this has a lot of tags

tbh honestly, to be tbh, keith is a kid.
he’s a kid who has lost a lot of family. hes an orphan who met [shiro] someone kind enough to take him in as family, who wants to take him in as family, just to watch him disappear and abandon him like everyone else has - and not just once - but twice. 

his reactions and feelings are 100% valid imo and he has the right to be this upset. ESPECIALLY with everyone telling him they’ll get a new black paladin like….that’s fucking heart breaking. his only family is gone and everyone around him wants to replace him without blinking an eye? 


So i just wanted to warn my followers who like Fairy Tail that when the spoilers come out, I’ll post A LOT OF SPOILERS. So if you don’t want to see any of it, i’ll be tagging “ft spoilers” so you can block it or something (I don’t even know if it’s possible. I hope so!). I can’t believe this will be our last FT chapter 😭 I’m still not ready

Originally posted by toqaahmed

welp, it’s that time of year again

another birthday, another year

officially survived on this crazy earth for a quarter of a century, you guys

let’s see if i make it to half huh?

haha morbidity aside, this really has been a crazy year for me all around

i’ve lost a lot of people i cared about, but i’ve gained more to care for as well. i’ve made so many new friends this year. i joined a few lovely communities. it’s been a series of highs and lows but every high made the lows worth it, y’know?

i just wanted to thank all my followers, and especially all my friends. even if you don’t think you’ve done anything for me, just being there means something. likes, reblogs, replies, tags, messages, asks- even if we don’t talk, if you decided to follow me for whatever reason, thank you.

thank you to those who inspire me. thank you to those who have been there for me. thank you to those who have put up with me. i hope you guys stick around a while longer.

sorry (not sorry) if it’s vain or narcissistic or selfish to say, but it’s the only day i can get away with it: happy birthday to me.

here’s to hoping the next year is a little easier, but no less wild.

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

also a small shoutout to my closest and dearest peeps and all the wonders we’ve made together: thank you for brightening my life.

Ro, Dante, Grimmy, Al, Avel, Amy; you guys know who you are.

@fantismal and @eltrkbarbarella

@angstphilosophy @trulymightypotato @theparadoxicalfox @randomringwrites @thatoneperson98122 @purrtlepuff


blushy-bunny  asked:

Are there anymore underwater animatronics that are similar to the Disney sea serpent? They freak me out so much, but I'm so interested in them!

Hiya. yeah there’s definitely something very creepily fascinating about underwater animatronics. I can think of a few.

So the submarine voyage ride has lots of other animatronics apart from the sea serpent and is a personal favourite of mine. Here’s the tag:

There’s also 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, another Disney ride which has lots of animatronics and a sea serpent:

There is this old Moby Dick ride which featured a giant whale that would pop out of the water. It was located in a in a theme park called Pleasure Island in Massachusetts which closed in 1969 . Some people think the whale may still be under the water.

and Nessie, from the 1969 film The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes:

If anyone can think of more then please add them :)

Tools and Things

Pairing: Bruce Banner x Reader

Request: Anon. asked: Ooh can you do a Bruce Banner fic with prompt 38? Thank you

Prompt #38: You are such a nerd.

Warnings: Nothing, just pure fluff, and adorableness. (I felt like Brucie needs some happiness)

Word count: 1102

Summary: Reader comes home from a three-month mission as a field medic, healing the Avengers in action, when needed. It’s nearly Christmas, so the pair wants to spend as much time together as possible before the reader has to leave again. 

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing this one. It’s kind of unusual, but I love it.
The setting is in winter, mostly because that’s my favorite season and I’m really hating the heat right now. (Lollllll I’m dying)

/////Let me know if you want to be tagged in my work!

“You’ll never catch me!” I shout breathlessly, running through the halls of the base in fuzzy socks and pajamas. Bruce trails behind, struggling to maintain a fast pace with his new pair of socks. I slide just in time to round a corner, fumbling slightly. A thud and a groan catch my attention. Slowing to a stop and looking back, I find Bruce on his side, pushing himself back up. 

I’m hunched over, hair in my face and hands on my knees when a wave of giggles erupt. He looks up eyes wide and smirking. I immediately put a hand to my mouth to cover the snickering.
“Are you laughing at me?” He chuckles as he gets to his feet once again, his eyes meeting mine from across the hall. 

I shake my head, desperately trying to control myself.

“Come here, you,” he starts running towards me. It takes a minute to process what’s happening, and then I take off in the other direction, running into the lounge area. 

Laughter and squeals echo throughout, drawing some attention from a certain captain and his bird friend. 

“Are they always like this?” Sam asks, taking a sip of his coffee as he watches the pair of us chasing each other and jumping over the couches, only to trip over something and scramble back to our feet again. 

“Only around the holidays,” Cap sighs, as he too, take a sip of his coffee. 

