paper pull

one time a classmate reached into his bag to get pen and paper and instead pulled out a clock, like a full-sized wall-hanging clock, that he’d been carrying around all day without knowing.

and he like “I…I dont know how this got here. I don’t remember putting it there.” and I feel like that sums up student life.

The next story arc of Supernatural will be Dean and Sam discovering [pulls paper from hat] the Garden of Eden but it’s guarded by God’s [spins wheel] former pet dragon and Cas has to leave because of [throws dart] an angelic plague

Sometimes hope is a thing with feathers
And sometimes hope is a thing with a snow covered snoot

it da first day of atsutodo week

idk how first dates work tbh since im a single potato, so i did what i would think would be an ideal first date, which is getting cotton candy or something idk im tired i did this in history class

ill make quality atsutodo art later lmao

Princess of Carrion

Reeling back into myself, I readied to read that spell.

The paper trembled as I pulled it from my pocket. As my fingers brushed the half of the Book inside.

Sweet-tongued liar, lady of many faces-

One hand on half of the Book of Breathings, the other on the Cauldron, I took a step outside myself, a jolt passing through my blood as if I were no more than a lightning rod.

Yes, you see now, princess of carrion - you see what you must do…

ACOMAF, Page 586

ACOWAR Part 1 is called “Princess of Carrion”


Andrew gets an anonymous gift for his birthday. He knows it has to be one of the Foxes because literally no one else would bother. But as he holds the box in his hand no one fesses up so Andrew takes it to his room and throws it down on his bed.

Andrew forgets about the gift for a while until Nicky asks him about it a few days later at practice and prayers him until he gives in and gets the present.

It’s a large, triangular shaped box and very light.

So Andrew pulls off the offensively bright pink bow and the princess wrapping paper and pulls off the box lid. To find a slightly smaller box.

He makes a huff of frustration imperceptible to all but Neil and pulls off the next lid. Again. He is shown another box.

At this point all the Foxes are looking at each other like wtf????? And Andrew is getting increasingly annoyed

Until e finally makes it down to a smaller box- about a third of the size of the original- with note attached to it

Andrew snatched up the note and passes it to Neil who reads it and puts a hand out to stop Andrew opening to final box

But he already has

And in his hands is a bright orange ukulele with ‘I ❤ 10 Josten’ painted on it

Everyone just stares and blinks and sort of back away into the cushions of their sofas/seat as if trying to become the cushions

And Andrew snatches the note from Neil

‘Dear Mini,

I would have bought you a guitar, but I thought this was more your size.


Andrew picks up the ukulele and seems to storm out of the room. Well, as much as Andrew does.

When he comes back he threatens anyone who dares to bring it up

So much so that no one would dare mention any instrument in front of Andrew

But later that night, Neil walks up to the roof

And there is Andrew

Sitting cross legged

Strumming away

And singing

And Neil just kind of stops dead and walks up

And Andrew curls around the ukulele protectively and mutters 'fucking Aaron’

And strokes the ukulele protectively

Neil just does not know how to react to this. So he claims of just backs away slowly and retreats to his room

If Neil sees Andrew tracing the letters of Josten on the ukulele he definitely does not mention it


People ask “How did you get out of depression?” and my answer is genuinely “I don’t know.” I just remember…I remember vividly I woke up in this room. I just handed in my final paper. I pulled an all-nighter. Maybe the lack of sleep switched something, I have no idea. I handed in my paper, I went to sleep. I remember waking up. It was 7am. I woke up in this very bed on this side of the bed. And it sounds so dramatic, but it’s the truth: that was the first time in a whole year I realized that the sun was shining. And I woke up and I was like “Oh god, it’s so hot. It’s such a sunny day.” And I turned around and I was like “Wow, it’s such a sunny day.” And to be honest, every day prior to that might’ve been sunny, but that’s the first time I realized it.
—  Lilly Singh (”A Trip To Unicorn Island”)

dracoskullart  asked:

"Marinette, you cant just go shoving your-your /thing/ in other peoples mouths!" (bonus points if it's Chloe saying it)

“Marinette you can’t just go shoving your- your ‘thing’ in other people’s mouths!” Chloe hissed, face twisted with revulsion. Marinette glared pointedly at the blonde licking her lips as she prepared to make her next move. It was risky but it would be so worth the look on Chloe’s face.

