sorry man i'm just bored :~(

  • Draco: *walks up with confidence*
  • Draco: Potter!
  • Harry: what now, Malfoy?
  • Draco: i have come up with yet another challenge to completely humiliate you in front of your stupid friends!
  • Harry: *sighs*
  • Draco: *snaps and holds out his hand to Blaise without breaking eye contact with Harry*
  • Blaise: *rolls his eyes and hands Draco a galleon*
  • Draco: heads, i win. tails, you lose.
  • Harry: wait, wha-
  • Draco: *elbows Blaise*
  • Blaise: *looks at his palm* winner gets bragging rights. loser has to kiss the winner.
  • Draco: ooooooooohhhh man, Blaise! that's harsh! how'd you come up with that?! hahahaha! ok i'm in.
  • Blaise:
  • Harry:
  • Draco:
  • everyone else:
  • Harry: but-
  • Draco: sCARED POTTER?!?!????
This Probably Won't Cheer You Up at All
  • <p> <b></b> • Back in MyStreet Where We See Travis, Dante, Katelyn, Kawaii~Chan, and Laurance Playing Cards Together •<p/><b>Travis:</b> Man, it's suddenly got boring without the others here.<p/><b>Katelyn:</b> Yeah, you're right.<p/><b>Dante:</b> They're so lucky though! They don't have to deal with anything!<p/><b>Kawaii~Chan:</b> Kawaii~Chan suggests that we should go visit them soon.<p/><b>Laurance:</b> Yeah, it'd be nice to see them again.<p/><b>Travis:</b> Now that I think about it, I wonder how they're doing?<p/><b></b> • Meanwhile •<p/><b>Aaron:</b> *falls off a fucking cliff*<p/><b></b> • Back at MyStreet •<p/><b>Dante:</b> They're probably having a great time together!<p/><b></b> ~~~~~<p/><b></b> I'm so sorry I just needed something to cheer me up, okay?!<p/><b></b> aaron why ;-;<p/></p>
Who else dad is weird like this 🙄
  • *in another world at another time*
  • Me: *gets text*
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Dad?
  • Dad: Hey there, dear. 😉
  • Dad: Last time I checked I was. 😂
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god!
  • Roommate: Please stop screaming, I'm in a very intense debate about the merits of socialism with an online friend, and I can't concentrate with you making such a racket.
  • Me: Socialism? Aren't you incredibly rich and vain?
  • Roommate: I'm a Trotskyist, you fool.
  • Me: Who cares! My dad's alive!
  • Roommate: I wasn't aware that your dad was dead?
  • Me: Neither was I. I thought he had just abandoned me and my mom all those years ago. I have quite a story about it. When I was about 14, my dad took me on a road trip to go to IHOP for a delicious breakfast. After we had finished, he got up to use the bathroom and never returned. He left me stranded in a strange IHOP two states over.
  • Roommate: You traveled two states away to go to an IHOP?
  • Me: I mean, it was a road trip.
  • Roommate: How do you know it's your dad?
  • Me: Check my phone, it says dad right there. Of course he's my dad.
  • Roommate: It could be anyone.
  • Me: There's no one else in my contacts with the name dad, other than my dad, ya goober. In fact, with every new phone I've gotten I always added his old phone number to the contacts in case of a moment just like this.
  • Roommate: Even still, don't you think it's suspicious that your father is contacting you via text nearly a decade after he abandoned you?
  • Me: No.
  • Roommate: Not even a bit?
  • Me: No. *buzz* Oh, he texted me again!
  • Dad: Hey, who's my favorite daughter?
  • Me: Me, of course! 😘
  • Dad: No.
  • Me: What?
  • Dad: You're my fifth favorite daughter.
  • Me: I don't understand.
  • Dad: I have six daughters and you're my fifth favorite one. The sixth one died in a scuba diving accident.
  • Me: So I'm your least favorite daughter?
  • Dad: No, don't think of it like that! You're not my least favorite daughter, you're just my least favorite LIVING daughter. 😉
  • Me: That doesn't make me feel better.
  • Dad: Ah, it doesn't matter. You remember me, your dad, the big wacky goofball! 😝
  • Me: I remember you trading my bicycle for coke.
  • Dad: It's a thing of the past, my daughter who I love the least. I don't want to worry about the past, let's meet up and discuss the future.
  • Me: OMG You want to meet up? Where?
  • Dad: IHOP, for old time's sake, but this time let's make it the one in town.
  • Me: *out loud* Oh my god, I'm meeting up with my dad!
  • Roommate: I'm right here, you don't have to yell.
  • Me: I'm so excited. I'm reconnecting with my father. Most girls can only dream of this moment.
  • Roommate: He honestly sounds like a terrible person.
  • Me: People change.
