sorry i just think im funny

anonymous asked:

hey i was wondering if the "reject cool" part in your bio comes from anywhere? it resonates with me a lot and im thinking about getting it tattooed

just the “get sad stay rad reject cool be nice” ethos, although sometimes i say resist. it’s just some phrase i started putting out with crywank when i first started. Its funny now i see loads of it on like screenprints and totes and stuff. Maybe it’s people who have had the same thought process, maybe it’s just people ripping me off. i don’t mind too much either way. Sometimes I say resist cool instead of reject. I fluctuate. rambling, high, sorry.

anonymous asked:

idk if u remember me but,,, i message u on twitter sometimes (basically when i find one of those emoji memes going around) and I'm too scared to ask there so um,,, i really hope you don't mind me doing that !!! i just think they're really funny and they make me happy so i kinda hoped that they would do the same for you ,,,, (ruh roh raggy im sorry for this im just a bit anxious about everything lmao @ me)

aH IT’S FINE LMAO i don’t mind i’m just kinda like

idk how to reply lmao

Fem!Mint Yoongi feat. Unnecessary Space Background

Tag yourself… I’m glory af

Langst i thought about late at night im sorry

ok so i don’t have a lot of evidence on this considering i don’t have screenshots and i really need to binge voltron again but im making this off of pure memory so hear me out ok? im porbably looking way too deep into this lmao

I think Lance feeling like he’s a seventh wheel is completely justified. 

Alright so everyone has had that moment where you make a joke and everybody just stay silent like it isnt funny, right? Well if you think about it, Lance has those moments every time he makes a joke or tries to lighten the mood, all of the time. Nobody really laughs at his comments or even pays much attention to them in the first place, only gets glares in return.

Now clearly, Lance usually cracks a joke for comic relief, but apparently no one else finds it funny. For example, he comes out of the pod after healing and everyone is happy to see him.  But as soon as he starts talking, people just groan and act like, “Oh, it’s that Lance, he hasn’t changed one bit,” and act clearly annoyed. Even his idol, Shiro, acts fed up with his shit- which in some cases is justified, but most times, it shouldnt matter, he’s just trying to be funny lmao.  Lance probably feels, unwanted, out of place, like he is the fifth wheel because no one really accepts him, and everyone finds him annoying.

Its not even just with Lance’s sense of humor, too.

People always think his ideas are stupid.

For example, the iconic scene where he keeps Keith from running straight into the danger that could get both of them killed, he suggests his alternate idea. Keith- who usually thinks Lance’s ideas are dumb, automatically jumps to the conclusion that his idea is going to be. Before he can argue, though, he works it out and sees that maybe Lance’s alternate route is a good idea. 

People disagree with the way he wants to complete something, in season 2, Lance comes up with the idea to form Voltron in a situation and everyone vouches against it, however 30 seconds later, they end up forming Voltron, like he said, anyway. 

Another reason, people also think little of him, they underestimate him, and that all starts with the Garisson. He was told that the only reason he ever got at his fighter pilot class was because his rival was kicked out of school, and without that he shouldnt have even been there. Again, he feels out of place, and like he doesnt belong. Then, his idol, his hero, Shiro, shows up, and when he finally feels like he has a purpose, like he could accomplish something amazing, but then Keith shows up. Even then, he doesnt give up, he is like “um excUSE ME BITCH I CALLED SAVING SHIRO FIRST” And once again, he doesnt want his rival that always beat him to do that once again. 

And again in season two, there’s clearly favoritism happening between Keith and Shiro, and Lance is jealous of course. Like, he finally gets to meet and work with his idol, and when he wants to go with Shiro on a mission, SHiro chooses Keith over him. Man, I wonder why he’s so overdramatic about it. Its not like he was treated the same damn way at the gaRISSON OR ANYTHING NAHH

No, but clearly, he has an inferiority complex, especially when it comes to keith, because he knows hes better than him in every way.

People in the show also deny that he has any good skills, and even he himself starts to believe it, when sorta venting to the yupper. (i die a little inside whenever i see it)

I loved it when shiro gave him praise for once because it was specifically for him and not directed at the whole time. It was good job LANCE

And honestly the pride on his face was so heartwarming like omg thank you shiro for ackowledging him

im probably going way off track but anyway 

daily dose of what its like in my mind 24/7 lmao

I hope in season 3 they kinda bring his insecurities up again as a sort of conflict i mean- with Keith possibly becoming Black Paladin, Lance is probably gonna be hella jealous and im sure thats gonna instigate a fight between them, and now theres not really a mediator. So. Fantastic…..