Suddenly, the science geek’s feet slide out from under him as he attempts to round the side of the couch to grab me. I take that as an opportunity to hurry up the stairs, taking a quick glance out the windows at the gentle falling snow, before sprinting up the last set, Bruce quickly catching up. 

Through laughter and panting, I run through the level, Bruce nearly close enough to tackle me. I act fast, putting my hand on the nearest door frame and pulling myself in when Bruce goes sliding past. I hurry into the room, just realizing where we had ended up; the lab. 

Tony stands in front of a projected computer screen almost as tall as the room itself. He turns his upper half to catch me gliding towards the work station in the middle of the room. I close my eyes, breathing heavily, placing my hands down on its surface. My hair falling over my face as I chuckle slightly. Tony, still bewildered, opens his mouth to say something when Bruce comes rushing in, stopping in his tracks when he meets his friend’s eyes. 

“Come on, (y/n), I’m going to get you eventu-….heyyy Tony,” He scratches his neck awkwardly. 

“What- what’s up?” He stutters, shifting his eyes from the billionaire’s to mine and back again. 

“I could ask you the same thing, Banner,” Tony crosses his arms, smirking at the two of us while I’m patting my hair down and straightening my t-shirt out.

“We were just uh,” He looks away, not knowing what to say. 

“It’s all good Green Giant, I have security cameras, remember?” Tony points out, grinning. Bruce just looks away, his face turning a slight shade of red. I tuck my hair behind my ear, playing with the strings on my plaid shorts.

“And well, as for what I’m doing, I’m working on the project we were supposed to be working on today,” Tony turns around, waving his hands in front of the holographic screen, causing some formulas and equations to appear.

The Avenger steps forward, analyzing the data intently before turning to Tony, confused.

“But I thought you said we would start tomorrow, not today.”

Tony smiles, reaching out to pat Bruce’s shoulder, before leaning in slightly to look him in the eye, “I did,” he shrugs, “because it’s not every day she gets to come home,” Tony gestures towards my oblivious self, messing with some tools lying out. “So I figured you should enjoy your time with her before she has to go on her mission after the holidays.” 

Bruce glances over at me, smiling in adoration as I meddle with some of the contraptions. He looks back at Tony, “Thank you,” Bruce mutters.

“Hey, Tony?” I interrupt. Tony gives Bruce one last pat before making his way across the room to me. 

“What’s this?” I inquire when he reaches me, holding up a moderately sized metal object.

“Oh, don’t mess with that. It’s unstable…” Bruce rushes over to take the object from my hands, gently setting it down out of my reach. Tony snickers, putting his hand on his forehead. 

“Why, what is it?” I ask, suddenly intrigued.

“It’s a bomb that you should not be messing with,”  Bruce shoots me a glare, which causes Tony to burst out laughing. 

“Bruce, Bruce, that bomb is deactivated it’s not going to do anything,” Tony tries to reassure his friend, but it doesn’t work. 

“Tony, it’s a prototype bomb. We don’t want it going off and vaporizing everything within a sixty-mile radius.”

“The palladium charge was cut when we started tinkering with it. It can’t go off unless somebody decides it’s a good idea to shoot it.”

Here I sit, in a lab with a bomb, and a pair of science geeks arguing. I’m home after being on a long mission, it’s nearly Christmas, and it’s snowing. Life cannot get any better than this. 

“Well I’m going to have to stop you two there, may I remind you that I am a medical officer. I don’t understand all of these scientific terms,” I cross my arms and lean my hip against the surface, letting a grin makes its way across my lips. 

“And I obviously don’t know what half of these tools and things are,” I gesture to the work area, parts and components scattered along its surface. 

Tools and things? This,” Bruce holds up a computer chip, laced with hexagons. “is a backup drive for F.R.I.D.A.Y. And this is a more efficient palladium reactor that can power one of Tony’s suits,” He points out, getting lost in his little world of technology. He only stops when I wrap my arms around his neck, looking into his brown eyes.

“You are such a nerd,” I say simply before placing a chaste kiss on his cheek. 

“Aw, this one’s going in the family album.” Tony stands behind us, tucking his phone in his pocket. 

I laugh before turning back to Bruce, “I’m going to make some hot chocolate, do you want some?” 

He nods and follows me out the door before turning to Tony and mouthing another “Thank you.”

Shockingly Simple Pt. 2 (Peter x Reader)

Request: anonymous asked:
Hi can you please do a peter parker x reader where they are best friends, but she is tony Starks daughter. And after a mission goes wrong she gets powers and freaks out, she starts sneaking out and making wrong choices but peter helps her get through the tough time. Sorry if this doesn’t make any sense 😊

Word Count: 2,381 

Warnings: Some swearing

A/N: Here’s part 2! (And it’s my 100th post apparently… whaaatttt??!!) Anyway sorry it’s long I got a bit carried away but i’m really happy with how this turned out! also part one has like over 90 notes, holy crap guys! unfortunately this isn’t proofread much so if you find grammar and spelling errors then wups :/

Once again thank you to the anon who requested this I had a lot of fun writing it (as you can see lol)  anyway hope you guys like it ❤️

Tag(s): @davros2004

Part 1

Four months.

