there are no excuses for this i am sorry

Sleepy time with a bratty pup

Alpha: bed time, sweet pup
Pup: *growls* Nu hu!!!!
Alpha : *raises eyebrow* excuse me?
Pup: I nu wanna
Alpha: *glares at pup* I’m sorry, what?
Pup: *grumbles*
Alpha: No, if you’re big enough to tell me “no” yore big enough to use your word
Pup: *lowers head* nuuuuuh…
Alpha: *points at stairs without saying a word*
Pup: *sees how mad alpha is and rushes up stairs* yes ma'am
Alpha: *follows pup and begins to take her belt off*
Pup: *squeaks and runs up the stairs faster*

Slave for Desire

All these lines are actual dialogue in the game except the last panel–

Excuse the messy comic, I just had to get this idea out of my mind and I am experiencing an art block right now.

EDIT: Sorry it came out blurry, I’ll fix it later sorry!

i seriously can’t seem to force myself to do ANYTHING rp related lately and i am SO sorry…….. i have been depressed lol, not even in a poetic or romantic way, just in a way that totally drains me of energy and motivation and focus. i’ve been feeling grey and hazy and gross. i’ve had trouble keeping myself showered/fed/hydrated, i’m either listening to music or playing p5 for hours and hours, i’ve got no excuse really bc i’ve had loads of free time?? i just suck lmao. so sorry, i love everyone still and hope y’all can be patient. if anyone needs to unfollow me i totally get it though.

my nayme is Deen
in al the lande
no grayter dood
than bruthr Sam
and wen he falls
but is not ded

i hold his face
i lik his hed

[ oops there’s a sam version

Actually genuinenly enjoying my customer service job sometimes

Customer (calling from Ireland): “Yes hello, I would like to -”

Sheep in the background: *gentle baa*

Customer: “Uh, sorry, what I want to do is -”

Sheep: *slightly more insistent baa*

Customer: “No, not now! -cough- Excuse me. I have a reservation and -”

Sheep: *VERY LOUD ACCUSATORY BAA*

Customer: Arnulf! Please be quiet, I am on the phone! … Sorry, I sincerely apologize on behalf of Arnulf.”

me: “I love and forgive him.”

Customer: “Don’t, he doesn’t deserve it. Anyway, I’m calling about -”

Arnulf: *small, very self-satisfied baa*

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Happy Birthday, Soo-won!! ♡ (feb03)

I decided to color the second one too because the first one is a little depressing lol. Especially if you know when that panel is. & I didn’t want him to only be sad for his bday.. orz

Also happy birthday to Kusanagi Mizuho! Bless her for creating such a masterpiece in progress! ♡

So, I just watched the first kiss in the cabin in episode 1 and then the sex scene in the motel in episode 10, and oh my gawd was there a significant difference. You can have never watched the show and see the difference. A difference James and Tyler portrayed sO WELL, I can’t stress that enough. The first kiss is so rushed and desperate, chaste and lust filled. You can clearly see where James was making it awkward, which is definitely realistic. The whole thing now seems so new and exciting to both of them, not really knowing each other on an emotional level but wanting to connect on a physical level. Then when you switch over to the sex scene, it’s very bold and obvious that the significant change is that they’re in love. The kisses are filled with so much chemistry and passion it’s almost ridiculous. They’re slow and sexy, *cough* lip bite *cough*. And Philip straddling Lukas, don’t even get me started. They’re so in the moment and focused on each other, connecting on both the emotional/physical levels. You can tell how much they’ve gotten to know each other, and how comfortable they are. It’s so beautiful in my opinion that two people can have that much chemistry and clearly portray so much through a television screen.

my nayme is Sam
and wen I ryde
with bruthr Deen
rite by my side
i do not sass
nor him attacke

i take my chance
i lik him bak

[ oops there’s a dean version ]

Humans Are Weird (Pregnancy and Babies)

“Humans are weird” post! What if all aliens actually hatch from eggs and our planet is the only one in the universe that has mammals on it. For an alien, the shell of their egg is a bit like their birth certificate because it’s the proof that they were born, so it’s extremely important for them. To study the development of certain species, they sometimes have to ask some specimen of that species to show them their shell. But then, they visit Earth and meet humans…

Alien: Good morning Human-Nate. I am Xers, an eggshell specialist. In order to study your species development, I need you to show me the shell of the egg that you hatched from. Don’t worry, I am a professional. I can guarantee that you will have it back in the same state as it was when you entrusted it to me.
Human: hummmm, I’m sorry but I don’t have any eggshell to show you…..
Alien: Could it be that you lost it? If so, please excuse me for my previous request. I am sorry if you thought that it was a rude of me.
Human: Don’t apologize, it’s fine! *nervous hand gesture* I didn’t lose it or anything. It’s just that I never had one in the first place. Humans do not hatch from eggs.
Alien: W-what? They don’t?! Then how?
Human: Well, to put it short, the baby grows inside of the mother’s uterus for 9 months and then, when they are ready, they just…come out…by another part of the the mother’s reproductive system.
Alien: Directly from the uterus? With no shell or protection?! Baby humans actually SURVIVE this?!
Human: Yup, and I am the living proof! *laughs*
Alien: …..what the hell is wrong with your species.

To learn more about what humans call “pregnancy”, Xers went to see a pregnant woman and asked her questions about the singular gestation process of “mammals”. After a few minutes, the woman chuckled softly and put a hand on her round belly.

