she zoomed in at the moment

homestuck girls and their ytp making styles

rose - makes ytps from episodes of 60 minutes (rearranges sentences and zooms in at uncomfortable facial expressions) , politicians speeches (splices “boner” and such in), and lighthearted bullshit segments of cnn like diet tips (turned into david lynch shit). writes actual outlines before editing, with lots of crossed out ideas and question marks. 

jade- a classic super mario bros and cdi zelda kinda girl. john makes super generic super mario bros ytps, but jade’s are artistic and hes jealous. extremely smart, selective use of “spaghetti” and “dinner”

jane - adds a lot of lore to king of the hill ytps. has like 3 different ytps of the boggle episode. favors peggy episodes and bobby dancing. insults hank a lot in her videos. he always at the least gets glowing eyes edited in

roxy - sponegbob ytps with the most pristine, seamless effects. excessive blinking captions with her incredibly inside jokes. mini amvs in her videos to bubblegum bitch and gangnam style. she puts mama luigi in the title of every video but it never has any mama luigi and shes gotten hate for it. some of her first gay feelings were for zelda in the zelda cdi

terezi - eyestrains and screaming. got criticized for overuse of JOJ and SOS; she screencapped the comments to put in a 4:13 minute long vid of bill nye saying JOJ while melting. when famous ytpers comment she always replies WHO 4R3 YOU and just repeats that over and over to any reply they make

kanaya- usually into putting a dark twist on sitcoms. puts laugh tracks during inappropriate moments, places ending theme right after accidents and awkward moments like chandler running into a wall or whatever. makes characters interrupt each other and insult each other. most obvious thing she does is loop scenes, which she loses it laughing while doing

nepeta - showed jade the original zelda cdi in full. masterful, varied audio splicing, though shes partial to woOWOWoWOOWWOWO and beeplike/glitchy sounds. puts in lots of innocent humor, like zooming in random background faces, splicing characters lines into compliments. has a ytp for most hit cartoons. used to say thank u to many commenters before she got super popular

vriska- has a series of ytps of britney spears killing various gamer personalities. gets reported by a few youtubers she features and eventually banned. has an article on buzzfeed written about how feminist her videos are. most of her vids are 8 minutes long give or take, not even intentionally

feferi - she thinks “(funny animal or anime character) does (x) while i play unfitting music” counts as a ytp. made a few actual ones of the pokemon dub which is just every character cursing unfunnily

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We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU. Please! Your bellarke fics are positively wonderful!

Thanks for the prompt! Hope you like it! AO3

Living in college apartments is… not glamorous. Walls are thin, pipes are thinner, and working air conditioning is a luxury. But it’s not terrible, Clarke finds, as long as you have excellent roommates to share in how much it objectively sucks. Raven and Anya fit that bill, so she considers herself lucky.

Plus, their windows open into an alleyway between their apartment building and the next. Which might not sound like a plus, but when the alternative is street facing windows that do nothing to stop the sounds of drunk college students when you’re trying to sleep the night before a midterm—the difference is staggering.

So, suffice it to say, Clarke largely likes her apartment. It’s great, for what it is.

Until it betrays her.

The first thing Bellamy Blake says when he comes in for his shift at the bookstore—the Monday morning shift, that, unfortunately, she shares—is, “Nice moves last night, Princess.”

Most of the time, Bellamy is full of shit, but as he shucks off his jacket the smirk on his face says he’s getting away with something, so she quickly runs through the events of the previous night, searching for any instances of embarrassment he might have been privy to.

…and comes up with nothing. She didn’t go out after she’d come back from class, and she and Raven didn’t get drunk, precluding any chance that she’d sent out some drunken snapchats he might have seen. (She has him on snapchat for bookstore-related emergencies, alright?) In fact, she spent most of the night working on her chem lab assignment, finally finishing around midnight, so really, there’s nothing for him to have seen.

So she scoffs, dismissive, and keeps working, only mildly interested in what kind of scheme he’s running.

“What are you talking about?” she asks, clicking through their schedule to see if they have any deliveries scheduled today.

He grins at her, wide, just when she spares him a glance, and she has to physically force it to not affect her. Because Bellamy Blake might be a snarky asshole, but that doesn’t make him any less… well, hot. Which is a whole other level of unfair.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Everyone needs to jam to Taylor Swift once in a while. It’s a good de-stressor. I’m not judging.”

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Okay. So I’ve been stiring on this for a while so I finally decided to take a really good look at what’s actually happening.

I’d like to start off by saying that Steve was pretty much a dick the entire film. I mean I get that he didn’t want to sign the accords but the way he went about it was just so completely wrong. Thing is I completely agree with Tony because he had it right because he knew what was going on. I mean, out of the two of them who actually knows the politics of the 21st century and has worked these sorts of things for decades? Tony.

Tony knew, as soon as the Sokovia Accords were made that he had to sign on. It wasn’t about guilt, although that was part of it. It was about the fact that if they didn’t do it now, it would be much worse later and or done to them and he knew that. (He actually says this in the film.) He also knew that the only way to have ammendments was to prove he was willing to cooperate. As with any new law and it’s affected parties.

Tony knew they needed oversight. Everything has some sort of chain of command. Military. Police. Business. Etc. And Tony knew the value of having that chain.

Steve Rogers on the other hand, doesn’t seem to understand the necessity. Need I remind you that he repeatedly went against that chain and was rewarded for it? Sure, he saved a bunch of people when he went to get Bucky, but that’s not the point. He ignored the chain and there could have been dire consequences (as we see in the future after S.H.I.E.L.D fell)

Another thing. He went after Bucky. Only Bucky. Noone else. It was pure chance that he let those guys out first, but they were used as a distraction so he could get to his main goal. Bucky. We see time and time again that Steve gets tunnel vision when it comes to Bucky.

