someone help me give credit please

“If one day… you have someone that you like please tell me. Alright?”

(I don’t like putting signatures so, PLEASE, if you want to post this gif somewhere GIVE CREDITS! Also, don’t use it in videos/amvs. Thanks~)

Sometimes I wonder

Is there an anti hint, out there, somewhere in the cosmos, that we just… Missed?

Have we truly always been paying so much attention that we’ve uncovered every little breadcrumb anti has left for us?

Is there ever a hint we have flat out failed to pick up on?

That’s just lying there? In the depths of tumblr or the tags of a video, waiting for someone to find it?

Are we truly as good as we give ourselves credit for?

And Jack just knows that one hint is still lying there, wondering when or if that hint will ever be found.

The hint that could make or break a thousand theories, or tell us where we should be looking.

This is the shit that keeps me up at night, yo.

Oh, Baby (Namjoon x Reader) Pt. 3

[Pt 1] [Pt 2] | [Pt 4] [Pt 5] [Pt 6] [Pt 7] [Pt 8] [Pt 9]

Pairing: Namjoon/Rap Monster x Reader
Rating: M
Genre: Smut/Mafia-ish AU

Words: 3,117

Summary: You were only supposed to have seen him twice. Only twice, no more, but now you’re getting dragged into situations you never wished for and Namjoon just keep showing up.

A/N: 20+ PEOPLE MESSAGED ME ASKING FOR MORE AND HERE YOU GO!! :D I really love getting messages from you guys, it’s touching to see you all enjoy it.

So! From now one this isn’t strictly smut!! I plan to incorporate some in here or there (or at least have some frisky moments), so don’t expect smut every chapter~

Alright, let’s see how this goes~

Oooh? Who’s that little beauty I see?” the copper haired male gasps happily, scooting forward in his seat when he spots one tiny, angry looking Min Yoongi tugging you down the street. He can see the peeved creases on Yoongi’s forehead, and also the confused and scared look on your face, and he becomes intrigued.

He watches the front of Namjoon’s building every day and yet nothing like this has ever happened. Yoongiis a normal occurrence, coming and leaving the hotel at least once a day, but you, on the other hand, are an unforeseen piece in this puzzle.

He’s excited.

“Who are you~,” he singsongs quietly, sipping on his cup of coffee as he fetches his phone from his pocket. With practiced ease he zooms in the camera, snapping a pic or two of you before Yoongi hauls you into the lobby.

Once the two of you are gone, he looks the photos over, humming appreciatively at your features. You’re pretty—but why is Namjoon’s right-hand toting you around like a toddler that fucked up?

Once again, he’s intrigued.

Humming, the male twirls around in his seat, his playful attitude not seeming to match his neatly styled hair and unbuttoned suit attire. However, even so, people know that he does his job right.

He’s known by few—but he’s feared by many. The feeling is nice. It helps him sleep at night.

“And now you’re gone,” he mumbles when, a few minutes later, Yoongi slinks out of the building, hands shoved into his pockets angrily.

He’s alone.

“But where is she…?”

Eyes narrowing with suspicion, the man smirks in interest at the scene laying out before him. It’s not uncommon for Namjoon to drag random girls back to his home, but none of those girls are you—dressed appropriately with so much emotion written onto your features. You contain a spark of life, whereas his cheap prostitutes don’t. You look like a girl who hasn’t seen the darkest corners of world, whereas the other girls know struggle, and the corruptness of human kind.

You are a clean slate, just waiting to be tainted—and if you’re involved with Namjoon, then it won’t take long.

Sighing, amused smile stretching at his lips, the man continues to stare out of the large window on the second floor of the café across from Namjoon’s building. A quick glance at his watch tells him that he’ll be late for his 4 o’clock meeting, but he doesn’t care. He’s currently watching the best show he’s seen in a long while, and wants to see how this episode will end.

However, 20 minutes in his phone rings, and he knows his fun is going to end.


“Taehyung!” his receptionist scolds. “Jaehyuk is here for the meeting! Where are you?”

