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Germ is my favourite hahahahhaha!

I love how jack does the voices, it brings life to the game and when he really takes them and runs with them, when he talks himself but in Mae’s voice, outside the game dialog…..my heart explodes.

A lot of this game was relatable, mostly in a sad way but relatable.

This game was everything! I’m not emotionally attached to things like I wasn’t this game but something about jack playing this game, I couldn’t be without it.

The fuckin neighbourhood watch was a cult! I was scared but laughing about it lol!

OMG SOMEONE COMMENTED WHERES AUNT MALL COP!?!?! OMGGG!!!!!

Poor Casey RIP.

This game made me wish I had friends like this, sigh I need friends and family that are loving. So cold for me….damn. This got too real.

*applause* it’s done but it isn’t over :).

johncherrystone  asked:

#35 bokuroo :^) (or honestly any ship with either kuroo or bokuto, i feel like it fits either so well lol)

(hello and THANK YOU)

“So, uh, I noticed you’re kinda naked. Is that intentional, or…?”

Bokuto startled, then leaned casually against the shelf. He placed a boxing glove-clad hand on his cocked hip. 

“It’s intentional if you want it to be,” he said, low and sultry, leaving Kuroo equal parts confused and aroused. He was about to say so when somewhere in the darkness of the supply closet, the goat bleated.  

“Oh. He’s eating your shorts, isn’t he?”

“Like he knew I wasn’t wearing underwear!”

“Guuuuys,” came Oikawa’s voice from outside, thick with fake calm. “Ushiwaka is at my party asking about a goa–”

Laughter bubbled in Kuroo’s chest as he crossed the small space to Bokuto. “Happy Halloween, babe.”

“Kuroo– oh, damn– the goat.

“Ah, right, right!”

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“Not my President!” Says the voices outside my window #protest #president #DTLA #Losangeles #blacklivesmatter #women #vote (at Los Angeles City Hall)

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Tomorrow - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

can i request a jughead imagine with the prompt, “i think i’m in love with you, and i’m terrified.”

Originally posted by evenstoast


I’m sorry it’s so short, it’s more of a drabble than an imagine!

“C’mon, Y/N, you know I didn’t mean it like that,” Jughead said, but you were too busy looking around the diner, looking anywhere but at him. He had taken it too far, almost getting into a fight with Reggie, then just making a joke about it all. “It’s like you don’t care about your well being,” you said, finally looking back at him and seeing his greenish-blue eyes. He shut his laptop screen and lean forward, across the diner table. “Can we go outside and talk?” His voice was surprisingly calm, so you nodded and he packed up his belongings. When outside, Jughead turned, pressing you against the wall of Pop’s diner. “You’re right, I don’t care about myself, because I know that there’s a killer out there and I’m worried about you.” You stared up at him and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. The arm that had caged you against the wall, fell to his side. You reached for his hand, intertwining your fingers. “Jug, I’m going to be fine but I need you to look out for yourself too.” He pulled his hand out of yours, rubbing his palms against his face. He turned his back to you and you could see his back heaving. “Jug-” you started, but your friend turned around and you stopped upon seeing the tears in his eyes. “Y/N, you don’t get it,” his voice was quiet when he spoke now, “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

His words left you speechless. All you could do was walk towards him a wrap your arms around him in a tight hug. You felt his arms wrap around you as well, and he buried his face in the crook of your neck. Despite the fact and you Jughead having been friends for many years, you had never seen such a blatant show of emotion like this. You were used to his dry humor that always made you smile, but sarcasm would have never been able to hide these feelings. You felt his hands at the small of your back, pushing you closer to him. At some point during the hug, it started to rain. Little droplets fell against your hair and Jughead’s hat. You felt his shoulders shake and you pulled back to see if he was crying; but it was a smile that graced his lips instead of a frown. “Why are you laughing?” You asked, smiling at him, but he just slumped his head on his shoulder. “This is just…” he moved his head, looking into your eyes, “I tell you about how I feel and then it started to rain.” You reached up, the back of your knuckles stroking his cheek. His hand reaches up to grab yours, pulling you a little closer. You eyes darted from his eyes to his lips and you blushed when you realized he was doing the same. “Are we really gonna kiss in the rain?” His voice was a whisper, but you smiled at his tone. “I think we are,” you replied with a grin. The tips of your noses brushed as your faces grew closer. You lips met his in one quick movement and it was a flurry of emotions. His hand found your waist and yours landed on the back of his neck. You felt the rain start to fall heavier as he deepened the kiss.

You finally pulled back for air, you left him panting. You studied his face with somewhat swollen lips and you giggled at the expression in his eyes. “That was…” you nodded, grabbing his hand and pulling him under a rain guard near the diner. “Cliche?” You asked, taking his soaking hat off his head and running your fingers through his hair. He gave you a grin before he started to lean down again, pressing a quick kiss to your lips.