And in Civil War it escalates to the point where he’s injuring and getting innocent people killed for Bucky. Only Bucky. When it comes to Bucky, everyone and everything else is inconsequential and unimportant as long as Bucky is fine.

Steve did not read the Accords. Fact. He left for Peggy’s funeral while he was skimming. Even if he did read it all, there is no possible way (and Tony Stark would bet his fortune on it) that he understood all of it enough to make an informed opinion. Laws use a lot of big words. Big words that would have been invented in the 70 years Cap was gone. So no, Steve didn’t actually know what the Accords were about.

He probably had no idea what the UN was either. Did you see his notebook in CAWS? Pop culture. 7 decades worth of world history? No, Moon landing, that’s it. Politics? Nope. New laws or government organizations (like the UN)? Nada. I think it’s safe to say that Steve wasn’t really caught up if pop culture is the sort of thing he’s catching up on.

Steve had made his mind up already. And he can’t use the Bucky excuse because by then Bucky wasn’t in the picture yet. Steve never gave a thought to the Accords and then Bucky fueled that fire and made him stubborn to a point beyond stupidity.

So, to sum up here. Tony knew that the Accords were going to happen no matter what and was willing to help make ammendments to suit everyone affected by the law. Steve went “Fuck you, I know better that 117 countries” and got a lot of people hurt and or killed.

Here’s another kicker. Tony convinced Steve to sign the Accords. He was literally about to and then Wanda was brought up, which is another thing.

Okay, a) why the fuck is she an Avenger? She was a HYDRA agent. A willing one, might I add. She and her brother volunteered to be experimented on and then work for them. She was the cause of Ultron.

She did mess with his head, and arguably, because it probably was, it was worse for him. He was alone. He didn’t know she was there, then suddenly he’s shown his worst fears mingled with a shit tonn of major PTSD triggers. He probably didn’t even know Wanda gave him the vision. He has PTSD, he’s probably used to attacks where he sees things.

I mean seriously, Tony has made AI’S before and none of them went bad. (DUM-E, U, JARVIS, then FRIDAY) They (Bruce & Tony) even say in AOU “We’re not even close to an interface yet” which means something jumped the mind stone to hijack the incomplete program.

Then you’ve got to think, an AI is made, with incomplete programming and whatever the mind stone did, and then was instantly thrust into the Internet. No wonder he wanted to kill everything. Information overload much, then attempting to make something of it all.

She had(/has) an illogical and unreasonable hatred for Tony Stark. Sure, the bomb thing was probably traumatizing, but she’s like ~23 now. That’s over a decade since it happened and you’ve got to think, why didn’t the bomb go off?

Stark weapons were brilliant. Top of the line never failing basically. So. Two bombs are dropped, and from the sounds of it, there was no explosion or if there was it was really small. Otherwise how could they be so close to her parents without dying too?

So, this leaves two possibilities. First, was the bomb actually Stark tech? Her home was war torn at the time. I’m sure some sides would like to intimidate their enemies with the idea they have Stark weapons. OR, the bomb was never armed. Again, war torn country. It’s entirely possible the plane carrying it was shot down.

So, unreasonable and illogical. If someone stabs you, who do you blame? The knife, the manufacturer/designer of the knife, or the person who stabbed you? The third one, obviously. So why was Tony Stark to blame? We’ve also got to remember Obadiah was dealing under the table.

b) She is NOT a kid, and I don’t understand why pretty much everyone thinks she is. She’s ~23. She can drink. She can vote. She can drive. She’s killed people. She became HYDRA. In what way is she a child? The way I see it she hadn’t been one in a very long time.

c) back to CW. Steve got all pissy because Tony kept Wanda in the compound (the lap of luxury need I remind you) for her own safety and the safety of those around her. It wasn’t a matter of her starting a fight. If she’d gone out and been attacked and defended herself, the situation would be made so much worse for her. Especially if someone got hurt or dead when she did so.

Now we get to the airport. Tony tries to talk. Steve is dismissive and unwilling to listen. Steve refuses to share vital information that would have helped the situation and the threat they had every reason to believe exists.

Steve starts the fight. His team doesn’t hold back like Tony’s does. They destroy a lot of property and nearly killed T'Challa and Spiderman several times. I mean, fuck you Steve, who just drops a huge heavy walkway create thing on someone who is obviously a teen? And then WALK AWAY while they struggle to hold it up. What if you had overestimated Spiderman’s strength? Congrats, you just killed a kid because once again you show no regard for anyone else besides Bucky.

He leaves his team. They probably knew even less about the situation than he did, because he knew fuck all about the Accords so I can’t imagine the bullshit Scott and Clint were told.

Then fucking Natasha. Ffs, she could have easily either disabled/sabotaged the quinjet or delayed them from leaving. But she didn’t. Then she has the nerve to tell Tony to watch his back after she betrayed him.

Also, Rhodey. Oh my god. Everyone gives Tony shit for point blank shooting Sam, but think about it. If Sam had taken the hit and turned into a glider, Rhodey would be fine. It doesn’t completely make sense, but there was a long moment where Tony was watching Rhodey fall to his death. Sam was a quick way to lash out. He also didn’t hit him that hard, just enough to knock him down.

Zoom ahead, Tony gets evidence that prove Bucky is innocent and admits he was wrong. (About what though I’m not sure, because all he wanted to do was give Bucky mental help and a fair trial but whatever. It’s not like Steve told him about the threat or anything. Because that would have been helpful.)

Clint makes a crack at Rhodey’s condition which is such a dick move. Sam then tells Tony the information he should have been given from the beginning by Mr ‘I-Dont-like-my-team-keeping-things-from-me’ Rogers. Tony heads to Siberia as a friend.

