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anonymous asked:

Hi, just a fun fact! I'm not American but I spent a year studying in the USA, where I met two boys who made me question larry sooo much, because they were so close, just like harry and lou used to be, but still just friends. So I was obviously thinking, "if they are this close, larry could've been just a friendship, like theirs". But this summer I met again one of them and it turns out they were actually secretly dating and having sex the whole time. So yeah, larry is real.

i? love this

OH dear! SO.

Please keep in mind that this was yeeeears ago, actually quite awhile before I started working on the show. I was just a fan of MLP at the time.

And it actually starts with Kingdom Hearts. At the time, @kiaxet and I were doing a Let’s Play for KH2, and were recording it in my room at my parents’ place. This was our first LP, and was a fairly low-key, just for the fun of it kinda deal, especially since neither of us had really fancy recording equipment. So this one Saturday we got together and were gonna record for several hours, easy to do since I was the only one home that day. However, my really good friend who I’m going to call Kel here (she’s not on social media) also had the day off and wanted to drive up to spend time with us. She said she should arrive between 4 and 5.

And I’m all “Yeah sure you can come hang! We’re going to be recording the LP that day. So just come in the house, head on upstairs and join us whenever you get here.” Again, low-key LP where we had other friends walk in to join on occasion.

Now, keep in mind that I figured this would be fine to tell Kel, for a number of reasons. We both had our cell phones with us, and we pretty much always left our front door unlocked if at least one person was home. On top of that, the back patio door was also always left open for the dog. And all that aside, the dog we had at the time, Sophie, was a big ol’ pitbull/swiss mountain dog mix. She was 1) pretty territorial, and 2) had a BOOMING voice. Which meant if anyone approached the front door, she let the whole house know with a giant bellow of a howl. I figured with all that, Kel would have no issue getting in and we’d know when she did, too.

(Here, have a doofy picture of her) 

WELL. Four things apparently happened.

  1. Our cell phones were turned off so that they wouldn’t interfere with the microphone.
  2. The front door was, for reasons unknown, locked.
  3. So was the back patio door.
  4. Sophie apparently decided that day she was going to take a very long afternoon nap and not care about the front door at all.

So I’m sitting up on the top floor with Kiaxet merrily let’s-playing away, wondering when Kel was going to show up, when we finally took a break at 5 and I went downstairs to get snacks. And then I heard knocking.

Kel had actually arrived at 4, discovered all entrances into the house were locked, that we weren’t answering cell phones and she’d been knocking and ringing doorbells for an hour while waiting outside. I’d basically left my good friend locked outside of the house for an hour because I didn’t think to stop playing Kingdom Hearts for a bit.

And I’m just like HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP I AM THE WORST FRIEND IN EXISTENCE, I AM SO SORRY and spent all day apologizing because I am a scumbucket of a friend who locked someone outside and did not hear them knocking at all. So I was all “DUDE. I SUCK AND I’M SORRY. To make it up to you, please let me make you some original art. Absolutely anything at all you want to request, I’ll paint it and it’s yours for free.”

Kel was a total class act and accepted the offerpology. Since she was big into Star Trek and MLP was fairly new at the time, fresh and exciting and we both enjoyed it, she asked for a painting of Discord on a throne saying one of Q’s famous lines from a favorite ST:TNG episode. So, I broke out the watercolors and spent awhile painting this for her. Once done, I was ready to pass on the painting for her.

However, Kiaxet was planning to attend an upcoming Gallifrey, and knew that John de Lancie was going to be there doing autographs, so she offered to make my apology painting extra-special and get it signed by him. Kel agreed, so Kia brought that along for an autograph.

And apparently, John de Lancie really liked it?? Like, kept gushing about how much he loved the painting to Kia. Eventually asked for my phone number so he could request another, since the original still belonged to Kel. So one day a couple weeks later I’m doin’ my thing and I get a call from someone I don’t recognize, aaand yeah, it’s John de Lancie.

“Hey, I really liked that painting you made that I signed at Gallifrey! I’m doing signings at another con real soon and I wanted to have something I could pass out for autographs if people didn’t have something. Can I commission you to do another painting like that?”