“People watching,” Taehyung hums uncaringly, eyes shifting back to the front doors of Namjoon’s building. He doesn’t want to miss you if you come out—because a part of him wonders if you’ll even make it out alive.

“Can’t you reschedule?”

No! You already put him off twice!”

Taehyung sighs irritably. “Fine. I’ll be there in 15.”

Before his receptionist can respond Taehyung drops her call, quickly scrolling through his contacts and clicking on another number.

What?” the male on the other end questions when the line connects, voice gruff with sleep, and Taehyung raises his eyebrow in amusement.

“Rough night, Jiminie?”

Shut up,” the older hisses, sheets shifting. “What do you want?”

“There’s been…a development.”

“…do share.”

“Well,” Taehyung grins, pushing to his feet and smoothing out his suit. “A girl caught my eye—because she seems to have caught Namjoon’s eye as well.”

There’s a pause, and then a quiet laugh.

I like her already.”

Taehyung’s eyes twinkle.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

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Ok I need some help please
When I was in high school one of our art teachers asked us to paint something but we most show her a pictures of the thing we want to paint before we paint it

I fond a digital drawing of gravity falls digital drawing but the name of this artist is not on that drawing someone repost it

when I saved the drawing I start searching who is the real artist
my teacher doesn’t really care but I should give this artist his/her credit

Sadly I didn’t find him/her

I paint the digital drawing but I never post in the internet , but I hanged it on my wall in my room

But this Time I post it because I really want to know who are they the one how draw the original idea

Can you help me who is that amazing artist please 💙

i saw a post that said “bucky saved sam during the fight w/ peter bc he knew that steve would be devastated if something bad happened to sam that’s so precious!!” and it’s like well maybe he saved sam bc so far he’s done nothing but help steve help bucky and instead of trying to kill him or being afraid of him there’s an understandable amount of caution that sam has with him which is more than 99% of people are willing to show him. give bucky some credit that he can tell when someone is good and is trying to help instead of making his actions solely about pleasing steve


A big, very special shout-out to @bigmammallama5, for it was her Carmilla tattoo Alternate Universe that inspired Sky Full of Stars to even exist :’) I have to give credit where credit is due. I remember telling Grace to go crazy with her design and crying when I received my commission because Carmilla’s soul mark was exactly as I envisioned it in my head! Thank you, dear. Had it not been for you, I probably would have never come up with the beautiful story that is my soulmate universe. I’m so blessed that not only this story has helped heal my soul, but so many others. Knowing that there are people who look forward to reading a new chapter is still exciting to me, and I’m looking forward to see where this story goes from here.

I feel at peace because Carmilla feels at peace, now that she has her beloved Laura.

Before, I needed to write because it was my lifeline, and it was my only way to cope. Now, I look forward to it, and writing helps me destress after a long day.

Thank you again to everyone who’s read, left kudos, or commented on my fic. <3 You’re all amazing and lovely. Have faith that somewhere, someone is looking at the same sky as you are, and they’re thinking of you.

(I uploaded both photos Grace sent me, but they’re just of different saturation and color. They’re the same drawing. If you reblog please don’t delete this and give credit to Grace, thank you!!!)

Someone help me! There was this really good fluff of Shimadacest on AO3; Where Hanzo and Genji are at a bar, and the most description I could give is that Genji wore Lipstick and took a picture of the mess he makes of Hanzo. This has been an image I really wanted to draw, but I recently found out I never did saved that good fic on my phones homepage nor remember who wrote it? Please help so I can credit He/She/Thee!

Hook Vs. Regina Redemption pt. 1

Here it is folks the meta you never asked for, from the tumblr user you’ve never heard of. And it’s extra long and does use some points others have used in the past mostly @anothershadeofgreen but I’m making a few additions of my own. 

WARNING: This is extremely anti Captain Hook and Captain Swan. 

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This was drawn by my good friend and senpai @lazuen01. She does NOT appreciate it when people upload her drawings without her permission and especially do not give credit. These kind of people really irritate me. Is it at least that hard to give someone credit? 

I’ve noticed how this has many notes, and I want to stop it. Please help me get this post down. Please message this person @homestuckcosplaygirly and help me get this post down. It makes me so sad and disheartened when people like these post artworks and give no credit, have NO respect for the artist whatsoever. 

