this is awful soz

anonymous asked:

oh wow! the anon is back! means i can give you ANON COMPLIMENTS without you knowing who i am!!! you're friggin great and amazing, extremely talented, and you can do anything you dream of! and at the moment im to smol to have my own money on the internet but guess what happens when i stop being too smol? that's right, im gonna support the heck out of you. so wait till i grow up and give small amounts of money because i seriously doubt i'll be able to earn a lot of money soz if this sounds creepy

(ノ∀`♥)  aw thanks..!!!! i really appreciate that!!  [but u dont have to, save your mones so u can buy burgers and milk]

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Some binding tips from the Voltron boys! Stay safe everybody <3

This is Day 3 (You’re a Star!!/Armor) of the trans voltron week put together by @trans-legendary-defenders  which ended 3 days ago soz

This took me like 3 days to make but I’m :’) so proud

btw I don’t bind yet (I’ve done quite a bit of research in preparation tho) so please let me know if any of my information is wrong!

widdrim  asked:

Also I think you tagged me in a tag game post like 3?? Weeks ago but finals happened to me and I'm just now getting a round to answering it. Do you still have it on your blog?

I will go search for it… to be honest, I can’t remember as well. I too have a three-week almost blank where exams were.

Wait there was one from april 20 here? I don’t even know if that’s the one lol

STORY TIME I GOT CAUGHT AT SEPHORA 😱

✨WARNING LONG AF but kinda entertaining✨

Aight so I’m lifting around in a mall have a grand time, I’ve already got like 10 makeup things in my bag from other stores when I see Sephora in the distance and I’m like hey! I’ve never lifted from there damn let’s take a look 👀👀

So that’s my first fuckijg mistake, I meant to go scope out the store but there where way 2 many people to scope cams out properly w/o looking like a sus bitch so i just start browsing their merch to see what I want 2 lift for next time. Saddest thing is this was like the end of my lifting trip and I was going to come back for Sephora….tears r shed…. >

But!! The Becca skin perfecting illuminator tempted my gullible ass and I just grabbed one, popped off the rfid and slipped it in my bag at like an empty aisle. I saw a dude browsing like the back sections and I was hmm…he don’t belong here….LP?? Mm maybe idk lol and I kept browsing bc appearantly my dumb ass knows no fear

Just casually browsing, I lift a YSL lip gloss by slipping it up my sweater sleeve I go yeah ok this is a good time to go, I make it for the exit and its like Oh Hell No. There’s a SA standing there handing out perfume samples. I’m like :^) but sometimes ya just gotta persevere so I walked out when she was busy showing the samples to this group. I’m like phew I’m all g when I hear “sorry can I just check ur bag :) :)” and I fucking 😒😒😒 ohhhh fuck bitch u just Fucked Upp.

And bc was hella outta my game I complied?? I knew if I asked her if she had the right to search she’ll fucking kno I was lifting and if they actually did search my entire bag contents they’ll find So Much Shit so I was like fuck damn ok. So I was all haha sure, opened my bag a bit so she can see the Becca skin perfector sticking out and she was all do u have a receipt :) :))) and I’m like hahah!! No…😂😂…

SA tells me 2 come back with her and this group of people she was givin samples to r looking at me like 😟😠😠 and I’m just.soz…just ur local thief passin thru haha… She calls over the LP guy guess who he fucking is, he’s like lol u fucked up like he literally said that and inside I’m like look here u fat drake Lookin snitch have some fucking manners but outside I’m 😢😢I’m really sorry!!!

Ok so this is the part of the story where it’s like wtf?? R u blessed by God??? Bc he was like is this the only thing in ur bag? And I’m like yeah!! It is I’m so sorry 😥😥 he’s like u kno I can empty ur entire bag and I keep pushing like no it’s the only thing!! I’m So SORRY!!!!, keeping up the “sheltered school girl who was tempted to commit evil, but is just a sweet angel inside” act 😇😂😂. So I’m led to the back room to see the manager and she’s like ugh what did you steal to me, and he’s like oh, just this and handed her the illuminator and I’m like 😮!!!Fat drake u saved my life??!! Bc the manager kept saying I can search ur entire bag, and he’s just nah that’s all she got 🙏🙏🙏 bless u fat drake.

