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The Onesie Squad

(You might have seen @queenkubdel and @randomestfandoms mention this before but here is the Official Post ™)

Kim is definitely the kind of person to unironically wear onesies to bed. With the footies and everything.

  • Max thinks it’s adorable, maybe a bit amusing to see this jock in a onesie holding a teddy bear.
  • Alix thinks it’s freaking hilarious

Max and Kim eventually get matching onesies

  • Kim offers Alix one, but she says “Thanks but nah. Ask Mylene or somebody.
    • Mylene secretly loves it.

Kim starts commissioning Marinette to make him more onesies. Cue Marinette designing and making designer onesies.

  • Marinette brings the onesies to Kim in class. Cue more people commissioning her for onesies. Marinette more or less has a onesie business at school
  • Kim asks for a Dark Cupid onesie, because he likes the design even if being the akuma wasn’t all that great. 
    • When she brings it to school everyone else starts asking for akuma-themed onesies.

Basic descriptions and the sleepover in the next post

the weirdest things honestly happen in my school like back in the spring, this guy in my grade randomly started selling these seafood restaurant jackets for $3 and everyone started buying and wearing them to school. the administrators even had to ban him from selling it on school grounds at one point



↳ first appearance (in the chat)
↳ is this how you do it?? is this right?
↳ wow the emoticons are awesome
↳ why do you hate going to school!!! new semestar new start!! everyone cheer up
↳ I’m eating so well so there is a problem
↳ ye~~hello!! i’m hobi (english)
↳ I love you too (Japanese)
↳ now I’m in the middle of brushing my teeth !! chikachika

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Fanart 2nd edition! Dedicated to all the wonderful Undertale fandom artists and AU creators! Make sure to check them out~

Here’s the 1st edition~

Credits under the cut:

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Langst headcanon- growth spurt

Lance was the shortest in his class for years and because of this he was bullied really badly because he was so little and too good natured. It wasn’t until the summer he turned 15 did he really shoot up, it was so sudden and so much that he had to take pain killers almost every day during the summer to fight off the growing pains. Then when he started school again everyone was like:
“Who’s this tall drink of water?”
And Lance was like:
“Hey guys how was your summer?”
Everyone just sort of 0.0 at him wondering how the scrawny little Lance became this certified hottie.

you know you’re on my mind

This is part 1/? of a human AU I’ve been wanting to write for AGES in which Derek and Stiles are long-distance friends/pen pals. Derek lives in California and Stiles lives in Poland. Features brief past Stiles/Malia (Derek and Malia aren’t related in this AU). Idk how long this fic could eventually get; I’m hoping to just work on it as I get the time/inspiration. 

 Title from “Mind Over Matter” by Young the Giant because that song always makes me think of LDRs. 


If there’s one thing Derek’s learned in life, it’s that crushing on someone who lives on an entire other fucking continent is probably a bad idea.

He’s got dozens of photos of Stiles saved to his phone, and a whole box of letters from Stiles, and years’ worth of emails from Stiles, and a whole wall of postcards from Stiles pinned up on the wall over his bed, and none of it is enough.

He wants to do things to Stiles, okay, things besides just watch movies together in two different time zones or talk on skype.

…which… is kind of a new feeling.

Derek didn’t even know he liked guys until three years ago, freshman year of high school, when Stiles came home from a party raving about this girl he’d kissed, Malia something-or-other, and how Malia’s hair was so soft, and how Malia had the prettiest brown eyes and the best laugh, and—and suddenly Derek wanted to throw his computer against the wall.

“I have to go,” he’d snapped, and slammed his laptop shut and thrown on some jogging clothes.

He was five miles deep into the Preserve before it really sank in, not just the jealousy but the absurdity of the jealousy. He and Stiles had never even met, technically. They were probably never going to live in the same country. There was no logical reason for them not to date other people. Especially given that Stiles might not even like guys, or like him.

Still, he was secretly, guiltily, viciously satisfied when Stiles and Malia broke up barely two weeks later.

And since then the crush has gotten, if anything, worse.

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*all i want for christmas is you playing muffled in the distance*
gabe is really festive guy pass it on

“Are You A Feminist?”