  • Roommate: Yeah, sometimes they become worse.
  • Me: You're just overly pessimistic because you're a goth and also a Trotskyist.
  • Roommate: Eh, I can't deny it.
  • *later at IHOP*
  • Me: *waiting at table* I can't wait to see my dad again. I wonder what he looks like. I bet he's a businessman now. Oh, or maybe he's a priest. *notices commotion at the front of the store* Hmm?
  • Waitress: Sir, please wait to be seated.
  • Disheveled Dude: I'm meeting up with someone, you flighty broad. There's not much time. Get out of my way.
  • Me: *internally* At least that guy isn't my dad.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, there she is. *runs and sits at my table* Oh my god, is that my little girl. You've grown up so much. You look way too much like your mom. It's bringing back some really bad memories. I'm sorta regretting. Just joking. Hahaha. WHERE THE FUCK IS OUR WAITRESS, I'M TRYING TO EAT HERE!?
  • Me: What a coincidence it is that the horrible man making a scene at the front of the restaurant is my dad...
  • Disheveled Dude: What's with the distant look on your face? You're acting like you saw a ghost. Haha, maybe you do think I'm a ghost. Hey, sorry about leaving you at the IHOP all those years ago. Kinda got bored of the whole dad thing. JESUS CHRIST, CAN YOU GUYS FUCKING HURRY UP AND GET US A WAITRESS. F-Fuck. *wipes sweat off forehead*
  • Me: Dad?
  • Disheveled Dude: WHAT!?
  • Me: *jumps in seat*
  • Disheveled Dude: Sorry, I've been really on edge recently. *nervously looks over shoulder* Where the fuck are these waitresses?
  • Me: Dad... *gets teary eyed*
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh god, are you gonna start crying on me.
  • Me: *sniffles* I'm sorry, I just missed you so much.
  • Disheveled Dude: Yeah, yeah, I missed you too. Time to move onto the next thing. Inheritance. Uh, I'm gonna die eventually, so you can have all of my money. *put suitcase stuffed with cash on the table and pushes it towards me* You can just have it now, for all I care. I mean, you never know when I'm gonna die.
  • Me: Dad, I don't want your money. I just want to spend time with you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Well, you can spend all the time in the world with me once you accept the fat wads of cash in this suitcase. I just need you to say verbally that you're accepting this money from me as a legitimate form of inheritance.
  • Me: Dad, please. I just want to talk to you.
  • Disheveled Dude: Come on and take the fucking cash, Elizabeth.
  • Me: My name's not Elizabeth.
  • Disheveled Dude: Okay, whatever. Take the money and clearly dictate that you are accepting the entirety of this money as a legitimate form of inheritance from your loving father. You can use it for college, you're college aged right. Or prenatal care. I don't fucking know. What shitty kid doesn't want FREE FUCKING MONEY!?
  • Me: *stands up from seat* Dad! You're the worst ever! I hate you! *runs out of IHOP sobbing*
  • Disheveled Dude: Fuck, I knew that wasn't going to work. *notices how dark it is outside* It's almost here. I wasted so much goddamn time. I'm never going to get rid of this thing. FUCK!
  • Waitress: *nervously* I can help you now, sir.
  • Disheveled Dude: Oh, so now you show up. I'm not so hungry now. In fact, I've lost my entire damn appetite.
  • Waitress: I'm sorry, sir. It's all my fault. I'm so sorry.
  • Disheveled Dude: Which one of those cars outside is yours?
  • Waitress: The red one.
  • Disheveled Dude: That broken down piece of shit?
  • Waitress: Yes.
  • Disheveled Dude: Guess, there's no other choice. It'll have to do. Give me your fucking keys.
  • Waitress: What?
  • Disheveled Dude: *points gun at waiter* GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING KEYS!
  • Waitress: *drops keys on the table*
  • Disheveled Dude: *tosses wads of cash at the waitress* That's easily $200,000. Go buy yourself a better car. You might want to make it quick. *runs out of IHOP*
  • Waitress: *watches disheveled dude speed off* Why is it so dark outside and where did everyone go? I guess it doesn't matter now, though. $200,000. That's a lot of money. I wonder what I'm gonna do with all this? I'm so excited that I'm lightheaded. The future is so bright now.
  • Wall of Darkness: *encroaches*
A New Chapter

So I saw that @bibilittlebutterfly was thirsty for some All Might x Inko fan fictions, so I figured - why not take a stab at writing a thing?!


