so what re u waiting for

legendtastic  asked:

Okay I got one but idk if it was said before but what made u decide loving jotaro?

/cracks neck
here we go lads now we’re talking

I originally got into the show off the back of hearing Sono Chi No Sadame at a Halloween Party and was thoroughly a Phantom Blood girl- I was all about that Jonathan and Dio life- this is in November 2015 remember. So I’m scrolling through the tag and I’m like seeing some really nice art of a sleeping boy ‘oh, who’s this?’ because my ass didn’t realise that Jonathan died and the story progresses ‘he looks really angry- wait, is that a gif of him calling that lady a bitch? ugh’- I later learned that his name was Jotaro Kujo, the 3rd jojo in the series.
And then my friend, who was already into the series, was like ‘Jess, you’ll like him- he’s just your type, emo’ and I was like nah lmao she just called his mom a bitch- I’m not about that life.

And then I was on youtube and was watching the op’s 1-4, because that’s was all we had back in the olden days, and he looked so fucking cool? and Stand Proud/Sono Chi No Kioku were like really selling the angst and dynamic of the part so when I actually got to watch and read it, I straight up just fell straight for him and quickly fell into the later parts too. I liked the fact that he was such a complex character but still had certain mannerisms of a typical shounen protagonist- he had his faults too; he was brash, rude, seemingly the frequent the victim of social insensitivity or misunderstanding and often violent. But he also had redemption if you want to call it that; he loves his family and wants to keep them safe, he /does/ care about people he feels responsible for, he has a keen sense of overall justice, and wouldn’t think twice about putting his life on the line for someone he loves. He also has his struggles but I won’t delve into them.

It annoys me so much when Jotaro is ruled down to be the ‘emotionless’ character of the series like, really, Jotaro has been known to make a /few/ jokes, smiles more than Johnny and has the same sort of introductory personality of blunt/calculating as Giorno did. I feel like I never get to write Jotaro the way that I want to because I either put too much character analysis in or make him too cold or blunt, which isn’t a Jotaro that people want to read. 

Honestly did you guys know that I love Jotaro Kujo

anonymous asked:

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix was 257,045 words. Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince was 168,923 words. Together they are 425,968 words. Order of the Phoenix is 870 pages while the Half Blood Prince is 652 pages. The Summer is over 400,000 words. Therefore, based on my previous math, The Summer is roughly one thousand five hundred and twenty two pages long, the length of JKR's two longest books combined. 1,522. Pat yourself on the back you guys did THAT. ( i love u btw )

@botanistlester

I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LOOKED UP THE WORD COUNTS AND DID THE MATH FOR US AHHHHH 1,522 pages though really, holy fuck.

If you’re wondering, before editing, the word count is at 435,340 ;) So we still beat Order and of Phoenix and Half Blood Prince combined MUAHAHAHAHA

Honestly, sometimes I have no idea how we managed to write a fic this long. I can’t wait for you guys to see what we’ve done! I think it’s of the longest phanfics out there?

jin in the jungle
  • cast: damn its so dark out here
  • jin: *whips out ARMY bomb* well wud u look at tHAT?? i got JUSt the thing
  • cast: what day is it?
  • jin: *whips out BTS wall calendar* carry one of these babies around and you'll always kno :-)
  • cast: i think we're lost
  • jin: *whips out BTS markers* worry not my friend, we can use these to track our steps!!!
  • cast: wait, where are we?
  • jin: *whips out BTS notebooks* we can draw out a map if u want
  • cast: i'm so hungry
  • jin: *whips out 7 BTS dolls* here, eat these, i'd recommend the jungkook one he's got the most muscle
Ok so here’s what’s going on with Jughead.

In light of the recent Jughead #4 promo released, I decided to go back through issues #1-3! Here’s what I found:

Jughead #1

“haha classic jug” ^

Jughead #2

“haha cla- oh wait” “.. he said it, HE SAID-” ^

Jughead #3

“Are they implying what I think they’re implying” ^

Jughead #4 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASEXUAL”

everyone is gay: the musical // magnus & even, t+

aka: magnus has an awakening and even is unfortunate enough to be near it.
(for ceecee aka @westiris, thank u for supporting my impulsiveness love u)

“I gotta ask you something.”

