so that felt appropriate

anonymous asked:

Hey Bendy! Now that you're free, are you ready to experience snow for the first time? What about a thunderstorm? Personally I like snow better 'cause snowball fights are the best!

Bendy doesn’t seem to recall experience any sort of weather in his cartoons, so he’ll have no idea what they will be like. He hasn’t seen any of it yet, but…

… Huh.

This wasn’t so bad, though it does bear concern about the rain mixing into his ink if he stayed for too long-

He’s never going outside again.


Make Me Choose:

@schvylerhamilton asked: Rafe Adler or Nathan Prescott?


🎮 3.8.17🎮

I’ve recently become insanely obsessed with Undertale. I watched Dan and Phil play it over the course of 2 weeks and honestly, this game made me nearly cry. I love the characters and it’s basically become a comforting thing for me to go to when I feel anxious/unsure of myself, so I felt that making a bujo spread for it was appropriate!

Hospitality and Tourism and World History are already coming to an end, and I am thankful that they were so easy. I just need to boost my History grade up to an A (it’s currently a B) and I’ll be set!

~Please do not delete the caption~


|| Just a Bro™ threatening to frame someone to protect his other Bro™


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Mario!OPM and it is done! :y

This all started because I wanted the fire flower power to reflect Genos’ incincertors and the star power to reflect Saitama’s invulnerability, but I wanna add on to this. :y

I debated with myself for a while on who should be ‘Mario’ and 'Luigi’, but this final set up felt more appropriate. Sai gets so much flak to the point where he’s considered the second banana, and I wanted to reflect this by making him the 'Weegee’.
Both dudes have all the power and makings of formidable heroes, but often times get shadowed because they don’t have the look, the flare, and the popularity like Genos and Mario do. ;y

Mario Bros © Shigeru Miyamato & Nintendo

Saitama & Genos © ONE & Yusuke Murata

Art © Anjelzjelly129

Hours in Midnight // Thor x Reader

Pairing: Thor x Reader (POC)
Word Count: 4k+
Warning: Angst, Fluff, a bad word or two, a smut mention if you squint real hard, SLOOOOW BURRRRNNNNNNN
Summary: Thor shows Reader sheโ€™s so much more than the demons in her head make her believe. Friendship is magic. Side note: Thor got a monster peen pass it on. Bonus Sam Wilson!ย 

A/N: I cannot believe itโ€™s taken me this long to write a Thor fic. I also study Norse Theology so I felt it a bit appropriate to include some of it in here. If you guys like this, Iโ€™ll consider adding more part(s)! Feedback is absolutely welcome. This is also unbetaโ€™d. Iโ€™ll go back and fix grammar and spelling errors when I can. Let me know if you spot some!

Inspiration: โ€œI Donโ€™t Want to Change Youโ€ ~ Damien Rice

โ€œWhere ever you go,
Well, I can always follow
I can feed this real slow
If itโ€™s a lot to swallow.
And if you want to be alone
Well, I can wait without waiting
If you want me to let this go
Well, Iโ€™m more than willingโ€ฆโ€

Originally posted by avengers-of-mirkwood

Part 2

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lsiten if ness’s writing doesn’t make you clutch ur chest idk man idk

guess what, we have a tag for this collab: flamakness collab. find all of the collab related things thereee~

“– around,’ Soul said, helping her along with a gentle push until the back of her head was facing him. He tugged the ribbons from her grip, muttering something about how he knew she liked wearing them so often. It felt like an appropriate gift, he continued to reason, as if he needed one to give her anything at all. She felt his hands run softly through part of her hair, untangling a few of the strands slowly to not hurt her, gathering the rest in his palm to pull up into a rough ponytail, and finishing it off with a little bow…” - @l0chn3ss

- @mrsashketchum

i keep thinking about this post from @sleepdontvisit because it really sums up so much of why i clung onto being ace for dear life during my mogai phase, despite knowing i was bi/calling myself biromantic in addition to being ace. because when you really think about it, it made no sense. even when i was using the split attraction model, i STILL should’ve just called myself biromantic and made that the most important aspect of my orientation (since that describes the attraction you DO have, as an orientation SHOULD), but……i didn’t. and for the longest time, i thought that i had done this solely due to internalized homophobia, but the above post helped me realize that something else was at work here. 

when het aces emphasize their aceness as being the only facet of their orientation (thereby ignoring the heteroromantic part), it’s because they’re using it to claim that they “aren’t really straight” as a way to ignore and get around their straight privilege. by saying that “aceness is its own identity” and should therefore always be emphasized over their heteroromanticism, that’s pretty much saying “yes i experience (some form of) attraction, but instead i’m going to ignore that and define my entire identity based on the attraction i DON’T experience.” not only does this make no sense, but it’s incredibly misleading and outright damaging to LGBP aces, whose SGA is something that most likely had to be independently realized and fought for in an internal battle against their heteronormative socialization. 

