probably one of my worst edits

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Do I have an explanation for this? No not really

Saihara’s Dragon Maid!! Ft Ouma as Tohru and Himiko as Kanna.

Hat-less Saihara sprite by @photoshopronpa !!

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Simon Snow & Tyrannus Basilton “Baz” Grimm-Pitch, Carry On by Rainbow Rowell

“Simon Snow is the worst Chosen One who’s ever been chosen.
That’s what is roommate, Baz, says. And Baz might be evil and a vampire and a complete git, but he’s probably right.”

I’ve read all of Rainbow Rowell’s books, but as a certified Harry Potter geek, Fangirl and Carry On hold a special place in my heart. Add to that Kevin Wada’s incredible cover art for the paperback edition?

THE MUSE MUST BE SATED, MY FRIENDS! ;)

Anyway! Available for purchase HERE!

(Oh, and you should read the book. It’s wonderful. The paperback is SO BEAUTIFUL, and you can get it on Amazon.)

Acnara´s super long Harrymort/tomarry archive

Ok so, I´ve been wanting to do a harrymort rec list since probably forever. As a Harrymort shipper, I´ve always had a lot of trouble finding long lists of recommendations -or fics at all. You feel me. And, even if at the beginning I was planing in making this a single post, the recent amount of new stories on AO3 about my OTP (Guys, thank you so much), made me decide to make this more of an interactive thing. So, I´ll keep editing this every time i find anything worth tagging.

And here we get to the tricky part. This is full of recommendations, but, in order to make this fair to new authors/not so well known authors, instead of making this a “you must read” list I´m making it an “everything i´ve ever favorited/followed in ff.net and everything I´ve bookmarked/marked for later on AO3″ kind of list. I personally thing everything here is worth your time, either WIP or complete or one-shot. BUT: lots of the WIPs are old, so they are unofficially descontinued. If you have read everything here, I´m sorry :( I´ll try to update it soon, fear not!

The favorites will have a *, and my personal favorites will have ** and probably fangirl comments, sorry about that. I´d also recommend checking out anything written by this authors. 

Ok, enough talking. Take a sit, this is huge.

JUNE 2017 EDIT IS UP :D

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“Life is a storm, my young friend. You will bask in the sunlight one moment, be shattered on the rocks the next. What makes you a man is what you do when that storm comes. You must look into that storm and shout as you did in Rome. Do your worst, for I will do mine! Then the fates will know you as we know you.” // . lit moodboards // the count of monte cristo for @le-temps-de-la-papillon  . 

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It’s not a hard formula: you just have to eat right, drink a lot of water, get a lot of sleep. I live like a monk — I go home, read a lot. And I work out — about six weeks before a stage show. In my head, it’s like I’m going into Olympic training. I don’t like to miss shows, I like to be healthy. I mean, you can go out, you can party, and you’d probably just about get through the show, but one of the worst feelings in the world for me is being onstage in front of people, and even if they don’t know different because they’ve never seen it before, if I feel like I’m not giving 100 percent I’m mortified with myself. Maybe that’s just my obsessive perfectionist brain, but I really don’t like to just shuffle through things. - Aaron Tveit for The Times, 2014