And I’m all. “UHHHH. SURE THING DUDE”

SO. I DID. Another watercolor of Discord saying one of Q’s lines. Trying to make sure I spent as much time on that as I did the first, even if there was some slight variation! Since I was giving him the original to make copies of and he was going to pay me in cash, we agreed to meet up in person for the exchange.

Sooo we meet up at a nearby Johnny Rocket and we get some fries and milkshakes, do the commission payment, and get to chatting. And he’s all “So…I keep getting all these emails from guys who apparently really like ponies and the voice I did for that show? Can you please explain this “My Little Pony” fan thing to me?”

And I’m just sitting here with my oreo milkshake like

Ho boy here we go


So that’s how I ended up explaining the concept of Bronies to John de Lancie because I accidentally locked my friend out of the house.

idonteven2546  asked:

It's nice to see Asgore on a top characters list since most people don't see how great a character he is, mainly cause you only see him in the last part of the game really and most people don't think about all he's been through and the mindset he has going into these fights he's been through

I know right? I think he’s one of the deepest characters in the game. I think it’s very ironic and brilliant at the same time that the deepest and most complicated characters are the ones we interact less with in-game, but when we spent at least 5 minutes to legitimately look about the lore of the characters we find out sooo much more crap about them than the characters we DO interact in-game with 

This is taking AGES!! And painting it will take even longer (ಥ﹏ಥ)But I’ll do it for the best kids (๑✧∀✧๑)

If they think I’m going to believe that sad tale that Noctis was the only who attended the Carnival, they’re dead wrong. They all went, had a blast, and avoided each other. Waaaaaiiit… I’m writing FanFics now? While I’m at it, Iris is a beast Chocobo racer, gets it from the audacious AF driving skills she learned from Gladio. ((He’s too reckless that’s why they don’t let him drive the Regalia, but is very good at driving under pressure xP))

Pink Chocobo shirt for Iris, and Black Chocobo shirt for Gladio. There’s loads more colors too. I need to stop putting off drawing the tattoos (⋟﹏⋞)

Sooooo… Am I going to finish this or what? I spent WAY too much time on that Square Enix Cafe logo ;-;  

Deal (Spencer Reid x Reader)