I have given this person a message and a warning but I have no reply. Please help me take this down. And while at it, please know that artists give so much time and work to make these beautiful piece of artworks for you fans, and if you guys don’t respect the artists themselves, she might as well not draw. (I’m serious! She’s very hesitant on posting things online now because of people like her!)

Please REPORT @homestuckcosplaygirly and STOP THIS POST. 

Thank you! 

anonymous asked:

Alright, so I promise that this isn't hate okay!!! I love your blog and your Harry Potter posts are 😍😍😍 But, I don't really know, a few of your posts I recognize quotes from other people's posts just swapped characters or something. I'm not sure if they are copying you, but I just thought you might want to be aware. Love you!!!!😘😘😘

first of all: thank you so much !!

second: i don’t really understand? i mean, if it’s about me reblogging posts from haikyuu-incorrect then it’s my friends blog and i wanted to help them gain followers. but if someone else is copying my quotes then i dont know anything about it. most of the quotes are from tv shows/books/movies and i tag sources so its not like they’re my quotes but i do change some of them or add something so if someone’s copying those then it’d be nice if they’d give me credit. can you link me to the blog you’re talking about? please and thank u 


under the cut, you will find #60 gifs of ryan mccartan in his role of farrell bennett in the first ten minutes or so of the standoffevery single one of these gifs was created by myself and for roleplaying purposes only. do not: use them in graphics, crackships, gifsets, repost them, claim as your own or redistribute them under any circumstances. if you ask for my permission and credit me, you can turn these into gif icons and use them in sidebars. please give this a like/reblog if it helped you in anyway!

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Kent didn’t remember it, but clearly his mother did and she photographic evidence.

“Aw, you are looking so–” Kent didn’t understand the last Russian word that Tater had slipped in there.

“I don’t even want to know if that’s a good thing,” Kent muttered from the couch.

Tater looked up from the picture album he was currently thumbing through with an impish smile. Kent stuck out his tongue, just as his mother came back from the kitchen with a plate of Christmas cookies.

She glanced over at the picture Tater was smirking at and sighed fondly. “Oh yes, that one. Kenny always did have a fondness for cats.”

“He is bigger Kit,” Tater agreed.

His mom put the plate down on the coffee table. “I remember that year for Halloween, we barely had enough money to cover rent. I couldn’t afford to buy him a costume and I have no sewing skills to speak of. Kenny, I think you were three or four at the time?” She pulled the photo out of the plastic sleeve and held it up for him. He squinted dimly at it and shrugged.

“Maybe.” He made a mental note to contact Tater’s parents for embarrassing childhood photos as payback.

“So, the neighbors had this cat that Kent loved to play with, and come Halloween, Kent wanted to be a cat. He was very insistent on being “Kitty”. That was what he called the cat, by the way.”

“Only because they named him something stupid and unpronounceable,” Kent threw out.

His mother gave him an amused look. “His name was Caesar, dear.”

“‘Kitty’ was a better name.”

“Anyways, the best thing I cat costume I could come up on a limited budget was dress him in black  and then draw on the nose and the whiskers with my makeup. I bought the ears for fifty cents at a thrift store.”

“He not have tail?” Tater asked?

“Oh, he had a tail. I cut an old shirt of mine and stuffed it with leftover cotton from a pillow.” She laughed, but it was tinged with sadness.

Kent remembered those years when his mother had to work two jobs trying to make ends meet. His hockey was expensive, and he had lost count of the number of times he had told his mother he would quit, only to have her shake her head and tell him that they would make it work… somehow.

He got up from the plush, oversized chair and went to go settle on the arm rest by his mother. “Thank you,” he said sincerely as he pressed a kiss to her temple.

“You were so happy,” she sniffed. “You didn’t even care that the tail was literally stapled shut at the seams.”

“I’m happy I have you.” Kent said softly. “Both of you,” he added with a glance towards Tater who met his warm gaze. Kit, who must have sensed that she was being left out, abandoned her watch from under the tree and came over to jump on Tater’s lap. “All of you,” Kent amended when she joined them.

