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electricitytrick  asked:

[arrives in your inbox to whisper about the taz college au] Taako in the dorm kitchen making an improvised cheesecake out of cheap cream cheese and oreos and other stuff he's managed to dig up from the backs of the cupboards, and Magnus sits at the table just watching, kinda mesmerized, because that's gotta be magic, dude. Merle's sitting next to him, proofreading his essay and wearing these giant ancient-looking headphones, but even he lifts his head when it starts to smell really delicious.

Hell yeah, I love this! College au returns!

Speaking of Merle in giant headphones, I can so picture Merle being an old-school vinyl man, has a record player on his tiny-ass dorm dresser, and likes to open the windows and put on a record when the weather is nice.

SE please stop preventing me from playing ffxiv by being so pricey I just want to sit in the server and look at all the pretty people.


MADE THIS ESPECIALLY FOR actualvelociraptor u w u

idea derived from this vid

R U L E S: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours. When you are done, tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!

Tagged by: @poy-art ((thanks Cle-cle ❤ ))

A) Age: 14 (this may) uwu

B) Biggest fear: Maggots and The Dark

C) Current time: 7:41PM

D) Drink you last had: Chocolate milk

E) Every day starts with: School days ➡waking up at 3:30 AM and listen to song after that take a bath at 5:15 AM
Weekend ➡ Waking up at 6:00 AM then do something useless :‘v

F) Favourite song atm: Theory Of A Deadman ➡ Angel

G) Ghosts, are they real?: Maybe but Satan ARE REAL 👌

H) Hometown?: Tangerang Selatan ➡ Jakarta

I) In love with?: Fluffy animals , cute / scary / sadistic stuff uwu and COFFEE

J) Jealous of? : No one cause Jealousy is a bad habbit uwu

K) Killed Someone?: No thanks ~

L) Last time you cried: a hours ago 😂😂

M) Middle name: Zuhra ( it means Star -w- )

N) Number of siblings: only one Big Sister

O) One wish: To be succes 😂

P) Person you last called/texted: my mom

Q) Questions you are always being asked: “Why is your hair so puffy??”

R) Reasons to smile: Life :)

S) Song last you sung: The Weeknd ➡ Starboy

T) Time you woke up: Breakfast

U) Underwear colour: ((sorry not gonna tell y'all >:v))

W) Worst Habits: Being sad for no reason at all also over-thinking to much

X) X-rays you’ve had: none :’)

Y) Your favourite food: Kebab ❤❤

Z) Zodiac sign: Taurus ♉

I tag
Anyone who want to do it 👌

The vegetarian post reminded me of how in elementary school a lot of the kids had been taught to push their vegetarian diet by their parents through guilt. But what they didn’t realize is that I legit started out as a vegetarian when I was tiny and it took my parents forever to get me to eat meat because I knew it was animals. So I was eating meat by choice.

So whenever those kids would start in on how my food was violently killed while I was trying to eat lunch I would just say “Yeah, I know” and eat my meat while never breaking eye contact with them

They tended to leave me alone after that.

(I’m not against vegetarianism but I am against people pushing their opinions on me, especially with guilt, just to be clear)

murrthecat  asked:

Do you mind if I ask you if you prefer society6 over redbubble? Sorry to bother you.

It’s no bother at all! I really don’t know much about Rebubble! I made an account with Society6 for my pet portraits to start with. People who purchase pet portraits from me will often get a pillow or something of their pet. I loved how the artwork was printed on the products so I decided to make an account for Oreo stuff too. My art account is here: https://society6.com/tinamodugno

I really like the quality from Society6. I guess you’d have to find someone who uses Rebubble and as their opinion on that one!

The Tattoo Soulmate! Luke

He wasn’t one to get inked, so when he woke up one morning with a bird tattoo on his collarbone, he wasn’t the only one who was confused.

“Dude, when did you get tattoo?” Calum asked, sitting on the edge of the swimming pool to Michael’s house.

“I just woke up one morning and it was here. I don’t know what to do, but I kinda like it so I’m not going to cover it up or remove it.” He shrugged, catching the rugby ball Ashton threw at him.

“I think that’s your soulmate tattoo.” Michael said, swimming over to them.

“My soulmate tattoo?” Luke looked at him, confused.

“Yeah, at some point in your life, a tattoo’s going to appear on your collarbone or wrist and it’ll lead you to your soulmate. They say that if you meet them, it’ll glow and turn into a scar.” Michael shrugged.

“You believe in that stuff?” Ashton asked, sitting next to Calum.

“It happened to an old friend.”

“Yeah, but most of the time it’s just a myth. You never know whether he got drunk and suddenly got it.” Calum said.

“Luke when did you wake up with the tattoo?” Michael asked.

“Last week, Monday. I didn’t party at all last weekend. I was with you guys the entire time.” Luke said, drifting away from their conversation as Calum and Michael continued to argue about it.  Then he saw her. Her face flashed into his head for a split second, but it was enough to see her hair and eyes. He shook his head back into reality and turned to his three best mates. Ashton was watching Cal and Michael argue, turning to Luke and swimming over to his side.