A/N: Hey guys! I’m really sorry I haven’t posted in forever but I’ve had writers block for awhile and I haven’t really had time to write but it’s the weekend (woop whoop) so I can write a lot and hopefully I can open my requests soon!
Warnings: season 12 storyline (DONT READ IF YOUR NOT CAUGHT UP)
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
Prompt: the reader bails Spencer out of jail and he is eager to meet her in person and thank her
Request: ❌
Upcoming Imagine: Reader and Spencer have to share bed and he sleep cuddles
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“Spencer Reid.”
“Spencer Reid? His bail was denied.” The judge said.
“I am the daughter of the Chief L/N I think some exceptions could be arranged.”
“I’m sorry there’s no way…”
“This man is innocent. I have a theory to prove it and if that is not enough then I will contact my father myself. Put him on trial for bail. I’ll even pay the whole fee. No state backup.” You argued with the judge.
She looked you in the eye and nodded.
“The theory? I’m going to need to talk to your father as well.”
You explained your theory and reasoning behind why Dr. Spencer Reid is innocent and she seemed to understand and agreed to talk to your father.
People might ask why are you so eager to get Spencer Reid out of that prison, and you would give them the answer.
He doesn’t belong there.
He is innocent.
And you have been studying him since 2007.
You’ve always been interested in the man with the IQ of a genius and eidetic memory.
Not only was his intelligence impressive, it was the level of intelligence at his age that was impressive as well.
He was your age and that always sprung more interest in him to you.
You’ve watched every press conference and attended to any of his speeches he very rarely gave.
Once you heard he was in prison, you knew there was a missing puzzle piece from the picture.
You spent sleepless nights dedicated to some way to get him out because you knew he wouldn’t last more than 6 months there.
You’ve actually met him after one of his speeches and found out how socially awkward he is.
Ok your leaving some trait out.
He’s attractive.
Sooo attractive.
Anyways, you knew he had to be bailed out and your willing to spend $5000 dollars on it.
You’ve already sacrificed so much for him.
Time.
Money.
And he doesn’t even know it.
-
Today was the trial.
When Spencer was dragged out of his cell and told there was a trail for bail, he was so happy yet so confused.
The bail was denied.
He almost thought it was a joke.
But when they took him to court he knew this was no joke.
He could be getting out of there.
He entered the court room and saw a y/h/c haired woman standing on the defendant side of the room.
She never turned around, leaving herself anonymous to him.
“Mr. Spencer Reid was imprisoned for the murder of Rosa Medina. You, Miss. L/N, promise to hold account of all bail fees for you plead him innocent.”
“Yes your honor.” You said looking back at Spencer.
He looked at you with disbelief.
You smiled shallowly at him before turning around again.
“Any objections?” The judge asked the half empty courtroom.
There were other men and woman in there, which you recognized as the rest of the BAU.
Everyone was silent.
“Without any objections, Spencer Reid will be bailed from prison. Tomorrow, April 6th, Mr. Reid will be removed from prison and in house arrest for 30 days. Case closed.” The judge said smacking the gavel on the table before everyone filed out.
You made sure you were first, trying to avoid any contact with anyone.
They will all ask the same question: why and how.
“Miss. L/N!” You heard behind you.
Great.
You stopped and turned around to see a young, tan man with black hair approach you.
“I don’t want to hold you here long but I just want to say thank you. On our teams and Reid’s behalf. He will be very thankful you did this. I don’t even know how you did it but… you did!” He said with a smile.
“Yeah I have connections and no problem. I think we all know he didn’t belong there.” You said with a smile.
“Well I’ll let you get going. Thanks again!” He said turning around.
You sped walked out of the court room and right when you met the doors, officers were escorting Spencer out.
He turned around and mouthed thank you to you.
You nodded and smiled.
You took notice of his restless eyes that were full of hope.
You instantly felt empathy for him, thinking of the sleepless nights he must of had in such a dark place.