Steve gets a little arrogant cause he’s got this attitude of ‘I knew I was right the whole time and I’m glad you’ve finally seen sense’.

Then the video. This pissed me off the most I think.

You’ve just witnessed your parents brutally murdered by the person standing not 10 feet away from you. This reopens unprocessed greif and causes emotional backlash. Then you find out someone you thought of as a friend had known. Known for years. Since CAWS. And never said a thing in an environment where it would have been okay, instead of watching the murder and then being told someone close to you knew the whole time who had done it. (Again because it was Bucky. Bucky is more important than the world, remember?)

And his face. It’s so broken and betrayed. (I’d add a picture of Tumblr would let me) and he attacks, because who wouldn’t?

And then Steve does the worst possible thing he could in that situation. Fight back. When someone is having an emotional breakdown like that, you hold them until they calm down and Steve was well within his power to do so. If he’d tried he probably could have talked Tony down.

Fighting more fighting. Steve starts disabling the suit. To you can no longer fly properly. Then he proceeds to continue to be violent and make it worse and acts like it’s not a justifiable or reasonable reaction for a human to have (especially one with PTSD and a past of horrible things happening when he’s betrayed by someone close to him)

They gang up on him. Then Bucky had him pinned and is trying to rip out the Arc Reactor. Once again, PTSD. Also, need I remind you that he’s only recently had it removed from his chest. That was the only thing keeping him alive for a long time. In the state of mind he was in, he wouldn’t have remembered he no longer needed it to survive, hence blasting off his metal arm.

By this point he seems to have calmed down a bit and isn’t actively going for the kill, he’s just defending himself at this point.

He tells Cap to stay down, because he doesn’t want to fight him, and when he’s momentarily distracted Cap jumps on him and slams him to the ground. Tony barely does anything and then Steve is punching the faceplate. Then he’s smashing it with the sheild.

There’s this moment, you can kinda see it in the 3 secs of gif tumblr would let me use. There’s this moment where Steve is seriously considering decapitation. Tony sees this, is terrified and emotionally unbalanced and covers his face.

Steve slams the sheild into the reactor and leaves it there. Tony goes wide eyed with terror and let’s out a very not good sounding breath. He’s looking at Cap with such fear because he saw what Steve was about to do. Saw him stab him in the back and literally break his heart. (Kept him alive for years, remember?)

There is so much fear and Steve looks at him with no regret for what he just did and twists the sheild out of Tony’s chest and walks away.

When he drops it, his expression is like indulging a child in something stupid.

Then he leaves him there to die basically. Tony can’t fly, the suit is dead. Can’t contact anyone. The suit is dead. Noone knows where he is and T'Challa took Steve and Bucky with him when he left.

Steve Rogers beat Tony to a pulp after he witnessed something truly traumatizing and then left him to die in the middle of nowhere in an old HYDRA base.

They act like it was Tony’s fault for the Raft as well. I mean, they’re powered and dangerous and also criminals. The Raft was a bit much though, I’ll admit. But Tony didn’t put them there. He brought them in because he was following the law like everyone else on the planet should. Because he didn’t think himself above the law the Steve did. (Aka flipping the bird at 117 countries whose people say they’re scared and what someone to oversee the Avengers) and the jacket and collar on Wanda was unethical. I think the collar on its own would have been fine but wearing a straitjacket for too long is really bad for your health.

And then just to put the icing on the cake. The letter. The damn fucking letter. It’s mocking. It’s arrogant. Not once is there an apology or true regret. Other than regretting that they’re now criminals who hurt so many people that is. But mostly just the fact they have to hide when 'they did nothing wrong’. No remorse for anything. Not for Tony, defiantly not. That would be decent. Not for anyone else either.

“I know I hurt you”. That’s not an apology. There was no mention of the destruction he left behind in his quest for saving a single man, who has killed people. A lot of people. By choice or not, it was still his body. His life was not worth the loss of so many innocent lives. There was no acknowledgement of how deeply you hurt Tony. How much you damaged him.

Steve basically says. “I forgive you for being wrong and because I’m such a nice and just person when you see I’m right I’ll be here for you and all will be forgiven. Because we’re still friends/family. Even if you fucked up.”

Argh. Angry ranting at 2am. I’ve probably missed points I wanted to make but my wrists are cramping and I’m tired.

I just… I used to like Steve, but Tony a little more because he always seemed more relatable to me. (And had a more interesting backstory.) And then this movie just made me hate Cap so much. He was such a dick in it and it annoys me that the movie was obviously trying to get you to side with him. Feel free to add anything to this.

DannyMay Day Two: Fire/Ice

…Danny was in a particularly good mood today. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and the Box Ghost was safely tucked away inside the Fenton Thermos™. He was on his way home to drop off his school bag and head over to Tucker’s place for a fun filled weekend of video games and junk food. Reaching for the doorknob, the light breeze ruffling his hair made him smile, nothing could ruin this day. 

His Ghost sense went off, Danny forgot about Murphy’s Law. 

Tearing open the door expecting the worst possible situation to end all situations he comes face to face with none other than Vlad Masters. It’s worse than he could have ever imagined. Several emotions passed through him, confusion, disbelief, anger, suspicion, dread, exasperation. He decides to stick with anger, anger is easy when it comes to Vlad. Mustering up his best glare he marches up to where his parents and Vlad are sitting in the living room. 

“What is HE doing here” 

Danny angrily says while pointing at Vlad, all the while glaring at the man with enough intensity to curdle milk. 

“Danny-boy! Vladdy here dropped by to say hello!” 