Four months since you didn’t listen to your better judgement. Four months since you felt yourself ripped apart. Four months since you felt like your life was ripped apart as well.

You leaned against the subway pole as it lurched to a stop. Careful to keep your head down, you stepped onto the empty platform and headed for the stairs leading to the buzzing city above. Walking into the cool evening air, the buzzing got louder and louder. You could practically feel the electricity around you screaming, pushing towards you. You tried your best to calm down, to repel that energy away. You hoped no one else could notice the lights you approached grow just a few shades brighter, then dim back down as you passed.

Trying to appear casual, you shoved your hands into your pockets. You normally hated doing this, as it felt like you were an easier target with your hands trapped. As you approached the crosswalk, you noticed Delmar’s was still open. You saw the owner counting the day’s earnings on the counter. The ‘Open’ sign felt warm, even from this far, and you were oh so tempted. Was it worth the risk? A fresh corned beef on rye with crisp pickles in exchange for your exposure? You knew your dad wasn’t surveilling this place; it was too obvious a place for you to go. But another red-clad hero… your name was sure to come across his ears sooner or later if you went in.

Ah fuck it, you thought. You hadn’t had a decent meal in ages. As you walked through the door, you sensed the sign’s hum slightly quicken, and like your mood, lit up just a little brighter.

“Miss (Y/N)!” Mr. Delmar greeted.

“Hey Mr. Delmar,” you responded timidly, forcing your smile to shorten into a grimace. Keep it quick, (Y/N). Keep it quick. “Can I just get a number seven, please?”

“Coming right up!” Mr. Delmar turned to the deli slicer. “Haven’t seen you ‘round here much lately,” he called back to you.

You tilted your head up just a little. “Yeah, been kinda running around a lot, busy,” you shrugged.

Mr. Delmar reached into the cabinet for the pickles. “Well you gotta come ‘round more often. Miss seeing you and Parker. I mean I know you’re busy but you gotta make time for your friends, too, you know.”

“Does he not come here as often?” you asked, confused.

“Nah, started coming less and less a little after you stopped showing up. Same excuse as you, busy.”

You felt a pang of guilt. You knew his ‘busy’ was him busy searching for you. You wanted to reach out to him, you really did. To tell him that you were okay, that you could do so many cool things, but also how lost you’d been feeling, how lonely it was.

Mr. Delmar appeared at the counter, holding the long-awaited plastic bag. “One corned-beef on rye, extra pickles,” he smiled.

Reaching over, you grinned, a whiff of the amazing decadence catching your nose, “Thanks, Mr. Delmar.” You pulled a bill out of your pocket, careful to not let the others spill out.

He leaned on the counter. “Hope to see you soon, (Y/N),” he called to your back.

You turned your head back, replying, “Me, too!” You felt the door swing closed behind you. “More than you know,” you muttered.

As you rounded the corner, you felt a small surge of intense energy rushing down behind you. Before you could turn to confirm what it was, the ground left your feet, and your breath was lost in the wind. You felt the excited energy around you yearning to leave the shiny red metal and enter you. So you let it. Slowly. Just slow enough to cause your rise to turn into a descent. You could vaguely hear the warning alarms in the helmet advising low energy. Your captor glided to a nearby rooftop, and you shoved his hold on you off.

“Should’ve known,” the face of the helmet disappeared, revealing the baggy-eyed, worried-eyed, clearly-not-getting-enough-sleep-and-is-worried-grimace of your dad. “You were always a sucker for Delmar’s.” Okay, so maybe he was surveilling the shop. “Is that your usual?”

You clutched the bag in your hand tighter. “What do you want?”

“What do I want?” he blinked. “I need you to stop running around like some vigilante—”

“It’s no different that what we did before!”

“It is when you’re an unsupervised kid, running around with some freaky electricity powers, playing judge, jury, and executioner!”

“I haven’t executed anybody! And don’t call me ‘kid’ when you let me go on Avenger’s missions—”

“You wanna tell that to the two robbers in the ICU?”

“They shot innocent people!”

“So what, an eye for an eye? That’s not how the system works, (Y/N)!”

“Since when did we care about the damn system?!”

“Since we signed those accords!”

“I didn’t sign them!” you retorted. “And I sure as hell won’t be now, because they’re a stupid and a waste of time! I’m not letting some politicians with an agenda to make themselves look good use me, and compromise what should be done for the good of others!”