I dedicate this to thee, @bibilittlebutterfly and hope that you enjoy the fic!! Sorry it’s not super fluffy but I actually really, really liked it, so thank you for expressing your thirst for this ship and giving me the opportunity to test some new waters! X'DDD

I wrote this on my phone so I apologize for any derps!!! ( ; u ; )/


A cough reverberated against his lungs, a gentle hand reaching up to catch the blood. His opposite hand wrapped tightly around the plastic grocery bag as blue eyes settled on the busy, city streets.

He watched the people walk by him, scurrying about their days and ducking into nearby buildings. They all hoped to escape the never ending rain and continue their days, but Toshinori Yagi was not so rushed. In fact, the blonde man stood just outside the grocery store, standing beneath the awning, reminding himself that today was just as normal as the last.

Despite all that had happened, time moved on. The world still progressed forward. People still went about their days and held onto their dreams. With or without the Symbol of Peace, these people were still as strong-willed as ever and they would conquer whatever new threats appeared; he had to believe that.

Still, there was a small portion of him that dearly missed One for All. There was a bottomless pit in his heart that devoured him from the inside out - often filling him with feelings of doubt and longing.
Toshinori Yagi, aka All Might, had retired. It was something he had to do, something he had always known he would have to do, but he always thought this day would come in the form of death. Pushing himself to live for the sake of his student; that was enough motivation for the man to keep pushing forward, despite all his self-doubts.

Even so, there were days when the blonde man would fall to his inner doubts. There were days where even he, the previous No. 1 hero, would cave to weakness.

Never in front of the public.
Never in front of his students.
Only when he was alone; where he could suffer quietly and get over it.

Today, was one of those days.

Wiping the blood on his pants, the older man sighed softly and looked up at the rain. Any other day, he would have stumbled home and brewed himself some tea; his eyes locked on the raindrops rolling down his window. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t thought to check the weather and left his umbrella at home. For now, he would just have to wait until the rain let up.

“Uhm…A-All Might?”

The voice was soft and gentle, but he still responded to the name.

“Hm?” The man turned and half-expected to see one his students or perhaps even a U.A. staff member. A citizen hadn’t called him by his hero name in a long time; not since taking this form.
Instead, he locked eyes with a chubby, green-haired woman. He recognized her instantly - Izuku’s mother.

“Oh, Mrs. Midoriya,” he breathed, his eyes drifting to her fumbling fingers. “It’s good to see you again.”

The woman smiled gently and stepped a bit closer to him; her right hand holding a bag of groceries at her side and her left clutching an umbrella close to her chest.
“Ah, yes. It’s good to see you again. How have you been?”

“Me?” The man smiled gently; grateful for some form of socialization. Blue eyes floated back toward the street and watched the rain fall. “I’ve been well. Being able to focus solely on teaching my students is a little more relaxing than trying to balance hero work.” He chuckled, but it was a hollow sound. As grateful as he was to dedicate more time to his students, he did miss the hero life. He missed risking life and limb for those in need. He missed being able to smile at someone and watch them relax.

He missed All Might.

“Well,” the woman breathed, resting her own eyes on the rain. “Children can be a handful too.” She lifts her green eyes back to the man and smiles warmly. “Were you heading home?”

“Mm? Oh, yes. I stopped by to grab some ramen, but forgot my umbrella.” The taller of the two flexed his hand gently, currently cradled within a black sling and wrapped snuggly in bandages, closing his hand a tad tighter over the plastic of the grocery bag. He quickly shifted the bag to his good arm and allowed it to rest at his side; giving his injured arm some relief.

“Oh…” Mrs. Midoriya looked down at her polka-dotted umbrella. She looked back up at the man, catching the brief sadness reflected in his eyes. She chuckled and snapped her umbrella open. Stepping out from beneath the awning, she looked back at the man and felt her smile grow at his sudden look of surprise.

“If you don’t mind walking me home, I don’t mind sharing the umbrella.”

The statement was enough to make Toshinori’s heart flutter for the briefest of moments. He clenched his bandaged hand into a nervous fist, his blue eyes flicking to the ground.
He took a minute to breathe, to remind himself that one way or another, he would have to answer her. Whether it was a rejection or not, he would definitely have to answer her.
The strange thing was, however, he didn’t want to reject. He wanted to walk with her and stay next to her warmth. He wanted to look at her smile some more.