this separation/unnecessary distancing which het aces make from their romantic attraction does immense amounts of harm to LGBP aces. our same/similar gender attraction isn’t considered the “default” to society, and het aces will never have the experience of having to accept SGA in themselves—otherwise, they wouldn’t pull this shit. because literally anyone who’s ever fought an internal battle against compulsory heterosexuality knows that emphasizing a non-SGA facet of your orientation is the LEAST productive way to go about unlearning compulsory heterosexuality and eventually accepting your own SGA. so, when het aces say “straight aces aren’t really straight because they’re ace,” this causes serious damage to aces who experience SGA, because by the same logic, you’re also “not really gay/lesbian/bi/pan because you’re ace” too. 

for me personally—despite realizing i was bi around age 12-13 and “realizing” i was ace around age 18 (and eventually reassessing it because i turned out to not be ace after all)—i legitimately didn’t feel comfortable identifying as bi at the same time as identifying as ace, because i had internalized this belief that i “wasn’t really bi” (but rather that i was ace) so deeply. i felt like i was “appropriating bi experiences” and therefore had no RIGHT to call myself exactly what i was and had always assumed i was for years on end (despite not accepting it right away, but that’s a post for another time). 

this experience was extremely damaging because i was just barely starting to become comfortable in viewing myself as bi and coming out to a few trusted people, only to have all of that progress i had made unravel before my eyes with this ace rhetoric. i was still so terrified at the idea of being bi that i was looking for any and every excuse to distance myself from that identity, and this exact rhetoric from het aces happened to aid me perfectly in avoiding confronting my internalized homophobia for years on end. i can assuredly say that i would’ve been so much better off if i had never come across this rhetoric to begin with, and that says quite a lot about how much harm it caused me and so many others.

this got way longer than i had originally intended so……tl;dr please stop saying “i’m not straight because i’m ace” when you’re a het ace. LGBP aces are at a higher vulnerability toward distancing themselves from their romantic attraction, and it’s not because they’re ace, it’s because they experience SGA. they will see you saying this, internalize it, and apply the same logic to their own identities to justify “not really being lesbian, gay, bi, or pan,” and it WILL cause them serious harm. especially if they’re at a point in their life where they aren’t confident/stable enough in their LGBP identities to immediately recognize their own internalized homophobia when it occurs, which applies to like……a VERY large portion of the tumblr user database, so don’t you DARE pretend that spreading this rhetoric here is “completely harmless.” i’ve already proven to you that it isn’t. 

Not A Bad Thing, Lin-Manuel Miranda x Reader

Prompt: Your roommate has a too loud friend and you don’t know whether that’s good or not.

Word-count: 1,427

Warnings: Definite cursing. Also mentions of anxiety. 


Partly based on Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell and there were deliberate parallels. I also played around with the perspective so it’s in third person, just because I felt like it was more appropriate. I can’t tell y’all why I chose Fangirl for Lit Day, although the fact that the main character has anxiety was probably a huge factor. (I have it myself.) Also she writes nerdy fanfiction. It’s just perfect. 

This one WILL have a sequel. I left y’all off on a cliffie there, I would be cruel to not provide some closure. Enjoy! xx

There was a boy in her room.

“Hi!” the aforementioned boy said, getting up from his spot on one of the beds. Before Y/N could even move or say anything, the boy was in front of her, and holding out a hand. She only looked on helplessly (she couldn’t do much anyway; her arms were loaded with boxes).

“Oh yeah, that’s kind of a stupid move, you have all those stuff in your hands.” the boy rambled, gesturing quite aimlessly to the shit still in her arms. Y/N wondered whether he’d leave, or move or something. Her arms were starting to hurt, and she had more boxes downstairs still. “Oh!” Mystery Boy exclaimed and suddenly, half of the crap in her arms were taken. “Do you have any more boxes? You must have more boxes,”

This didn’t make any sense. She knew that Pound was a co-ed dorm, but were there co-ed rooms?

Y/N could only watch as this dude, whoever he was, placed down her stuff on the empty bed, confused and a little afraid. Hands now kind of free, she fumbled for the paper in her pocket, wrinkled with use and constant handling. She looked at her roommate assignment and balked. Was this Karen?

“Lin,” someone said from behind her, and in surprise, Y/N jumped and moved into the room, practically bumping into the Mystery Guy, who now had a name. He had looked up sharply at the voice, all the while catching her from her embarrassing stumble.

“Sorry,” Y/N mumbled and moved out of the way.

“No, it’s okay,” he said, smiling and then, louder, “Karen! Your roommate is here!”

Karen was tall, with long black hair, and exceptionally hot. “Hi there,” she smiled. “I’m really sorry that I’ve left you to fend for yourself with this dumbass.” She pointed at Lin, who pouted.

“That’s unfair, I’m fabulous!”

They left soon enough, and when the door closed behind Lin, Y/N felt like collapsing.

It’s fine, she kept screaming in her head, trying to stuff down the anxiety that had risen like black static behind her vision. Breathe. It’s fine. You’re not crazy. It’s fine.

Karen’s side of the room was already decorated, although it was as sparse as yours, with only a few posters for a bit of personalization. Her bed was still loaded with boxes, but she was downstairs, with Lin, with a few others, with normal people who didn’t feel like immediately upchucking their breakfasts when encountered with social situations.

