these are probably not new to anyone

anonymous asked:

Yandere WKM Markiplier had a crush on someone, but that person didn’t feel the same way. So, he shrank them. Then when WKM happens, Damien & Will find the tiny. Damien or Will try to help the tiny, & fall for the tiny. What do you think will happen from there?

WKM-Mark would probably attempt to kill them both or subject them to more torture. William already took Celine from them and this mark wont stand for him and that mayor taking his new love as well. He wont stand for it! They are his! HIS! HE WONT LET ANOTHER LOVE GET TAKEN AGAIN! …. *ahem* i mean… yeah…. anyone want to have a party? We will all have a grand time!

So, this is a thing that happened (!!!!)

Thank you so much to all the lovely people who have come to this little blog in the last year. After like, a year of my blog staying consistently at 15-25 followers, for it to grow this much in the last nine months or so is freaking insane. Especially considering I still can’t talk a good book photo!!!

If I wasn’t in the throes of Nano, I would do something more, like a dedication post or a giveaway or something - but given how things are currently going, this will probably happen in the New Year instead. 

Thank you to all the mutuals who became **my first ever tumblr friends** and put up with me being an awkward nerd - I won’t tag people because I’d probably miss someone and I don’t want to seem exclusionary or anything to anyone new out there, but y’all know who you are! And the last thing I can say is that I literally gained *973 followers* in the span of nine months - so to any new booklrs who feel like they’re screaming pointlessly into a void, keep screaming, keep interacting with posts, and I’m sure that you’ll soon be noticed! :D

Thank you everyone!!

Originally posted by yourwaifuisshite

anonymous asked:

I'm fairly new to the fandom so I must ask, has Marco always be shipped with anyone or is this like a recent thing?

He has always been, for some… reason. Probably because he’s essentially the only male character in the show, Tom having been barely recurring until S3. From Brittney to Kelly, he has always been shipped with anything and anyone in the show - to different extents obviously, if the show itself tease and has the characters interacts it helps.

@lances-legs mentioned something about needing a Klance selfie? But it seems it didn’t go so well.

I decided to try something entirely new and am 100% pleased as all get out. Best viewed while listening to this (which is probably no surprise to anyone lol).

anonymous asked:

A-Akutagawa...! You're really cute...! (and rashomon too!) (๑♡∀♡๑)

i am not cute. and i don’t see why you would ever even call rashomon c-

… he says thank you.

Hit and Run (Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader)

Requested by:@s-e-x-l-o-s-t ( you should really write an imagine where a reader is friends with steve and the kids and in that scene where steve gets out of the bus to confront the demo-dogs one of them attacks him but the reader gets the nail bat and kick the hell out of it and the kids are like omg wtf the demo-dogs go away and steve just kisses the reader, sorry this is so long, you’re writing is incredibly good!)

Summary: You weren’t expecting to spend your evening with a bunch of middle schoolers, and Steve Harrington in the middle of a junkyard, fighting yet another demogorgon. Or demogorgons. 

Word Count: 2000+

Warnings: few curse words here and there and some smooching ofc

Note: I changed the scene up a little and made her attacking the demo-dog on the bus! It’s still basically the same!! I hope you like it :))

HELLA Spoilers for Season 2!!

Originally posted by mikkeljensen

You were planning on spending today in doors, either drawing or studying, not in the back of Steve Harrington’s car with a middle schooler in the front giving you mad attitude while telling you this story of how this demon-slug he found Halloween night turned into a demogorgon and ate his cat. Then escaped the cellar he locked it in by digging through the ground.

“Are you kidding me?” you asked, staring at Dustin with complete bewilderment, “It ate Mews!?” you frowned now, Dustin nodded, and you pouted slightly, “That’s fucked up, your mom came over crying about if we’ve seen Mews the other day!” you pointed, Dustin sighed.

“I know, I know- but I can’t exactly tell her that some demogorgon ate her cat now can I?”

You scowled at him, shaking your head and then looked to Steve, “So what’s the plan?”

Steve shrugged, “We’re going to lure it somewhere secluded and kick it’s ass- you know like last time,” he answered nonchalantly, “You’re here because for some reason you’re really good at gameplans…”

“Yeah, so like last time eh? Set up a trap? I’m not going to cut myself again like I did with Nance and Jonat-”

“No-no, Dart is attracted by raw meat,” Dustin cut you off, you turned to him.