You followed them out and headed separate ways.
You couldn’t help but feel his eyes on you as you walked back to your car.
-
You thought about visiting him.
You thought about calling the BAU and getting his address and leaving a card or something, but that would probably be too much.
As soon as the month went buy and you knew he would be out of house arrest made you happy.
He could get the help and rest he needs.
Just as you were thinking about him there was a knock on your apartment door.
You thought it was the pizza you ordered but when you opened the door, there definitely wasn’t a pizza man.
It was Spencer Reid.
His hair clean and face smooth and free of facial hair.
“Hi.” He said lost for words.
“Hey umm allow me to introduce myself. I’m Y/N L/N.” You said, keeping your hand at your side, remembering he isn’t fond of handshaking.
“I-I can’t thank you enough for what you did. I mean… I don’t even know you. I don’t know how you bailed me out and I don’t know why but… I would like to know. I would like to get to know you because to be honest… you saved my life and I owe you.” He said nervously.
You smiled and then saw the pizza guy awkwardly approach your door.
“Oh yeah uh hold on.” You said grabbing your wallet.
You approached the door with 20 dollars and paid the pizza man telling him to keep the change as you traded the food for cash.
He left and you and Spencer were back at square one.
“Do you want to come inside? I have this pizza that I could use some help eating.” You said presenting your neat and clean apartment, glad you tidied up earlier.
“Yeah I would love that.” He said coming in.
You shut the door and set the pizza down on your counter.
“I hope you like pepperoni.” You said with a small laugh.
“Who doesn’t?” He said standing on the other side of the counter.
You gave him a slice of pizza and sat down next to him on a stool.
There was a silence between the two of you, but not an awkward one.
You watched him eat, until his attention was drawn to you, making you stop and blush.
“Are you okay?” You asked softly.
“Yeah… are you?” He asked confused.
“Yeah but… I mean mentally. Physically too.” You asked again.
“I-I think so. Aside from nightmares I’m okay.” He said his brown eyes seeping into your soul.
“Physically?” You asked again.
You’ve noticed how he walked in and he’s in pain.
He looked forward and swallowed furrowing his brows.
“Headaches and minor bruising but I’m okay.” He said assuringly. “How did you bail me out?” He asked changing the subject.
“I have resources and connections. My father is the Chief of the state police.” You said taking a bite of pizza.
“How did you know I was arrested?” He asked, curiosity lacing his words.
This could be embarrassing.
“I um… I’ve always been interested in you I guess. Ever since 2007, I’ve been studying you. God that sounds creepy…”
“No no it doesn’t. It really doesn’t.” He said with a smile.
“So yeah. Your intelligence at this age just really drew me in and I was eager to know more about you so I made sure to attend or watch any press conferences and I even went to one of your seminars about criminal behavior.” You said heat rising to your cheeks.
“Yeah! I remember meeting you! I knew you looked familiar.” He said, his voice raising a few octaves in remembrance. “You were like my only normal fan.” He added making you giggle to yourself.
“So I take it you already know me pretty well but I still like have no clue who you are.” He said laughing, setting butterflies free in your stomach.
“Well I actually was interested in criminal behavior and am planning to study it in college soon.” You said taking another bite of pizza.
“Really? That five thousand dollars could have paid for text books and about half of tuition.” He said.
“Yeah but you have so much going for you and you didn’t deserve to be in there.” You said drawing your attention to your toes.
“Again, I can’t thank you enough for that.” He said.
You watched as his hand inched a little closer to yours.
He was hesitant so you made the move yourself.
You grabbed his hand and stroked the top with your thumb.
“You don’t need to thank me.” You said looking into his eyes.
“I do but I don’t know how.” He said as his eyes wandered back and forth.
“Spencer, you really don’t. I did this because it was my choice. I wanted you out of there. I needed you out of there.” You said bringing his attention back to you.
“Why?” He asked, his voice breaking.
“Because… I knew you wouldn’t survive in there.” You said.