Welcome to Klondike Editing Studio! What may we do for you today? What do we edit, you ask? Ah, but that is entirely up to you! The possibilities are ENDLESS! Said or did something embarrassing? We can simply edit the past to correct your mistake, so that you end up having said or done something amazing instead! What will you edit today?
The advertisement fluttered, half torn, on the moss-worn pole. Distinctly sketchy, if you ask me. But then, no one ever does. The others don’t seem to believe it, at least. They laugh, poking each other with remembrances and cringing. I look at my boots instead. Joining this gang has been, probably, my worst decision till date. I must have been very, very drunk to even consider it.
Only, the biggest, most stupid of the lot has begun to protest. He thinks it would be fun to see what they have going on. Foolish idiot. All these clowns think that no harm can possibly come to them, since nothing bigger and badder walks the streets. Indeed, but do they know what goes on in the dark buildings that line the alleyways?
I find myself in one now, shadowing them as usual. A battered sign directs us up a set of stairs that should not have been able to hold us all up. But stepping over the threshold feels like walking into a different world. A huge factory, with ultra-modern machinery humming busily behind enormous floor-to-ceiling glass walls, surrounds us with its opulence. Everyone is frozen for a minute, and I fancy that they feel rather ridiculous in their soiled garb against the sterile, breathtaking setting. A woman in a simple blue uniform comes up to us, a bright red smile on her face. She meets my gaze for only a moment before directing her attention at the others. “Welcome to Klondike Editing Studio! I see this is your first time here. Would you like a tour?”
An extensive tour later, during which everyone has been treated to the choicest attention even a king wouldn’t receive, most of the gang is convinced. A little coaxing from them is enough to bring everyone over. They all sign the forms, too disarmed, too stupid to think of reading them, putting down what they would like edited. They never notice that I don’t sign a form. Nor do they notice the tickets the lady slips into my hand as they are all shown out with assurances for the morrow.
By the next day, the gang all have their favorite girls back, rich with money that never belonged to them, just rolling in the cakewalk that life has suddenly become. The gang splits in two, because a so many of the members couldn’t stand each other. Now, I walk the no man’s land of the moderator, maintaining links and relations between the two. It is rough work, and the thought that it will be over soon, and of my freedom, is all that keeps me going.
Soon enough, things start souring. Members turn up in the morning, raccoon-eyes hollow with remembrances of things they never meant to do. They start making mistakes, stupid moves, taking on ridiculously dangerous work as pawns for powerful organizations. One half of the gang is completely wiped out; some dead and the others imprisoned or on one-way tickets to a failed escape. They are all trapped. They sold their souls away the moment they forfeited editing rights over them.
I stay with the remaining few, whispering words of comfort with nothing behind them, pushing them to stand on their last legs for the final mission. It’s a bomb. It is new to the world and completely deadly, the likes of which has never been seen before. We were supposed to have time to get away, after which I was to get rid of the others and board my flight to freedom. Except now, things have gone horribly, horribly wrong.
“Shit! I cut the wrong wire! IT’S GONNA EXPLODE NOW!” This one with trembling fingers is screaming hysterically, but it’s too easy for me to see that this was meant to happen all along. They want to destroy all the evidence. Including me. Red hot fury races through me, quickly replaced by steely intent. So they betrayed me, after all. It’s a good thing I have some tricks up my sleeve. I quickly throw up a shield, tightening it around myself with every last bit of will, until absolutely nothing can penetrate it. As everything blazes white, I grit my teeth, holding the shield in place.
They are going to regret not checking my signature.

Wow, I enjoyed that immensely. Big thanks to @caffeinewitchcraft for the challenge and to @writingpromptsandjunk for this prompt. I so badly had wanted to do the editing studio, and now was my chance. Getting this in late because Dungeons and Dragons, and gonna do the next one after dinner. Though, my next is probably gonna be very D&D themed, because of an awfully exciting game that I can’t get over…

anonymous asked:

Can you add Kagami, Kiyoshi, Izuki and Takao to the mix please admin-sama?! can you do GoM realizing they're falling completely and hopelessly in love with their s/o, and accidentally blurting it out after seeing their s/o do something moronic/cute (such as their s/o's tendency to always pout when they're forced to eat carrots or something)?

This was soooo overdue. I’m sorry guys. Just dropping by to announce I’m not dead and thank you all so much for sticking around with us! P.S. Takao’s ended up being… different… than the rest.

- Lena

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Kagami sighed, but it was difficult to remove the smile from his face. Not that he wasn’t going to at least try, because this was supposed to be a serious place, an important place and there were plenty of people giving them dirty looks over irrelevant reasons anyway.

None of it seemed to deter the girl giggling like a little kid beside him, holding onto his hand like a lifeline.

“Hey, will you stop that already?” he asked, but the fact of the matter was, he didn’t really want her to. Well, he did, but not enough to actually force the issue. Her giggling in general was contagious, the only reason he was only vaguely annoyed was because this time, it was directed at him.

She took a deep breath, glancing up at him. Then she burst into a set of giggles all over again. “I’m sorry, I just–thank you. But you look ridiculous in that monkey suit.”

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anonymous asked:

Bit of an old one now but a couple years back there was that one post of a guy trying to bring to attention that men too have unrealistic physical expectations and had picture examples like muscular mannequins or street underwear posters and so on, and people kept editing the post replacing the pics to make it a joke. IMO that's the worst one because it actively mocked an issue rather than just annoy.

I never saw that one, sounds super shitty tbh

It sounds like, from what ppl have added to my post, that there’s a lot of terrible long posts I luckily missed. Probably bc I only joined tungl in 2015

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So…this is kind of a dinosaur of a meme, but I think it sums up very well what goes through my head most days.

I don’t want to crowd anyone’s dash, of course, but in case anyone’s reading this–Stefán is a blessing, honestly. I want him to feel better as soon as possible so he can be the best plant dad ever (even though he already is). He’s so unbelievably talented and I wish I could do more than making all these weird videos and edits, but I hope people find them funny. I love all the friends I’ve made from being in this fandom and all the support I’ve gotten from everyone here in honestly one of the worst times in my life, and especially the hope I get from seeing Stefán, a talented actor, musician, singer, tap dancer–and probably anything else he tries to do–come forth and be such an inspiration. Especially for me as well–as someone with OCD it’s extra special to see him be amazing. So I hope, with all of my heart, that he is happy now and forever.