sorry i am 12


this is my take on grown up terumob.

they have never been in the same school, not even once. they just magically bump into each other at random days in the week and just hangout. this happens until their freshmen year in college and then they become a thing. no one knows that they’re dating (only ritsu and reigen). they are currently juniors so they’ve been dating for about two years???

shigeo was the first to realize his feelings for teru after teru got his hair cut. (their’s a story behind this but i’ll tell it another time maybe)   

Episode 12x01 spoilers, watch out for unoriginality since people have probably already done this

@destieldrabblesdaily Shirley this is all your fault (I guess you could say happy really late birthday I don’t know)

after missing out on three consecutive HP-related days of celebration (20th anniversary, Harry’s birthday, and 19 years later) due to long work hours and poor health, i must admit I feel like a sort of failure as a fan artist. let me seeth in my self pity and sense of isolation from the rest of you partying folks with a doodle of Albus doing the same thing

Look at them…truly Edgy™

I got too lazy to line/color this so just have the sketch I’m sorry

A kiss

The first time they kiss James feels like a toddler discovering a new world, eyes wide with the astonishment of what it has to offer. He hopes that what he is doing is right - he has been kissed many a times before, true, but never quite like this. It is as if he has forgotten everything he knew before.

Thomas is all softness, but demanding at the same time, guiding where James is unsure and yet molding himself around him, instinctively adapting to James’ insecurity. James can feel him smiling into the kiss when his arms come up to pull Thomas closer. It’s as much daring as he can procure at the moment but it seems more than enough for now.

When they separate again Thomas doesn’t step away, his hands staying on James’ shoulders. He says nothing, simply smiles, and James feels something inside him give way as it never has before.


“I never thought you’d be such a chaste kisser,” Thomas laughs as James keeps planting kisses between his shoulder blades. They are in bed, limbs entangled in their sheets but leaving enough bare skin for James to spoil Thomas a little. “Miranda didn’t teach you much, did she?”

James only snorts and kisses Thomas’ back again, this time pulling a little with his teeth. Thomas’ skin tastes faintly of the previous night still, sweat and saltiness and that soft taste that is Thomas’ own. Thomas grins but he wriggles a little close to James, humming under his breath when the kisses grow longer and more forceful, travelling down the entire length of his back.

“She certainly tried to,” Flint finally murmurs and the deep laugh that it draws from Thomas makes his chest vibrate. It always feels like a wave that’s enveloping him, that sound of richness and warmth and he wants to feel himself surrounded by it forever.


There is a beard on Thomas’ lips now and for a moment James asks himself once more if he isn’t dreaming all this. But no - the rest of him feels still the same, as incredible as it seems. It is still Thomas, beneath the grime and sweat and the scars, visible as well as invisible, that have accumulated over the years apart. The familiarity makes James’ heart ache, but it is a good ache, like that of a seed pushing its way through what used to be a surface made of nothing but hard rock.

They are both more hesitant and more forceful now, filled with incredulity that this is truly happening. The first kiss is hesitant but grows more desperate and longing soon - neither of them can quite believe that this will last yet, so used are they to fate ripping their happiness out of their hands.

It takes years for them to realise that this time, it truly won’t, that each kiss is a gift that can be given over and over again. As many times as they want.


I guess the hardest thing is having so much love for you and it somehow not being returned. I develop crushes all the time, but that is just misdirected need for you. You are a hole in my life, a black hole. Anything I place there cannot be returned. I miss you terribly. Ci vedremo lassu, angelo

anonymous asked:

If Cas is going to remember everything up to the moment he died does that mean the last thing he remembers is looking at Dean...?!

I would imagine so, yeah. But was his last sight of Dean the relieved and happy face when he came through the portal, or the shocked and devastated face when he saw the blade come through Cas’s chest… great it was a happy thought until I made it awful! I AM SO SORRY.

now I have Cas’s lines from 12.12 stuck in my head, including the “please, don’t make my last moments be spent watching you die.“

send help








We all know Crowley loves the Winchesters (and Castiel, but I believe Cassy is a Winchester this is just a clarification blah blah blah) and I think this is them slowly finding out.

He saved Castiel, something no one but the audience expected.

Cas has the guts (haha sorry) to tell everyone he loves them, when the others don’t. They are the reason he is him, and his dying wish is to tell them. That they are his family. That he is nothing without them. They are his everything.

This episode is showing us that everyone here is a family. Either by blood or not, they love each other in their own freaky ways. Demon, Angels, and the resurrected Winchesters. It shows that how different they may be, all of their flaws, that the love they share between each other makes up the family bond.

It doesn’t matter what Lucifer says to Crowley, the Winchesters do (kinda) love Crowley back. The King of Hell loves them with all his heart.