“That’s not the point of bringing you in!”

You blinked and took a staggered step back. “So you were gonna turn me in,” you murmured. You would’ve never thought your own dad, even out of fear, would’ve turned you in to be imprisoned and tested like some lab rat.

“No, (Y/N), I was going to relocate you so we could figure out—”

Relocate me?!” you screeched. You could feel your fingertips tingling with a thousand molecular needles.

“So we could help you!” Tony howled in desperation.

“So locking me in a rubber room, that was supposed to somehow help me?” you squinted at him, not believing the shit coming out of his mouth. You clenched your fists. Nearby the street lamps flickered oh so slightly. “You’re supposed to care and nurture me, and tell me everything’s okay and help me deal with what’s happened! Not banish me to solitary confinement as if I’m some disease! Not have me poked and prodded and isolated from my life!”

Your dad stepped towards you, but you kept the distance between you the same. “I didn’t want anyone getting hurt,” he solemnly explained. “I didn’t know what would hurt you or what would happen if certain things got too close to you—”

“What like, like, a fucking lightbulb? You thought I couldn’t at least have some control?! I know I wasn’t supposed to have this shit done to me, but you could—”

“Damn right it wasn’t supposed to happen, (Y/N)! You weren’t supposed to directly touch that thing!”

“It was supposed to be simple; I didn’t think it’d turn me into a lightning bolt!”

“I thought I raised you to have better judgement than to—”

“Better judgement?!” you cried. “Is that what you were using when you pretty much imprisoned me?”

“I didn’t know what would happen! How you would handle it!”

You scoffed. “Well then you obviously don’t know me,” you seethed through clenched teeth. You turned away from your dad and stepped onto the ledge, holding out a hand behind you to stop him from advancing any further. “Thanks, dad. Really. I thought this conversation was going to go horrible but it wasn’t all that bad. At least now I know it’s not worth it to consider going back,” your placid voice dripped with sarcasm, betrayal, and anguish.

“(Y/N),” Tony warned. You replied by drawing in all the energy from his suit. You felt every last spark fly from him to you. Mustering this new energy, you surged it within you. You tensed, feeling the pulsing become more frenzied, more excited, and that familiar heat spread through you. You concentrated a little harder, and heard a softer hum that sounded much farther away.

You turned your head back to look at your dad one last time. “Bye, dad,” you sighed. You released the pent up stress, fear, and resentment in the form of white-hot electricity. Your body dissipated into a million tiny currents, rushing to that far away, soft hum as if it were a magnet.

Once you had re-formed into a (somewhat) normal human being next to a dim street lamp, you were grateful to find that you had managed to reform with your clothes and your precious sandwich. The first few times you had used your new powers to ‘teleport’, it didn’t go as smoothly. You also noticed that transporting via — electricity? — was less painful this time. Maybe it was because the pain of the past four months overshadowed it.

You walked over to a bus stop a few yards away and immediately crumpled onto it, plopping the bag next to you. Knowing you hadn’t traveled far, it wouldn’t take your dad long to find you. You were debating whether to rest up for a long jump, or just jump a few more short distances, when, for the second time that night, you were whisked off your feet.

“Oh for FUCKS SAKE!” you yelled into the night.

You relaxed, ready to let in the electricity again, but felt nothing. It was then you realized the familiarity of the comfy cotton hugging your cheek, the sturdy arms clutching your waist, and the soft scent of cookies and faint cologne. Your heart rate picked up again, and your stomach dropped even further.

Once your feet felt a sturdy ground beneath them, the arm around you loosened, but didn’t drop.

“Peter?” you breathed, barely audible.


You flung your arms around his torso, squeezing as hard as you could, and nestled your head on his shoulder. He wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you close, resting his head in the crook of your neck. As you took in his scent, you squeezed your hands into fists, to stop the tingling that was growing in your fingers. You concentrated on the even breaths you could feel warming your neck.  

Warnings nagged at the back of your mind. Dad could’ve sent him. How’d he know where I was? Dad probably did send him.

“Why are you here?” you mumbled into his shirt.

“To make sure you’re ok,” he replied.

“How’d you find me?”

Peter didn’t answer right away. He knew where this would lead once he revealed it. After hearing what happened between you and Tony, he was afraid of what might happen between you two. But he couldn’t avoid the question.

“Your dad—”

Your arms went limp, and you stepped back from the embrace. You glanced up at his dark eyes that were full of relief and worry.  

“Look,” he pleaded. “All he did was say that he found you at Delmar’s. I just went there then followed you.”

You crossed your arms, frowning, “So you heard all of that?”

“Only a little,” his head drooped.

“Are they hearing this now?”

“No,” he muttered. “This old thing doesn’t have coms,” he gestured to his old ensemble.