Jack responds jubilantly and unaware of the uncomfortable tension in the room. Maddie, on the other hand, was scowling just as hard as Danny. They made eye contact and agreed that this was very unpleasant and suspicious. 

“Hello Daniel, I was just in the neighborhood and thought I’d pop in on my best friend” 

Every smooth word dripping with sarcasm and the smugness of a man who’s victory is assured. Grinning he continued, all the while looking Danny directly in the eyes.

“I just came up with a new ghost theory and I just had to come share it with the best ghost hunters in all of Amity Park.” 

Feeling pleased with himself he grins even wider at the brief unease that passes over the teen’s expression. Danny schools his features and just as he is about to say something The Fenton Ghost Alarm™ goes off. 

“GHOST!” 

Jack yells as he grabs a Fenton Bazooka and sprints out the door. Maddie looking torn between following Jack and staying to keep an eye on Vlad. In the end, she knows Jack can’t do it alone. 

“Vlad, you stay here and watch Danny for me.” 

She says as she grabs a Fenton Anti-Ecto Net™ zooming towards the door. Stopping long enough to whisper to Danny

“Don’t let him out of your sight, and don’t let him in the lab”

Danny nods, satisfied with the determination in his eyes, she jumps out. The moment the door clicks into place a bright light erupts, Danny Phantom taking a defensive stance.

“Alright Fruit-Loop, what do you really want” 

Vlad sneers at the nickname, stands up and brushes imaginary dust off his already immaculate suit.

“Nothing really Little Badger, just thought of stopping by and checking up on you and your mother” 

Danny crosses his arms and looks about ready to gag

“First of all EWW… and second, we both know you live off of ulterior motives, so out with it" 

“Quite perspective of you Daniel, I’m extremely impressed” 

He sighs, the exasperated expression on his face only adds to his already “holier than thou” attitude. 

“I did actually have a new ghost theory, one that you will absolutely love 

Trying his best to hide the dread creeping up on him, Danny lights his hands with an ectoplasmic green glow in preparation for the inevitable battle. Vlad crosses his arms behind his back.

“Did you know about Ghost Cores Daniel?” 

At the knowing look in the teen’s eyes, he grinned like the cat who ate the canary. Check Mate.

“I have been studying them and their properties, and uncovered a very interesting piece of information that will change the way we think about ghosts” 

“And by studying you mean secretly gathering data by spying on me?” 

Danny quips sarcastically with a scowl and a level of done-ness that only a teenager can muster. 

“Details young Daniel, anyway, you have an ice core which is what allows you to utilize your ice powers. This is the reason your ghost sense comes in the form of an icy breath from deep within your lungs. However, there are different cores depending on each Ghost…” 

“Why are you telling me this, I doubt that it’s to help me understand my own powers” 

Vlad continues as if he never heard Danny. 

“…Some have neutral cores, without any extraordinary power, others have electro cores….” 

Suddenly looking Danny directly in the eyes. An almost manic grin threatening to split his face in half. He slides over real close with the speed that only a ghost could achieve. Danny, startled by the abrupt movement, stumbles back a few feet and falls on his back. 

“And some ghosts…” 

He lifts his hands so they are within Danny’s line of sight. Then they spontaneously burst into flames. 

“…have fire cores” 

Danny’s eyes grow comically wide, taking in Vlad’s flaming hands, hungrily absorbing the oxygen in the air. However, Danny just stares as he slowly floats back up into a standing position. Dumbfounded and unable to decide what to do or say. 

“Quite impressive don’t you think?” 

“…Actually, yeah, that’s really cool”

Have You Ever Seen a Man Break

Request: “Part 2 of Have you seen a heart shatter please!! It was so beautifully heart breaking oml we need a happy ending;_;” among other sweet reblogs and messages from all of you :)

Word Count: 2,521

Pairing: Newt x Reader

Requested by many. This is the sequel to Have You Ever Seen a Heart Shatter. Here is Part 3 to the series.

Requests are currently open! Feel free to send one in


Wind chimes dance and ring against one another in the slight breeze. You latch the screen door behind you and step onto the front porch, glass of iced tea slipping between your fingers, drips of condensation roll down the side of the glass and burst against the red wood beneath your feet. Songbirds chirp in the nearby bushes, passing news of some new visitor rumbling past the house in a flawless black vehicle.

You fall onto the two-person porch swing and pull your knees up as the world rambles on around you and the lazy birds. The smell of orchids and freshly turned dirt float by as another short gust of wind sends the wind chime tinkling again. The evening summer sun rains down onto you, warming your cold bones, loosening your tense shoulders.

A sigh drifts out of your mouth as you tilt your head back and close your eyes. Who knew the south could be so peaceful?

Cicadas buzz in the fields across the road as another car thunders past and spits pebbles out everywhere. The entire world is at peace here and has been since you arrived eight days before.

The only missing piece is Newt’s laugh. Which, you remind yourself before the tears can nip at your eyelids, you are perfectly okay with never hearing again.

“Get up.”

“Can’t you see I’m busy, Rosa?”

Your little sister wraps her bony hand around your wrist and tries to jerk you forward. “I’m serious. Get up.”

You pull your arm from her grip and frown. “Are you okay?”

“No. We need to go. Now.”

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Professionalism- A Cedric Diggory Imagine

A/N: Sorry it took me so long to get this up after part two of Alone Together! I think I’m slowly running out of the beginner-blog motivation I had. Hopefully I can get at least another two imagines up by the end of this week though! Enjoy, my loves.

Request from Anon: Cedric x reader. Cedric is watching his girlfriend play quidditch. Some of the guys from the other team talk about what they’d like to do to her sexually. Cedric shows them who you belong to when she returns to the ground.