“Who the hell is Dart?”

Dustin rolled his eyes like you were too slow of a thinker for him, “Dart is his name, (y/n)! But that doesn’t matter- what matters is that he grew, and now it’s roaming free and we have to kill him before he kills, so if the next thing you say isn’t how we are going to do it, then don’t talk at all!” Steve turned to Dustin like he was about to scold him or something.

You glared at the kid.

“First up, don’t talk to me like that you little dweeb, and second- it’s clear we have to get a bunch of meat and make a trail- it’s smart, but not that smart because it’ll follow,” you said, leaning back and digging through your bag, “Then we get gas like last time and-” you flicked the lighter in your hand up, Steve glancing at you through the rearview mirror, “and light it’s ass on fire,”

“And where will we get that much meat?”

“Oh you know we’ll just find it lying around- hey maybe we’ll skin and gut a cow, Dustin! It’ll be a fun experie-”

Dustin was about to clap back at you before Steve told you both to shut the hell up.

“Obviously we have to buy meat, and you-” He pointed Dustin,”Stop talking to her like she’s some kind of idiot, she fought one before, so she knows what the hell she’s doing,”

You crossed your arms all smug.

Dustin just simply turned away, saying something under his breath about ‘she didn’t really fight it’. Steve turned back at you, winking, you offered a smile before looking down at your feet. In a way Dustin was right, you didn’t really fight it, but you did help Nancy and Jonathan plan how to trap it.

You let out a sigh. Just an hour earlier, Steve had showed up at your house, telling you to put on your shoes and jacket because he needed your help. You, of course not wanting to pass up another opportunity to hang out with Steve, agreed. That was before you saw Dustin, looking impatient in the front seat of his car and were told you were going to fight another demogorgon.

You huffed slightly, and rubbed your forehead. You really, really didn’t want to do this, you thought you’d never have to ever see one of those things again.

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“Hey, Barold?” 

“Yes, dear?”

“Are you dead?”

Barry’s head pokes into the dining room table, the Neverwinter Times folded into his hands. He looks down at himself, pokes his own nose. “I don’t think so? I don’t look dead.”

Lup looks him up and down, then says, “Yep, you really don’t.”

“Why?”

In response, Lup takes the package she’s been holding, grabs it by the ends, and turns it on its head. Letters - bundled into packs bound with black ropes, spare ones scratched on torn napkins, envelopes-within-envelopes written in deep dark ink - spill all over the table.

“What are these?”

“Consolation letters,” Lup says, grinning. She plucks the first one off the table, slits it with a brightly-painted red nail, and begins to read. “‘Dear Lup Taaco, my cult and I would like to express our condolences for your loss.’ Aww, that’s so sweet, they’re cult-bonding.”

Barry narrows his eyes. “Is that a necromantic cult or a religious one?”

“Dunno.” She tosses it aside, picks up another one. “‘Dear IPRE, sorry for your loss. We hope Barry feels better soon. We know most people don’t feel better after being dead but he’s done it before.’”

Barry drifts forward, looking at the stack in apprehension and slight awe. He picks one up at random, skims it, and turns white. “Why do these people think I’m dead?”

“Don’t know, but there’s definitely a consensus, babe,” Lup says. “Aww, someone sent a bunch of dead flowers! I’ll pass them onto Merle.”

“Lup, no, this is weird. This - this is weird.”

“Yeah, for sure,” she says, leafing through the next letters. The mound grows intimidatingly the more Barry looks at it. “What did you do?”

“I - I don’t know.”

“Huh. Maybe someone started a dumb rumor. You never know the kinda shit floating around Faerun these days.”

True? Okay. Okay, no, this is just another mystery. Maybe there are clues in the truly preposterous number of letters sitting on the table. Carefully, Barry picks the first one up, a letter wrapped in a satin ribbon and addressed in dark ink so black it almost looks tar. He tears it open gently and sets the envelope aside, then begins to read.

Dear Miss Lup,

I’m really really sorry your husband is dead. I want you to know that my mom and my dad love him too and that if you ever need someone to talk to because death is a really really bad thing then you can send us a letter any time. I’d give you my mom’s frequency but I don’t know it.

Love,

Carnila

Below is an address. It’s from the far east, a remote village that Barry only knows because he passed through there while hunting for Lup a couple of years into his search.