And the “lets go home” line is also comparing them as a family, especially how Dean says it. It is their home, where they live. Because they are a family.

Family doesn’t end in blood

But it doesn’t have to start there either.

And that’s not just for our show, it’s our family too. We are all bound together, we share pain and happiness. We are the SPN Family. We may fight like Crowley and Cas, but we love each other like siblings, like Sam and Dean. That we may annoy one another, we may say things we don’t mean, but we are Family.

No body can change that.


i cannot fucking believe

Santino Fontana and Jonathan Groff (aka Hans and Kristoff) sing “Do You Want To Build A Snowman?”

(stick around for the surprise ending)

Quote Writing Prompts
  • 1: "Yeah uh - Yeah no, that sounds awful."
  • 2: "Please... Don't leave me here. Don't leave me alone, without you."
  • 3: "So, that went well."
  • 4: "You're awful. I love it."
  • 5: "What the hell do you think you're doing, exactly?"
  • 6: "Is that... lipstick, on your collar?"
  • 7: "Did you do this?"
  • 8: "You know what? This place feels like home."
  • 9: "Oh shit. Am I - Am I in love? That's not supposed to be happening. That's not right."
  • 10: "Who are you? Where am I? What is this? WHAT IS GOING ON?!"
  • 11: "Dear (name), First of all, I'm so sorry. I really am."
  • 12: "I can't do this anymore."
  • 13: "So what, you're just gonna leave?"
  • 14: "Did you honestly think I wouldn't figure it out?"
  • 15: "You really think you can beat me? That's cute."
  • 16: "I'm tired of you. I really am, at this point."
  • 17: "Oh, just digging myself a nice grave, you?"
  • 18: "Shhhh. This is my favorite part."
  • 19: "Hey, can I hold your boobs for a sec?"
  • 20: "I think I may have found a song that accurately describes how I feel toward you."
  • 21: "Is that necessary?"
  • 22: "I don't like it."
  • 23: "I'm getting bad vibes... We should go."
  • 24: "HA! Loser!"
  • 25: "You wear me out, kid."
  • 26: "Is this a joke? This is a joke, right? You're joking."
  • 27: "The washing machine broke, I almost lost my keys, the car got dented, and a wasp got into the house and hijacked the bedroom for four days! Four. Days."
  • 28: "You're the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."
  • 29: "You kiddin'? That's brilliant, c'mon!"
  • 30: "So what do you say to this: you, me, a nice big glass of milk, a thing of cookies?"
  • 31: "My hero."
  • 32: "That was harsh."
  • 33: "You better pipe down. I'm not laughing."
  • 34: "So you're really gonna do this, huh? And nothing I say can change your mind?"
  • 35: "So uh. I noticed you're kinda naked. Is that intentional, or... ?"
  • 36: "Why is there a dog in the living room?"
  • 37: "They mixed up our reservations. One room. One bed."
  • 38: "Oh boy. I'm on the weird side of YouTube again."
  • 39: "You, my friend, are a filthy sinner, and I approve wholeheartedly."
  • 40: "Did you mean like... this?"

Figaro, 12 angels, Max, friends >=‘V  We need them

and iufff the fighting of Bonnie and bendy is >=C well, she need help too!
Where is the police when you need it??? orr right.. >=‘V They are in a false robbery.

español aqui——
Bonnie: no voy a permitirte que le pongas un dedo encima bruja. 
Alice: que bueno, por que, tu pelea no es con migo cariño.
bendy: me recuerdas querida ??? me debes una pelea.
Bendy: ya sabes lo que tienes que hacer… no lo arruines Alice..
Charley: su carruaje la espera madam.
Nage: por fin!! todo tendrá u nuevo orden!
Bendy: que patético.. una miserable camarera que cae ante el primer golpe… voy a disfrutar romperte el cuello.
Bonnie: ya veras de que estoy hecha  estúpido demonio.
presentadora: hace unos pocos minutos el clima de Toon town dio un giro inesperado. formándose un extraño remolino en el cielo, científicos del área afirman que se trata de corrientes que viene del…
fig: una tormenta en pleno otoño? no me lo creo…
tadeo: figaro……es Dylan.. algo malo esta pasando..pero no podemos alertar a los demás 
fig: estas seguro?
tadeo: el remolino lo causa la maquina… Bendy quiere activarla de nuevo…
Fig: no lo voy a permitir.. ya arruino la vida de Dylan antes, no se lo voy a permitir otra vez… sabes donde esta la maquina verdad?
tadeo: si, pero Dylan me impedía ir a verla, la maquina lo mantiene con vida.. no podemos destruirla solo ponerla en invernacion.
fig: espero que no sea tarde.
Sam: esta bien Clover…. ellos voveran es fig.. ya sobrevivió una vez a una peor…
Clover: pero Dylan no..
Clarence: esta vez sera distinto Clover… ya veras…
presnetadora: al parecer me dicen que la tormenta es causada por elementos externos, no sabemos de donde procede, pero pedimos a todo el publico que permanezca en su casa.
sorry for the  FUCKING doodles skjfhksjdhfkjsdf ;o; i really sorry, but is a fast history ;w;. ((but canon yep))
part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4  part5  part 6

8-word phrase || carl grimes

⇾ word count: 818 words total

⇾ concept: carl grimes confessing x reader

⇾ author’s note: SO SEASON 8 EPISODE 1 WAS SO COOL it inspired me to pull this together i apologize for its shitty-ness uwu

(this is short? forgive me?)