More than anything, he wanted to feel the relief he felt from her words over and over again. With just a simple sentence, this young woman was able to set his raging mind at ease and clear the stress from his strained body. With nothing but her gentle voice alone, Inko Midoriya had lifted a small weight from his frail shoulders. It was a remarkably warm feeling. One he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

“I’d be honored,” he finally breathed, looking back up at the woman. She handed the umbrella over to him, making sure it didn’t stress his bad arm too much to hold, and the two stepped out into the rain together; beginning their journey - together. It was a good feeling, being beside someone and enjoying some small talk. It was a good feeling, to be respected and treated with kindness.

It was a good feeling to feel normal again.

With all that had happened, Toshinori often forget what it felt like to be Toshinori. The fight for All for One, the loss of One for All, his retirement; all of it had stretched him so far past the norm, that the man no longer felt like himself. He felt like a stranger in his own life and even despite having known that this day would always come, despite knowing that he would not always be All Might or the Symbol of Peace, thus why he passed his power along, the man still couldn’t find a new sense of normalcy in his life.

Who would have imagined that just some small talk alone could a man feel normal again.

“Do you shop here often?” She asked. She walked steadily beside him, both moving at a slow but comfortable pace.

“I do. My apartment building isn’t too far from here.” His replies were brief, but kind. Every word he spoke was laced in a heavy amount of kindness. That was just the kind of man he was.

“Oh, I see.” Her voice trails off and for a moment, Toshinori fears he’s done something wrong. His fears are quickly squashed as she adds, “How’s your arm?”

“Mm? Oh…it’s fine. A little scarring, I’m sure, but it’ll heal fine.” The man looked down at his arm and flexed the hand; his mind drifting to the fight. He recalled the new information about Shigaraki - his connection to his mentor, Nana.

Should he have reacted differently to the villain? Should he have treated him differently because he was Nana’s grandson? Or was he right in how he handled the situation? After all, it was as Gran Torino told him: Shigaraki was a criminal and would need to be treated as such. It was as simple as that…


“All Might?”

The soft, gentle voice entered his ears again. He looked to the woman beside him; grateful that she was here.
“Sorry,” he breathed. “I guess I got lost in thought.”

“I hear you’ve been doing that a lot lately.” The statement surprises him. Had he been doing that a lot? He hadn’t realized.
She laughs at his bewildered expression. Her hands clasps together as her own expression softens.

“Izuku talks about you a lot. He calls me from time to time after his classes and somehow, our conversations always circle back to you.”

“Oh?” He’s shocked, but also a little embarrassed. Midoriya really did admire him and it was embarrassing in more ways than one. He wasn’t used to being such a prominent figure in someone’s life. Admitted, he had been the Symbol of Peace and had likely been an important figure in several people’s lives, but Midoriya was his student. He was the next holder of One for All. His well-being and growth was Toshinori’s responsibility.
On the flip-side, however, Midoriya made it a point of making Toshinori’s health and growth an important topic in his own life. He watched over his teacher and tried to take care of him just as much as Toshinori did.

“Uhm, if I could ask,” the woman blushes gently and looks up at the man. “What’s your real name? I mean, your…‘not hero’ name.” She flusters about and the resemblance to Midoriya makes him laugh.

“Toshinori. Toshinori Yagi.”

“Thank you. I’m…er, you can call me Inko.”

“Inko? That’s a pretty name. It’s fitting.”

“Th-Thank you, but…Toshinori…are you okay?”

“Hm?” His eyes drop from the path in front of him and back to the woman beside him. He’s confused by her question and opens his mouth to answer, but she interjects quickly - bright, warm eyes locked on him.

“Is it…is it the retirement?”

'Ah,’ he muses. 'She’s just like young Midoriya…’ The man releases a soft sigh and clenches his jaw. He’s never been good at opening up to people. He’s never been good at expressing his emotions. For as long as he could remember, he had kept all of his thoughts and emotions to himself. He was a hero, a Symbol of Peace! The people couldn’t see such a man caving to emotions. They had to see the brave face he put on; always.

But something about Inko’s concerned expression, her gentle hands clutching the groceries tightly in her hand, and her green eyes radiating warmth made the older man break.

“It’s…difficult.” The blonde man finally says; his eyes moving away from the woman and down at the pavement beneath them. “I’ve been a hero for so long, that it’s strange just being an old retiree.”