Magnus blurts it out over lunch one day when it’s just him and Even sitting at the table. Even doesn’t even have to look up from his phone to know that Magnus is staring intently at him, hands in his lap as he waits for Even to tell him, “go ahead, lay it on me, I’m a human search engine.”

“What’s up, Magnus,” he all but sighs instead, tossing his phone onto the table.

Magnus doesn’t even hesitate before beginning with “So you’re bisexual,” and Even’s patience is already compromised.

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ok i’m going to tell you a story about the time i had to find a tampon at one of my 1989 shows so if you don’t like stories about sanitary products turn your mother effing camera off now

so it was the first show in adelaide and my friends i had been at the venue for a while and when we were waiting in line just about to go through the doors i just got that #feeling you know, that #periodintuition when you just… know you should get some backup, as i will put it

and i was just like ‘ok well we’re about to go inside so i guess i’ll just get a tampon from a dispenser in the bathroom’ and honestly in an ideal world that would have been the end of this story, but do u know what? this isn’t an ideal world. birds chirp too early in the morning and ppl don’t use their turn signals and THE ADELAIDE ENTERTAINMENT CENTRE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT MY SANITARY NEEDS.

i went to two bathrooms and none of them had these dispensers and it’s right before the show so this whole process of lining up for the bathroom has already taken a good amount of time so it’s getting to the point when i’m like…. enough is enough. i find a nice looking staff member (whose name, it turns out, was june) and i ask her if any of the bathrooms have tampon dispensers. june walked me into a corner as if the world was ending and says, in the most concerned voice i’ve ever heard, ‘oh dear. oh my poor girl i don’t think they do.’

i’m just thinking ‘this is literally december in the year of our lord 2015, june, why do you hate women’ but i didn’t say that bc june was actually a very nice lady and i just had a feeling that she was not personally responsible for the lack of tampon dispensers in the facility.  then june says to me ‘go to the cloakroom. say i sent you’. 

so i show up at the cloakroom and i’m just like ‘hello i’m jess. this is weird but a lady name june said you would have some tampons here’. cloakroom lady smiles at me pityingly, reaches into a draw, and pulls out a sanitary napkin bigger than my face. like i’m not exaggerating, i have never seen anything bigger than this thing. i should have asked for an extra one to protect my mum’s car when it rains. they probably used them after the show to cover taylor’s catwalk during transport.

cloakroom lady shoves the World’s Largest Pad in a plastic bag tries to discreetly give it to me, as if we are exchanging hard drugs at a taylor swift concert, which i think would be a good business plan btw, and i make my merry way to a bathroom stall to try and do some civil engineering to make this thing wearable.

5 mins after this, i’ve reunited with my friends, taylor nation upgrades us and i’m dancing in the soundbooth with a pad the size of the continent of antarctica in my underwear. 

Men on SA be like...

“I don’t want a pro, I just want a normal sweet girl next door. Soooo What’s your name? How are you doing? I need to be discrete and intimate so 99.9% of our meetings will be indoors. What do you wanna do together? What’s your fave position? Do you like giving head? Have you fucked a girl before? What’s the nastiest thing you’ve ever done? R u horny now? Do you like getting your pussy ate? Send me a sexy pic ;).. oh man I can’t wait to see your tits and fuck the shit out of you, can you be my little slut?!”

You don’t need a sugar baby, you need an escort.. but you think you’re above paying directly for pussy. Yet the “SD/SB” titles makes it all okay in your head right? Which makes no sense because it’s one in the same, and all you wanna do is fuck sooooooooooooo……………


*screams & exhales*

Originally posted by ashru98

You’re Never This Quiet

Request: could u do #99 on the prompt list with jughead??

Prompt:  “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?”

a/n; first Jughead imagine, bare with me

Word Count: 515

Pairing: Jughead Jones X Reader


Y/N’s P.O.V

I silently watched Jug type away on his computer, his writing coming to him so effortlessly, occasionally he would look up from the screen, as if he was waiting for me to speak just so he could beg me to shut up. Except I didn’t, I wasn’t constantly speaking on and on about everything and anything like I normally do, which has never once happened in the entirety of our romantic relationship. My eyes scanned the back of his laptop, as if it had changed since the last time I looked at it. 