He looked at you, asking for more of an answer. “There’s more to it than that.” He whispered.
“I-I don’t know. I knew you were innocent and I knew that the only person who could really do something was me so I acted upon it and… now we are here.” You explained quickly.
He smiled and stood up to take his plate to the sink but you quickly stood up and took it from him, doing it for him.
You carefully watched as he sat down, slightly wincing.
“What hurts?” You asked.
“Everything.” He said rubbing his eyes.
“Why don’t we sit on the couch.” You said putting an arm around his back.
You helped him walk to the couch, seeing how much pain he has been holding back.
“What did they do to you?” You asked sitting next to him.
“Nothing. I’m just sore.” He said pushing away the subject.
“No they hurt you.” You said sounding a little more concerned than what you intended.
There was a brief silence before it was interrupted by his soft voice.
“They uh… they beat me. A group of them.” He said quietly.
“How many times?” You asked just taking notice of the bruised bump underneath his bangs.
“8 times out of my whole visit.” He said as you carefully pushed his hair back.
You watched as goosebumps rose on his skin.
“My stomach is the worst.” He said, instantly regretting what he just said.
“Here let me get you a heating pad.” You said standing up but being interrupted by his hand on your wrist.
“I’m okay I don’t need it.” He said with an uneasy smile.
“Let me take care of you.” You whispered faintly.
His face softened and was full of happiness.
He slowly let go of your wrist and you retrieved your heating pad.
“What’s your favorite tea?” You asked plugging it in.
“I’m okay I don’t need…” he stopped when you looked at him with a hand on your hip.
“I-I like chamomile.” He said with a smile.
You walked into the kitchen and started to boil some water.
While you waited you sat next to Spencer.
You saw his lips part and then close again.
You knew he was going to thank you again but he already knew your answer.
“Did you get enough to eat?” You asked quietly.
“Yeah. Yeah thank you for dinner. I haven’t had pizza in awhile.” He said slightly sitting up.
Again you noticed his stiffness and the slight furrow of his brow as he shifted in pain.
“You poor thing.” You said brushing hair out of his eyes.
You didn’t think his eyes could get any softer but they somehow did.
He was comfortable and relieved.
You leaned a little closer and he didn’t stop you so you took that as an okay.
Your lips barely brushed against each other before you heard the screech of your tea kettle, making you jump in your seat.
Spencer smiled as you blushed and got up to finish making his tea.
You brought it out to the living room and set it on the table.
“It’s going to be a little hot.” You said sitting next to him again.
He took the heating pad off of his stomach and sat up holding the cup in his hand.
“Careful.” You said setting your hands over his as he was about to take a sip.
“I said it’s going to be hot.” You said again.
“I was just seeing how hot it was.” He said as you awkwardly took your hands away.
He took a little sip and set the cup down.
“You can stay here if you want. It’s getting a little late and I know how hard it is to get a cab.” You said with a smile.
“Okay thank you.” He said.
He looked at you, hesitantly but then he wrapped his arms around you in a tight hug.
You were surprised at first but then you happily hugged back.
“Thank you so much.” He said into your shoulder.
“Yeah. It gets lonely here sometimes. It’s nice to have you.” You said pulling away slowly.
Before you pulled away, he kept you inches away from his face.
You held your hands on each side of his face and slowly took his lips in yours.
He pulled your body closer to his as he deepened the kiss.
Then out of the blue he pulled away quickly.
“I’m so sorry that was inappropriate…”
He started to say but you interrupted him.
“Don’t be sorry. For one I kissed you and for two I wanted you to kiss me back.” You said shyly as your faces remained inches apart.
“Okay… glad to know I wasn’t the only one.” He said with a small giggle.
“I’ll let you sleep in my bed. I’ll take the couch.” You said pulling away from his grasp.
“No no I’ll sleep on the couch. It’s very comfortable I won’t mind.” He said with a smile.
“Spencer please sleep in my bed.” You said crossing your arms.
“Instead of arguing, let’s come to an agreement that we sleep in the same bed. Deal?” He asked standing up and taking your hand.
“Deal.”