All the while I’m acting worried as hell and like scared at what’s happening, she tells me usually they call police even if u steal just 1 thing, and she shows me the security cam snaps and these fuckin like mugshots of caught lifters stuck to the back of the door w things like “fined” or “banned for 2 years” written on em like damn don’t Fuck w Sephora u guys they r some Hard Shit…..Anyways she scans my ID and tells me I’m banned for 3 months, and keeps saying how fucking lucky I am to get let go. I think it’s probs bc I showed so much remorse and appeared 2 b a first time lifter 🌞🌞🌞

Anyways so my sad Becca illuminator-less ass goes home and sleeps soundly knowing I look fucking poppin w the YSL lip gloss 😇 💅💅

If ya got any questions abt getting caught at Sephora hit me tf up

I just wanted to apologize that I haven’t got the new chapter up for The Selfish Giant. It’s mostly written but I’m in the midst of a particularly bad depressive episode cause of stress which is sort of affecting my creative confidence–hoping next week will be better.

Anyway, soz to keep you waiting, I know I’m awful. Thank you for being so loyal and amazing and keeping up. I love you, peace and blessings. xx

A very basic summary of Xena: Warrior Princess:

Xena: I done goofed fml better do good things.
Gabrielle: I'ma follow you lol
Callisto: Fuck you Xena! (repeat 4000 times throughout the series)
Xena: Gabrielle! (repeat 4000 times throughout the series)
Gabrielle: Xena! (repeat 4000 times throughout the series)
Aries: Join me Xena! Be evil again and shit.
Xena: No fuck off. *kisses Gabrielle many times*
Gabrielle: Oh shit I’m pregs fml. *gives birth 5 mins later* this my baby I love her.
Xena: *suspiciously raises eyebrow*
Hope: I’m evil!
Gabrielle: No you’re not…
Hope: Yes I am!
Solan: *dies*
Hope: Told you lol.
Xena: God dammit Gabrielle! *tries to kill bae*
*musical number*
Xena and Gabrielle: Okay all is forgiven.
Everyone: Let’s dance!
Joxer: *comic relief*
Eli: Fighting is bad.
Gabrielle: I'ma stop fighting.
Xena: *gets back injured*
Gabrielle: I'ma kill all ya’ll motherfukas.
Xena: I love you Gabrielle! (repeat 5000000 times throughout series)
Gabrielle: I love you Xena! (repeat 5000000 times throughout series)
Xena and Gabrielle: *die Jesus style*
*angel battles in the afterlife*
Xena and Gabrielle: lol we’re alive again, nice!
Callisto: To amend for all the suffering I’ve caused, I'ma knock Xena up without asking first lol that’ll fix everything.
Xena: *discovers she’s pregnant* this can’t possibly be bad; nothing at all like that shit with Hope.
Gods: We need to kill that baby yo.
Xena: Fuck off *fakes death of herself, Gabrielle and baby Eve*
Aries:*accidently freezes Xena and Gabrielle for 25 years* I love you Xena.
Xena: I love Gabrielle….
Eve: I’m evil!
Xena: Eve no!
Eve: Now I’m good!
*Xena, Gabrielle and Aries share a bed on a farm and are all half naked for some reason*
Xena: I have to die but you can bring me back! *dies in a way that will later connect her to Mami Tomoe and P'li* Just let me fight soul stealing dude
*lots and lots of literally gay stuff*
Gabrielle: *does everything to bring Xena back*
Xena: *Stops evil soul dude* Can’t come back lol gotta stay dead for souls to be free soz.
Gabrielle: Aw shit son…
*Ghost Xena and Gabrielle literally end the series with bitter sweet feels sailing on a ship! A fucking ship!*

Okay so I kinda always knew this but it has just hit me...

During the iconic cuddle scene in episode 5, Isak tells Even that he can make a film out of his story if he likes and i’m just so emotional right now because this means that they have probably spent ages talking about Even’s passion for film making. 

Like how god damn adorable is that? can you imagine everything we missed? Is it Even’s dream to become a director, or a producer or a writer? Or, hell he’s also an artist, so is he into animation? What kind of movies does he want to make? What was THE movie that changed his life and made him fall madly in love with film? What exactly is it that he loves about film? Is it an escape from reality? The seduction of a world where everything happens the exact way it was written? No fear of the unexpected, you can guarantee on it unfolding in the way it was always intended to be.