Alien: *worried* Human-Kate, are you alright?
Human: It’s nothing. I just felt a small kick from her. *chuckles*
Alien:….Did your growing organism just ATTACK YOU?!

the best parts of the raven boys (featuring me crying)

- adam and ronan literally dragging each other on moving dollys behind the bmw like what nerds

- “if it had a social security number, ronan had fought with it”

- noah told them like 400 times that he was dead why was this news

- ronan being so extra about picking fights with declan. school? sure. monmouth? hell yea. nino’s parking lot? let’s fuckin go!!!

- the first thing blue ever sees ronan do is run into the light hanging above the booth at nino’s #clumsygay™

- ronan’s number on the nino’s bathroom stall door (honestly what the fuck)

- president cell phone

- gansey describing his friends as “the sulky one” and “the smudgy one”

- take a shot every time blue or adam call gansey condescending 

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“A Wish for 100″

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: Midnight strikes, officially marking Bucky’s 100th birthday. You surprise the super-soldier with a small treat and a gift that has potential to change everything.

A/N: ending the last few hours of the day by wishing a happy 100th to our sweet plum, bucky barnes! // i wrote this in 7 minutes (i timed myself, hurrah) so it’s an incoherent mess. i’ll probably delete this sometime next week xx

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

Bucky leans against the headboard of his bed, bringing the covers closer to his body before crossing his arms against his chest. He watches as the second hand of the clock make its way around, hypnotically ticking away.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

In a few minutes, he’ll be 100-years-old, and it baffles him that he’s been on this planet for a century. He’s outlived his parents, his contemporaries, and everything he considered to be home. His age isn’t something he’s too keen on, especially since he’s spent over half of those “one hundred years of life” as a brainwashed weapon for a terrorist organization.

Birthdays are still a weird concept, and he prefers to not make a big deal out of them. He’s requested his teammates to treat it like any other day, and he doesn’t want any special attention. Lucky for him, the Avengers members with a flare for surprises and events are on a mission, and hopefully the rest of the team will oblige to his request.

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

His breath hitches.

It’s midnight.

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A Battle of Wits

Originally posted by juptern

Pairing: Jughead x Reader

Description: A battle of wits, a bit of Sherlock-level deductions on both ends

Warnings: none

Word count: 509

A/N: ok you guys I am so sorry but I’m not gonna be able to post imagines for the next couple of days, I have a lot going on in school right now so I won’t be able to work on requests or anything.  so to make it up to you guys, I’m posting a short drabble that I wrote before I even created this blog.  So sorry again, hope you enjoy!


“Cliché,” he muttered under his breath, turning back to his laptop.

“Excuse me?” she demanded. He rolled his eyes as he continued typing. “Please, do explain.”

“Listen,” he starts, closing his laptop lid, “I’ve seen it. There’s at least one in every small town.”

“One what?”

“A tortured artist,” he proclaimed, doing sarcastic jazz hands. “You had a miserable childhood, guessing some daddy issues? Abandonment?”

“Dad and mom, actually, but do go on Sherlock Holmes,” she corrected, leaning back in her seat. He pursed his lips before continuing.

“Because your life is so sad you created an outlet for yourself, an anchor of sorts where you can channel all of your negative emotions. Lo and behold you just so happen to have a knack for art, and thus begins your journey as a tortured artist.” He finished with a small smirk as he imitated what she had done before and leaned back into his seat, crossing his arms.

“Very good,” she drawled, leaning against the table. “You got me spot on.” He nodded nonchalantly. “Although I must say this entire tangent was very hypocritical.”

“Hypocritical?” he questioned, also leaning in.

“Oh yes, you see you’re quite the cliché yourself. The tragic writer.”

“Tragic writer?” he mused, taking a bite of his sundae. “Explain, please.”

“You, too, had a rough childhood. Not abandonment like me, though. No, your family had money issues. Mommy was never around so daddy had to do all the work, and he wasn’t the most responsible and reliable parent. You’re the oldest, so you take it upon yourself to act as a parental figure for your younger siblings. However, you quickly learn that it is much too difficult for you, not even a legal adult yet, to take care of yourself and others. You come to the decision that your family is better off without you. One less mouth to feed, one less occupied bed, one less person to buy necessities for. You run away and take care of yourself. You try your hardest to find a job, and you eventually find one at some run-down place where it’s not busy enough for anyone to give a damn about your age. You work as hard as you can, saving up as much money as possible until finally you made enough. For months you’ve been dying to buy yourself a laptop, a place where you can create and store your writing. You buy it and immediately start writing, isolating yourself from the world and finding solace and comfort in your own writing, where you can play god over any character you create. This eventually turns you into quite the brooding guy, hence the sardonic humor and lack of close friends.” She finished her analysis with a smirk and sipped on her milkshake, eyebrows raised. His mouth was slightly agape.

“Just one sibling,” he mumbled.

“What was that?”

“I said,” he spoke up, “just one sibling. You said siblings. With an s. Plural. I just have one.” She shrugged, unbothered by his correction.

“I’m not Sherlock Holmes, Jughead.”

anonymous asked:

all you have to do is apologize and try not to say transphobic stuff in the future my guy

I am deeply, profoundly sorry for suggesting that trans people might spontaneously glow turquoise, sometimes. I’m bitterly ashamed of myself for that horrendous, malicious, and unmistakably serious comment, and know that no excuse will ever absolve me of my terrible mistake. Forgive me. I now know that trans people only glow cyan, and that it is not spontaneous, but an indicator that they have recently had a really satisfying bowel movement.