You stayed in the diner until the rain stopped and then Jughead started to walk you home. The walk was quiet for the most part, it wasn’t until you reached the edge of your driveway when someone spoke. “Y/N, I know that all of that,” Jughead raised his hands, “but if you don’t want to date I unders-” You cut off his rambling by pressing your lips to his once more. His hand instinctively reached for yours, holding it loosely. You backed away with a smile, “I think I love you too, Jughead.” The smile he gave you was breathtaking, but you had to go inside. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” you said, walking towards your house. His fingers were still tangled with yours, but as you pulled away, he let go on your hand. “Tomorrow.” He whispered to himself as he walked away. He would see you tomorrow.

I Can’t Help It - Archie x Reader

I took some liberties with it, I hope you don’t mind! I made Reggie a bit of a sleaze too lol. And I made it as gender neutral as possible! Hope you enjoy!


Originally posted by kevinkeller

“Arch?” You frown, peering into the supposedly empty classroom, “What are you doing… here?”

He steps into view, a guilty look upon his face. How was he going to explain this to you?

“I was just… I left a book behind,” he shrugs, attempting to sidestep you into the corridor.

“Nice try, Andrews,” you move to block his path, “I know when you’re lying,”

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anonymous asked:

Watching Titanic alone at night, but I keep hearing two voices outside the window behind me arguing about the physics of whether the door could've supported both Jack and Rose. Scared to look at who it is. UPDATE: just heard, "I, the Riddler, will prove this using SCIENCE!" And footsteps followed by a low voice saying, "Now I, Harley, can watch the movie in peace with my new friend!" #SheMeansMe #Help #OnlyInGotham

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Meagan Foster’s–or as she was formerly known, Billie Lurk–cabin on the Dreadful Wale. The audiograph you can see on the right contains Daud’s thoughts on Delilah:

“I’ve learned that our choices always matter to someone, somewhere. And sooner or later, in ways we can’t always fathom, the consequences come back to us. I came from Serkonos to Dunwall as a boy and made my living as a killer, one of the few who’ve heard the Outsider’s voice. I murdered an Empress, but saved her daughter, who will one day rule an Empire. Those were my choices. I’m ready for what comes.”

There’s a whaler mask on the right and two bone charms hidden in the cabinet.

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Bill: M-M-M-M-MARRY!!!?? DIPPER??! HOW IN THE EVER LOVING- DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT MARRY MEANS? SURELY SOME OF YOU HAVE BRAIN DAMAGE OR SOMETHING, BECAUSE DIPPER AND I ARE JUST FRIENDS- ROOMMATES- UUHH- SOME OTHER WORD FOR CLOSE FRIENDS-

((Thanks for the ask~))

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Good Girl (Chapter 1)

Summary: Negan plans to bring you back to the sanctuary with him, after you decided to ignore his rules

WARNINGS: Upcoming smut (yessss be ready for that), swearing, Negan fluff later on

I’ve already written up to chapter 4 of this story, so if people enjoy the first chapter I’ll continue to update. 


Originally posted by rickgrimesnetwork

His voice boomed outside of the window. “When I said I wanted all of you fuckers outside, I fucking meant all of you, and by the looks of it, we’re missing one”. All of the group, led by Rick, gathered at the center of the community called Alexandria. Negan’s group recently began terrorizing your group, claiming “half your shit” and weekly check-ups. You had only been apart of Rick’s group for a few months. However, you were growing tired of Negan’s rules. So instead of following his orders, you decided to stay inside your home, hoping it would go unnoticed. You were wrong.

“I may not remember all of you fuckers, but how the fuck could I forget a pretty face like that? Especially when she thinks I can’t see her peering through her window.” He turned towards your window, causing you to quickly duck down for cover. You crawled towards the dresser, searching for your pocket knife. Negan sighed loudly outside.

“She’s a tough one ain’t she? Dwight fucking watch these shit heads, I’ll go get the girl.” Hearing his footsteps approach your house you ran and locked your bedroom door. Your front door loudly swung open and heavy steps welcomed themselves in. You sat against the bedroom door, your heart rate increased as the steps came closer.

“C’mon sweetheart, make it easy on me will ya?” he spoke loudly outside of the door. He lightly knocked on the door causing you to jump.

“Someone clearly doesn’t know how to follow the fucking rules”. You waited against the only barrier between the two of you. He sighed

“1…”

He began to count as your mind began to race. What would happen when he got to 3?

“2..” he was growing impatient now.

