or just very stupid

genderbinaryisforlosers  asked:

ok the logical part of me is like "you can't read abot without watching/reading mob psycho 100 that's just stupid" and another, very loud part of me is like "BUT DONT YOU WANT YOUR HEART RIPPED OUT" to which the answer is YES so ok i guess my question is would i be utterly lost if i just started reading it with a very basic knowledge of the original material

The thing is, you can read ABoT without having read mp100.

I totally recommend mp100!!!! But since ABoT is an AU of mp100, it kinda stands alone. Like, you’ll miss the nods to canon (which, there are a lot of) and like, all the background and stuff. BUT, it can still stand alone.

anonymous asked:

Do you not like matpat? ...why?

OK, so I very genuinely hate MatPat. I don’t enjoy his content and this isn’t going to be ~constructive criticism~ or anything to fix his brand because I just…I just hate the guy. Somewhat irrationally? If you like him, then know that this isn’t me judging you or anything, I just hate Matpat like I hate spiders. 

His smug face pisses me off when it’s plastered onto every aspect of his videos. His constant bragging about how he has gaming and theories down to a “science” makes me mad because his theories are reach-y and he constantly brings up his science education in a very #humblebrag kindof way. He brags about his girlfriend’s achievements in a very self-congratulatory way? He talks about getting a perfect or near-perfect SAT score (I hate him so I don’t remember which and won’t go rewatch the video) in one video where he goes on and on about how he’s doing stats (his stats are bad) to bring science to his channel???? And I literally don’t believe him lmao. Straight up don’t believe he did that well. 

I’ve actually been studying science for the past 4 years, including statistics, and so his bullshit makes me extra special salty. I fucking HATE scientific elitism with a passion and he sounds like every person who pisses me off ever.

Matpat is just constantly patting himself on the back and aihsdiuwehrehgiotgjae it drives me nuts!??! LOOK AT HIS SMUG FUCKING FACE.

A bunch of his theories are unoriginal. So unoriginal that they’ve been posted everywhere on the internet before he’s gotten his hands on them. So unoriginal that for pretty much every theory there’s already one post in existence that is a) better fleshed out or b) blatantly titling itself a crack theory. Matpat gives no credit because he’s a big bitch baby who like to pretend doing the “theory” and “research” part of his videos is a labour of love.

He gave Undertale to the pope and I cannot express enough how much that sums up his smug ass personality to me. 


He thinks he’s gods gift to gaming and I want to fight him!?!? I personally want to fight MatPat. His face makes me mad.

It’d be cool if he just considers his lame unoriginal content to be “fun” or that he accepted his theories as kinda a joke thing? But he’s legit super smug about it. He’s smug about being right about “theories” that aren’t even theories-  they are legit IN THE GAME (satanic overtones in Hello Neighbor for instance). He’s smug about being wrong, too!? He’s just so smug HOW IS ONE MAN THIS SMUG!?!?!? YOUR GAME THEORIES AREN’T REAL RESEARCH MATPAT!! THEY ARE CASUAL INTERNET RESEARCH! ACCEPT THIS AND MOVE ON!! STOP PRETENDING YOU’VE SPENT WEEKS SLAVING OVER PRINTED PAPERS ON HOW LUIGI IS IN REAL ESTATE OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT AND JUST ACCEPT THAT YOUR THEORIES ARE FUN AND NOT CORRECT JESUS CHRIST?!?!?!?!?

TLDR: Matpat is a smug motherfucker who constantly pats himself on the back for being more /intelligent/ than other gamers/theorists with his videos when they are unoriginal, aren’t well thought out, and just seem to be a vehicle for his narcissism. His pseudo-intellectual attitude fills me with irrational rage.

just tackled steve because he was eating peanut butter & i forgot he’s not allergic anymore & i thought he was gonna die. whoopsie.
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Have you kissed your lovely boyfriend today?

steve will apparently fight nazis & 117 countries on my behalf but when he saw a group of screaming fangirls coming at us this morning he yelled ‘every man for himself!!!’ and started running

im not saying nina taught sonny to read, but that is what she tells people

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” You must know that such love is impossible.”
“ Impossible loves, I’m very much afraid they can become an addiction. “

I feel like vulture culture is actually super duper sweet.

A lot of times the people take such good care of the animals and they’re tender and respectful of the bodies and they turn them into something beautiful or educational

There’s a certain kind of tenderness and respect for all life that comes with being a vulture

We’ll serve anyone.

And to anyone at all.

I can’t stop making AUs from stuff, so… Anti and Wilford as Sweeney Todd and Mrs. Lovett, respectfully. (This time the AU is pretty fleshed out in my head already so you can absolutely expect more of it)

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Answering the oc asks as a warm up! Thank you all so much for liking this nerd enough to ask stuff about him??? We both appreciate it a lot 💕

he’s very proud of his expensive grandpa sweater (x)

Don’t Freak V

Steve Harrington x Reader

PART I | PART II | PART III | PART IV

PART V

AN: I AM COMPLETE TRASH. NO SURPRISE THERE.


Jonathan sat like stone, emotion vacant from his face while Y/N paced the living room.