“Oh, you’re not old!” She cries, but continues to listen.

“I guess I’m just having some trouble adjusting. I keep thinking I’m still All Might but really…I’m just Toshinori.” He smiles; a sad, soft smile. He’s grateful to be alive. He’s grateful to have Midoriya. He’s proud to have been a heroic figure for so long.

But now, now he’s lost.

“Well…what’s so wrong with being Toshinori?”

Toshinori blinks slowly, taking in the question. He looks over at the woman, stopping when she does, and runs the question through his head one more time.


“With or without your hero status, Toshinori,” a soft, gentle hand reaches out and rests on his injured arm. “You’re still All Might to many. You’re still a hero. I know Izuku certainly thinks so.” She chuckles and Toshinori can feel the warmth from her hand. “This is just a new chapter in your life. Now, rather than living a dangerously heroic life, you can live a steady heroic life; as a teacher. Those children need and deserve a hero like you. And I know they all think the same thing.” Her smile spreads across her face; her eyes crinkling a bit at the edges. “Retired or not, you’re still All Might because he is you, Toshinori. You are here…right?”

She blushes gently and it sends a rippling effect racing across his body. His heart thumps in his ears and his palms burn with sweat. His entire body has suddenly shot up several degrees and his blue eyes burn at the edges. For a brief moment, the man truly believes he’s going to cry. But he swallows down the growing lump in his throats and allows the knot in his stomach to untie himself. His shoulders sag with a newfound relaxation and his chest warms from the woman’s smile. It spreads across his body and fills him with ease.

Inko Midoriya, the young mother of his student, had successfully flustered this man and freed him from the confines of his own mind. In just a single few sentences, she’s eased him of the worries and doubts that ate at him for several days. Without even knowing it, this woman filled him with a newfound strength. It was enough to make even him smile; a bright and true smile.

“Thank you,” he said at last. “I think I needed to hear that.”

“Oh, you don’t have to thank me. I’m just glad to see you smiling.” She drops her hand away from him; the smile never leaving her face.

“Well, I suppose I should get you home.” But despite saying so, he doesn’t want her to leave. He wants to keep speaking with her and indulging in her company.

“Ah, but…” The woman looks around nervously before saying, “I’m uhm…I-I mean, we’re already here.” She looks back at the building behind her and then back at the man.

“I’m so sorry! I should have spoken up sooner.”

Toshinori follows her gaze and sighs in disbelief. An amused chuckle escapes him as he replies, “It’s fine. I’m just glad I was able to talk with you. Thank you for lending me the umbrella.” He shifts; ready to give her back the umbrella, but she’s quick to stop him - a single hand holding the umbrella in place.

“No, no! You hold onto that! You still have to get home yourself.” Inko sighs and lowers her hand. Resting it on her chest, she adds, “Maybe…you can return it to me next time.”

“N-Next time?” The question is barely a whisper; the disbelief in his voice evident.

“Well, with Izuku moved into the dorms and your retirement, I thought, maybe…we could walk home together more often. Maybe even go shopping together…” Her voice trails off as she blushes heavily, flailing frantically with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! Is that weird? Honestly, I was just trying to be polite but I guess I sound sort of pushy, don’t I? Oh, I’m so sorry!”

“It’s fine. Actually,” it was his turn to blush now as blue orbs fell to the ground. “I’d like that. Very much so.” He smiles, gaze lifting to her. They stay silent for a few moments, each of them simply enjoying the company of another. They took a moment to absorb themselves in each other’s warmth.

This was exactly what Toshinori needed. This was the normalcy he had hoped to find. This woman had so easily saved him from himself and directed him toward the path he had always walked. She managed to find him and, somehow, walk with him on that path.

“Ah, here. I’ll give you my number.” There’s a brief, awkward moment between the two as their sudden “moment” was pulled to an end. They exchange numbers gleefully, laughing a little at their own awkwardness, before Toshinori finally sees her off - only dropping his gaze when she’s no longer in view.

He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. He looks down at his arm, remembers their conversation from earlier, and smiles warmly.

His phone vibrates suddenly and he jumps sharply; blood sputtering out his mouth. He quickly lifts the phone to his ear and wheezes, “A-Ah, Midoriya, my boy, it’s only you…”

Inko Midoriya found a lost man and walked him back toward his path. She held his hand, gently, and walked beside him with a soft, soothing voice. She warmed his heart with her words and, at last, reminded Toshinori what was really important.

He was All Might.
He was here…but he was not alone.