“Adrien likes it Chloe,” Marinette snapped back. Chloe’s jaw dropped as Marinette slowly reached down into the paper bag and pulled out a handful of cookies that she promptly shoved into Adrien’s mouth. Marinette glared at Chloe through the entire interaction.

I have no idea why I did this.

It was Roger who found her in the morning, curled up on the study sofa under the hearthrug, papers scattered carelessly over the floor where they had spilled from one of the folders.

…The rug had slipped half off, exposing her shoulders. One arm lay relaxed across her chest, trapping a single, crumpled sheet of paper against her body. Roger lifted her arm carefully, to pull the paper loose without waking her. She was limp with sleep, her flesh surprisingly warm and smooth in his grasp.

His eyes found the name at once; he had known she must have found it.

“James MacKenzie Fraser,” he murmured. He looked up from the paper to the sleeping woman on the sofa. The light had just touched the curve of her ear; she stirred briefly and turned her head, then her face lapsed back into somnolence.

“I don’t know who you were, mate,” he whispered to the unseen Scot, “but you must have been something, to deserve her.”

– Voyager



a/n: This is a quick idea I had and needed to get out of my system, there will be a second part so dont worry too much

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Warnings: Just Boomer getting a little too handsy, basically he goes to a dinner party and flirts with Luce, a girl he probably shouldn’t be flirting with…

Digger “Captain Boomerang” Harkness X OFC // Suicide Squad

word count: 2,163

1. The Party

“Finally,” Anita sighed as Luce pushed through the screen door, her arms full with a bag of groceries.

“I bought all the spaghetti they had at the store,” Luce stated as she set the shopping bag on the table. She reached into the brown paper, pulling out a large can of Guinness and crossed to the living room, handing it off to her uncle who occupied the recliner in the corner, his old hound dog curled up at his feet. He was a bitter old man but the one thing that made him smile without fail, was a cold beer.

“You’re a God send,” he stated, cracking the seal and taking a drink.

“No problem, Manny,” Luce replied with a smile. Though she referred to the man as her uncle they were not technically related. “Guess who I ran into on the way back,” she began, returning to the kitchen to empty the rest of the shopping bag’s contents.

“Big Foot,” Her sister-in-law replied. It was obvious by Anita’s tone that she had no patience for Luce, preoccupied with slicing tomatoes.

“Remember last week, Eddie was talking about meeting that guy from Australia at the bar?” Luce leaned against the counter as she spoke, “I met them on my way home.”

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Lessons learned by her paper heart
Are pulled from the mire
Enraptured from the divine
Sinner not saint
Though she prays for release
Never to enter
Always forced to believe.
Sink to the level
Where pain is a boon
From the vacuum of nothingness
Oh how it consumes
The mother, the child, the scared little girl
Dressed up like an adult
Pretending she’s in control of her world.
The race is far longer
Than she can run at responsibility’s heels
So she slows to a crawl
Wondering how this became real.
The sinner, the fallen, the goddess on her knees
Pleads for the strength
To stand up and to be
More than the soft-hearted
Sacrificed to gain what she sought
On the altar of freedom
And worldly forgive-me-nots.
Alone in the darkness
Lamenting the day she forgot she could shine
When the moondust in her hair and starlight burning eyes
Dimmed to long forgotten madness
To seek chaos as her friend
With loneliness her eternal lover
Beckoning her slowly with a grin.
Weary though she walks it
Her course of macabre delights
Ever on she carries herself
Deeper into endless night.