Please say something,” She begged. Jonathan shrugged.

“I don’t know what to say,” Y/N sighed and nodded. A few moments passed before Y/N spoke again.

“He came by today,”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t let him in,” Jonathan took a good look at her face, then laughed. “He tried talking to me through the mail slot in the door,” This had Jonathan full belly laughing. “Why are you laughing?” He had a grin on his face and shook his head in disbelief.

“You’re scared,”

“Of what?”

“The prospect that someone actually has feelings for you that aren’t platonic?” Jonathan shrugged as if it made perfect sense. “You’re so used to it just being me and you that the thought of someone actually spilling their guts out to you freaks you out. And he actually did it,”

“Shouldn’t it freak me out?! This is a normal reaction! I am reacting normally!” She grabbed a throw pillow off the sofa and smothered her face in it, screaming.

“And from the fact that you’ve been cooped up in your house all weekend, missed school today, and you’re now screaming into a pillow, I’d say that…this is effecting you as more than a freak out,” Y/N took the pillow off her face and glared at Jonathan.

“I do not like him,” Jonathan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t!”

“Okay,” He shrugged.

“He’s a jerk!” Y/N went back to pacing, her arms crossed tightly against her chest.  

“Uh-huh,” He nodded.

“He’s completely full of himself,”

“Alright,”

“And don’t get me started on that stupid hair,” She pointed at Jonathan, who just sat and watched his best friend unravel before his very eyes. “Stupid, perfect hair,” She muttered to herself, but was loud enough for Jonathan to catch it.

“Anything else?” She looked like a wild woman before him as she held her arm out on either side of her.

“Literally everything about him is bad!” Jonathan rolled his eyes.

“Come on, you know that’s not true. I mean, yeah, he’s a dick, but after everything you told me he said, it makes sense. And…he’s a person with feelings?”

“What are you doing?” Y/N pointed accusingly at Jonathan,

“Nothing,” He put his hands out in surrender, “It’s just that from a guy’s perspective, it kinda makes sense,”

“It makes sense that he’s treated you like shit for three years? That’s what you’re saying? Now he suddenly has feelings?”

“Yeah, for you -a girl- who is not me.” Then Jonathan sighed, “Do I appreciate that he’s treated me like shit for three years because he has some kind of neanderthal complex? No, but you’re not seeing it the way I’m seeing it.”

“Then maybe you should date him,” Jonathan gave her a pointed look.

“Don’t deflect,” Y/N shoved a pillow into his chest, “Listen, I’m the last person that would defend him to anyone, especially you, but he just had a look when I talked to him at school.” Y/N sat back down. “Do what you want, but now that I know he came to check on you when I told him you weren’t in class, it all adds up. Do I like that it’s him that’s making a move on you, no, but he seems…genuine? And if he can make you happy…” Y/N flung herself back onto the cushions and groaned.

“I’m feeling things I’ve never felt before and I’m uncomfortable, and I don’t like it. I don’t know what to do,” Y/N looked to Jonathan for any kind of direction.

“You could do the normal human thing and give him a shot? Talk to him without clamming up.” Y/N’s face scrunched up.

Who are you?”


“I can’t do this,” Y/N stared at her garage door from the driver seat of her car. She sat there in the freezing car for at least a half hour. The key wasn’t even in the ignition and she felt like she was going to throw up. She closed her eyes, tilted her head back against the seat and took deep, calming breaths.

A sudden knock on her window caused her to punch the horn in freight.

Shit-fuck!” Y/N screamed, her body sliding awkwardly to the floor space of the Jetta. Her head and shoulders were on on the seat and she could see Steve’s petrified face looking down at her.

Y/N, even more awkwardly, cranked the window down.

“Steve,”

“Are you alright?” Y/N nodded

“Yeah, I’m fine, great actually,” Steve raised an eyebrow at her tone. “I was actually on my way to find you,”

“Really?” He asked skeptically. She awkwardly nodded. “Going nowhere fast?” He nodded to the keys sitting on the passenger seat. Y/N rolled her head to look, then back to Steve.

“I would’ve made it there…eventually,” She sighed. “I’m sorry. I was incredibly rude this morning. This isn’t…easy…for me,”

“Uh, apology accepted, but are we going to do this, like this?” Steve motioned between the two of them.

“Can you…turn around or something? So I can, at least, keep some of my dignity?” Steve chuckled and humored her. With his back turned, the door opened with a squeak and Steve heard a grunt and a plop on the pavement behind him. He snickered to himself, not wanting to piss her off.

“Alright, I’m somewhat presentable,” Y/N was stuffing her keys into her coat pocket as he turned back around.

“You uh, want to go for a ride?” Steve did a side nod, motioning to his car, hopeful that she would take him up on his offer. It took everything in Y/N to not bolt for the door to her house, but she nodded and followed him, getting in on the passenger side.

They drove in silence, only the cassette playing softly as background noise. Y/N recognized it, more than recognized it.

