the olive picture is not mine

Abe: “And on the island”,

*holds up picture of Enoch*

Abe, me, Jesus, some other people: “ Was this salty ass bitch named Enoch, never really liked Enoch, fuck Enoch. Him and his ugly ass dolls he never got any damn sleep, the little fucker. Liked pickin’ on the little kids, too. Ugly ass creep he was. Fuck him.”

thatoneyoulove  asked:

Idk where you want requests... Sorry, here goes: I thought you were my best friend so I jumped on you, but it turns out your just a really famous singer trying to get some shopping done without being noticed. Sorry? Or I'm a cop and you hate it, cause you're always worrying about me, but I love that I get to help people, and we try to work it out. Fluffy and worrying. Idk, those were bad, I'm sorry! But love your writing!!! And thank you, sorry if this is the wrong place.

A/N Thank you so much for your requests!! They are both awesome! This is exactly where they should be sent. I decided to go with the first one but may revisit the other at a later date because it seems pretty cool. Thank you for reading my stuff, I hope you enjoy this!


Thirty minutes late. I sighed, pulling out my phone and verifying the time. I should be used to this by now but it was still frustrating. It sucked to be always on time, to stress about punctuality, and then get rewarded for my promptness by waiting for everyone else to arrive. My best friend, Oliver, was the worst offender. Knowing him he’d found some hot guy on his way into the store and was currently chatting up his latest conquest, oblivious to the fact that I was haunting the home goods store, circling the aisles in a random pattern and avoiding the workers.

“Where are you?” I texted him, considering 30 minutes enough time waiting to not be considered a nag. And really, to be fair (to me), it was 45 minutes. Like the neurotic freak I am, I had arrived 15 minutes early. The sales people in the store probably thought I was nuts.

I did another circle of the lighting department, staring at the ornate lamps on display and fingering the delicate tassels on the shades. There was a blue Victorian inspired one I was especially fond of. I was ogling the intricate embroidery on it when I finally spotted him. His back was to me but I recognized his slim build with surprisingly broad shoulders. His dark hair was covered by a baseball cap.

Sneaking up behind him, I put my hands on his shoulders and jumped on his back. “Finally!” I said, “I’ve been waiting for you for ages.”

“What the fuck?” I instantly went stiff, sliding down his back and stepping away, my eyes growing wide. Fuck! Oliver didn’t have an Irish accent.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorr…” I started to apologize, absolutely mortified. The words died on my lips as my poor accosted stranger turned and I was confronted by the bluest eyes I have ever seen. His forehead was creased as he looked at me, obviously annoyed by my assault. He was fidgeting irritably with a phone and water bottle in his hands, shifting them from one to the other as he took a deep breath.

“Look, I woulda taken a picture with ya. You didn’t need to jump on me.”

“I’m sorry?” I asked, confused. A picture?

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When was the last time I posted an actual picture of one of my sims? Well, here is a whole bunch of them now to make up for it. In case you couldn’t guess the theme, this is a lineup of all my current witches and warlocks. First picture are the good witches, second the evil ones. 

Happy Valentine’s Day - Oliver Queen is Your Man

Hello my Lovelies!

I promised that this week would be special. Last year I created a Valentine’s post that was a lot of fun and I thought I would do some themed edits for you wonderful peeps who enjoy Man Face Monday, Washboard Wednesday, etc. So, no Valentine this year? Not true. You have me and Oliver! And there is much love in the Arrow universe to be shared!

So, in closing, I hope that you have a lovely week ahead, filled with things you love, people you love and Arrow, which we all love!  Also, do enjoy the Olicity Valentine’s Day Smut-a-thon tomorrow. I wrote a story and made a pretty picture for mine – it’s called “Yes.” I hope you’ll enjoy it. 

Tags after the break.

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  • Marcus Flint: Oliver Wood??? nah, what a loser— [trips] [hundreds of thousands of photos of Oliver spill out of robe] w-what a fuckign i these arent mine im just [gathering them up frantically sweating] listen i just listen fuck [thousands of pictures of Oliver scatter across the floor] shit fcuk im holding them for a friend just listen

So these are BTS photos from 7x17 of PLL.
Now, this episode is written by Oliver Goldstick and Francesca Rollins who also wrote 1x18 which was the Haleb Shower episode. That shower scene is not only an iconic scene for Haleb but also the show tbh. So maybe those writers want to make it a full circle by recreating it. I don’t think it’s going to be an exact parallel but maybe something like that because in those pictures, Tyler’s hair is wet and Ashley is wearing a robe. This episode is also rumoured to recreate another iconic Haleb scene which i’ll post about soon 🔥🙌🏼❤️


“I’m not ready for this,” Y/N whined as she leaned back into the couch, covering her face. Oliver laughed.
“I’m the one meeting your father. I think I should be the nervous one.” Tony came in with a stack of photo albums. He put them on the coffee table and dropped down next to Oliver. Y/N knew that smile on her father’s face.
“No Oliver, she should be. Because nothing is more embarrassing for her than when I pull out the baby pictures. I think will start with this one.” Y/N groaned loudly and hid her face into Oliver’s arm as the two guys bonded over old photos of her.
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au in which hughes is still alive and everyone has a facebook. Of course Roy would be awful at using technology and fail at an attempt to private message his bestie about him and Riza finally kissing

(and if you can’t see Riza’s profile picture it’s of her aiming a gun ;) )


jordan fish ? what a loser i hate him i- *trips* *thousands of pictures of jordan fish spill from pockets* fuck those aren’t mine i swear i’m just holding them for a friend i- *slips on a pile of pictures* f u c k no they’re not mine i hate him i just- *more pictures fall out as i fall to my knees, desperately trying to pick them up* hang on a sec jUst LISTEN