Although my eyebrows almost completely shot up when Jughead had started shutting the device, I looked at the clock before looking back at him, “you never stop writing this early.” I pointed out, continuing to lay in the same spot on his bed. “Ah, it speaks!” He exclaimed, sitting next to me on the bed, moving to be in the same position as me. “What is so interesting about that corner of my room?” He tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out why I was staring at the spot where two of his bedroom walls met.

I shrugged, staying silent, my mind going back to all that has been happening in our normally repetitive town. How is it that all of a sudden we got a mess of things dropped on us? Between Jason’s apparent murder and week long torture session, the normal drama at school has completely sky rocketed, along with little odd things here and there. “Y/N,” Jug started off, trying to pull my attention to him, with a sigh, I turned my head to be looking at him. “You’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?” 

He didn’t sound like his normal investigative self, no, now he just sounded concerned, and slightly confused. “Just thinking.” I replied, tugging the sleeves of my over-sized hoodie down, covering my oddly cold hands. “About?” He prodded, lolling his head to the side, making it gently hit mine. I reached up pushing it to the other side, making a small smile appear on his face before I retracted my hand. 

“Everything.” I answered vaguely, just trying to get a charge out of him. “Stop being so vague.” He deadpanned, scanning over my face, his eyes landing on mine. “Jason’s murder, school, all the weird stuff suddenly happening in Riverdale.” I finally gave him an actual answer, to which he gave me a small head nod. “It’s very outlandish.” He agreed, using one of his slightly odd words, just to see if I would roll my eyes like usual, which I did. 

I slid closer to him, sticking my head under his raised arm, letting it rest across to back of my neck as we looked at one another. “Well, Juggie, I guess we just have to deal with these ominous situations that our once calm town is suddenly in.” I nuzzled my head under his chin, partially in his neck and on his chest. His fingers tapped against my back, like one would do to a table, “I guess we do, Y/N.”

4. “So we’re stuck with each other?”

    guys i never wanna ask much of you but pls give me some feedback bc i am super nervous about this fic idk why pls

words: 13k

warning: this will make u sad :( bc sad and scared Dan Howell

Summary: “Straight Guy Worries He’s Being Homophobic To Gay Roommate, Realizes He’s Fallen In Love With Him.”

      “You want to what?”

Dan chomped down on his crisps and held a finger up. His friend stared back at him and waited a bit impatiently for him to swallow.

“Move out.” Dan chewed another chip. “And get a roommate.” Dan said after swallowing.

Caspar was quiet before bursting into laughter which surprised Dan.

“What?”

“You’re scared of people, buddy.”

Dan stuck the finger up as he ate the rest of his chips. He thought about what Caspar said and rolled his eyes. He wasn’t scared of people…. he didn’t like people he didn’t know or feel comfortable with.

Didn’t that damn Pineapple Boy know the difference?

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real essay tip

– wait first of all, real essay tip #1: work on the essay at least a few days in advance so u can actually do this –

- ok so real essay tip #2: anytime u stop working on an essay for the day (or if u’re taking a break or something), make a note on your draft of what the next step is. make it as specific as possible!! 

do u need to elaborate on sentences? say “elaborate *s” and then go through and mark the sentences you need to elaborate on with *s! 

do you need to write your conclusion? create a skeleton of the conclusion, or 2-3 bullet points in your note of what u want to put in the conclusion!

do u need to clear up some language? write down which paragraphs need simplifying!

honestly this helps SO much bc when u sit down to write the rest of your essay, you don’t even have to think about what you’re doing. u just look at your previous note and do it. and then u write a new note for next time, and keep going!

Okay but except bloopers or Robin & Cory being giggly There are totally kissing versions of the couch scene!! Either real ones they wanted to try that plot or just like 100 takes with Robin & Cory being ship trash! I can hear the director like
“Wait what! Nooo you’re not supposed to kiss dammit!” and Smaylor like “Oh? oh we are very sorry!!” ….“Waait you’re not supposed to push Oswald down in the couch!”

And the real kiss scene that the director want, so they do kiss but get way into it. The director like “Okay good…Thank you…cut! cut! THAT’S FINE NOW…….ah fuck this I’ll come back in 10 minutes when u are done.”

yep this happened.