“Breathe in, breathe out. Count. Everything will be fine. You can do this, Carl.”

The stereotypical boy-falls-in-love-with-girl-during-the-apocalypse cliche. Carl Grimes was head over heels for this one girl he can’t seem to figure out. He has spent endless nights on his roof looking at the stars wishing he had the confidence to actually speak to the badass in the shiny pink hello kitty roller skates. Why did she wear them all the time? How was she so good at skating, who taught her? Who taught her how to throw a blade from twenty yards away, right on target? What was the scar on her face from? 

There were a million things this boy wanted to ask her. Most importantly, all he knew about her was that something drew him in from the start. Now, everyone expected Enid and Carl to begin their unrequited love story, when it took a turn that Enid really wasn’t interested, and seemingly nor was Carl. What they didn’t expect was to have Carl sit by his bedroom window watching (Y/N) skate by (on those “death contraptions” as Daryl calls them).

Carl is so unconditionally infatuated with this girl he’s never even spoken to. Everyone can tell just by the way he looks at her. Carl looks at her like she is the million dollar lottery. The most beautiful thing in the world. He doesn’t even notice he’s staring until Michonne comes up to the boy and gives him a good pat on the shoulder, looks him dead in the eye and says “You are in love, my little cowboy.”.

Today, that was all going to change. Here Carl Grimes stands, with his two feet planted in front of (Y/N)’s house. All he needs to do is say a simple, 8-word phrase. He stands slightly intoxicated, with a bouquet of flowers he stole from the backside of Alexandria, where no one would notice until at least morning. He wants to impress her with these wilting daises and an inspiring declaration of love. This is going to end badly.

He knocks once, as he taps his foot to the rhythm of the Pink Panther theme.

No answer.

So, Carl knocks again. He hears footsteps coming. Faintly, but he still hears them. His heart drop as he actually realizes what he is doing, and everything is put into perspective. Quickly, he turns around to run walk back home and forget that this never happened. Not that anything did happen, anyway.

Wait- Carl! What’s up?”

He turns. She’s standing on the porch, with her eyes wide with curiosity. The moon is reflecting off her eyes and Carl has never wanted to stare at them as much before as he does right now. He wishes he could just stare at her beautiful face for hours and hear her contagious laugh. Everything about her is so radiant and glowing. 

“Uh, Carl? Earth to Carl?” (Y/N) says, approaching and tapping the boy’s shoulder. 

Carl turns to face (Y/N) and has a full moonlight view of her face. He wants to speak, but every atom in his body is fighting against him, turning him into a lovestruck, stuttery mess.

“U-Uhm. H-H-Hello (Y-Y/N).” Carl manages to blurt out.

She smiles at him, showing all her teeth. Most of her teeth have a yellow tint due to lack of dental care but aren’t everyone’s teeth gross at this point?

“I-I was wondering…” Carl trails off, looking down and playing with his thumbs.

“…Yes? C’mon, you can tell me anything.” She says, hoping to get something out of this stuttering mess.

“Would you, uh, like to go out? With m-me?” Carl finally manages to say. His heart is beating at the speed of light and he feels up in the cloud when she smiles once again.

“I never thought you were going to ask. I would have figured you were going to stand by and have us only speak with our eyes for the rest of our days.” (Y/N) says, matter-of-factly.

Carl is stunned. She knows I’ve been watching her? He thinks. 

“I may be dumb, but I can still tell when someone is looking at me, and pal, you look at me a lot. I can’t say that I don’t ever look at you because, I do, but why did it take you this long to ask me a simple 8-word question?” She asks, staring at the shining moon, and then back at the taller boy.

“I thought you didn’t even notice me, I uh-”

As cliche as it sounds, she grabbed his collar and pulled his lips down to meet hers. There is an uncertain amount of time left in this dead-filled world, so make the best out of it.

Their lips melt, and sparks flew. They fit together like puzzle pieces and this is really all they’ve ever wanted. It was a simple, 8-word phrase that Carl managed to stutter out.

yeah, its 12 am I’m sorry this ended so badly and cheesy? uh oh

but hey! pop me some requests or prompts please I’m desperate