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Cedric stared up into the sky, watching blurred colors of yellow and black zoom back and forth across the pitch. He squinted slightly, as the sunshine was beginning to make it difficult to see. Although, that wouldn’t break his concentration for a moment. He was invested in this scrimmage match, knowing that it would determine the rest of the season’s chances of winning the cup. Nothing could break him of the trance he was in, watching the different techniques of the prospective players.

Well, nothing except your name, of course.

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PTA Sans

(Ignore this. More Undertale garbage, because I’ve fallen in love with PTA Sans)

You pop the DVD into the player. On the tv, a title screen flashes in obnoxiously cheery, multicolored letters “MT. EBOTT ELEMENTARY SCHOLASTIC TALENT SHOW 2015″

The video cuts in abruptly, panning over a modest crowd of adults facing a small stage. At the edges of the stage numerous children fidget with props or tug uncomfortably at their formal clothing, each awaiting their turn in the spotlight. A woman’s voice booms over the PA system. “And now, Frisk will read an essay they wrote for us. It’s entitled “I love my Mom.“ 

Polite applause ripples across the audience, punctuated by a piercing wolf whistle from somewhere in the back.

A small child steps up to the microphone in the center of the stage. A few moments of awkward shuffling, and the child begins to read off a somewhat crumpled piece of paper in their hands.  

“I love my Mom. By Frisk.”

“I love my Mom.  My mom is a wonderful lady. She is a teacher at my school. That makes me very proud. My mom is very smart, very patient, and has very soft fur.”

The camera swings away from the stage, searching over the audience. It zooms in over a section near the rear. The camera focuses after a moment, to reveal two monsters sitting in folding chairs. One, (a goat-like woman) is sitting very primly, with an adoring smile on her face. The other, (a curiously round skeleton) is nodding in agreement, as if the child on stage is spouting great wisdom.

After a moment, the camera returns to focus on the stage.

“My mom has a lovely laugh. She makes tasty pies, no matter what some people say. She is also a very pretty lady.”

The child looks up from the piece of paper, speaking directly to the audience.

“And anyone that says otherwise can go choke on Linda’s shitty lemon bars. The end.”

An outraged exclamation rises from the audience, followed by hushed murmurs. The camera returns to the two monsters in the crowd. The goat woman has her palm pressed to her forehead in exasperation. The skeleton is standing on his chair, pumping his fist into the air. The child’s voice rings out from the microphone one last time.

Geeeeeeeeeet dunked on, Linda!

The video ends.

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Anyway here’s some panels from Pearl and Greg without the speech bubbles, because dangit I worked hard on those backgrounds.

The idea was that the camera would slowly be spinning clockwise around Pearl and zooming in as she spoke, putting her on the right side of the frame (the “wrong” side of the frame in relation to Greg and the rest of the scene) and thus letting the audience share her brief moment of disorientation as Greg touches her shoulder and the framing suddenly snaps her back to the left.  But um.  That probably would have worked better in animation.

The Perfect Shot

Part One

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Pairing: Jughead x reader

Warnings: mentions of death

Summary: Jughead and the reader have hated each other for years, but are forced to work together when Betty recruits the reader for The Blue and Gold

It was not supposed to end like this: tied up in an abandoned building, dust stinging my eyes and something most definitely crawling up my leg. Wait, what’s that I see flushing itself down the toilet? Oh yeah, that would be my hopes and dreams for the future. Pretty sure they don’t accept corpses to college. A scholarship is no good to my dead ass. I knew I shouldn’t have listened to them. I knew Jughead Jones would do nothing but get me into trouble.

I guess I’ll start with the day it all changed; the day Betty Cooper approached me in the park.

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to you, i thee wed (chapter 8)

They didn’t know they were marrying each other until the bride got to the altar. And then panic ensued. Married at First Sight AU.

(AO3//FF.net)

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8

WC: 7.6K

Thank you so much @sarahcada and @booksfullofme for the lovely edits!


“I told you,” Tikki gloats. “Ladybugs and Chat Noirs usually do end up getting married.”

“Uh-huh, Tikki.”

“It’s true, Plagg! Look, isn’t this about the third time I’ve been right?”

“Sure is,” he mutters.

Tikki beams and pats the top of his head. “Don’t worry, Plagg. We still have the reveal and I’m betting on your boy to spill the beans!”

Plagg laughs and shakes his head. “You’re on, you crazy thing. Though I bet Ladybug is way more brazen. Adrien, well–he’s only brave if he’s with me. Your girl is always brave it seems.”  

Tikki grins proudly. “That she is. That she is.”


Marinette only opens the bedroom door a fraction before checking the hallway again to make sure the coast is clear. Looking to her left, then her right, she’s positive she’s alone as she hears nothing aside from the chatter in the kitchen floating up the stairs. Relief pours through her as she enters the bedroom.

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rocket

@sapphics asked for a lap dance fic, so i thought i’d deliver

‘maggie? you home?’

the room is barely lit, the only source of light a few burning candles. alex shuffles in, depositing her bags by the front door, sinking into her favorite recliner.

'mags?’ she calls out again. the bathroom door opens with no warning, and alex forgets how to breathe. because maggie is wearing the least amount of lingerie as is humanely possible and holy shit how can someone so short have legs so long???????????

maggie strides across the room, stopping just in front of alex. she takes a deep breath as maggie leans down, her lips grazing alex’s ear.

'you ready, baby?’ she whispers, and alex can barely contain the moan that leaves her. it takes all of her willpower to nod her head, to not reach out and rip the clothes off maggie’s body.

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Favorite Episode(s)

5x11 The Distance 

The complete UST of this episode had my loins on fire. The episode should’ve been titled “Build-up to Richonne Sex.” When he punched Aaron I still believe in my heart of hearts that he was partially showing out for Michonne. Like erghhh I am man, I will protect my family. 