You took a deep breath, “Look, I know you’re probably gonna try to convince me to come back and all that, so let me save you the effort.” It was your turn to lower your head, avoiding eye contact. “I’m not going back. Okay? I just… I just can’t. Especially after what I’ve done. I mean, I hate to admit it, but my dad had a point. I’ve taken it too far; not like I can’t control… this—” you gestured to yourself, “—but…” You walked over to an air condition unit and plopped down. Suddenly you remembered, “Shit, where’s my sandwich?!”

Peter shuffled over and sat next to you. He fumbled with his mask. “So, what’re you gonna do then?” he whispered. “I mean, what about school? You know? What about Ned and Michelle? What about the team? What about m—” he suddenly halted his panicked ramble.

“I dunno,” you furrowed your brows, shrugging. “I’ve lasted this long…” But you were wondering what would you do? You remembered how lonely you’d felt, how scared you’d been. You’d constantly have to hide and be on the run, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to live like that for the rest of your life.

Peter took a deep breath and swiveled to face you. “Well, um, I know you’re really serious about not going back to the team and your dad and all that, and pretty much cutting yourself off, but… well… I’d hate for you to just be constantly running and hiding, you know? Not knowing whether you’ve been caught or not.”

You cocked your head at him, “So?”

“What if…” he began, “you maybe… I dunno. What if you just, kinda, lay low at my place for a while?” His voice rose a few octaves at that last word, his question full of sincerity but unsure. “I-I mean, May wouldn’t mind, like at all, I know that. And no one would know! I wouldn’t tell anyone, and neither would May…”

You considered it for a moment. It all sounded so promising, but part of you was doubtful. That nagging voice in the back of your head, that voice you should’ve listened to four months ago. But it was quieter now. Maybe you should ignore it again. After all, what stakes were you facing now? Nothing but a friend to lose. Nothing much more to gain, either, but still…

“Come on,” Peter begged. “At least until we figure something out, like what to do, who to talk to…?”

Your eyebrows raised just a little, a little hopeful, “No one else would know?”

“No one else,” Peter shook his head. “Simple.”

You let go a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding and gave in. You shifted your body completely to face Peter and pulled him into another tight embrace. His arms once again enveloped your torso, and you both nuzzled your heads on each other’s shoulders. “Alright,” you sighed. He pulled you closer and you did the same. You turned your head, your nose touching his neck. You whispered, smug, “But first, you owe me a sandwich.”


@patsywalker tagged me to do top 6 pics of me this year so far, so, uh, have some Moments! i explain some more in the captions, so, click if u want context, or whatever.

this year of Me In Photos has been a lot about tryin 2 celebrate my smile&my laugh, bc i was really insecure abt them growing up! i had a lot of issues w/ my face that i’m tryin to get over and learn to love, and selfies, yknow. actually help with that a lot. anyways.

uh. i tag @charlotebronte  @roswellreprise @ludgatelatte @drdanielfaraday and whoever else wants 2 do it!

Bullshit about me

Tagged by @another-2p-blog

Tagging: @louisvuittontrashbags @hypaalicious @dirtyffxvconfession @louisvuittontrashbags @internet-jesus @mistressoli @ponkita @sonsoflucis, actually, make that everyone from Discord cause there’s too many to tag.

name: Danielle

nickname: Dani

height: 5′6″

zodiac: Aries

personality description: tries to be funny, pretty laid back, acts tough but has a custard-y center, extremely addictive personality, tries to be sensitive to other’s feelings, too trusting sometimes, into lots of weird ass shit and is always expanding my interests in weird ass shit.

physical description: Pale motherfucker, bobbed red and black hair, nose, ear, nipple, and genital piercings, butts, boobs, hips, and a tummy

favourite animal: Octopus and bats. :3

favourite mythical creature: Vampire

what mythical creature you want to be: VAMPIRE GODDAMNIT

favourite music artist(s): The Birthday Massacre, Rammstein, Depeche Mode, Bauhaus, Michael Jackson, Korn…to name a few.

favourite song: “Red Stars” by The Birthday Massacre, “Africa” by Toto, and “Everybody (Backstreet’s Back)” by The Backstreet Boys

why did you choose your url: Because this blog started out as a collection of Diabolik Lover’s trash.

do you have any other blogs: I have @bagofsluts which I abandoned.

favourite colours: Black, purple, and red.

average hours of sleep: 4-5…maybe.

how many blankets do you sleep with: 3

who do you wanna sleep with (nsfw): Ardyn, Ignis, Jumin Han, Alucard (Hellsing), Reiji (Diabolik Lovers), Ruki (Diabolik Lovers), probably any incarnation of Dracula tbh, 

who do you wanna sleep with (sfw): Everyone on the previous question.  Or any of the Chocobros.  I wouldn’t kick any of them out.

if you had one wish: Be able to quit my job and just write.

what fictional universe would you like to visit/ live: Eos.  If Ardyn wants to kill me I would be honored.

description of your crush (fictional or not, don’t say who it is): haaaaaah

10 Songs

Okay I was tagged by @ntbogoni for sure for this a while back and I think also @himluv and @blacksheep33512 and I was just tagged by @samfishers as well! I wasn’t really vibing on any music, but now that I’ve started a new story, I found what music mood I’m in! So I figured I’d just go ahead and share my Blue Haze playlist because I’m currently vibing to all those songs! *It’s more than ten lol* Songs in bold I’m really obsessed with at the moment!