He’s not freaking out so much as very, very confused. He’s certain he’s alive. Pulse beating in his throat and everything. So why does everyone think he’s dead?

He goes through a couple more without finding any clues. Most are of the same vein - sorry for your loss, hope you’re doing better. A couple recommend Lup some therapists in Neverwinter. Two cite him as his inspiration for practicing necromancy. He’s gonna need to pay those fans a personal visit. Probably with his scythe.

“Barry?” Lup says after a little while. She’s set the letters down and is now looking at him strangely.

He opens another one. This one’s written in blue ink. All the others have been black. Really goes to show what kind of person picked Barold J. Bluejeans, lich and necromancer-turned-reaper extraordinaire, as their favorite of the seven birds. “Yes, dear?”

“When you died, you picked up your bodies, right?”

Barry freezes. He thinks back to those ten years on his own, dying repeatedly. He’d had a process - he’d freak out, flicker a little bit, and pull himself together - with admirable speed and courage, of course. Then he’d grab his jeans (can’t leave those behind), a couple hairs, a bunch of blood (which wasn’t typically too hard to collect), the coin, some supplies, and take off for Wave Echo Cave.

He’d leave the body, though. He didn’t need it.

“Barold J. Bluejeans,” she snaps, setting down her letter with a thwack on the table. “Did you leave your corpses strewn all around this continent?”

“I only needed a little blood to make a new body!” he yelps. “I was a lich, it wasn’t like I could pick up my body and carry it with me!”

“You managed to keep the same clothes for ten years!”

“I’ve had these jeans for a hundred years, they’re precious to me!”

“That’s fair,” Lup says, grinning too widely to be angry. “So you’re telling me, these people stumbled across your dead body and thought it was you?”

“Probably,” he replies sheepishly. “I mean, in my defense, I didn’t think anyone would find it. I kinda fell off a mountain range.”

“And you didn’t go collect them when you got an actual body?” she asks, gesturing toward him.

“I was a little busy creating your body.”

Lup sighs, exasperated. She throws an envelope at him. It drifts unimpressively down to the table. “This is it, Barold. This is what you get when you don’t show up at press conferences ever. People start to think you’re literally dead.”

“I hate them,” he mumbles. “Too many spotlights and reporters and questions. I get all sweaty.”

“You’re one of the seven birds, babe. People want to know your story.”

“They already do, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, but they want to hear it from you.” She glances over her shoulder at the Taako Time™ calendar hanging on their wall and grins. “Babe, there’s one tomorrow and you’re going.”

“I don’t wanna,” he whines. “Lup, they…they suck. All the reporters and the microphones and the spotlights….”

“No arguments, dear,” Lup says, standing and crossing her arms over his head to rest her cheek on his hair. “Lucretia hates them too and she goes.”

“She was the Director of the Bureau of Balance, she’s good at that shit now,” Barry grumbles. “Besides, Davenport doesn’t have to answer questions.”

“Davenport’s at sea, babe. Getting to interview him is like finding a Shiny.”

Barry groans, tugs on a strand of Lup’s hair. It’s dyed red toward the ends. “If you loved me you wouldn’t make me go.”

“I love you,” Lup affirms, “so I’m making you go.”

“Can I at least - ”

“No, you can’t wear your tuxedo T-shirt. You have to wear the sweater vest I bought you.”

Barry slumps his head toward the table. Lup slides down his neck to rest her chin on his shoulder. “Cycle forty or sixty-eight,” he asks, words muffled by the table.

“Forty,” she decides. “I won’t make you do sequins.”

“Thank the Queen.” He straightens. There’s ink on his forehead. Lup laughs, then licks a thumb and wipes it away. “Gross.”

The letters flare in the corner of his vision. Sighing, Barry tugs Lup onto his lap. She sits with a laugh, gleeful and teasing, and reaches reaching for a letter of her own. Leaning her temple against his, she slices open another letter, and begins to read.

“Wow, babe,” she says after a couple minutes. “You’re really an inspiration for some up-and-coming dark magic babies.”

“I know,” he sighs. She chuckles and ruffles his hair affectionately. “I’m gonna have to go talk to them.”

Lup’s counterproposal is cut off by her Stone of Farspeech buzzing against her collarbone. She picks up without looking and says “Heyo, Blupjeans household, whaddya want?”