Baby that look he gave her before he left the barn!?! Like I said before, I bet you he gives her that look now right before he bends her over a table, ijs.

And then the following scene of them talking at the car… his eye contact and focus on her was mmm. And Michonne is just annoyed with his ass lol. 

5x12 Remember 

I love this episode for the fact that the whole family shown up to Alexandria’s gates like wild animals lol. Y'all I feel like this moment is so underrated but when the first enter the gate and Rick orders, yes orders Sasha to shoot that walker on the outside of the gate, that shit was sexy asf!!! All he said was “Sasha.” and she was on it. 

And then the way his sexy ass carried Judith in lol. 

Originally posted by misuzuri

Lawd dont even get me started on the zoom in on Savage!Rick and those blue eyes when he was in the office talking to Deanna. The shower scene🔥. Forgive me, season 5 is when I became attracted to Rick for the first time.

believe-that-you-can-my-friend  asked:

I'm here for the domestic!bughead prompts!! how about engaged Bughead looking through photos in order to use one for their wedding announcement on the paper but they stumble across their old childhood and adolescence ones and they end up laughing at how awful they are and zooming in on those that one of them is pulling a face or a photo that was captured at just the wrong moment and teasing each other and you know ALL THE FLUFFY FEELS! <3

Ahh, thank you for the cute prompt, m’love!
I blame @lusterrdust and her adorable fic ‘feels like home’ for all these damn domestic feels <3


Jughead didn’t bother looking up from where he was editing the newest chapter of his latest novel as he heard Betty entering their living room. At least, that was until she settled down besides him, unceremoniously plucking the device from his hands and resting it on her lap. He looked at her incredulously, a smile twitching at the corners of his slightly open mouth.

“What do you think you’re doing, Betts?” he asked, folding his arms across his chest and angling his body towards her. She didn’t notice his surprise, or if she did she chose not to indulge him, busying herself with plugging her hard drive into the laptop and finding what she wanted.

“Just borrowing this,” she chirped, scrolling through the endless files that popped up on the screen. He chuckled.

“So what, I put a ring on your finger and suddenly you think what’s mine is yours?” he quipped sarcastically, leaning in to try and catch her eyes, his own glinting with mischief. She cast a smirk at him,

“Conventionally, yes.” He settled back against the sofa with a laugh, throwing his arm around her shoulders. “We need to find a picture for our engagement announcement,” she told him. He groaned in response.

“Do we really have to do that?” he whined, biting his lip against more protestations when she turned to him with a stern look.

“Mom phoned, again. If we don’t give her one to print by the end of today god only knows what she’d choose. You don’t want to face the wrath of Alice Cooper, do you?” Jughead shivered in mock horror. Everyone had been surprised by how little resistance Alice had put up against Jughead dating her daughter, but still he knew all too well what her bad side looked like and it was not a place he wanted to be.

“Wait, what’s that one?” Jughead asked, pointing to a folder on the screen labelled ‘oldies’.

“Oh, I’d totally forgotten about that!” Betty shrieked, clicking on it immediately, an array of images lighting up before them. One trait that Betty had been happy to claim from her mother was her organisational skills. She’d been putting every photo she could find into categorised folders since she could remember. “Oh, my god!” She tapped on one, enlarging it on the screen.

It was their kindergarten class photo, twenty or so chubby little faces grinning back at them. Jughead spotted Betty quickly, like he always did, standing slightly off to the left, her smile a little more subdued than some of the toothless grins of her classmates, but her face just as bright. The rosiness of her plump cheeks matched the tiny pink roses on her yellow sundress.

“I hope our daughter looks like you,” Jughead whispered before he even realised he was speaking. His eyes went wide as her head whipped sharply to face him. His face was burning as he looked down, fiddling with the hem of her sweater in embarrassment.

“Our daughter?” Betty asked in adoration, her eyes shining. He chanced a look back up at her, tension in his chest easing at the hopeful look plastered across her face. He cleared his throat, smiling timidly.

“Well, yeah. If we have a daughter, I mean,” he stuttered out lamely. He felt Betty lean further into his side.

“I hope we do,” she mumbled, turning back to face the screen, a new warmth spreading throughout Jughead’s chest. “Oh, Juggie!” she squealed, pointing to the other end of the photo. Standing there, tiny denim jacket and all, was a little Jughead Jones, crown beanie slipping down over his eyes until all that was visible was a peek of dark hair and a toothy grin.

“My mom knitted it big, said I’d grow into it,” he chuckled, looking at his younger self. It seemed like a lifetime ago.

“That you did,” Betty joked, chucking him under the chin. Jughead swatted her hand away playfully.

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s move on, shall we?” He tapped the arrow, shifting along to the next picture. Betty gasped. It was her and Archie, a couple of years older than the last photo, sitting on the grass in the park they used to play in. Archie’s head was thrown back in laughter, his red hair glowing in the summer sunshine as Betty gazed adoringly on. But that wasn’t what stopped her breath. There, slightly out of shot was Jughead, fixing her with the same expression she knew she’d given the redhead countless times throughout her youth.

“I always saw you, Betty, even if you didn’t see me yet. I always knew,” Jughead leaned down to whisper against the shell of her ear. Betty turned her head once more, capturing his lips in a delicate, feather-light kiss. They pulled back, gazing into each other’s eyes as Betty felt the comforting new weight of the ring on her left hand. This was right, this had always been right.

She blinked back tears as they resumed their trip down memory lane, cute childhood memories slipping into the awkward phase of early adolescence. Betty threw her head back, laughing freely at a particularly bad shot of the both of them at someone’s birthday party. She zoomed in on Jughead’s face menacingly.