Inko was here too; helping him write a new chapter in his life - one that he would thoroughly enjoy experiencing.

knocked up starters.
  • I proposed to you like an idiot and you said no!
  • It's a girl - buy some pink stuff!
  • Guess what the fuck's up?
  • _____ is going into labor and you are not fucking here
  • You know what I'm gonna have to do now? I'm going have to kill you
  • I'm gonna pop a fucking cap in your ass.
  • You're dead, you're Tupac, you are fucking Biggie, you piece of shit!
  • Marriage is like a freak, unfunny version of Everybody Loves Raymond, only it doesn't last 22 minutes. It lasts forever.
  • Do you want to do it doggy-style?
  • You're not going to treat me like a dog.
  • I'm not treating you like a dog. It's doggy-style. It's just in the style. We don't have to go outside or anything.
  • I'm naked...
  • Did we have sex?
  • I'm pregnant.
  • Fuck off!
  • I assumed you were wearing a patch, or like a--like a dental dam, or one of those butterfly clips or something.
  • What is a dental dam?
  • We have to help them raise the baby.
  • Why did we go to Costco and buy a year's supply of condoms if you weren't gonna use 'em, man?
  • I can't believe you did this. You messed everything up.
  • You gotta know all the tricks like, for example, if a woman's on top she can't get pregnant. It's just gravity.
  • I love you. You're the best thing that ever happened to me.
  • I'm the best thing that ever happened to you?
  • Now I'm starting to feel sorry for you.
  • If I didn't care about these things, you wouldn't care about anything. Care more.
  • I like "Spider-Man".
  • Look, I don't even know what I'm supposed to say to you
  • You think that just because you don't yell, you're not mean? This is mean!
  • We don't have the heart to tell him it's herpes.
  • I'm gonna throw you into my DeLorean, gun it to 88.
  • I'm sorry I told you to screw your bong.
  • Why is everyone so mad at you?
  • Do you ever get so bored, you stare at your balls?
  • So what do you think? Should we have sex tonight?
  • I'm just really constipated.
  • Man, my balls are shaved, my pubes are trimmed, I'm ready to fuckin' rock this shit!
  • If I go in there and see fuckin' pubes sprinkled on the toilet seat, I'm gonna fuckin' lose my mind!
  • You're embarrassing me in front of company!

anonymous asked:

Hello! Would you be so kind as to tell me your LingEd headcannons? I know you have them, it's your OTP after all. ;p

Oh no okay so yes I am all about that Ed/Ling life but I’m not a big headcanon person!! So all my Ed/Ling headcanons are really boring/unoriginal like..

  • Ed and Ling definitely had a little moment while they were in Gluttony’s belly where they just laid there holding hands, while Ed tried to convince himself it was totally just bros being bros and he was definitely not kinda sorta falling for the annoying prince.
  • Meanwhile Ling was not even trying to pretend it was anything but Gay
  • Ling kissed Ed for the first time while they were traveling with Greed and the chimeras and he’d temporarily regained control of his body.
  • Ed proceeded to have a miniature crisis immediately afterward because oh great he is definitely falling for the annoying prince. This lasted a total of like 45 seconds before he decided he had more important things to worry about.
  • Their relationship never progressed past some hand holding and the occasional kisses while Greed and Ling shared a body because Ed was not very comfortable with Greed being able to see their every move.
  • Ling actually does write Ed into Xing’s history books as “the man who fed a shoe to the emperor” (but he makes sure a lot of good things about Ed make it in there too).
  • Ed is the big spoon (and nobody can convince me otherwise).

i was bored and i wanted to try practicing judy but then i went fuck it and drew @kyleehenke‘s fursona instead

(also instead of of just white like the zoobe bunny i just googled “blonde bunnies” and i was pleased with what i got so yeah you got a blonde bunny kylee with white markings on her ears)

Amy Pond Appreciation WeekDay 1 →  Favorite Moments and Favorite Quotes

You know when, sometimes you meet someone so beautiful, and then you actually talk to them and five minutes later, they’re as dull as a brick? Then there’s other people, and you meet them and you think, ‘Not bad; they’re okay.’ And then you get to know them, and their face sort of becomes them, like their personality is written all over it. And they just turn into something so beautiful. Rory’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever met.

