he
wore very rarely, and leaned against the locker next to yours.
“Hey, Y/N! You excited for the game after school?”
He asked eagerly. You knew how much of a basketball fanatic he was, he
literally never stopped talking about it. Being his best friend for three years
meant that you knew the names of just about every player in the NBA league.
Grinning, you nodded your head. You’d been looking forward
to this game for almost the entire week now and you couldn’t wait for school to
finish. Plus, it was another excuse to spend some more time with Daniel. This year Daniel had become a part of your friendship group and one of your closest friends, having nearly every class with him meant that you spent most of your day together, but lately you found yourself wondering if you
felt something more for him. If you weren’t daydreaming about him in the class one class that you didn’t have with him, you
were spending every waking second in his presence. Everything he said or did seemed to
be so perfect. He was so perfect.
“I’m so pumped for the game,” You responded
excitedly, slamming your locker shut. You leant against your locker and sighed,
school was probably going to drag on today.
“We better get there early this time because I want front row seats! You and Daniel better not be late today,” Jack reminded, raising an eyebrow at you. You and Daniel were always late to these kinds of events.
“I don’t want front row seats! I almost got hit in the
head last time we sat there, remember?!” You groaned, thinking back to last year’s basketball game when the ball went flying towards you and missed you by only a centimetre.
Jack doubles up in laughter at the recalled memory.
“Because you’re supposed to catch it if it comes your way, or at least
“Shut up!” You laugh, smiling at the memory you
two shared. It may have been traumatic for you but it was a good story to tell.
You turned your head and scanned around mindlessly, the
trace of a smile still on your lips. Your eyes landed on Daniel, who was
standing not so far away, already staring at you and Jack with an unreadable
expression on his face. Before you even had the chance to call him over, Daniel
stormed off, leaving you utterly confused. Jack, still consumed by laughter, didn’t notice Daniel’s weird behaviour.
You decided he might’ve had a bad morning or something and
brushed it off, you’d see him in class anyway. You and Jack talked for a bit
longer until the bell rang for the start of the day, ending your small catch up
session. You parted, exchanging quick smiles and goodbyes, before you headed to class.
Entering the class, your eyes skimmed over to your usual
spot at the back of the room, expecting to see Daniel sitting there. The two of
you sat next to each other in every class you had together, you were basically
attached at the hip. Instead, your eyes found the seat next to yours empty and
Daniel sitting close to the front with another girl. Why was he sitting there?
What was his problem today?
You tried not to let your mixed feelings show as you passed
the two of them and sat down at your table in the back. You were so confused by
his sudden behaviour and even more hurt that he’d chosen to avoid you for some
reason. You wouldn’t admit it but jealousy boiled at the pit of your stomach,
simmering at the surface of your heart. What had you done to deserve this?
The lessons went by excruciatingly slowly without Daniel
there to entertain you. He refused to sit next to you in the rest of your
classes that day, moving to sit next to someone else each time. He avoided you at lunch, choosing to share a table with another group. Your group, including Jack, must’ve seen how upset you were as they chose not to bring attention to the empty chair next to you. You’d had trouble
keeping the tears at bay for the entire day and it felt like there was a constant lump in your throat. By the last bell rang, ending the school day, you were just about ready
You had no idea what you did to deserve this treatment from
Daniel and it was eating away at you, constantly lurking in the back of your
mind. You needed answers. You followed the rest of the students out of the
class and searched for Daniel in the crowd. His tall figure stood out from
every one else, catching your attention. You jogged a little to catch up to
Daniel, dodging people in your way.
“Daniel!” You called out to him.
He looked behind him in search of the voice that called him.
His eyes landed you and the moment you looked into them, you felt a sting to
the heart. He rolled his eyes at you and quickened his pace, another shot to
the heart. The tears were now threatening to spill but you were not going to
let him get away this time, you needed to know why he was acting this way.
You quickened your pace too, in order to keep up with him.
“Daniel, what’s your problem? Have I done something wrong?” You
managed to choke out.
“Can you just leave me alone, Y/N? Why don’t you go
bother Jack instead, okay?” He snapped at you.
His words felt like a kick to the stomach, knocking the
breath out of you as you stopped in your tracks. You stood there in the middle
of the hall, completely flabbergasted by the turn of events. Why was he being like this?
Your heart urged for the tears to spill but you refused to
shed them. You hated people seeing you cry. You swallowed the giant lump in
your throat and turned around the other way, keeping your head down so no one
could see your glossy eyes. You broke out in a run, trying to find the nearest bathroom
before you completely broke down. Through blurry eyes, you found one, pushing
the door open and shuffling to into a stall. Locking the door behind you, you sat
down on the toilet seat, where you could finally let everything out that you’ve
been holding in all day.
Silent tears streamed down your face as you stared at the
dull blue stall door in front of you. The fact that you had no idea as to why
Daniel was being so cruel to you drove you absolutely insane. You were never
going to forgive him for this. You were done with whatever friendship you had
with him, whatever feelings you held for him.
You grabbed phone out of your pocket, ready to delete him
off of your contacts, when you noticed the time. You were already twenty
minutes late to the game! All this time spent whining over Daniel made you
forget about the game. Jack was going to kill you.