“Wow, I didn’t know you had so many chins, Juggie,” she teased, shrieking as his fingers danced against her side, relinquishing her control over the laptop. Jughead seized his opportunity, zooming in on her face instead, her expression blank but her eyelids half open and eyes rolled slightly back into her head.

“Yeah, well you never told me you were possessed in our youth, Regan,” he scoffed, holding his fiancee off as she attempted to snatch the device back.

“Wait, Juggie, stop! There’s one I want to see!” she struggled, sitting back with a huff before he finally relented, placing a sweet kiss on the side of her head. “Look, do you remember this being taken?” He turned to face the screen.

They were on the school field, high noon sun shining down on them as they lounged around in the summer heat. Betty was leaning back on her elbows, face turned up into the light slightly, rays catching the highlights in her golden hair causing her to emit a subtle glow. Jughead was lying next to her, propped up on his elbow, looking down at Betty with pure and open adoration in his blue eyes. The angle of the light was captured perfectly, shrouding them in a spotlight against the green of the grass. Jughead looked down, catching a glimpse of the way their hands, barely noticeable behind Betty’s hip, were locked with one another by their pinkies only.

“This one,” she said, her voice getting stuck in her throat slightly. Jughead nodded, tightening his grip on her.

“Definitely.”

little comets (1/?)

okay so this is a tumblr-exclusive ficlet for the kids who came with me when i had to jump ship on my old blog and move to this one. 

like in 12″ by 8″, Kara and Lena have been canon through s1 in this story. i’m sure this prompt has been done a thousand times, but i promised fluff, and i’ve always wanted to do plotless fluff on this prompt lmao.

it’s mostly just little snippets.


The night is alive around them, neon lights flickering in city windows and creating the illusion that they are surrounded by quiet fireflies. 
Kara stares at the pod, J’onn’s hand on her shoulder, the cold air hovering like a lookout, watching over them. There is a moment – an infinite moment that is somehow also far too short – where anything could be in the pod, anyone.
Her mother.
Her father.
Her best friend from school when she was young. 
A complete and total stranger who shares her culture and history, and has come to lessen the ever-aching weight on her spine.
She wants to stay frozen in that world of possibility forever, where nothing ever must be real or unreal ever again. 
But she can’t, so she uses her super-speed to rip off the band-aid, and tears the pod open in a fraction of a second. The faster the less painful. 
She looks down, bracing herself the renewed loss of all the people it turns out not to be. 
Oh.

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Beauty and the Illyrian Chapter 1

So I have mentioned how I’m working on a B&TB/Feysand story and … this is it. I hope you all love it as much as I do, with just this first chapter. Please comment opinions and helpful statements! This is Chapter 1!

“Faes are the most feared creatures in the world of Prythian. With their fangs that shine bright with blood and their talons that could rip out one’s throat, only the Children of the Devil worship them.

One night Feyre’s sister’s, Elain and Nesta, travel to meet the man Elain is to marry. With caution in their way, a snow storm, Feyre tries to get them to stay. But they disobey. When they are captured by the half Fae-Half Illyrian, can Feyre make a successful bargain to save them, but not herself?

This Illyrian has a curse, and has had this curse for over ten years. All humans fear the Fae creatures, give or take the Children of the Devil. It is nearing the Prince’s twenty-first birthday, and soon the last petal will fall. For who could ever learn to love a winged beast?”


Dawn approached and the ground was already deeply covered in white snow. Feyre held on to the cart that her two sisters sat on, her eyes begging. “There is a snow storm, Nesta. You should wait until daylight.” Her sister, Nesta’s, gaze was sharp. “The lord can wait. He would understand.”

“It’s not snowing that bad, Feyre.” Her sister pulled the hood of her coat over her head. “We will be fine. The village is not far.”

Before she could say good bye, the cart was already pulling away with Nesta hanging onto the ropes attached to the horse. The white animal let out a loud noise before it began to gallop away.


If the cart crashed in the night, and her sisters were hurt, Feyre wasn’t sure what she would do. Elain and Nesta were the only active family she had left, give or take her father who sat on his ass all day in their cabin. The only reason Nesta was rushing the time for them to meet the Lord living miles away was because they were poor, and the Lord vying for Elain would fulfill their wishes of luxuriousness.


The sky was pitch black by the time Feyre moved back into the cabin. She didn’t acknowledge her father sitting in a small plush chair, staring at the red sparks of the fire. It was the same spot he sat ever since Feyre’s mother died, over eleven years ago. He was there when Feyre promised to protect her sisters to her mother, on her deathbed. From then on, he always had a thought she had to be the only one to protect them.


She placed a mug full with water on the table sitting next to the chair, picking up the old cup. Worriness filled her gut because she should have gone with her sisters, should’ve sent someone with them like Tarquin or Helion … Feyre dumped the dirty water into the sink, washed the cup clean, and headed upstairs.


Blankets that covered the one bed her and her sisters shared were a mess, falling onto the floor from the side Nesta slept on. Most nights, Feyre slept without any covers so her sisters would sleep with. She promised her mother she would protect them, and letting them freeze in the night was breaking the oath in the slightest way. Tonight, she would have the bed to herself. It was not likely she would get sleep, though.


The moon in the sky shone bright into the room as Feyre digged through her through her drawer for night clothes. After doing so, Feyre sat on the creaky bed and pulled the blinds of the window further away. The light from the stars made the room brighter.


Feyre took a deep breath in, the night sky bringing a relaxing feeling over her body as it always did.