ASSistant (pt 1/?)

pt one of a new fic lol

pairing: lin x reader

warnings: swearing, suggestive stuff

word count: 1,033

a/n: lemme know what u think xo



You shouldn’t have gone out with the girls last night. If your hangover wasn’t enough, you were running late. You practically ran to the theater, nearly making yourself sick when you checked the time.

“Y/N! There you are - is everything alright?” Lin was waiting at the front door with a cup of coffee.

“I’m so sorry,” you gushed, “I over slept and then my skirt ripped and -”
“Y/N,” he laughed, “It’s okay. We’re all allowed to be late.” After a beat, he added, “Once.”

You let out a breathy laugh, gratefully accepting the coffee in his hands, “Lin, I’m you’re assistant. I’m supposed to be getting you coffee.”

Lin only laughed, “Please. You cover my ass day in and day out, coffee is the least I can do.” You nodded feebly, pulling your iPad out of your bag.

“Besides, you look like you had a rough morning.”

Your face twisted in confusion.

A smirk riddled his face, “You shirt is on inside out.”

You gasped, running into the nearest bathroom to switch your blouse over. When you walked out, Lin was leaning on a wall. Hoping to avoid embarrassment, you immediately started on his week.

“So you have a meeting tonight with Karen, and then tomorrow you’re on with Fallon. Lin?” He wasn’t listening, rather, he was staring at one of the dancers.

Scoffing, you rolled your eyes, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

Lin snapped out of it, turning quickly to see you, “Someone’s got a bite today.”

You shrugged, “Come on, you’ve got two shows today. Go get ready.”

You walked in his dressing room, knocking as you opened the door. You had to drop off some papers and his outfit for the Late Night show tomorrow.

“I could’ve been naked.”

“Thank God you weren’t.”

“Yeah, 20 minutes doesn’t give us enough time anyways,” he smirked.

You let out a laugh, “Is everything that comes out of your mouth suggestive?”
“Depends, what are you suggesting?” He toyed.

You ignored it this time, “I need you to sign this,” you said, throwing a packet on his makeup counter. You hung the blue suit up on his door before turning on your heel to leave.

“Why are you giving me the suit now? The show isn’t until tomorrow.”

You shrugged, “I’m not gonna be there tomorrow. I have a date.”

“A date? With -”

None of your business.”

“Don’t fuck on the first date!” He yelled as you shut the door, rolling your eyes as you did so. You were always rolling your eyes around him. God, he was annoying.


The date went well. Really well, actually. So when you went back to the theater Tuesday, you were wearing the same shirt you did on your date.

“How was the date?” Lin said, rushing to your side the second you walking through the doors.

“Fine, thanks.”

“That’s it! I want to hear about this prick,” he teased.

“I don’t date pricks. I leave those for you.”

“I do not date pricks -”

Emily.” You fought back, your voice drenched in sarcasm. Lin laughed for a second before nodding.

“Did you like him?” He asked, this time less pushy.

You nodded, “He was very nice.”

“That all?”

You bit your lip to hide your smile. Unfortunately for you, Lin instantly caught it.

“Go, Y/L/N! I didn’t think you had it in you,” his words were light hearted, but he felt something inside him stir regardless. Immediately, he brushed this aside.


The show that day went off without a hitch. Every scene seemed to go perfectly, every song seamless; even the orchestra sounded better than usual. As a result, you weren’t surprised when the cast decided to go out for drinks.

Politely declining, you explained to Pippa that you had some work to finish up. Then again, when didn’t you have work to finish.

You heard a knock on your office door around two in the morning. Running your hand over your face, you called out, “Come in!”

To your surprise, Lin was waiting on the other side of the door.

“Hey,” he said softly.

You offered a half smile, looking down at your paper one last time before pulling your stray hair into a pony tail. You had to look twice at him, rubbing the tired out from under your glasses.

Your brows knit together at the sight of his sullen state, “Why aren’t you out with the rest of the cast?” Lin didn’t even look a little buzzed, let alone drunk. He shrugged.

“Just wasn’t feeling it,” you saw right through his lie. You were about to come back with some witty remark about Lin always wanting alcohol, but the way his eyes looked made your heart fall a little.

“I’m just finishing up some work,” you said, looking back to him, “We could go get a cup of coffee.”

His eyes went bright again before offering a small nod.