Guys i feel like a lot fo stuff goes right back to shiro, how lance probably aspires to be like him, or be good in his eyes and therefore be good for the rest of the team but hes having this inferiority complex because he feels unappreciated. Like hes just that annoying guy they dont really need and they could replace him if they wanted to, and keeping all of those thoughts hidden or masked by this confident facade is like

lance youre gonna break at some point 

I hope lance gets the recognition and the acknowledgement he deserves in season 3 i swear he better not be tossed under the rug.

su critics need to chill tf out. its a kids show. it was made for the kids. filler episode packed with moral lesson stuff? kids arent usually obsessed with the plot like you all are and the lessons are good lessons most kids shows dont even hit on. height difference issues? kids dont notice that shit and god forbid a creator have a touch of individual creativity. bright colors? yep thats for kids too. kids. like. bright. colors. yeah the majority of the people who watch su are older teens and above but kids are the target audience. this show was created for children. now can we all respect that please.

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…I can not believe that with my own two eyes I’m actually seeing Kai stopping Suho from touching Sehun while posing for a damn chicken ad.

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I’m not sorry for this. 

@geek-fashionista for this really funny text post idea (sorry i really wanted to draw this!!!). 

@soulffles Oh, Im glad to answer it! (Just needed some time to prepare, hah). Part 1 just in case 

Time for dumb headcanons:

Firstly, I think he would be pure-blood, but, of course, its not a strong reason. Agreste family surely wasnt the Death Eaters, hah, but also wasnt supporters of their ideas, even being the most of them in the Slytherin House (maybe his mom would be in the Ravenclaw, for example).

Secondly, yeah, I guess, the most of us think than Adrien is more perfect for Hufflepuff house because of being the biggest cutie pie. But, whats funny, maybe because of this he also could be in Slytherin. How?

Too simple, huh? Well, Im not a big psychologist.
Actually, some mages and witches were strangely chosen in the Houses in canon (the best example is Peter Pettigrew)

That was the most normal reasons

Thirdly…. Well, green color suits him, lmao. (not sorry)
Fourthly, for me, it just makes interesting plot and also interactions with other characters

With Nino, for example

((Sometimes they make stupid jokes about it))

Okay, i can talk about Hogwarts AU really long time, so i need to stop. I hope, theres enough for explaining about Adrien being in the Slytherin (i know, theres not enought and my explanation is stupid) OKAY HE IS JUST LIKE SCORPIUS AND THATS ALL

  • Yugeom: Bambam, you never listen to me
  • Bambam: *Whips*
  • Yugeom: I'm breaking up with you
  • Bambam: Nae nae's
  • Yugeomm: *leaves*
  • *Later*
  • Jackson: Bro why are you dabbing like that?
  • Bambam: *dabs 17 times in 2 seconds*
  • Bambam: Maybe if I do it enough times it'll make it hurt less
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some people are confused about what happened in One Shot, so i made this to clarify ur welcome 

(…imsorry)

all I can think of atm is post reveal aged up adrinette attending an event & Adrien giving Mari all of the things he needs her to put in her purse
“ok, here’s my keys, my wallet, & plagg”


alternatively,

Adrien: hey babe take my kwami, my pockets aren’t big enough
marinette slightly bitter: at least you HAVE pockets

With These Truths

Erik Lehnsherr x Reader

Warnings: Smut (That is all this story is.)

Words: 1298

Request: Could you possibly do young Erik Lehnsherr smut?(;

A/N: So sorry to the anon who requested this. It took a long time and I’m sorry for that. But in other news, this thing practically wrote itself. That just goes to show you what I think about when Erik Lehnsherr appears on screen.


The scowl on your face was purposeful, the man in front of you raising a brow in challenge. The soft breeze was the only thing interrupting your stare, stray strands of your hair covering parts of your face. You could feel the scowl fading, your whole body attempting to go against your will. And it was working. The smallest of smiles began to bloom, growing until you were full on laughing. Erik’s beautiful laughter followed, a warm hand resting on your shoulder.

“How the hell did you get so good at staring contests?” You gasped in between laughs.

“One of my many talents,” he smirked, blue eyes shining with mirth.

“And I suppose you’re also a good thumb wrestler,” you replied, rolling your eyes at him as you picked up a cloth, wiping the sweat from your face.

“Not particularly, no.” You shook your head, throwing the dirtied rag at him.

“Oh shut it.” His chuckle was like a blanket, warming you in the cold of the night. And his eyes, you had to hold back a groan as you looked at the orbs that plagued you in one too many pleasurable dreams. And that hair. Your tongue unconsciously darted out to wet your lips, your mind too busy thinking of how badly you wanted to tug at the soft locks, to have the tips tickle your palms as your lips were locked to his utterly delicious lips. 

Unfortunately for you, you’d been staring for too long. He finally caught on, a mischievous smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, only widening as your face heated. “Erik,” you warned, taking a step back at the absolute sinful look marring his features.

“(Y/N),” he growled, teeth shining in the light. You really, really didn’t want to back away from him but he looked so dangerous, so… sexy? This time you didn’t hold back your groan, your thoughts frustrating you more than the downright suggestive look in Erik’s eyes. Or maybe it was his hand rubbing circles over the bare flesh of your arm. 