Alternate Timeline where these children are hAPpY because why not.
So Xavier got his memories of Anthrus back and they hug and everything is okay and everyone is happy
Anyway, Anthrus is by @flipsidesworst / @ask-castle-bleck
Xavier is by @thecheckerhoard

tumblr users talking about srtong cartoon girl

I want (spins wheel) Korra to (throws dart at board) break down my basement wall with a Chevy Silverado and (pulls paper out of hat) bisect me with a gold trident


Hana Theater Hour

You’d never know this if you saw her in person, but Hana loves to sing! In the car, in the bathtub, at 3am…but never in front of strangers, heh.

That’s not to say she doesn’t like an audience, though! As you can see, we always have a full house for Hana’s pre-dinner concert. She even takes requests! Here we have her singing Twinkle Twinkle Little Star - and yes, she kept her pacifier in her mouth the whole time. :)

I regularly send videos of her singing to Robin’s parents, who count it as one of the highlights of their day. Since she doesn’t talk on the phone as well as her sisters, it’s a way for them to hear her voice.

I’m thinking of buying her one of those toy microphones so she can stop pulling paper towel tubes out of the trash to use. Now I just gotta find a place that sells them!

Reign Writers:

*spins wheels* Greer gets pregnant with *throws dart at board* pirate kings baby while Kenna *pulls paper out of hat* is in Russia with *rolls dice* a prince but she’s actually sleeping with *flips a coin* his uncles cousins half-brother while Bash is *picks card from deck* chasing a *uses Googles I’m feeling lucky* an actual werewolf.

Voyager Moments

The rug had slipped half off, exposing her shoulders. One arm lay relaxed across her chest, trapping a single, crumpled sheet of paper against her body. Roger lifted her arm carefully, to pull the paper loose without waking her. She was limp with sleep, her flesh surprisingly warm and smooth in his grasp.

His eyes found the name at once; he had known she must have found it.

“James MacKenzie Fraser,” he murmured. He looked up from the paper to the sleeping woman on the sofa. The light had just touched the curve of her ear; she stirred briefly and turned her head, then her face lapsed back into somnolence.

“I don’t know who you were, mate,” he whispered to the unseen Scot, “but you must have been something to deserve her.”

A quick doodle since I thought it would be a funny idea if PJ actually grew up with Palette as half brothers o-o

Just goodness PJ would NOT like to be a sibling at ALL. And really when I was drawing this I would think that whoever would hand baby Palette to Pj (most likely Ink so I will use that) would be like

Ink: “…PJ… make sure he doesn’t slip through your arms like when you hold other things…ok?”
PJ: “But what if I don’t like him?”
Ink: “….still… don’t. He’s a living being!”
PJ: *after holding him for a minute* “I don’t like him - can we return him and get no refunds?”
Ink: “…ಠ_ಠ. No PJ. No…….. no watercolor cakes for you.”

So yeah… Small break from finals now complete! ^^
Time to actually be productive again. 

PJ by Me
Palette by @angexci

also tagging @nekophy cause yeah got inspired to draw this due to them o-o


I was tagged by our dearest and darkest @gothicpagantrash to volunteer random information about myself. There’s no way this can end badly *insert nervous emoticon* Also, a picture of my face so you guys know I still have one. Because I haven’t selfie’d in a while.