You wiped your tear-stained face with the sleeve of your
jumper and headed out of the stall. Thankfully, no one was in the bathroom as
you splashed some water on your face to freshen up. Hopefully no one notices
that you’ve just been crying for the last half hour.
You quickly made your way to the gym where you saw the game
had already begun and was in full swing. You walked over to the bleachers with
your head down and tried looking for Jack. He was sitting in one of the last
rows, looking at the game intently, an empty seat next to him that was saved for you.
You were just about to head up to sit next to him when you
noticed Daniel sitting a few rows away from him. He had an empty spot next to
him too. For a moment you were tempted to go and sit there, and demand answers
from him. You wanted to resolve this so badly but you had spent way too long fawning over him and you were not
going to put in anymore effort. If he wanted to talk to you again, he’d have
You made your way up to sit next to Jack, earning another
dirty glare from Daniel as you went past. This time, it hurt less. You plonked
down next to Jack and sighed, fixing your gaze onto the court.
“Where have you been, Y/N?! I was waiting for like
fifteen minutes at the doors! So thanks to you, we’re now sitting in the second
last row!” Jack huffed, turning to you. He glanced at you for a moment,
not taking long to realise that you’ve been crying. “Hey, what’s
wrong?” He said softly.
You moved your gaze onto Jack and you instantly regretted
it. The worry in his eyes made you want to cry all over again. “I-I…
Daniel… He…” Was all you could get out before your voice cracked.
Jack placed his arm around you and pulled you into a side
hug. You rested your head on his shoulder in comfort. At least you had Jack in
your life to be there for you. You didn’t know what you’d do without him.
Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Daniel staring at
the two of you in disgust. Jack must’ve seen it too because he whispered in
your ear, “Forget him.”
You’d be lying if you said you were paying attention to the
basketball game, because the truth was that you were obsessing over Daniel. No
matter how many times you told yourself to let it go, to move on, your mind
kept slipping into the dream that is Daniel. By the time the game ended, all
you wanted to do was go home and sleep your misery away. You bid Jack goodbye and decided to walk home for a change.
You weren’t even a hundred metres from the school when an arm grabbed you and
pulled you behind a tree. You let out a high-pitched scream as your heart beat out of your chest, only to find out your supposed ‘kidnapper’ was actually Daniel.You snatched your arm from his grip, completely appalled by
the nerve he had to even breath the same air as you right now. You were
“Leave me alone, Daniel! I really don’t feel like talking to you!” You sneered.
“I messed up.” Daniel ran a hand through his hair and sighed.
“Yeah, you did,” You scoffed. “That’s why you need to leave me alone.”
“Just hear me out, please,” Daniel begged you with pleading eyes.
You could not believe the nerve he had right now. After all this time spent thinking about why he was treating you so badly today, you weren’t even sure if you wanted to know the answer after all. He had hurt you countless times throughout the day and reliving those moments again didn’t seem that appealing.
“Do you know how it felt to have one of my best friends treat me like complete crap and having no idea why they were doing it?! It hurt, okay?! It hurt, Daniel!” You cried out, the tears making their return.
“I know, I know… I-I’m sorry,” He muttered, clearly ashamed by his actions. “I don’t know what got into me today.”
“What, so that’s supposed to make up for your behaviour
towards me? Daniel, ‘not knowing what got into you’ doesn’t cut it.”
“I just… I don’t know how to put it into words…”
You could tell he wanted to saw something but was struggling
to get it out. You felt your chest tighten at the sight of him absolutely
speechless, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything to break the awkward
“I just-I just hated it, you know?” He finally
managed to get out.
“You hated what?” You furrowed your brows.
Daniel’s broken riddles were starting to irritate you to say the least, and all
you wanted to do was just go home and forget this day ever happened.
“Seeing you and him,” He huffed, shoving his
slender hands into his pockets.
You gave Daniel a confused look, urging him to explain
“I hate seeing you and Jack. I hate how he makes you
happy and how you’re always laughing around him. I hate it. I want to be the
one to make you smile in that way and to make you cry from laughter. I want
that to be me.” His words seemed rushed and unplanned but heavy with
meaning all the same.
Your mouth formed an ‘o’ shape as you came to the
realisation that he was jealous of Jack. You felt the butterflies kicking in
and a knot form in your stomach. Was Daniel implying that he liked you?
You didn’t have to wait long to find out as Daniel pushed
his lips onto yours, connecting the two of you in a way that you’d only been
able to dream of until now. Chest against chest and arms wrapped around each
other, you shared a long-awaited kiss. All those times thinking about this
moment didn’t compare to the euphoric feeling you got when he moulded his lips
against yours. He was your missing puzzle piece.
You two finally broke away, smiling to yourselves as you
struggled to regain your breathes. Daniel looked down at you and tucked a
strand of your hair behind your ear, as if unsure if you were real or not.
“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to do
that?” He laughed.
he loves you but you can sure as hell bet that he’s always ready to go for the drag
don’t get me wrong, Minghao definitely has a romantic side with his wife and he’s probably adorable when you were still his girlfriend but when girlfriend turns into wife… well people get comfortable and you two go from
Him: “Oh do you want to order mint ice cream and share?”
You who hates mint ice cream: “Yeah..!”
“Why do you always buy mint ice cream, you know I hate it” “Its the only thing i can love in peace, you finish everything else”