Originally posted by toyboxboy

Sugar & Spice ii (Sugardaddy!Tom AU)

Originally posted by ggloputa

Summary: You and your boyfriend Tom’s affliction for cars leads to some fun situations.

Authors Note: What’s up here’s part two of this “series”? I guess it’s a series it can be read out of order but like it’s the same set up I guess. This is just fun to write for me, so I hope you guys enjoy it. My friend is getting a sugar daddy sooo maybe she’ll inspire this series. Feel free to give feedback (good, bad, whatever) I really appreciate it.

Masterlist

Word Count: 1047

Warnings: Sugar daddy relationships (if you don’t like it you won’t live this). Sexual suggestiveness (it is what it is). Swearing. Probably other things.

Taglist: @tbholland @stephie-senpai @cersei-lannister @i-love-superhero @chinalois @behxndthemask @ttholland @johnmurphys-sass @harperislit @curlshawnholland @theharrisontomytom


  • No one could say Tom did not care about his girlfriend. No matter how much time they spent apart or how many actresses he had to pretend to be in love with he loved his princess and made her want to feel appreciated.
  • One of his favorite things was to buy your cars. Their L.A. and London garages were filled with shiny toys. BMW’s, Maserati’s, Lamborghinis, Range Rover’s, G-Wagons, Audis, etc. littered the garage.
  • Both of them shared an affinity for speed.
  • Most of your cars were given as apology presents
    • “Baby I’m so sorry I have to go away for months and can’t take you with me.”
    • “Princess you know I’m not cheating on you the media is just stirring shit up.”
    • “Angel I’m sorry we got into a fight, but you know we belong together.”
  • Or they were given to you for special occasions.
    • “Happy birthday to the love of my life!”
  • You did have a slight problem which was driving in L.A.
    • You hated it.
    • It was literal Satan and all you wanted was for people to get the fuck out of the way.
  • Tom hated driving with you during rush hour.
    • “Babe, don’t you want to slow down.”
    • “No, I’ve got it.”
  • Tom loved taking long drives with you in the driver’s seat whenever he was home.
  • His right hand always found it’s way on your thigh, squeezing gently.
  • Whenever you went on long car rides, your attire tended to be something that revealed your legs.
    • Large t-shirts that barely covered your ass mostly.
    • When it got colder outside large sweatshirts that covered your ass along with knee-high boots, but just enough skin revealed at the thigh area.
  • Another comfortable position for the drive is when you have your feet kicked up on the dashboard, with the seat laid back.
  • It sort of annoyed him when you had your shoes up on the nice interior but he got over it.
  • Both of you bonded over late-night drive-thru run’s in nice cars.
    • A bright white Lamborghini Aventador pulling up to In-N-Out definitely turned heads.
    • “Can I get two animal style burgers?”
    • “Make sure the bread isn’t soggy.”
    • “It won’t be soggy sweetheart.”
    • “And I want fries.”
    • “Add fries to both of those burgers.”
    • “And a chocolate shake.”
    • “One strawberry shake, one chocolate shake.”
    • “Okay, that’s all.”
  • Cleaning the cars was always eventful.
    • Half the time you went to get it washed by somebody but whenever Tom was home he liked doing it by hand because he could do it better than whoever you could hire.
    • You weren’t really fond of getting your hands dirty.
      • I mean you get a new manicure every week and those nails are not meant for any sort of labor. Well, maybe one thing but that’s reserved for the bedroom.
    • One Saturday morning he woke you up and told you to throw some clothes on and get ready to help him.
      • You pretended like you didn’t hear him until the blanket was rudely ripped off of you.
        • “Get up princess.”
        • “I don’t want to.”
        • “C’mon angel, even you have to lift a finger sometimes.”
        • “Tommy, just get the maid to help you.”
        • “It’ll be fun, get up.”
      • He stares you down for a little while before you finally get up and grumble under your breath about how “this should be a crime” before he playfully smacks your ass making you squeal.
    • While getting ready you look out the window and see Tom in the driveway deciding to go shirtless and wear some loose fitting shorts as well as some sneakers.
      • Two could play the teasing game so you decided to wear a thin little Juicy Couture Rib tank top in white with the sparkly juicy across the chest. You paired it with a pair of spandex shorts which hugged your lower half. Your ponytail was pulled through a cap that proudly proclaimed “Babygirl”. Finally, you finished with some adorable black Givenchy slides and a pair of large silver hoops to finish the look.
    • His jaw would drop to the floor once he saw you and pull his muscular arm around your waist.
      • “Not exactly car washing attire.”
      • “Paparazzi always manage to follow you darling and I’m not going to let them catch me slipping.”
      • “Mmm whatever you say princess but don’t complain if your outfit gets dirty.”
      • “I don’t need to complain because I know daddy will buy me another one.”
      • “Is that so?”
      • “Mmhmm, because you love me.”
      • “Unfortunately I do.”
      • “UNFORTUNATELY?”
      • “It’s a joke princess, jeez.”
    • Tom could have always washed the cars himself but he enjoyed your company.
    • The sexual tension would be off the charts.
    • You can’t help but stare at his biceps flex while he’s washing off the car and the way the water travels down his body.
    • He loves watching you jump on top of you g-wagon and bend over to clean the windshield.
    • That little tank top you were wearing definitely served the purpose you wanted as it quickly became see through.
      • “No bra?”
      • “I’m sorry?”
      • “You have on no bra.”
      • “Oh, it appears I don’t. Silly me.”
    • Maybe your plan was to get him distracted enough that he’d give up on this cleaning nonsense and have the sort of fun you wanted.
      • He knew your games, even though sometimes he played dumb, so he didn’t give in.
    • At one point, you “accidentally” spill a bucket soaking yourself.
      • Before you can come up with an excuse he tosses a towel at you and gestures to get back to work.
      • With a huff, you go back to washing down his Audi 
    • After a couple of hours, you would finally finish cleaning and go inside for lunch.
      • “See putting in a little elbow grease didn’t ruin you.”
      • “I’m so tired, it’s hot outside.”
      • “I guess I can help you with that. How about a bath for two?”
      • “Sounds perfect my love.”
  • While cars were great, even better was your boyfriends’ obsession with Motorcycles but that’s a story for another day.