Name: Charlotte
Nickname: Luna
Zodiac Sign:  Pisces
Height: 5′ 6″ I believe…
Orientation: AroAce
Ethnicity: I am a meat popsicle.
Favorite Fruit: Fresh sliced peaches, or pineapple, if it comes with cheese!
Favorite Season: Autumn, for All Hallows Eve, but Winter is a very close second favourite. 
Favorite Book:  I, Lucifer by Glen Duncan
Favorite Flower: Iris. I love the strange shape and the bright colour.
Favorite Scent: Fresh baked bread, cut grass, coconut moisturiser
Favorite Color: Royal Blue, Emerald green, Burgundy and I have a penchant for black.
Favorite Animal: Wolves, foxes and cats (all kinds of cats~)
Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Hot chocolate because I do not drink the other two.
Average Sleep Hour: Sleep is for the weak. I don’t sleep. I pass out.
Cat or Dogs: All of them. All of the cute. Preference for cats but also, PUPPERS!
Favorite Fictional Character: Fuck, now you’re asking… ummmm! *frowny face* So many characters! Current favourites are: Pitch Black, Bucky Barnes and Credence Barebone. I am missing out a lot here, but if I did include them we’d be here all day! 
Number of Blankets : Three. One duvet, one giant lilac thing that I think looks pretty, and my little unicorn blanket for when Dad’s too manly to put the goddamn heating on…
Blog Created: 2012? I think? Ask @linddzz. I was co-erced into this madness, and I can’t remember when! XD
Number of Followers: 314
Gender: Cis Female
Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw
Favorite singer/band: I listen to far too many to just pick one. Current regulars on my shuffle are Starset, Boy Epic, Hidden Citizens and IAMX.
Dream job: Fuck if I know. Whatever it is, it’s never going to happen so I refuse to waste time on it *shrug* C’est la vie!

I tag: @zinfandelli, @multi-purpose-tool-guy, @forshadowedchaos, @adelaiderain, @hikasho, @linddzz, @only-1-a, @perceptions3key

While Sherlock is explaining their progress on the investigation to Lestrade, John has started to straighten things up a bit. There are books lying on the floor, papers pulled out of their folders and strewn about, boxes, dishes and picture frames in places they don’t belong. Even some of the furniture has been moved.

John has just finished pushing his armchair back into its rightful spot, when Lestrade gets up from his seat by the kitchen table.

L: Well, text me if you find anything else. I’ll have my people dig into the family of this publisher guy. If what Cornish found, turns out to be true, the publisher is our most likely suspect.

Sherlock nods in agreement and wordlessly holds out Cornish’s notebooks to Lestrade. The inspector blinks at them, then shakes his head.

L: Look, just keep the bloody things for now. Don’t think any of my people are too keen on going over them again.

J: They sure were keen earlier.

John can’t help but grumble as he picks up another book from the floor. Both Sherlock and Lestrade glance over at him, and while there is a flash of remorse on the inspector’s face, he stays quiet. Sherlock keeps watching John for a couple of seconds, face unreadable. Then he gets up as well and bids Lestrade and John a good night and vanishes into his bedroom.

The inspector wags his head as he steps into the living room to pick up his jacket.

L: He is a strange one, that one.

J: If you say so. You know him better than I do.

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L: I’ve known him for five years, and no, I don’t.

Originally posted by artemisfowls

A small smile quirks up John’s lips, but just as quickly as it came does it drop off his face again.

Originally posted by artemisfowls

J: Listen.

He clears his throat and takes one step closer to Lestrade.

J: About earlier. I get, that you are trying to do your job. And I know Sherlock can be difficult to deal with.

  There is an answering scoff from Lestrade, who rolls his eyes heavenwards.

L: Difficult? Try impossible.

His attempt at levity falls flat, because instead of smiling, John is looking at him with a blank expression, head slightly tilted to the side.

J: This being said…

His posture shifts. It’s not a big difference, just a straightening of the back and shoulders. He looks utterly calm, but while Lestrade may be the taller of the two, all of a sudden, John seems to be towering over him.

J: …if you ever do anything of the sort again, I will personally make sure, that your superiors find out, that you entered our flat without a search warrant or any probable cause. Are we clear?

Lestrade blinks at him. He is visibly taken aback, maybe even shocked by the sudden change in his demeanour. If he hadn’t known of John’s military background, he sure knows now.

L: Wha…

John just raises his eyebrows, waiting. With a gulp, Lestrade averts his gaze. When he looks back up, there is an air of reluctant respect about him.

L: Yes. Yes, we’re clear.