I am five years old. My mother just told me to go fetch a sweater because an adult man would be coming over soon, and I need to cover up.

I am seven years old. A boy wouldn’t stop chasing me on the playground and throwing rocks at me. I’m upset. My best friend says it’s because he likes me and she told me boys are mean to girls they like.

I am ten years old. We just had our first health class in school. The teachers were trying to educate us on sexual assault. After class, my friends told me to scream fire instead of rape if I’m ever being attacked, because no one will come if they hear the word rape being screamed.

I am twelve years old. I just got my first period. A pad fell out of my book bag at school and everyone started laughing. Apparently, periods aren’t normal and they should be hidden at all costs.

I am fifteen years old. I’m in the office crying because a boy I don’t know kept following me down the hallway and grabbing my ass even after I told him to stop. The administrator scolds me.
“maybe you shouldn’t be wearing leggings if you don’t want that kind of attention”
she sends me home with a dress code violation. She marked the “distracting” box.

I am seventeen years old. I’ve just been slapped because a boy got angry with me after I wouldn’t let him put his hands down my pants. Apparently, I led him on by letting him copy my math assignment.

I am twenty-one years old. My best friend has bought me special nail polish to wear to the bar. She says it changes color if it’s dipped in a drink that has a date rape drug in it.

I am twenty-three years old. I’m reading this to the first class I will ever teach. A student raises her hand and says, “no offense, but doesn’t this stuff happen to every girl?”

So yes, I am a feminist. And when you ask me why, I will read this to you. Again, and again, and again.

—  v.j.v
Dear Evan Hansen Headcanons

/I’m just going to act like Connor never died because I’m still new to the fandom and still coping and grieving/
Warning- Unedited and horrid writing, cussing, mentions of suicide, mentions of self harm, panic attacks and drugs

Connor works at a Ice Cream parlor for the summer. It’s a flexible job close to the Pottery Barn. It’s even better because it’s old themed so Connor has to use roller blades and dress in pink outfits.

Evan defiantly let go of the damn tree.

Evan, whenever really high up, goes into a headspace where he really wants to jump off. No body knows where he gets it from, but it’s the reason he let go of the tree. Connor always holds him to soothe him.

Evan is not fucking shy. He has Anxiety. He is scared of Public spots and doesn’t like talking to people because it is scary. Don’t make him into a school girl who twirls her hair when he has anxiety.

Evan sometimes is so overwhelmed that he gets panic attacks. Connor always seems to be there. Ina. Public spot, he takes Evan off somewhere and just holds him and quietly talks him through breathing deeply. If he is either at his house or Evan’s, he just lets Evan cry it out because its more likely much more severe when Evan is home. Connor just lets him cry it out for a bit before finally just calming him down and holding him under the bed covers.

Evan and Connor were hanging out at Connor’s house. Suddenly Connor’s parents hear the door close but try to allow the two some time. But then they hear thumping and were like “No gay in the house” so they rush upstairs to see the two having a fucking pillow fight.

Before everyone knew of Connor and Evan’s relationship they were scared of Connor. Nobody messed with Connor and one day he was having a bad day and snapping and cursing everyone. When small little sunny Evan goes up to Connor they think they have a funeral to plan, but he just grabs Connor’s hand and suddenly Connor was smiling and happy and sunny.

Connor barley has any hickies, but when he has them he shows them off. But Evan is so anxious that he hates showing them. Connor stole ass his scarfs and turtlenecks until Evan came to school with a heck covered in hickies.

Connor wear makeup. You can’t convince me otherwise. It isn’t much, on a daily basis it’s just some eyeliner and lip gloss. Don’t get me wrong, he looks flawless but he does it in such a sudden way.

Connor will wear his hair down and it won’t do anything else. He thinks he has big ears but suddenly he won’t stop wearing buns, because Evan said he looked cute when he had his hair up.

Zoe braids Connor’s hair and she makes a point to pull on it to screw with Connor.

Jared has a unreasonable amount of Yankee candles in his room. But it’s nothing compared to how many bath bombs he has.

Connor has self-harm scars. He had cuts along his wrists and arms and thats the reason he always wears his hoodie. he is so self-councouis about it. So, everyone was shocked when it was a cold day and Connor didn’t hesitate to take off his jacket and give it to a shivering Evan.