20 Years at Sea: Day 9 - Favorite Opening: [Opening 14 Fight Together]

I spent wayy too much time on this fanart, it’s a bit late but here we go!

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Vocaloid Song Master List

EDIT: This has been updated! …Again! As per the usual I’ve gone through and added all the new songs I’ve happened to stumble across and ended up liking. I’ve put stars next to the new songs in case you wanted to look at only the added ones! I hope you enjoy!

Seeing as this is only months after the last time I updated, there aren’t as many new songs as last time. The last time I updated it had probably been around a year since I last touched the list, so…yeah. Not as much new content this time, but I figured it would be good to update this before it became to tedious to do so ^^’

I actually made this for my good friend Blacklands, but I figured, hey, if you guys want some good Vocaloid tunes to listen to and don’t know where to start, here you go! Now you know all the stuff I jam to on a daily basis.

Inspiration for everything I do usually comes from listening to Vocaloid music. Hollah.

IMPORTANT: Sooo tumblr is being stubborn and refusing to show all of the links I spent hours putting together, so I decided to put this whole word document in my stash on DeviantART. If you’re lazy and don’t want to go through the effort of looking up these songs, my stash has all of the links attached. This time I didn’t go through and check all of the links to see if they’re broken or not, seeing as that’s like 200-300 songs I have to go through…a very, very long process. So! If you click on a link and it no longer works, please let me know and I will fix it ASAP.
Here’s the link: http://sta.sh/079mmjr50yr

Well…here we go, then!

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The Best (Worst) Trimberly Fic Everyone Needs to Read

You don’t have to read another word of this page so long as you click on the link and read the fic. You’ll thank me. If you need more convincing please proceed.

It would appear we have a hidden treasure in our midst and it’s being completely passed by. I stumbled upon this fic one night and thought to myself, “Eh, I’ll get to it eventually.” Last night, eventually came, and… dear lord…

The story: “night and day”

The author: @haughts-bulletproofvest / “thegirlwiththeottertattoo”

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11683566?view_full_work=true

Fic summary: They fall in love and are then cursed. Literally. Will they be able to find a way to break the curse before it’s too late?

In all honesty this is the most unassuming story summary I have ever read. It’s got the basics but at first glance one might pass it by without much afterthought. I did. And I regret it forcefully.

This fic. My god, this fic! It is sooo unbelievably wonderful I just had to make this post about it. I had to signal boost this because this story has not gotten the love and devotion it so rightfully deserves! Every Trimberly shipper, or supernatural-au lover, or angst enthusiast needs to read this fic!

It’s got everything! Medieval times, were-creatures, a forbidden affair, unwavering love, magic, hope and heartache, pain and violence, suffering and sorrow (so much AAAANGGST!!! I cried for nearly half the time I spent reading this damn thing).

It is so beautifully written, every paragraph as captivating as the last. You will literally feel as though you’re right there alongside our heroes. You feel their longing and their love and their pain. I warn you now, once you start you won’t be able to stop (so don’t start reading it at 10 pm like I did. Sleep is for the weak). It’s also complete (although the author said they will be adding an epilogue so there is even more to look forward to)!

I can’t put into words the intensity of my emotions I endured while reading this story. All I can say is that people need to read this and bask in its wonderousness first hand like I did and a handful of others have. 

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Alone Together - Chapter 1 - yesiunderstoodthatrefrence - Hunter X Hunter [Archive of Our Own]
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Hey guys! I just posted the first chapter of a fic for the Illumi Ruins Everything AU for HxH!

Based on art by @meganebi

anonymous asked:

What's your opinion on Valerie Gray/The Red Huntress?

“She’s trying to capture/kill my father on a weekly basis sooo… I do not appreciate her very much. From what I know, they were associated before but had a slight disagreement.

First week I was born she attacked us like three times. I litteraly spent my first week ready to fight. Hello world ! I suppose she has her reasons, but you know… her guns hurt a lot.

This represent very well my face at our first encounter ! … Yeah, I wasn’t really experimented in fighting yet…”