Moulin Rouge sentence meme
  • "Diamonds are a girl's best friend."
  • "Never fall in love with a woman who sells herself."
  • "You don't have to lie to me."
  • "He/she wasn't trying to trick her/him."
  • "A love that will last forever."
  • "It's not that I'm not a jealous man/woman. I just don't like other people touching my things."
  • "I couldn't go through with it!"
  • "Honestly this is impossible!"
  • "Nothing funny, I just like talent."
  • "Virgin?"
  • "Leave all this to yesterday."
  • "I'm sorry, _____, I'm dying."
  • "Outside may be tragic."
  • "... a little frog."
  • "It'll mean that we love one another."
  • "Life's an awful bore."
  • "In here it's entertaining."
  • "Tell me the truth."
  • "It's quite long."
  • "This one's for you."
  • "A little supper? Maybe some champagne?"
  • "No!"
  • "We have to end it."
  • "It's nothing."
  • "They're trying to kill you!"
  • "The cat's out of the bag."
  • "I'm sure I will."
  • "When will I begin to live again?"
  • "I couldn't pretend anymore!"
  • "But I prefer a man/woman who lives... and gives expensive... jewels."
  • "You'll have fun."
  • "The greatest lesson you'll ever learn is to love and to be loved in return."
  • "Love is like oxygen!"
  • "A kiss may be grand, but it won't pay rental."
  • "Everyone go back to work."
  • "Outside it may be raining."
  • "He/she will fight for me."
  • "I hope you don't mind."
  • "Is this okay?"
  • "Tell our story."
  • "The ending's silly."
  • "He's got a huge... talent."
  • "This is my home."
  • "Generally I like it."
  • "Men grow cold as women grow old."
  • "In here we feel like magic."
  • "I was a fool to believe."
  • "How wonderful life is now that you're in the world."
  • "I don't like this ending."
  • "She's confessing!"
  • "I prefer to do it standing."
  • "You can tell everyone that this is your song."
  • "Is this what you want?"
  • "No!"
  • "That way I'll always be with you."
  • "Listen to my heart, can you hear it sing?"
  • "I didn't want to lie!"
  • "He/she knows!"
  • "I'm cold."
  • "Things aren't always as they seem."
  • "Things are exactly as they seem."
  • "Very well."
  • "You might enjoy it."
  • "See the difference between you and I is that you can leave anytime you choose."
  • "You're going to be bad for business."
  • "We'll leave tonight."
  • "I'd rather, um, just get it done and over."
  • "I don't have much money."
  • "Love lifts us where we belong."
  • "Never knew I could feel like this."
  • "When love is for the highest bidder, there can be no trust."
  • "You're a beautiful man/woman."
  • "I forgot my line."
  • "The woman/man I loved is... dead."
  • "Come down here and get it done and over with."
  • "You know it is."
  • "I love sex."
  • "You know, touched for the first time."
  • "Hold me."
  • "Without trust, there can be no love."
  • "Hurt him/her to save him/her."
  • "I can tell."
  • "You're a great actress."
  • "It always ends bad!"
  • "Being on the street, that's terrible."
  • "I know it isn't much."
  • "We can't afford to love."
  • "The show must go on."
  • "Why does my heart cry?"
  • "The truth?"
  • "Use your talent to save him/her!"
  • "Make him/her believe you don't love him/her."
  • "I don't need you anymore!"
  • "I owe you nothing."
  • "He/she loves me!"
  • "And that's worth everything."
  • "You've got to carry on without me."
  • "Ah, poetry."
  • "You're free to leave me but just don't deceive me."
  • "Come what may I will love you until my dying day."
  • "Jealousy, yes jealousy will drive you mad!"
  • "I've come to pay my bill."
  • "It's not important."
  • "My gift is my song."
  • "Love is a splendord thing!"
  • "All you need is love."
  • "A girl's got to eat."
  • "The only way of loving me baby is to pay a lovely fee."
  • "Come and get me, boys."
  • "I can't carry on without you."
  • "I've paid my whore."
  • "Forgive everything."
  • "The French are glad to die for love."
  • "Don't stop, don't stop."
  • "I saw you together!"
  • "Please believe me when I say I love you."
  • "The spectacular spectacular."
  • "You are nothing to me."
  • "You don't have to wear that dress tonight."
  • "Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love."
  • "Only you can save him/her."
  • "That's real love."
  • "Because she/he doesn't love you!"
  • "All my life you made believe I was only worth what someone would pay for me!"
  • "We're going away from you."
  • "What's his/her type?"
  • "Dont worry, Shakespeare."
  • "I was sick."
  • "We'll work on it tomorrow."
  • "You'll get your ending."
  • "And in the end should someone die?"
  • "We'll make them laugh, we'll make them cry."
  • "Where were you last night?"
  • "So delighting."
  • "I told you."
  • "Everyone knows."
  • "It's a bit funny, this feeling inside."
  • "You're dying."
  • "The doctor told us."
  • "You don't have to sell your body to the night."
  • "It's just an infatuation."
  • "The infatuation will end."
  • "It's more than I can stand."
  • "It all ends tonight."
  • "He/she is spending a fortune on you."
  • "Tell him/her it's over."
  • "I can't fall in love with anyone."
  • "But, my dear, I've arranged a lovely supper for us."
  • "A life without love... that's terrible."
  • "What?"
  • "This is what I want."
  • "Naughty words."
  • "I know of art and love."
  • "I long for it with every fiber of my being."
  • "It's a city of sin."
  • "There is no other way."
  • "We are creatures of the underworld."
  • "Oh no."
  • "I'm in love."
  • "A kingdom of nighttime pleasures."
  • "She/he sold her/his love."
  • "I can't believe it."
  • "Love is just a game."
  • "I was made for loving you, baby."
  • "You were made for loving me."
  • "One day I'll fly away."
  • "She/he is mine."
  • "Everything's going so well."
  • "You expect me to believe that?"
  • "Everyday I'm loving you more and more."
  • "We have each other."
  • "Today's the day when dreaming ends."
  • "I'm paid to make men/women believe what they want to believe."
  • "I don't care."
  • "You'll die with wonderment!"
  • "You have so much to give."
  • "I love you."
  • "The end."
Oops I vanished again.