“Okay, good. Um, yeah. Give me fifteen minutes and we can go, yeah?”

He nodded again, taking a seat on the couch along the wall. You could barely focus on the paperwork with his eyes on you. As his assistant, it was your job to make sure things went smoothly for him. What caused this hiccup?

At the coffee shop, he was quiet. If he wanted to tell you, he would. So you filled the silent void with stories of your mother, from high school, and even your date. Around six in the morning, he eyes left yours and fell to the window behind you.

“What?” You tried, turning around. Then you saw it: the sun was rising, coloring the sky different hues of red.

You smiled a little, turning back to see him. All you wanted to know was what he was thinking at that moment.

He stood up, offering a hand to you, leading you outside to watch the rest of the sunrise. You shivered a little at the cool air. Immediately, Lin took off his jacket and gave it to you. As he watched the sun go up, you saw his smile grow, like he was relaxing.

And that smile? It warmed you in ways his jacket couldn’t.

wait ok I want Marinette to start learning how to play the piano (and she’s p mediocre at it)
and one night Chat is visiting right
and she mentions that she’s learning & he’s like “show me what u got”

so they go to where a piano is (literally anywhere???)
and she plays & he goes “not bad princess”
and she’s like “pft, like you could do better”
and chat, not wanting to give any hint to his identity (or just wanting Mari to be cute idk), is like “you know what? you’re right I wish I could”

AND SO MARINETTE HAS THE BRIGHT IDEA TO “TEACH” HIM HOW TO PLAY PIANO

and she’s like “this key is G”
and he goes “*cough* F *cough*”
and Mari goes “THIS KEY IS F”

Leo n Takumi: we’re never gonna be friends

Leo n Takumi: wait shit

Leo n Takumi: hey bro. Yeah bro? U know what. What bro? We’re like. The best fuckin friends. In the universe. Yeah bro. Our bond is like, the embodiment of the new relationship between our countries. Bro That’s the best thing I’ve heard in my life. Our friendship could like, inspire our people to be better friends. This is the ultimate fuckin Broship man, we are the closest, most inseparable bros in the entire fuckign history of anything. I got ur back bro. I got urs too. I got it so hard I’m literally going to attach myself to ur back so u know that I got it bro. Bro we’re like a chemical reaction…cuz we work together well and also I need you to live get it it’s Br O haha ma n

  • me when watching men on ninja warrior: u go man, u can do this ur strong as fuck. go get that buzzer
  • me when watching women on ninja warrior: FUCK U GO, SLAY, FCKING SLAY I BELIEVE IN U, LOOK AT YOUR MUSCLES HOLY SHIT BABE YOU'RE MY HERO CONQUER ALL DEFEAT EVERYONE ELSE *stands up and starts jumping* YOU GO YOU GO YOU WILL KICK ASS NO WAIT YOU ARE KICKING ASS haha what am i saying GOOO GOOO I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU *sobbing* YOU'RE GONNA MAKE IT LOVE BABE YOU'RE KILLING IT I LOVE YOU THE BUZZER IS SO CLOSE I CAN FEEL IT, FUCKING SLAAAAYYYYYYYYYYY BEAT EVERYONE ELSE WIN WIN WIN AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH H H H

u know what’s iconic?? make a little conversation so long ive been waiting to let go of myself and feel alive so many nights I thought it over told myself i kinda liked her but there was something missing in her eyes i was stumbling looking in the dark ohhh with an empty heart but you say you feel the same could we ever be enough? baby we could be enough and it’s alright!! calling out for somebody to hold tonight! when you’re lost ill find the way I’ll be your light! you’ll never feel like you’re alone ill make this feel like home! so hot that i couldn’t take it want to wake up and see your face and remember how good it was being here last night still high with a little feeling i see the smile as it starts to creep in it was tHERE I SAW IT IN YOUR EYES I was stumbling looking in the dark ohho with an empty heart but you say you feel the same could we ever be enough baby we could be enough and it’s alright!!! calling out for somebody to hold tonight! When you’re lost ill find the way ill be your light! you’ll never feel like your alone ill make this feel like home! ill make this feel like home! baby we could be enough! and it’s alright calling out for somebody to hold tonight! when you’re lost ill find the way ill be your light! you’ll never feel like you’re alone! I’ll make this feel like home!