Barold J. Bluejeans!” screeches her brother’s voice through the receiver. Barry jumps. “You wanna explain to me why my dining table is fuckin’ swamped with condolence letters?!

Lup and Barry turn to stare at each other in horror. Then, right on cue, Barry’s Stone rings. He checks it. It’s Magnus’s signal. They stare at it.

“Oh Gods,” Lup groans, and picks up.

Barry? Barry, are you okay?” comes Magnus’s voice. There are a couple of dogs barking in the background, as there always are when Magnus calls. “I heard you were dead, I know it sucks, like, serious ass to be without a body, I wanted to check in, and also tell you that I’ve got a ticket for Neverwinter on hold if you need me down there - ” he says.

Lup and Barry exchange glances. Barry begins to laugh.

Saw a man refusing to let his pregnant wife off the porch because he “saw a rat the size of a dog and I will NOT let it bite you, please go back inside darling”. Made me wonder how protective the Maheswaran’s were of their baby.

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hello, it’s gabrielle! (or brie, as some of you know me as) i don’t really do the whole concept of follow forevers but!!! here’s my own mutual appreciation post because you are all so dear to me, even though i don’t express it as much as i feel. thank you all for being in my life and i hope you know that even though i’m the Worst at being affectionate, you matter a lot to me and i remember all of you fondly!

legend:
☼ ; we don’t interact much but i appreciate your presence on my dashboard! you’re a wonderful burst of sunshine that brightens up my day when i see you
❀ ; we interact every now n then and although we’re not that close, thank you for the short exchanges we have, you’re a precious petal and i wish you all the best always!
; we’re somewhat close, but i’d definitely like to get to know you better! you’re amazing and i hope you know i’m always here for you
♡ ; thank you for tolerating me on this hellsite (and in some cases outside of it), you have a special place in the crevices of my heart and a space at the back of my mind devoted to you. not enough words can describe how much i love you!!
; you are a kind soul that i always happen to see and i admire you for making others feel loved and appreciated. you’re a kind of starlight that radiates with affection and care!

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Ezra Amell OC Meme

⚔ FLAWS

moody | greedy | short-tempered | selfish | emotionally unstable | whiny | controlling | conceited | possessive | paranoid | lies | impatient | cowardly | bitter power-hungry | lazy | judgmental | forgetful | impulsive | vengeful | stubborn | sadistic | unlucky | over analytical | petty 

♛ STRENGTHS

honest | trustworthy | thoughtful | caring | brave | patient | selfless | ambitious | tolerant | lucky | intelligent | confident | focused | humble | generous | merciful | observant | wise | clever | charming | cheerful | optimistic | decisive | adaptive | calm

Certainty

Originally posted by misunderstood-adventures

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (ft. Steve)

Content/Warnings: angst; fluff

Words: 1645

A/N: I’ve got a Bucky Barnes soulmate AU here for you. Obviously a bit of an AU from canon, but hey, I couldn’t help myself. This is set after CA:TWS. It was requested by anon for 15. Your soulmate’s scars appear on your body (and vise versa). Enjoy, guys!


You have had the ugly scar that ringed around your shoulder since birth. It was jagged, and looked old, as if it had happened a long time ago. Your parents were concerned, understandabley, and only slightly less so when the doctor stated that it wasn’t yours, but rather your soulmate’s instead. You seemed to always be getting some sort of new scar. Most faded, but there were some that looked suspiciously like bullet wounds. And you couldn’t help but notice that other than the scar around your shoulder, your left arm never received any sort of marks compared to the rest of your body.

The first person you ever showed that scar to, outside of your parents and the doctor, was Steve. You had first met Steve, or Captain America, as he was better known, when he was fresh out of the ice. Fury requested that you take him in, teach him about the new world he lived in, until he could get on his feet. Steve was the perfect gentleman, and despite the fact that you were born decades apart you struck up an instant friendship. You had ended up showing the scar on accident, when you had left your room in a tank top in search of your hoodie.

“Y/N?” Steve had asked, brow scrunching together in curious confusion, eyes finding the noticeable scar immediately. “What happened?”

You shrugged. The feeling of discomfort you expected never came. Probably because Steve was never one to make anyone, least of all you, uncomfortable. “Don’t know. It’s not mine, it’s my soulmate’s.”