What is his favourite movie? omg what kind of movies has he made so far? What does he feel when he creates something like that? the control and power of creating an entire world that was once just alive in your brain, but now it is real, it is here, for others to see. They are no longer running wild and recklessly in his mind. He has brought stories to life? is this why he loves film? is this his dream? 

Like i’m just sure he talked Isak’s ear off and it just kills me that we missed it. I might write a drabble of this sometime tomorrow if you guys are interested. Just an Evak dream talk kind of thing. I also promised a few of you a wedding drabble so…I should get to that. 

anonymous asked:

Michael didn't know what to do when.....

He saw you smiling over at that guy, a look in your eyes he thought you reserved exclusively forhim. 

He felt petty andstupid. He had no right to be jealous – the two of you were friends, if even that. Co-workers, at the very least. His heart didn’t have a right to plummet to the bottom of his stomach like it did the minute that guy came over to the counter and started flirting with you, a little too openly for Michael’s liking. He was actually leaning over the counter and playing with your hair, twirling it between his fingers as he probably complimented you, judging by the blush on your cheeks.

The two of you had only ever talked in work hours, or on the off chance you’d both be walking to the subway whenever Michael didn’t drive in, but Michael would easily class you as one of his best friends, even if you didn’t feel the same way.

You made him laugh, embarrassingly easily if he was being honest, and he could make you laugh, which he liked - someone who understood his sense of humor. The two of you often spent your shift playing games behind the counter, mocking the pretentious customers, talking about and sharing your favorite music and organizing trips out together that Michael never plucked up the courage to actually ask or take you out on. 

And there he was acting like he had any right to feel possessive over you - like even if you were anything more than a friend, he wouldn’t want to feel possessive. You meant a lot to him, and he knew that kind of behavior would have you running for the hills.

He didn’t want to start feeling that way about you. He liked having you as a friend - liked the platonic boundaries of your workplace relationship. He liked talking to you about whatever had been bothering him all day until he turned up to your shared shift. He liked that you were an unbiased party for him to talk shit about his friends to, and you’d tell him if he was being a dick or if he was in the wrong. He liked the fact you were upfront with him.

He didn’t want to second guess every conversation the two of you had, every look the two of you shared, every touch. He wanted to be easy about everything - casual like he usually was with people.

But he couldn’t help himself from liking you a little more than he really should have.

He’d never really had someone in his life quite like you before, someone who actually listened when he went on his nerdy rants about video games or music, who actually laughed at the corny jokes he’d spent hours perfecting throughout the day just so he could tell you, who smiled so bright every time you saw him walk in that it could light up his whole life. 

He was just attracted to you, he couldn’t help it. You were like his ideal girl, someone who he was attracted to in every way possible, which he thought was pretty rare.

And so seeing you so open and so active with the guy at the counter was filling him with this burning jealousy that he hated.

As soon as the guy left, Michael’s feet instinctively carried him over to the counter, a stack of CD’s that he was supposed to sort out still clutched in his hands. “Hey,” he smiled, although it seemed forced and nervous as it didn’t quite reach his eyes in the cute way it usually did.

“What’s up?” you asked, giving him his favorite brilliant smile of yours.

“Was just stacking CD’s,” he said, shrugging casually with the cases still in his hands.

“I can see you’re doing a great job,” you giggled, gesturing towards them with a knowing smile and a raised brow.

“Yeah, well, one of us has gotta at least pretend to work around here,” he shrugged, suddenly blushing at the fact he’d just brought it up and sounded so pathetic and bitter about it. 

"What’s that supposed to mean?” you frowned, even pouting a little, which was probably unintentional but it had Michael hooked, anyway.

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter,” he huffed, spinning on his heel to return back to the shelves he was supposed to be sorting, his ears not picking up on the soft squeak of your sneakers as you bounced after him.

“Are you mad at me or something?”

“Why would I be mad at you?” Michael asked, monotonously, carrying on without even stopping to face you as you fell into step just behind him.

“I don’t know, you just seem mad at me,” you pouted, even though he couldn’t see you, and you thought you must have looked like a lost puppy following him around to any customers watching. 