“Escape?” Y/N asked. She knew which album it was, but she was trying to initiate the conversation. Goddamn it, Jonathan. Steve smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, it’s a great album,” Jonathan actually bought her the album as an early birthday present when it was released in ’81 because she was absolutely obsessed with Steve Perry for a short period of time. She wasn’t going to tell Steve that though.

“It’s a favorite of mine,” She admitted. Don’t clam up. Y/N had to hold her hands in her lap to keep them from shaking.

“Me too!” Steve nearly shouted, then immediately looked horrified at his outburst. He was just happy they could agree on something. One of Y/N’s hands covered her mouth, but he saw her smile before the mittens on her hands covered it. “There it is. I finally get a smile out of you and it’s because I’m an idiot,” Steve muttered shook his head, but blushed all the same causing Y/N to actually laugh. Unfortunately for Steve, it was gone as quickly as it came. Y/N was soon back to her nervous, quiet self.

Steve drove through Hawkins and passed through the town limits. There were miles of hills and flatlands outside of the town. There was a gravel turn off of the two lane highway. They drove with Journey filling the silence until he parked facing the town. The sun was starting to set over the mountain at the backside of Hawkins, casting a pink glow over everything. Steve unbuckled his seatbelt and shifted to face Y/N.

“So,” Steve started, “Were you actually going out to find me?” Y/N turned to look at him. She nodded.

“Yeah,”

“Okay,” He pressed for Y/N to continue.

“It has been brought to my attention that I haven’t been entirely fair to you. I never considered that you were actually serious, serious. Like, I knew you were serious, but there’s no way you could’ve actually been seriously serious? You know?” Steve’s brain tried to compute what Y/N was trying to say, but he ended up with -Y/N would never admit- an adorably confused face.

“No?” Y/N sighed and looked down to her hands.

“No one’s ever really shown interest in me, which is fine, but then you came whirling out of nowhere, confessing that you’ve been pining after me for years. To be blunt, Steve, it fucked me up.”

“Not the reaction I was hoping for, just so you know,” Y/N took the mittens off her now warm hands and set them on her lap.

“I guess I’ve never really been interested in relationships to actually care that I’ve never had one. I never imagined myself in one. It just…wasn’t a thought. My parent’s relationship was incredibly shitty, so I guess that played a part in it. I figured if that was what a relationship was, I didn’t want any part in one. After they got divorced, my mom seemed happier, so why even go through it in the first place if you could bypass it and just be happy? Then you came along and now I don’t know what to think anymore. What I do know is that what I’m feeling right now isn’t something I’ve ever felt before, and if I don’t give this a shot, I’ll regret it.” She partially mirrored his words during their last car ride. Steve’s eyes held hope. Give him a shot.

“But now that you’ve come back, turned night into day. I need you to stay,”

Y/N grabbed every ounce of courage she held within her and reached over to Steve. She gently cupped his cheek and pulled him towards her. The song playing over the stereo gave her some extra needed encouragement.

“So now I come to you with open arms. Nothing to hide, believe what I say.”

When their lips met, it was like fireworks were erupting behind Y/N’s eyes. It was short, but it was sweeter than anything she could’ve ever imagined.  

“So here I am with open arms. Hoping you’ll see what your love means to me with open arms,”

This…really just happened. Y/N kissed Steve because she wanted to. She wanted to.

As they pulled apart, Steve had the goofiest smile stretched across his face.

“Thanks,” Y/N bursted into a full laugh in Steve’s face. It was like music to his ears. Her forehead hit his chest and he could feel the rumbles of her laughter. He brought his hand up to the back of her head and held her to himself as she tried to calm down. Once she could form words again, she pulled herself up. Steve’s hand moved to rest at the base of her neck, his thumb rubbing just under her ear.

“You’re welcome, Steve.” Y/N said with a shy smile and a darkening blush on her cheeks.


There it is; the meat and potatoes y’all have been waiting for because I’m a creature that thrives on angst and suffering. I had the dumbest look on my face while I tried to write this.

I don’t know if I want to post more to this? It seems like a good place to end it? Idk, I might do a few parts of moments throughout their relationship??

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season 3 oliver was so sad and angsty

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Mon-El Appreciation Week: Day 1 ♡ the moment you fell in love with Mon-El  → Survivors (2x04)

Mixup

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, talk of periods

Word Count: 1,913

Prompt: After a witch spews it’s spells on Dean and the reader, the reader wishes for something to happen to Dean, and Dean turns into a whiny bitch about it.

Special thanks to @lipstickandwhiskey for betaing.

It was nearly blinding when the purplish-grey dust flew around you and Dean. Before it could all clear out, and the two of you could actually see, Sam had nailed the witch. One bullet, directly through the back of her head, and you were fine. She collapsed into a heap on the ground, and that was that.

Sam’s nose scrunched up as he approached the two of you. “What the hell did she douse you guys with?”

“Some of her freak weirdo witch juice,” Dean grumbled, practically gagging at the stench that was coming from the dust. “I need to shower, like now.”

“Good thing we’re not far from the motel,” you chimed in. “So what do we do with Bellatrix over there?”

Dean scoffed, “really? Out of all the iconic witches, you pick the one from Harry Potter?”

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