*watching movie, finding material for SDM*

*watches Daphne hold onto bridge*

*watches Daphne grab something out of her purse before it falls into the waterfall*

Me: “…um? Daphne? I really don’t think this is the time for a smoke, it’s– wait, why does  a children’s movie have ci–”

Me: “OHHHHHHHHHHHHH, it’s floss! That’s a relief, it totally looked li–…”

*thinks for a second*

Me: “…wait, do women just carry an extra-large thing of floss with them everywhere they go?

anonymous asked:

I just read your Izetta fics and hnngh now I feel the need to see those two with swords and being great and handsome. They'd totally look good in anything, royal guard uniform, tux, dress, etc. And I'm curious, royal guards were only shown wielding guns around, do they really have swords in the show?

They never wear them in the show, but in BUNBUN’s complete original design of the royal guard uniforms, they have a cool half-cape, a hat, and a sword:

(Fun fact: they also revealed two names of the other royal guards there: the blonde with the bangs as Beatrice and the dark-haired one as Christa)

Lol ok anon here’s some more Izetta and Fine wielding swords and looking good in anything:



All members raji 3/24

Uruha (reading mail): “I liked this boy all through middle school. He was the cutest boy in school, and after graduating middle school I never saw him again. But the other day, I ran into him for the first time in nine years. He wasn’t the same slim, toned, handsome man he used to be. When he said hi to me I was like ‘ew who is this?’ and that bittersweet memory I had was destroyed. Have you guys every been shocked by meeting an old classmate who looked totally different?”

Ruki: Sorry I didn’t really get any of what u just said [idk if he couldn’t hear or wasn’t paying attention]

(I have no idea what the fuck they’re talking about but Uruha said ‘Abe-chan killer’ what…anyway)

Uruha: But you get it right?

Ruki: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, like if you saw your first love from high school at your coming of age ceremony and they looked completely different

Kai: (laughing) What that’s such a short period of time

Uruha: But I mean what do you expect? Of course they’re gonna look different.

Reita: And what if that guy was thinking the same thing [about the girl]?

Everyone: Mhm…

Reita: Like what makes you think you’re fine!?


Uruha: But this could happen to us, too. If we let ourselves go people might think the same thing about us.

Reita: A while ago when I was in my hometown I ran into an old classmate from elementary and middle school.

Uruha: But no one would recognize you – you were so skinny back then!

Reita: Well I recognized him first, and I was like “oh!!” and then he made a face like “oh!!” too, so I was like, “do you know who I am?” and he’s like “yeah!” and then he knew my name so…..yeah he recognized me


Reita: Mhm.

Uruha: That’s not really what we were expecting

Reita: But the other guy had aged quite a bit!

Uruha: Right?

Ruki: Right?

Aoi: Right?

Uruha: Like, with what you’re wearing now – I guess I should explain what he looks like today, huh?

Reita: What?

Uruha: He looks like, you know, a hip-hopper.

Reita (immediately): That’s cause I’m a fourth generation J-Soul Brother.

(J-Soul Brother music immediately starts playing)

Uruha: Maaan look at that chaaaaain!!

(while Uruha is making fun of him and the song is still playing u can hear Ruki calmly say “the third generation isn’t over”)

@ask-princess-crystal-melody‘s Angel Symphony and Star Hunter make

Star Melody!

Now, normally I’d ask if you’d like to keep him, but sorry, I just love this baby too much to let him go. Sorry ;-;

Hes the result of an one night stand, and while usually, Hunter would have been shunned by her mother for doing something so stupid, Her Majesty Star can’t really help loving little Melody. (”An Alicorn! We have an allicorn in our family tree! Granted, he is far too light, but who cares, hes an alicorn!”) Said Little Melody grows up to become Star Melody, guardian of music and the arts, and while being a bit snobby and spoiled, is still a sweet and encouraging stallion.

anonymous asked:

Ur fave Jeffmads fics?

totally didnt just look up jeffmads fics rn


Jeffmads Drabbles: they’re v cute, domestic, and short!  kinda quirky and a lil funny, but they are really sweet!

Stay: this is so cute!!!!  very soft and warm and loving and ugh.  plus it incorporate my fav thing: sleepy morning kisses and cuddles

pancakes: short, v sweet, but no capitalization idk if people like that or no

At The Beach: beach!! confession!! good!!

Not Used To The Cold: NSFW, historical era


40 DAYS OF MY FAVORITE MFU EPISODES- DAY 35:      The Master’s Touch Affair (S4 E6)

Can I just say how adorable drugged!Illya is? He’s all disorientated and looks totally like a little lost puppy (I know he’s a kitten but when he looks at Napoleon with those puppy eyes, it’s like my love finally comes to rescue me) XD And I “enjoy” seeing Napoleon manhandles Illya, it’s a bit rough I admit, but you can totally understand it’s because Napoleon worries about Illya deeply. The ending isn’t all that satisfying, but we all know whom Napoleon spends the night with in the end :) I also made a funny post about this episode a while ago, if anyone is interested!