Haze- Amber Run
Gone- Phlake/Alina Baraz (This has been on repeat A LOT lol)
Show Me- Alina Baraz/Galimatias
Fantasy-  Alina Baraz/Galimatias
Make You Feel-  Alina Baraz/Galimatias

We Have it All- Pim Stones (WHY DO THEY NOT HAVE MORE MUSIC?!)
Bedroom Wall- Banks
Waiting Game- Banks
Chunks- Phlake
May Be-  Phlake
Moldavia-  Phlake
Stallin’-  Phlake
Something Better-  Phlake
Breakup Business-  Phlake
New Slow-  Phlake
Dress Off-  Phlake
Another Love Song- Ne-Yo
Silence Sluggo x Loote Remix- Mike Posner
A Lonely Night- The Weeknd (Um not sure what’s on youtube, but I jam to the faster one from the album?? Weird couldn’t find the right one on youtube lol)
Away From Me- CHINAH
Down For You- Ta-ku/Alina Baraz
Shackled Up- Alex Vargas
Black Mambo- Glass Animals
Late Night- ODESZA
Rennen- SOHN
Moon Watcher- Ishi
Emotional Hard Drive- Ishi
Solid Ground- Alex Vargas
Passionfruit- Drake (I’m just really digging this beat!!!)

ohgoodlawdthefangirlssarecoming  asked:

About the prompts, here is my idea. Allure finds a planet similar to earth, and they baisicly decide to have a beach day. Lance has a lot of scars and some arm tattoos, but uses a really good makeup to cover them. Lance goes surfing for whatever reason, gets hit by a big wave, and makeup comes off. Small amount Klance and a little langst follows.

I am writing this, I’ve just been busy so it’s taking a little bit. It should be up today though, I’ll tag you :)

yall: you should ABSOLUTELY NOT SHIP any pairing that has the potential to be incest or has hints of incest!!!

me: i get where ur coming from but please realize that there are a lot of aspects as to why people may ship “siblings” in fiction. 1) mlm or wlw fictional relationships that are so deep and loving that are written off as siblings because writers arent willing to make them queer. 2) the characters grew up together and when theyre young theyre not going to understand romantic attraction, so they say its a sibling like relationship, 3) a lot of the time its compulsory heterosexuality that makes their deep connection feel like it should be familial, and 4) its literally not real stop policing what people do. indulging in something in fiction doesnt mean they support it in real life because there is a very fine line between fiction and reality. 

in response to @redinfernodemon asking “what happened” to make me hate the su fandom now

  • constant, unending discourse
  • su critical blogs and posts around any given corner ready to complain about anything and everything
  • people demonizing characters that the show has portrayed as good, if with a few flaws, just so that THEIR villain characters (cough jasper cough) and flawed ships (cough j.aspidot cough) can look like pure and smol and sweet beans that did nothing wrong
  • ship tags getting flooded with hate just because they conflict with a ship that particular person loves
  • people misreading things and accepting them as canon despite what people who have actual experience in the thing say
  • me getting CONSTANT hate whenever i write ANYTHING steven universe related because i don’t write jasper as a cinnamon roll and i write a lot of l.apidot
  • people treating this silly little cartoon like life and death, sending each other death threats, hating each other, etc.
  • my friends getting hurt by people sending them hate over the su content that they create

basically i don’t think the su fandom deserves any of the immense effort i put into my fics anymore. it doesn’t deserve any effort besides a reblog every now and then.

Judas Touch Pt 5

Sincerest apologies for my scatterbrain. Whenever I sit down to write this my brain goes BUT WHAT IF DAUNTLESS WERE WEREWOLVES! WRITE THAT! Or I get ideas for the second story which is actually my first that I never continued past the basic outlines. 

SMUT warning, language warning and also violence warning because this character has a lot of violent thoughts.

tagging, as per request: @beautifulramblingbrains @beltz2016

Fuck Eric and his stupid face. Fuck Max. Fuck the fucking infirmary and all the wretched staff. They conspired against me and that is so not appreciated. I fell asleep on the ride back and when I woke up I was in the infirmary. Handcuffed to a cot and sedated. For my own good. The second I get out of these cuffs I will be leaving a trail of limbs behind all the way to the leadership offices.