“Do you believe Michael?” He asked, leaning against the edge.

“It’s 50/50. I believe but I don’t.” Luke shrugged, “Wanna continue the game while they’re arguing?” He slid into the water, taking the rugby ball and moving to the middle.

“Yeah sure.”  Ash nodded, moving to the other edge.


“Luke, hurry up! We’re going to miss the start of it!” Michael called. He realised that he had just been standing still in the midst of the large crowd of people. He pushed past the people, catching up with his friends. He bumped into someone, falling over with a yelp. He stood up, holding his wrist that was aching from stopping his fall.

“You okay?” A voice asked behind him. He turned around, his breath hitching in his throat when he was faced with a beautiful face. Her breath stopping when she found herself getting lost in his blue eyes. He felt himself getting lost as well, admiring her features.

Those eyes. He thought to himself, his hand subconsciously moving to cup her face. She didn’t react, too lost focusing on his features. His hand move to her hair, running through it,

“Who are you?” He asked, moving his hand down to hers, nudging it lightly.

“(Y/n).” She said before letting out a gasp and holding her collarbone. Light shone from the gaps of her fingers. Luke closed his eyes, holding his breath to sustain the pain as he felt his collarbone burning. He stumbled backwards, holding his collarbone and feeling his hand heat up as well. He looked down at his collarbone after the heat wore off.

“The bird tattoo, it’s, it’s a scar.” His eyes widened in disbelief before looking at her. Her eyes were just as wide when she looked down at her own collarbone,

“The guitar, I want to check it and tell me it’s not a scar now.” She said quickly. He looked at her collarbone,

“It’s a scar.” He said, looking at her face.

“Your bird tattoo’s a scar, too.” Her lips parted as she kept her gaze on his pale skin, “Why a guitar?” Her gaze moved to his eyes.

“I’m a guitarist, I guess. Why a bird?” He asked, not tearing his eyes away from hers.

“I’m free.” She whispered, reaching down and holding his hand. They shivered went they felt a spark run through their bodies.

“You wanna get out of here?” He asked, holding her hand firmly.

“Only if it’s with you.” She smiled as they pushed past through the crowd and towards the entrance.

“See? I told you it was a soulmate tattoo.” Michael smiled proudly, crossing his arms over his chest as the three of them watched Luke leave.

“But how were you so sure?” Calum asked.

“Because I have one too.” He lifted his wrist, showing them a crescent moon tattoo on his wrist, “Ash does too.” Cal turned to Ashton who lifted his own wrist, showing a musical note.

“Then why don’t I have one?” Cal pouted.

“You gotta wait.” Mikey patted his back.


“Bloody impossible!” She laughed as she watched Michael try and fit 20 Oreos into his mouth.

“It’ll work. Trust me, (Y/n).” He rolled his eyes as he started filling his mouth one by one.

“Hey, babe. What'cha doing?” Luke asked, wrapping his arm around her waist and kissing the top of her head.

“Michael thinks just because you can stuff 20 Oreos into his mouth, he can do it to.” She chuckled.

“Michael, you’ll only be able to do it if you can fit 20 hotdogs in your mouth.” Luke laughed.

“It’s not my fault you have a big jaw.” He pouted, sticking more of the Oreos into his mouth.

“Hey, where’s Annabelle?” She asked, looking around for her 5 year old daughter.

“She’s playing the piano.” Luke said.

“I’ll go see her. You stay and make sure Michael doesn’t chew any of them.” She laughed, pecking his lips before walking into the house. “Anna?” She called as she walked into the study room.

“I’m at the piano, mum!” The voice of her daughter spoke as she poked her head out from behind the white grand piano. The familiar blue eyes she inherited from Luke sparkling as she looked at her mother.

“Did you learn any new songs?” (Y/n) asked, sitting beside her on the white leather stool.

“I just learned how to play Outer Space!” She gave her mother a toothy grin before placing her tiny hands on the keys and playing.

“There’s my two favourite girls.” Luke smiled as he walked into the room, picking up his daughter and holding his wife by the waist. “What were you playing, Sweet pea?” He asked, kissing Annabelle on the forehead.

“Outer Space! Uncle Mikey showed me!” She smiled.

“Do you want some Oreos, Anna?” (Y/n) asked.


“Your Uncle Mikey has some. Go get some from him.” Luke set her down onto the floor and nudged her to go out into the garden.

“He is going to kill us for telling her to eat his Oreos.” She laughed.

“Yeah, but he’s going to be filled with Oreos so it’s his fault.” He chuckled, kissing her cheek, “I love you, (Y/n).” He turned her so that she was facing him and pressing his kiss to her in a passionate kiss, his hands on her hips. Her hands moved to the back of his neck, kissing him back.

“I love you, too, Luke.” She whispered against his lips.

“Luke! (Y/n)! I’m only giving her 2 Oreos!” Michael yelled from the garden, causing them to pull away and laugh.

“Daddy! Uncle Mikey is being mean.” Annabelle ran back into the room, pouting.

“Just keep annoying him until he gives you more.” Luke smiled, watching his daughter nod and run back out before turning to his wife and kissing her forehead once again.