Coffee Break

Words: 695
Bruce Wayne X Reader (Male or Female)
Prompt:  “
We work really late together and you’ve memorized how I take my coffee AU” Prompt Credit goes to @dances-with-snowflakes & @dailyau

[Is it just me or is does Batfleck look totally confused in every screencap from Batman V Superman?? Don’t get me wrong he is one of my favorite Batmen.]

You cracked your neck to the left and then to the right. You stifled a yawn and stretched your hands high above your head. You rolled your shoulders. It felt like every part of your body had gone stiff. Not that you blamed your muscles and joints. You’d been sitting in your office chair for hours. It was well past ten o’clock at night and you still had a lot of work to do.

You looked around the empty conference room. Almost everyone else had gone home when the office officially closed. Only you and your boss, Bruce Wayne, had stayed to finish the project. You rubbed your eyes which had grown sore from staring at your computer screen for so long. You blinked a few times and waited for your eyes to adjust.

“Coffee?” You looked up to see your boss holding a mug out to you. “I have a machine in my office. French Vanilla with a dash of cream, right?”

“Uh yeah.” You reached out and accepted the mug. “How did you know?”

“You get stuck working late with me three times a week minimum. I was bound to learn something about you, [Y/N].” He smirked at you as he placed his own mug down on the conference table. You watched him slide into the seat next to you from over the brim of your mug. He moved smoothly, everything he did was done deliberately and with no mistake.  

“Thank you, Mr. Wayne. It’s delicious.” You held the warm mug in one hand and turned your attention back to your work.

“You know, you’re the only the only person around here who calls me Mr. Wayne. Why is that?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged. “You’re my boss. It doesn’t seem right going around calling you Br-ews.” It felt awkward and uncomfortable saying his first name out loud. Instead of mocking you, he just smirked.

“But I call you, [Y/N]. Would you prefer I use, [Ms./Mr.] [Y/L/N]?” He waited for your answer.

“No. My first name is fine. Uh, better even.” You blinked, taken back by his sudden interest in you. Most of the time your conversations strictly pertained to work. The offers of fresh coffee and socializing were new territory.

“Then I insist you call me Bruce. It’s only fair.” He offered you a smile before checking his phone. “I didn’t realize it was so late. You must have somewhere else you else you need to be, home to a boyfriend or girlfriend perhaps?” He scratched the back of his neck not-so-subtlety.

“Mr. Wayne…”

“Bruce,” he corrected.

“Bruce,” You rolled your eyes. “I appreciated the effort you’re making, really I do. You don’t have to. I didn’t get a job at Wayne Enterprises because it’s employees are well known for their social graces. I wanted a job here because the people who work here are the best at what they do. You don’t get to be the best by worrying if you’re home in time for your boyfriend.”

“That’s a valid point. My apologies, I was not trying to insult you or in any way insinuate that you needed a relationship. You know, the more I talk, the further I jam my foot in my mouth. Let me start over. [Y/N], you are a valued employee here at Wayne Enterprises and I would be honored if these two of us could work together on a first name basis.” He smiled and offered you his hand. You smirked.

“It would be my pleasure, Bruce.” You gave his hand a brief shake, before looking down at your watch. “It’s getting pretty late. What do you say we call it a night and try and find a fast food place that’s still open?” Bruce leaned back in his chair and looked at you with uncertainty. He was clearly trying to keep the moment from turning awkward again.

“I’d ask you out to a real dinner, but I doubt anywhere respectable is open this late at night.” You clarified.

“If things go well, we could always have a respectable breakfast to look forward to.” He winked at you and closed his laptop with a flirtatious smile.

vent post that got too long below. no read more bc I’m on mobile just scroll past ig

itd be cool if I was attractive.
puttin it out there. got stupid fuckin. masculine features that couldn’t make it in. got no goddamn chin and spinster fingers and a shitty back bc of my arthritis. look like a disgusting gremlin from the side. hair. Everywhere. do you fucking know how it is to be forcibly assigned female and to have this kind of shit. im like ¾ girl looking with shitty ugly masculine features that would’ve looked ok if they didn’t fuck me up assuring I was totally female

i look fucking gross and like every time I say that nobody disagrees like my one saving grace is my eyes but I’m not growing into them I got ugly ass bug eyes

like I don’t even have. anything. malformed and gross everywhere and I’m poor as shit so I don’t even have nice clothes to pretend that I even look like even the brokest of art students

and I’ve got fucking spots on my face and they’re not even cutesy freckles or acne that’ll clear up later im just a fuckin mistake honestly i looked fucked up and weird from birth and I’m still utterly disgusting i hate myself so fucking much I don’t even have a face a mother could love bc she’s even said i look gross!! my weak chin and shit is so bad I’m so gross this is why I can’t post selfies I’m just so UGLY FUCKING


I’ve got a real story about Kiss, do you want to know? This is true.

putting on some lipstick before the show for a lil extra good luck! (*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ (Viktor totally bought some expensive cosmetic brand makeup for his fav student /winks)

ayyy whatever makes a boy feel good yea