“Oh,” He said simply. You thought you caught a glimmer of sadness in his eyes, but you didn’t pry, and neither did he.

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to anyone who lives in the uk or anywhere in europe and didnt go to the first secret session, please have hope that there well and truly could be more where that came from, and that either way, there is still tumblr and insta to reach out to t for the time being, and we will have the world tour to come. please never lose hope, for the best things come unexpected.

to anyone who lives in a country that t has never visited/toured, please never lose faith in her ability to swap things up this era and to reach out to as many of you as possible. also remember we have tumblr and insta and the new app to utilise. she’ll do everything in her power to meet as many of you as she possibly can.

to my fellow aussies, please keep the positive vibes going for an event to be made here, but also try to not get your hopes up as we probably did last time haha. we’re so lucky to have her come here so often, and to have her even take a holiday here last year (!!!!) we are very grateful to have her tour here every single time, and i’m so incredibly excited to go to a few shows this time!

and finally to anyone who constantly doubts meeting taylor, she’s just proven that she may never touch a single thing of yours but can know everything about you. we truly will never know just how much she knows and how many people she keeps up with, but what we DO know is that she cares more about us than anything in the world, and it’s us who have gotten her to where she is today. so please always keep the faith - after all, she’s always 2 steps ahead of the game :)

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So I saw a post about how Kravitz isn’t super great at his job. I thought about it a bit, and then came to the conclusion that Kravitz isn’t a normal Reaper. At least, not as far as the Raven Queen usually makes them.

Now, a normal Grim Reaper is probably something like somebody who dualclassed as a Fighter/Wizard. I don’t know if that’s possible in usual D&D terms, but I’d imagine that this sort of dualclassing makes them fairly durable and strong, with a fair amount of magical power behind them. Against people like Edward and Lydia, maybe Brody or even Gaia Sash!Sloane? That’s a good matchup. Power against power.

But picture this: You are the Raven Queen. In your tome of the dead, which lists all names of the living within its pages, you see a trio of names. They travel together, as they’re listed as working for some military organization. They’ve died anywhere from eight to fifty times over - and nobody has brought them in yet. Either your minions are slacking, or these guys are competent. Do you send the above Reaper to fight these people? No.

Because there are any number of possibilities here. Demigods? Possible. Anti-Reaper tactics? Possible. Liches? Possible. Magical armour, weapons and items? Very possible, in this era. Frankly put, the Reaper I listed above is actually really badly suited to this situation.

So you send somebody like Kravitz in. He’s not your typical Reaper, not super strong physically or magically. Instead, Kravitz is almost the opposite of that. Charming, handsome, why, that almost sounds like what a conductor should be? Kravitz is a Bard/Rogue sort of guy. He’s not too strong - but then he doesn’t need to be. Give him some nice words, a few escape routes - the perfect scout.

Kravitz is a pretty big idiot in a fight, I’ll give you that. But soon after they meet up, Taako and Kravitz start having their thing and Taako just bares his fucking soul for this Grim Reaper. Mutters about how he thinks nobody will have him. And while Merle and Magnus don’t have much in the way of major talks with him, it’s clear that they at least trust the guy.

So now, instead of a dead Grim Reaper, the Raven Queen is getting info about what these guys are. Not gods or magical item havers or what have you. But they’re making sure the world doesn’t implode, so fine - they get a pass for now. And if they ever fuck up? Well, the Raven Queen has the perfect knife hanging right above their necks, doesn’t she?

It goes even further than that - post Story and Song, Kravitz mentions having to talk to Lup and Barry about the whole being a lich thing. And honestly, thinking about it, part of me just thinks the Raven Queen went “Sure, be my new reapers and you get to live. You start work in a week.” and then left it at that. Because think about this.

The IPRE gang are super big news now. Yeah, she loses out on the whole element of surprise involving her two new Reapers, but Lup is WAY stronger than her average reaper, and Barry is a necromancer who knows their habits and is infinitely more talented in the field than anyone else she has on staff. Not only that, but they’re still pretty tight with the other IPRE people, who are tightly connected with a bunch of other people.

Taako is a brand, so if he asks you answer. Merle is raising the next generation of adventurers. Magnus is a world class fighter, and probably meets all sorts of new people. Lucretia forms the new BoB and essentially becomes the global government. Davenport travels, and has contacts in almost every port of call.