Lucy, my nurse who is most definitely strung out on Amity serum, comes in with that chipper smile and bounce in her step that instantly sets my teeth on edge. She is the one that informed me that they had to run some tests before giving me a healing serum or anything other than small doses of the harmless painkillers half of our faction eats like candy. Because, you see, I had unprotected intercourse and could be pregnant.

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I was tagged by @king-kisu (tysm for tagging me)

Rules: Tag 15 people 

5 Things you’ll find in my bag:

1) Pens

2) Random papers with lists written on them 

3) Hair ties and bobby pins

4) Jolly Ranchers 

5) Portable Charger 

(I tried not to say mundane things like Headphones, keys, wallet because that’s boring lol. Some of my friends call me Mary Poppins because I have a lot of stuff in my bag lol.) 

5 Things you’ll find in my bedroom:

1) My Photography Umbrellas (two of them)

2) My Desk 

3) My Chalkboard 

4) My Memory wall ( It has pictures, notes, papers ext)

5) My Fish tank (The name of my fish is Win Win)

5 Things that I’ve always wanted to do:

1) overused but Travel. I rarely leave my room

2) Speak at least 5 languages (Getting there!)

3) Fall in love (My Zodiac and dreams both can support this fact lol)

4) Tutor or Teach (Although I am following a different career path I’d love to do this part time) (If anyone asked me to teach them something I know how to do I’d be so elated)

5) Write in a school newspaper (My school doesn’t have one :(  )

5 Things that make me feel happy:

1) Tea 

2) Writing

3) Taking pictures

4) Cooking 

5) Simple things (like a pen that clicks a different way)

5 Things I’m currently into:

1) Kpop

2) Studyblr

3) Fashion (Learning how its changed over the years as well as perfecting my own personal style. I lot of my friends say I dress super cute and really well but ???doubt ???) 

4) Cooking (I love making stuff. I took a gourmet class at a collage once that lasted a week and I had so much fun. Shout out to Chef Hill lmao)

5) Learning Languages 

5 Things on my to do list: 

1) Dye my hair

2) Start taking better notes

3) See Monsta X in concert again 

4) Move to a different country 

5) Buy more plants for my room 

I tag: @b0yf @erinthekpoptrashcan @nctisbias @slaytherinqueen @beautifulrepackage @learnkorean-kstudyblr and anyone else who wants to do it,,, I’m felling lazy lol (Just say I tagged you) 

kittyichooseyou  asked:

(Ah, this message is for the mun. I'm not sure if that carrot cake tag was in character or not but I wanted to say anyway) Carrot Cake would actually be a great dessert for All Might though!! Because carrots are sweet on their own, a carrot cake has plenty of natural sugars, and not necessarily as much added sugar as your average yellow cake. So it'd be much easier for someone who's had their stomach removed to digest. But in small servings still, of course.

(( 🥕 Sorry for the confusion! 🥕 Any posts within parentheses is out of character/mun speaking! I don’t plan to make a lot of ooc posts or tags unless its to compliment an artist!
I’m happy you agree with carrot cake being a good dessert for him!!! You hit the nail right on the head! I’d imagine All Might could only have a teeny slice or maybe even just a cupcake after his accident. )) 

tag game 2.0

hi! i was tagged by @mea-momento (thank you sm!!) to do this tag! i have done this tag before, but this reincarnation has different questions! p.s. you’re not lame love i read your tags don’t say that <3

rules: always post the rules; answer the questions given by the person who tagged you; write 11 questions of your own; tag 11 people or more

1. describe your perfect day.

i think just hanging out with some of my friends or my family, making memories and eating cheap food from the mall. and then going home and sleeping a lot because i love sleep

2. what’s your perfect pizza?

i don’t eat pizza very often, but i like plain cheese pizza. bonus if it’s stuffed crust im a slut for stuffed crust

3. what’s the strangest thing you have eaten?

i don’t eat many strange things, nor do i really understand what could classify as a strange food. i almost ate a frog leg, if that counts

4. do you like spicy food and why?

i don’t like most spicy foods; i didn’t grow up with it and i never built a tolerance to it, nor do i enjoy the sensation of my mouth being on fire

5. tell me about someone you envy.

i’m not sure if i envy anyone, since i try to keep negative feelings to a minimum, but i guess i envy those that have more books than me since they will have infinitely more knowledge than i will have

6. name 3 things in nature you find most beautiful.

leaves, precipitation (does that count), and grass. i also want to add frogs if that’s part of nature because frogs are good

7. which is your favorite part of the human face and why?

i want to say either eyes or smile

8. how big is your bed?

it’s a twin/full size bed, but barely long enough for me

9. what book do you wish would be turned into a movie?

i haven’t read many books recently, but i’ll go with aristotle & dante discover the secrets of the universe (which i highly recommend) if there isn’t already a movie for it??