(This would have been easier had Julia been here. But Julia didn’t want Wesleyan; she wanted to go to the bigger colleges back in New York, and wasn’t that just typical of your sister? Always the braver one. )

Her mom was somewhere in the building, probably talking to everyone and everything, befriending enough parents that would almost absolutely guarantee Y/N some friends. (Not that she wanted any, she couldn’t help but think, somewhat disdainful. She wanted Julia. She needed Julia.) Her dad had already come by, dropped off the rest of her boxes and kissed her on the crown of her head, promising to be right back, I just have to look for your mother, she’s off wandering again.

Y/N curled up in the sheets of her new, new bed, feeling the tears come quick and hot down her cheeks, the tight little roll of anxiety somewhat calmer now, but not any less disarming.

How in the hell was she going to survive this?

She had managed to find her own little corners throughout the campus, her own little writing corners. She found that she couldn’t quite write in the dorm room yet; it all still felt too new, too manufactured, too soon. Karen was nice enough, but she was rarely around, always jumping around with someone new on her arm, off somewhere auditioning. But it seemed like no one was part of her solar system like Lin was, who stopped by their room more often than Y/N would like.

That was another thing; she couldn’t write when they were there.

Their dorm room was tiny, just wide enough to fit two single beds and to squeeze two desks in the middle, and just deep enough to accommodate the length of those two beds. When there were more than two people in there, it all felt far too crowded and far too stuffy and far too suffocating. She could write with Julia there, she didn’t take up so much space. (Headspace. Julia didn’t feel like company.) Y/N couldn’t get anything down because her brain was stuck on ‘Intruder Alert!’.

So she did what she was best at; she avoided the situation entirely and looked for compromises.

This was her compromise.

Her legs were crossed underneath her, laptop open and propped in her lap, and for the first time in a long time, everything felt right. A pair of headphones hung around her neck, and although she had music on, they had slipped down sometime in the past hour, but she was in deep enough that she didn’t notice.

She was still typing when someone approached her.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were a Kanye fan!”

She looked up at the voice, slowly going from the tips of a pair of weird shoes (periwinkle wingtips) to a face. It was Lin. And he was smiling down at her like she was something special. (He always smiled at her like she was something special. He seemed to smile at everyone like that. Y/N didn’t know how to feel about it.)

“Oh, I forgot to pause my music.” she said, pressing down on her spacebar and the action caught Kanye mid-verse. To her absolute confusion, Lin sat down next to her.

“I actually wanna discuss this with you.”


“You listen to Kanye—“


“And you’re a writer! I more or less pegged you as the mopy indie type.”

This shouldn’t be bothering her this much.

“Lin!” Karen called from next to her, although she sounded as though she was yelling from far away. Y/N barely registered Lin looking up at the sound of his friend’s voice, waving frantically at the sight of the two of them. There was a really pretty girl next to him, who looked disappointed at the loss of Lin’s attention. A rare surge of confidence took over Y/N, and she met Lin’s cheerful grin with a smile of her own.

“Hey,” he said, walking over to meet them. He turned to her with a face of sincere surprise. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you ‘round this parts, ma’am,” he said in a mock southern accent. “Are y’all lost?”

She rolled her eyes, fixed him with a smirk, and said nothing, letting Karen talk.

There was a lag in Lin’s eyes when he glanced from her to Karen, a perceptible pause when he took his sweet time looking at her, the confusion practically radiating from him, and then turning to Karen.

Y/N realized belatedly that she had given him a Julia smile, the left side of the mouth quirked just so, chin jutted out ever so slightly, eyes coy and a little frisky.

“You like him,” Julia said without looking up from her nails, which she was painting a bright teal.

“No, I don’t. I don’t like anyone.” Y/N insisted in the least petulant voice she could manage. She only partly succeeded.

“Yeah, but you like him though,”

“Who likes who?” Karen said as she walked in from the bathroom.

“Y/N likes Lin,” Julia said, not missing a beat.

“Oh, yeah, totally.”

Y/N glared a Karen fiercely. Traitor. “For the last time, I don’t like Lin!”

The two other women looked at her, eyebrows raised and unconvinced.

Y/N groaned, arms flapping up helplessly. “And anyway, he doesn’t like me!” The thought made her sadder than she would have liked to admit.

To her surprise, Karen laughed. Actually laughed.

“You’re more clueless than I thought.” she said in that way that she had, like she knew more than you ever would. And in this situation, she did know more.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked, damning the hope starting at the edges of her stomach.  

But Karen only shook her head, chuckling. “Nah, man, I’m letting you figure this one out on your own.”

And then she left, leaving Y/N with her frustrating predicament and Julia with her wet nails. In the wake of Karen’s absence, a silence stretched on for what felt like forever. It was Julia who broke it.

“I like your roommate.”

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So earlier at Pixie’s wedding Harry felt it appropriate to button his shirt up and leave only 3 open. At what point in a wedding does one think, “IT’S TIME, TIDDIES!!! GO FREE AND REVEL IN THAT MALLORCA AIR!!!”? Is it when the sun sets? Four drink in? During the speeches? Really wanna know.