People were spreading rumors about Jared eating bath bombs. So Jared went on Tumblr and made some edible ones that did not look edible. He then brought them to school, took one out of his backpack and started eating in class. Everyone just stared including the teacher and all he says is, “I love the cronch.” [this one wasn’t written by me, it was a friend but they don’t have a Tumblr]

Zoe refused to wear anything expect space-themed clothes.

Connor did drugs in order to cope and ignore reality. The fact he was able to feel like he mattered because he knew he could take care of Evan and make his small boy happy and feel safe helped a lot. But one day, things were really hard and he knew he just had a bit of pot left under his bed. Thankfully, when Connor didn’t open his door Zoe called Evan and Evan came running. They sat togheter in silence for about half a hour before Connor just breaks down and Evan comforts him. While Connor is sleeping, Evan throws out the pot.

Game Day

Pairing: Stiles x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 2263

Authors Note: I wanted to make a Stiles imagine for @rememberstilinski and @sarcasticallystilinski‘s Lacrosse Week, so here it is! I hope you guys enjoy. I want to thank @dylanobsessed for editing it for me! 

Originally posted by maliatatelenagilbert

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  • Me, When I First Started Studying Dracula: Oh my gosh! Everyone knows more about this book than I do, and they are probably right about it being about Victorian apprehensions about sexuality and reverse colonialism and stuff. My dumb vampire feelings are probably misguided.
  • Me, Midway Into Studying Dracula: Wait! Everybody is actually wrong and ignoring a lot of useful primary documents! How dare people mischaracterize Lucy as subtextually promiscuous!? Haven't they made an extensive study of Stoker's Edwardian romances and listed sources on mesmerism!? The fools!
  • Me, Now: (staring languidly into space, possibly drinking) How do I work around the time difference so that I can ship Quincey Harker with Renesmee Cullen...? (pushes paper draft due tomorrow off of table) If I stat vampire Mina using 3rd Ed... what sort of Koldunism do I give her...? (drinks more, pulls up Thomas the Tank Engine theme on Youtube, lies on floor using unread textbook as a pillow) What if Bram Stoker was... a train?
The Boy Named Yoongi

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Pairing: Yoongi X Reader

Genre: Fluff

Length: 1,381 words

Summary: Valentine’s day is coming up and you had no interest in that but that was only until you realized you still liked your middle school crush; the boy who harshly rejected you.

WARNING: Sexual assault (It’s briefly mentioned but I just want everyone to know just in case)


Part 2

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anonymous asked:

can you do more hs au? like maybe them telling each other how they feel/ the first day of school with them as a couple?

(previous post)

here’s the fun thing, after what me and sam call The Scene and The Morning After (see link above), we pretty much fade out on how we wanted this to go down. everything is scattered bullshittery and future plans.

tl;dr: them as a couple is barely any different with them as tutor-student.

too long wanna read anyway:

  • neil and andrew begin getting more and more affectionate, which is hard to say for a third- and second-year student. andrew has a completely different schedule, and so does neil, but both of them know it even though they never meet up during class hours
  • on monday, the school announces prom on friday. on tuesday, everyone starts making a huge deal about it. by wednesday, everyone is almost panicking. 
  • in all these days, the GSA has 0 fucks given. mostly because almost all of the people in the GSA already have appointed dates. except maybe for kevin, neil, and andrew.
    • guys, i don’t think kevin wants a date anyway. or to go to prom.
  • on all four days before prom, our boys don’t really care. actually, their close friends (and brothers) begin getting a bit suspicious. i mean, who wouldn’t be?
    • neil pops up around andrew’s locker to say good morning, though they’ve never bothered with each other before 
    • andrew stands around at the soccer team’s table and waits until neil pops up so that they can share andrew’s empty table at the back, reserved for aaron, renee, and, occasionally, katelyn and kevin.
      • they walk almost almost elbow to elbow, neil knocking the back of his hand against the back of andrew’s in greeting. neil is smiling enough for the both of them.
    • andrew grabs neil’s bag from the locker rooms while neil is at practice and waits around for neil by the bleachers (vaguely illustrated in this post)

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