You quickly stood up not wanting to know the outcome of 3. Unlocking the door, you slowly opened it, hesitantly meeting Negan’s gaze. He grinned as he towered over you.

“Good girl.” his voice sent shivers throughout your body.

“Blushing now, are we?” His smile grew.

You had never been face-to-face with him, and you had to admit he was quite a sight. He was tall and slim. Sexy. And the fact he was towering over you only turned you on more. Your thoughts came to a halt when his hand brushed your cheek, placing you hair behind your ear.

“What’s a matter darlin’? Cat got your tongue?” he leaned forward.

“No.” you spoke hard, gripping your knife. You weren’t about to back down, even though you were attracted to Negan. He glanced down at your grip. He grabbed your hand and pulled it close to his face. His eyes showed amusement.

“And what the fuck were planning on doing with this?” His gaze met yours.

“It’s for protection,” you said staring back at him. He held back a laugh.

“Protection huh? Cute.” He grabbed the knife from your hand and placed it in his pocket.

“Lucille here is quite insulted you even attempted to fucking compare that embarrassment to her.”

Your anxiety grew. “It wasn’t meant to protect me from you, just in general”. You spoke softer now. He leaned even closer to your face.

“Are you saying you’re not fucking scared of me?” His voice deepened.

You nodded your head in response. “No, I’m not scared of you.” He leaned back at the answer and smiled.

“I like you, I’m taking you back with me”. Before you could protest, he gripped onto your arm and dragged you outside.

“Dwight, take half their shit and go. No fucking around. My plans have been adjusted.” He looked down at you and smiled.

Ok so funny story

I was just discussing this with my family and I thought tumblr might find it amusing.
So ok picture this I’m like 15? my sister’s lipsticksandliquors like 13 my parents are out and my sister’s in her bedroom I’m just doing something in the bathroom when we hear mens’ voices outside. Usually whatever, we live in a semi detached house, our neighbours might have visitors or whatever. But there’s noises and (what sounded like) banging on windows and the voices of several men and me and my sister go into our parents’ room to see what’s going on by looking out the window out to the front of the house. We’re very discreetly trying to look out without being seen and there’s this strange group of guys we don’t know. They look like they have tools of some kind. Clearly our minds bypass the logical right into panic mode and we stand there thinking we’re about to be burgled or something, we don’t know what to do. Suddenly the top of a ladder is propped against the window we’re looking out of with a bang, startling us. I now go into full blown HOLY SHIT HE’S GOT A LADDER HE’S GOING TO CLIMB IN THE WINDOW panic mode. I stress I was NOT thinking at all logically, in fact I don’t even know what was going through my head in retrospect. So I do the only thing I can think of to do in what, to me, looks like an imminent breaking and entering. Do we run out of the room in question to hide?
No, of course not!
As my sister crouches between the wall and my parents’ bed, I vividly remember literally THROWING myself spread-eagled onto my parents’ bed, in full view of the window as if that would have helped, pressing myself to the bed flat and screeching in my most panicked war cry,
“STAY LOW!!!!!”
Fucking. Stay low. STAY LOW. Like I was in some fucking action movie and a bomb was about to go off or something.
My sister briefly brings up the possibility of going to look for the cat but I go FUCK NO STAY WHERE YOU ARE. ITS EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF AT THIS POINT. so there we are, my sister on the floor, me flat on the fucking bed like an idiot in a useless hiding position, figuring well fuck, we made our choice and now we have to stick to it damn it, when we hear someone start to climb up the ladder. This is it, no turning back. I press my face into the bed. We tense. We wait for our impending doom. Then the guy gets to the top, pulls out a sponge and starts wiping the window down.
In this moment, my sister and I, in our positions looking like fucking idiots, turn to look at each other. We look at each other for a long moment.
IT WAS THE WINDOW CLEANERS. IT WAS THE FUCKING WINDOW CLEANERS WITH LADDERS AND BUCKETS AND SPONGES, WHO COME EVERY FUCKING WEEK. clearly this did not cross my mind when I formulated this stupid STAY LOW plan. Our windows get cleaned like every fucking week and not ONCE did it cross my mind that it could possibly be the window cleaner. We burst out into hysterical laughter and we didn’t stop for about ten minutes. I was crying.
It was the fucking window cleaner.

STAY LOW.

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hurricanejared his voice is too fucking incredibly beautiful for this world😍    i could listen to his voice on repeat for the rest of my life i stg💕💕


My thoughts exactly!!  

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I will follow youuuuuuuu xx

you are at war with yourself;
with your body,
with your soul,
with your mind.

you are at war with the people you hate
and the people you love,
with the voices in your head
and the voices outside.

(they keep screaming,
you’re not putting in your effort soldier)

—  excerpt from a book i’m actually writing