10. what musical artist is greatly overrated?

taylor swift i think

11. fuck, marry, kill - snape, filch, voldie

fuck voldie, marry snape, kill filch. voldie i imagine as avpm voldie, and i could marry someone that i never talk to and only use for potions. im good with that.

my questions:

  • what were you doing before this tag, and what are you going to do after?
  • have you ever taken the myers-briggs test? if so, what were your results?
  • what are your top 3 ships? (top 5 if you can’t stick to just three)
  • what’s your favorite tv show and why?
  • if you could have one uncommon pet, which animal would you choose to adopt?
  • what is one thing that you are looking forward to?
  • do you procrastinate often?
  • what’s the easiest way for you to learn? (visual, audial, etc.)
  • what is your least favorite color and why?
  • do you have any habits that you perform subconsciously?
  • what day of the week were you born?

i shall tag @dr-aco ; @deanthomaas ; @parselmouthingoff ; @froekenpest ; @harry-dr-a ; @bookslikeno ; @chrlieweasleys ; @lunalovey ; @gay-street ; @fuckmydrarry ; @nevillelongbottcms ; you don’t have to do this if you don’t want!!! 

indigoprinceofslytherin  asked:

Hi :) just a quick message to say that I really love your blog - I've just recently gone through your fat positivity tag and I found so much validation and it's so awesome :) also I'm not sure if this is a question that has been asked before but do you perhaps know of any films, tv shows or books with fat characters who are portrayed positively that you'd recommend, please? Hope you have a lovely day :)

Thanks for the love. We Appreciate it! 

A few days ago we had a lot of followers speak up on their favorite fat positive characters. If you have the time, check out our archive and see if you can find some new favorites! 

- Mod Dom

anonymous asked:

I grew weary of having to ignore Charioce hate to the point I had to block all the users from the tag to see it clean. It's repulsive they choose to utterly demonize him, but easily forgive other characters like Azazel because he's been redeemed, yet they argue that Charioce can't be? Hypocrisy much? Undeniably, Charioce has done terrible things, but there's also sides of him we've only seen snippets of that exhibit a different nature and there's a lot about him we don't know or understand

to judge him completely yet. Still, that doesn’t excuse the atrocities, he’s committed, but come on? Overracting to fictional characters like this to the point no one can enjoy them is sickening to me. Like Jeanne alluded previously, everyone has multifarious facets. Honestly? The fact he’s not a precious cinnamon roll is what makes him so fascinating to me. Apparently, only being a pure hearted character who did no wrong makes you likable? Get out. I’m glad SNB provides variety in its cast.

Were there not characters with flaws, or different traits, a series would be really dull! Another thing that makes me livid is how people think, just because you love a character who has committed vile acts, you are apparently the worst person to ever exist in the universe? Just because you like a flawed character, doesn’t mean you agree with or support their methods, but it shouldn’t stop you from enjoying them. Also thank you for this blog, because I love all the Charinina love you spread!

I totally agree with you, I do not understand that need to give Charioce a wrong image when his character is not even complete at the moment. It is obvious that those who do that do not have any interest in the characters and just want to bring more chaos to the neutral fandom, in turn to excuse other characters.

It is not as if we treat Charioce as someone full of love and truth, we treat him according to the anime shows us: Someone who has made mistakes, with questionable procedures and unknown feelings. Another kind of vision is only with fangirlism purposes, but even what I have witnessed, we also know how to use it better, we do not endorse his character to stupid levels and we are aware of each of his actions, these are the kind of things that differences us of some self proclaimed fans, but that is already in the opinion of each one.

And I totally share your opinion, it is really pleasing to know that Virgin Soul take such risk, more than the rest of animes of the season, and even than Genesis in presenting characters with a greater level of detail and background, so far all of them have good facets as well as bad ones. The only sad thing is that many fans of the franchise do not really value what the staff are offering us and end up looking like idiots talking without motives about something that they can not even understand, they seriously embarrass others fans.

In short, a certain point will arrive in the anime where all doubts will finally be solved and even then our beloved haters will continue to talk trash, but we must always prove our value as real fans, simply ignoring them and let them sink more into their own ignorance. That is something that I always recommend to all the followers of this blog, you will always have my support. ;) 

Also, thank you so much for dropping by, you are so sweet. :’) 

tell me why this budgetless gay youtube series made for fun by a group of friends has the best editing and writing of anything i’ve watched in a year.

also tell me how this single scene can contain every single one of the top three most iconic lines in history.

edit: whoa, i didn’t expect this to blow up so quick! putting the source in the tags was a bad idea, sorry. this is brian jordan alvarez’s the gay and wondrous life of caleb gallo, and you can watch it on youtube or vimeo! he makes lots of other hilarious gay videos too, so you should check out his whole channel.