Lemme explain!

Sooo… Dragon Age: Inquisition happened and I was foolish. Very foolish. To think I could “Nah man Imma just casually play, no obsessing over anything or anyone! And I WON’T UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE FORGET TO ART AND KEEP UP WITH SOCIAL STUFF, NO SIR!”





But yeah, that, and a bunch of other boring stuff and I just completely forgot to do anything productive, so after I (forcefully) tore myself away from that, I then realized I forgot how to art… whoops! So I was getting back in the flow for the last month or so.

Might be a bit rusty but yaaay! I’m back now! :D…. Geez so many things to catch up on. D:

@tubofskippy thank you for the tag!!! Time for some boring facts about me!

Name: Chloe
Nicknames: yeeeah, I ain’t got one of those
Gender: une femme (it just sounds less awkward on french)
Star sign: Libra
Height: like 5’??? 5'1" idk, but I could kill a man
Sexuality: aaaaace
Hogwarts house: Slytherin 
Favourite animal: idk, so many??? Manatees, tree kangaroo, capyabara
Average hours of sleep: about six???
Current time: 21:57
Dog or cat person: both both both!!! But I do have cats, so I guess I have to be loyal…
Blankets you sleep with: one
Dream trip: I actually really, really, really wanna hike the Inca trail 
Dream job: I don’t even know anymore. Nothing. I wanna float in the void (OH MY GOD I WANNA WRITE WELCOME TO NIGHT VALE but that’s really unrealistic) 
When I made my blog: I made this one in early summer but I made my main blog nearly three years ago now
Followers: 76 bc sideblog and also I’m so fucking boring ok, why would anyone follow me?
Why I made a tumblr: writing I guess??? I dunno. Also I have no friends so I thought I’d try my luck on the internet. Y'all are so much nicer than almost everyone I know
Reason for my URL: EVERYONE WHO LOVES ME HAS DIED!!! No, jk, I just really love Wait For It and Leslie Odom Jr

Now I have to… tag people… ok… please ignore me if you want to, it’s totally fine! I’m so sorry:

@ramieverse @ellafutrella @straight4sonnycarisi

It just asked me if I wanna tag Neil Gaiman so ima stop now…

anonymous asked:

Okay, so my real life sexual fantasies are boring as hell, they just pretty much involve really tall dudes. But, throw me in a room with Samuel fucking Winchester? WHOO! Now that would be fun. I'm not talking soulless Sam. I'm talking giant, sweet, there's a dominant side in there somewhere, moose Sam Winchester. Every fantasy I've ever had involves that man. In my mind, he knows how to do literally anything and everything I could ever want. *panting* sorry, don't mind me! *blushes*

Holy crap…yes. I totally concur. That’s one hell of a fantasy! I like it! 

I mean, imagine this guy

Originally posted by zest-wincest

with this mouth

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Imagine the things he would do to you??? mmmm yessss @oriona75 don’t you agree???