Angus Mcdonald, the world’s greatest detective. Ren, who goes on to take control of the Taako School of Magic. By extension, Refuge will always be willing to lend a hand to THB. Sloane and Hurley in Goldcliff, have equal connections to the criminal underworld and law enforcement. Lucas Miller, while not in the Raven Queen’s good books, still a damn good scientist who made a floating lab. Carey Fangbattle who comes from a family of strong warriors, and her wife Killian, who probably goes on to start a kickass combat dojo later in life. Thanks to THB, she’s got a foot in the door with Istus if you know what I mean, Pan will have a chat with her via proxy with Merle, and finally, if she ever needs a Reaper in the plane of thought? Hello there, Joaquin.

So at the end of this, just for sending in her kinda crappy Reaper and letting three random goons off the hook for dying a bunch, she’s got an information network that spreads across… Basically anywhere that happens to have mortal lives. For letting an idiot wizard, a buff dude and a crappy cleric off the hook, the Raven Queen now has the farthest reach of any deity in the last thousand years - that’s something not even the Gods of Good and Evil can claim to have.

And THAT is why she keeps Kravitz on staff.

I just noticed...

Whenever Ciel met with Queen Victoria for a private audience…

she was always with just the Double Charles…

John Brown was nowhere to be seen…

even though he might generally show up after the audience was over with…

But you know, it makes sense since he’s described as her aide, maybe he supposedly doesn’t have his place whenever the Queen meets with her watchdog, which is why only her butlers stay.

EXCEPT…

…in ch108, because it went the other way around when the Queen met with Sieglinde and they discussed possibilities for war weapons. This time the Double Charles didn’t stay but John Brown did and assisted to the meeting with Sieglinde. 

It’s also at the same time that he said this…

…after Ciel tried to double cross them and to hide from the Queen the true nature of Sieglinde’s latest invention. 

Conclusion? Nothing new, but just to add on the theory that Brown is probably not just a simple “aide” to Victoria, but rather one of the main reasons…

…she’s so powerful and shady herself.

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anonymous asked:

Jily AU: Your photos keep showing up on my iPhone, and the internet helped me track you down. Now we’re kind of celebrities, and also I think you’re hot. (Inspired by "I Followed My Stolen iPhone Across The World, Became A Celebrity In China, And Found A Friend For Life" on Buzzfeed)

The article can be found here. I recommend it. It’s a wild ride. Some liberties were taken with the prompt. 

Because James is a fucking idiot, his phone gets stolen.

He knows he’s a rowdy drunk and he knows the three word mantra any university student needs when they go out (‘phone-cash-keys’) but Sirius has bet that he can take more Jägerbombs than James and he’s never been able to back down from a challenge. He doesn’t even think twice about whether his phone is in the pocket of his jeans or his coat, the latter of which he leaves at the table. He swears Peter is sitting there when he leaves, but when he comes back ten minutes later and a whole lot dizzier, the table is empty, coat and all.

He and Sirius find Peter later, crouched over a toilet and heaving with Remus patting his back. James has the decency to wait until his friend is done vomiting to ask, “Pete, d’you have my phone?”

If possible, Peter gets greener. “Sorry,” is all he gets out before shaking his head and clutching his stomach.

Peter ends up feeling worse about the whole thing than James does. James is upset to have lost all his pictures and apps, and he’s livid at the wanker who decided to grab his phone, but ultimately, he can afford a new phone and he can take new pictures, so in a few months he’ll likely get over it. But Peter insists that because James left his phone with him, it’s Peter who owes him a new one.

James attempts to refuse. Peter doesn’t have the kind of money to replace his phone, and James isn’t about to put that on him.

“My friend Dung knows how to get an iPhone for dirt cheap,” Peter claims, and reluctantly, James agrees.

And so it begins.

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this is really weird for me because I started this tumblr when I was in high school in like 9th or 10th grade or something and now I’m in college and I’m so different and this blog has been there with me and now somehow has half a million people following it

I remember being so excited whenever one of my posts got a couple hundred notes or so way back in the beginning lol thank you so much for anyone that’s still following me throughout these years or even if you’re a new follower! I don’t know why anyone ever thought it was a good idea to let me have any semblance of influence but I love you all very much thank you