And he was.


Look, someone mentioned the other day that Kent Parson probably has a picture of himself with the cat face drawn on (or something like that), but I can’t find the post. Please help me so I can give proper credit to the idea. :)

When someone brought attention to the fact that the outline of the prince kind of looked like Mutsumi, I couldn’t help myself~ XD

(I swear I had this drawn out before the shipping wars episode)

If you want to use this image please ask for permission and give proper credit. DO NOT REPOST.

Does anyone here know how to make music online or play an instrument?

I have 0 musical talent and I’m doing a really big project soon. I really don’t have any money or anything to pay you with, but I really need some non copyrighted music for the project. I’d give you full credit for it, 110%, I just need music for the project.

I’ll try to keep it as short as possible, but it’s part of something I’m doing to surprise someone. Like a Christmas gift. Music is important because without it, the atmosphere would be a little off. If you’re interested in helping out at all, please dm me, it’s really important to me! I’m looking for something with more of an alternative feel to it, if possible


Requested by @crazyfangirl345:  Sherlock x sister!reader plz. Where you Sherlock needs help with a crime and u end up moving in with him. John takes this the wrong way….

If you have a request, send it in!

Not my gifs: If gif(s) are yours, please let me know so I can give you credit.


“What are you talking about? How could someone steal an entire ice cream parlor?” You exclaimed over the phone to your brother.

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out, (Y/N)!” You heard some rustling in the background. Sherlock and his disorganization, it’ll never cease. He gave an exasperated sigh at the papers he was most likely dropping.

“I’ll be over as soon as I can,” you said as you reach to hang up the phone. A noise stops you before you can actually end the call. “Yes?” You asked, hopeful that he wouldn’t object to your help. He always makes things difficult when he objects.

“Nevermind, it’s just Mrs. Hudson at the door,” he replied.

You snickered. “It’s Mycroft, isn’t it?”

There was a pause before he said yes. “Well, tell brother dearest to stop sending people to follow me to the market and back. It’s frustrating when I get eyed every time I buy lamb chops because Mycroft’s cronies are vegetarians.”

“I will, but I don’t think he will listen,” You heard him whisper as the familiar crispness of your older brother’s voice cut through the room. “Sherlock, I heard you sent Mother a birthday card. How very courteous.” You took this as your cue to leave the conversation, giving a knowing goodbye as you hung up the phone.

A couple of days later, you moved in with Sherlock so you could help him and his friend, John, with the case without having to take the Tube every time Sherlock has an idea. You liked the company, no matter how odd it may be that the two completely different men were living under the same roof.

John seemed to like you well enough when Sherlock was around, but when it was just the two of you, things seemed tense, and you didn’t know why. One day, when John was muttering about frozen limbs in his kitchen and boiling water for tea, you decided to confront him about it.

“John?” He made an odd sound of recognition that was similar to a hmm as he looked up from the tin that housed the loose-leaf tea he was preparing. “I was wondering if we could talk.” You didn’t really have a good way to bring it up, so you figured that honesty was the best policy.

“Sure, sure. What did you need?” He gave a breathy grunt as he turned to face you.

“John. I don’t know why, but you seem to be really distant whenever it is just you and I in a room. When Sherlock’s here, you seem just fine. A bit angry, but that’s normal for you.” He gave a small chuckle and turned so his face wasn’t visible from my place near the doorway of the kitchen. “Do you have a problem with me being here?”

He sighed. “It’s just - Sherlock seems different when he’s around you. I don’t want to make assumptions, but I have to ask. Are you two together?” You look at him in shock then burst out in laughter. He looked at you in confusion. “What?”

After your laughter died down, you said, “We’re siblings!” You exclaimed still laughing.

He looked dumbfounded. “Y-you’re siblings?” He asked still not believing you. You nodded. He shook his head in disbelief before heading out the door.

A/N: Sorry this took a while to post! I’ve been kinda stressed out and busy with school and everything and had a bit of writer’s block. Thank you to my great friend @lifealertbutton for helping me write this!