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Elain tugged the fur coat tighter around her body, shivering at the white snow that fell on her shoulders and arms. No matter how many shivers wracked her sister’s body, though, Nesta did not stop. The snowflakes fell harder and harder but her sister did not stop, beating the horse that led the cart more more.


Nesta,” Elain’s voice shuddered as she spoke, her lips so, so cold. “Nesta, maybe we should find an inn, stop for the night–”


“Graysen is expecting us by mid morning, Elain,” Nesta tried to hide her shivers, the way her body shook with ice. Physically, and mentally–anger. She hated the man her sister was to be betrothed to. But, if it made Elain happy …


“I think he would understand, like Feyre said. Understand if we were late. There is a storm, Nesta.”


The only sounds were owls in the quiet forest, animals that creeped and crunched fallen snow on the ground. Elain jumped at every sound, her body shaking from more than just the cold. Then, in the near distance, a tree, pressured by the harsh winds and piles of snow, fell in the middle of the path they were heading to.


The white horse backed a step in as it was startled. Elain’s heart beat picked up, racing faster than the speed of light, as Nesta made a sound of annoyance. There were three paths they could take. The left or the right, but both they would have to take longer detour. Nesta pulled the ropes to the left, making the horse face to the right path. With one beat, she expected the horse to move forward on with her command. The animal only stayed there, making a noise of rejection, forcing his head towards the left path.


“Come on, Philippe!” Nesta grunted, repeated the action again.


“I don’t know, Nesta, maybe he has a sense–”


“Of what, Elain?” Her sister turned to look at her, dark eyes wide. She tugged the horse again. “There is no animal that will attack, Philippe!”


The horse moved without another thought, hesitantly so. The track down the right path was slow, and Elain flinched with every beat Nesta gave to the poor animal leading them.


Fifteen minutes down the path, And Phillippe was stopping. His ears twitched and Nesta groaned again, reading to hit it–


“Quiet,” Elain hissed.


Wide eyes directed to her, Nesta obeyed Elain and stopped speaking. She trailed her eyes to their surroundings, glancing slowly to the horse and to Elain, then to behind them. That was when they heard the noise.


Heavy feet crunching against the snow, low growls heard through the violent winds.


Nesta’s eyes widened at the same time Elain turned back and spotted the creatures. The pointed, skinned ears. The white canines that glimmered in the moonlight when they opened their mouths.


Fae. This path was where the Fae were, where they lived–thrived.


Philippe!” Elain was shouting louder than she ever had before. “Philippe, run!


As soon as the horse proceeded forward fast, so did the monsters behind them. The creatures were faster, though, and Elain squeaked as she felt one, bony hand skim her long, brown hair. She was shaking with terror, and Nesta was glancing between the sight ahead of them and back to Elain.


Where would they go.


Where would they go?


Where would they go?


The horse tugged from the rope and Nesta screamed in frustration. Elain knew, surely, she could hear the panting breaths of the Fae behind them, could hear their claws scraping together. Philippe yanked again, struggling to get free, Elain shaking as her sister tried to control him.


And as the white stallion broke free, the cart that Nesta and Elain were in zoomed forward. Ice and snow pushed from the ground and floated around them as they went down a hill. Elain’s fingernails clutched her palms, breaking the skin as Nesta’s arms moved around her. They didn’t know where they were going and moments later, as they passed flushed through a black, spiked gate, the cart stopped.


Before them was a castle. But it was nothing like the lord’s, that Elain was to be married to. Shadows curved through every corner, gargoyles hung from every tower. The dark, brooding feeling surrounded the area and sent even more shivers through the sisters’ bodies.


The thunder in the sky that they had just noticed now clapped loud, and Elain jumped again. Nesta, pulling herself out of the snow, held out her arms for her little sister. Once they were both standing on land, boots sinking into the snow, they pulled their coats tighter around their bodies, picked up their packs, and started the hike to the front door.


It would be a long journey, passing through the snow that was possibly seven feet deep, until they did finally reach the iron door. Maybe the castle was old, abandoned. They could find rest for the night, find a pit to light a fire so they could sit by it to warm.


Nesta knocked on the huge iron door, looking up and squinting to have to spot the top. But, as the door opened, creaking in its path, Nesta glanced inside and held her breath.


“Hello?”

parenting superheroes

for @solisev

happy happy birthday evelyn! i hope you have a wonderful birthday and an amazing year ahead :)

“Oh my God.”

Natasha growled low in her throat as Clint sat straight up, dislodging her from her comfortable slouch against his side. He even pulled his fingers from where he had been running them through her hair, much to her dismay. She set down her novel with a sigh and turned toward him, eyebrow raised skeptically. “What?”

He turned to meet her gaze, eyes wide. “We’re their parents.”

She straightened suddenly, spine rigid against the back of the couch. “You take that back!”

“Nat, how did this happen?” Clint ran his fingers through the short strands of his hair and chuckled helplessly.

Just as she opened her mouth to deny it again, the front door to their apartment flew open, and a blue streak zoomed by them, ruffling their hair and sending the newspapers on the coffee table flying. Moments later, a young woman with mousy brown hair and a red leather jacket strolled through the open door, rolling her eyes.

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Pairings- Mitch Marner

Originally posted by willynylanders

Y’all. I had this all written out then of course my computer decided to be a jerk and didn’t save before it crashed. Katie cried. So I picked myself up and rewrote it to the best of my memory! Anyway! Enjoy!

Warning: none!

Anon Request: Hey I was wondering if your request are still open I would love a Mitch Marner one where he gets his first NHL goal and the two are best friends and he tells tells her how he feels about her after the guys bugging him after the game I love your writing your an amazing writer when ever you update I have to read it right away and take all the time you need on it i don’t mind you get it done when you can!

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              You sat in between Mitch’s parents in your matching Marner jersey.

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