Wait, when had he gotten that close? You met his gaze tentatively, falling into a dark pit the moment your (Y/E/C) clashed with his blue eyes. Oh, you were lost, so lost; yet you never wanted to come back if it meant he had to take his hands off you. With careful, calculated movements he dropped his full lips to your own, stealing your breath with it. Your mouth moved on its own accord, your mind too busy trying to grasp everything that was happening. 

Eventually you thought “fuck it” choosing to further the kiss with your tongue. It was ice, so very cold, yet still fire, burning your body with the heat of desire. All too soon he pulled away, your skin screaming for contact as he pulled away. However, he didn’t leave you wanting for long, his lips hot against your searing skin, hands tugging roughly at your shirt to work the garment over your head.

“Erik,” you breathed, his teeth grazing over your pulse point, the cool air hitting your skin like a bullet as he threw your shirt to the side.

“(Y/N),” he smirked, tugging your hips closer to his so you could feel his growing desire against your body.

“Fuck,” you muttered lowly, both hand all but ripping his shirt off, your mouth dropping open at the toned expanse of his chest. He took your distraction as an opportunity, pinning you to the wall behind so he could snap open your bra, baring your breasts to him. He gazed hungrily at every bit of naked skin, a finger ghosting over the pert buds. 

You cried out at his soft touch, the need for friction growing with each second. You needed him, dear lord you needed him. Both hands reached out for his belt, whipping it off as fast as they could. Growing impatient with your own ministrations, you cupped him through his trousers, pulling him into a bruising kiss. He returned it with just as much heat, your back scraping painfully against the wall. You couldn’t find it in yourself to care, your mind too addled with lust, your heart too far gone in the feel of him. Only it still wasn’t enough. 

The wetness between your legs only further proved your need for him, a strange growl leaving your throat as you unzipped his pants, reaching in to grab his bare length. His calm demeanor fell apart at the feel of your hot hand wrapped around his aching length, his head falling back in pleasure. And didn’t that just strengthen your lust. Your hand moved effortlessly along his length, slicked with his own pre-cum. 

He was keening into each of your touches, his husky voice like a candle in the darkness, powering the light of desire. You couldn’t wait to hear him yell your name at the height of pleasure, hear him repeat it like a prayer as he came down from the high. But your dreams were crushed as he pulled out of your grasp, holding your wrists above your head with one hand. He made easy work of your jeans, throwing it into the scattered pile of clothes lying around. Without warning he plunged a finger into your wet heat, your labored breaths becoming whispers of “Erik” and “more” as he pumped his fingers into you, his thumb pressing ever so softly at your clit. 

You could feel the pleasure build, slowly becoming more and more as his fingers moved faster, your body responding to each touch. You were so close, just a little… you whimpered, his hands pulling out of you before you could hit your high, your body aching painfully for release.

“Erik,” you whined, not caring about the fact that you were begging. You just needed more, needed him. A cheshire smile graced his face, his eyes shining with dark intent. Almost as if he could read your thoughts he slammed into you, his length filling you so painfully yet so pleasurably. He hurt so good as he thrusted into you roughly, giving you no time to adjust to his size. 

He set a ruthless pace, your body straining to keep up with each hard thrust of his hips. You were drowning, Erik your only savior from the dark abyss. And save you he did, his fingers circling your clit roughly, his lips and teeth all over your collarbone as he pushed into you with ruthless abandon. He didn’t seem to mind as your nails dug painfully into his back, your head thrown back and your breathing heavy. His eyes were sin, his body hell, and yet, you found you didn’t ever want to leave. 

Each thrust, each moan, each kiss, was all that was keeping you alive in the world, pushing you towards the edge of pleasure. You screamed his name, your nails drawing blood as you felt the only taste of heaven you’d ever get, your body burning in the heat of hell as he spilled his own release into you. You were on fire, the final thrusts of Erik the only thing keeping you from burning entirely. Each heavy breath brought you back to reality, your heated skin sliding against his own sweaty skin. 

It was glorious and primal and you never wanted anything less, you never expected anything less. And one look into his eyes as he pulled out of your now-soaking heat, his heavy breath intermingling with your own told you that he never did either. With these truths, the two of you would be together. With these truths, the two of you would burn in the fires of pleasure. And finally, with these truths, the two of you would rule your own world; together.

anonymous asked:

What do you think are ichiruki's most iconic scenes

there’s too many…

jk i was gonna attempt to be funny and just upload all the volume covers for bleach but you know what? not today. this post will probably be very image heavy, sorry in advance. my favorite moments are the following.

what started it all. thanks to these two the bleach manga became as successful as it once was. i don’t think there is a more iconic introduction.

they understand each other even without needing words :’)

…do i need to explain this one… 

AN ICONIC END TO AN ICONIC ARC

*o*

stopped crying immediately after he saw her and the rain was stopped once again #herimpact. aaaand the MOST iconic moment imo is

i know it’s a pretty generic answer BUT even though i was a shipper before this moment happened i still think it’s what sealed the deal w ichiruki for many. this scene alone can destroy any argument antis try to use. an absolutely beautiful chapter. kubo did a great job for once expressing emotions through eyes on this one!