You didn’t want Michael to be mad with you. You didn’t know what you’d done, but Michael was your best, if not only, friend at work, and if you lost  him you’d be alone and unhappy. And truth be told, you’d had several opportunities to get a nicer job at the mall, with higher pay and even staff discount, but you wouldn’t have Michael if you left, and so you’d stuck around. And if he was gonna act like this, then you weren’t quite sure why you’d been so stupid as to decline all those other jobs you’d applied for on a whim. 

“I’m not mad at you.” He sighed when he finally reached the shelves and began stacking the CD’s in any random spot he could find, completely disregarding the alphabetized order they were supposed to be in. 

There was a tense silence as you watched him forcefully slot the cases away, glaring at the shelves as he did so, and you didn’t want to speak up because despite what he said, he really did seem miffed about something, and maybe it was just something sensitive he didn’t want to talk to you about. Which was okay, really, but you two talked about everything together. 

“Are you mad about something else?”

“Who was that guy at the counter?” he asked, suddenly, which you’d classed as a change of subject because it never even crossed your mind that that would be the reason Michael seemed so off with you. 

“Which guy?” you asked, turning your head to look back at the now vacant cashier’s counter which you really shouldn’t have abandoned. 

“The one you were talking with a minute ago,”

“Who, Will?”

“Yeah,”

“He’s Will,” you frowned, confused as to why Michael would really care about your old friend Will, who had only come in to thank you for the recommendations you’d given him about a gift for his girlfriend, and offered to repay you with a free styling at the salon he worked at. 

“Wow, thanks for settling that for me,” Michael rolled his eyes, turning to the other shelf to stack some CD’s there. “I meant why were you being all giggly and flirty with him?”

Oh!” you exclaimed, a small grin etching onto your lips, because you finally understood it now. “Aw,” you reached out and gripped at the tattooed patch of skin above the crook of his elbow, tugging his arm to turn him around. “Did I forget to feed your ego this morning? Is little Mikey hungry for attention?” you faked a pout, your tone condescending and childish as he just glared at you.

“Shut up,” he almost growled, tearing away from your hold on him and practically stomping down the aisle with his shoulders slumped and his full lips turned down into a frown. You followed behind, almost skipping after him and giggling as he huffed around like a big grump.

“That’s so cute, Michael,” you beamed, relishing at his moodiness as he tried to ignore you. While he was reaching out to the shelf, you slipped under his outstretched arm so you were stood in between him and the shelf and he couldn’t ignore you anymore - unless he was childish enough to turn around. “I’m sorry I neglected you, Mikey, I promise I’ll spend my whole shift with you tomorrow if it stops you being a frowny little baby,” you cooed, tapping at his pouted lips with your index finger, not knowing that Michael’s resolve was weakening already, because who was he to resist the cute girl before him, beaming up at him with eyes so bright they were burning him. 

But he didn’t want your fingers against his lips, that touch wasn’t enough to weaken him completely, and so he grabbed your wrist and held it back against the shelf before leaning down and capturing your lips between his. His other hand reached up to cup your cheek, his touch warm against your already searing skin due to the blush that had quickly risen. 

His kiss was soft and hesitant at first, but the minute your lips moved against his, he’d been kicked into action, pressing your body fully against the shelves and slotting his legs between yours as his kiss grew harder. His lips were so soft and addicting, you were almost in a haze, moaning slightly when his fingers tickled at the hair on the nape of your neck and his tongue darted out and swiped against you.

His shirt was scrunched up in your balled fists and you were pulling him as close as he could possibly get, your lips moving fervently against his, your teeth clashing and noses bumping with the urgency of it all. 

You could have kissed him all day had it not been for the shrill call of your name coming over from the register, along with the incessant dinging of a bell that tore you and Michael apart with wide eyes, flushed cheeks and wanting lips. 

It was another few seconds before your manager appeared at the end of the aisle, and both you and Michael turned with wide eyes, as if he had caught you at it even though you were now at least a pace apart.

“What the hell are you doing, there are customers waiting,” your manager yelled at you, rolling his eyes. “If I have to tear the two of you away from each other one more time I’m gonna put you on separate shifts.”

And you wished you didn’t have to, but his threat had you scurrying off back to the register, leaving Michael with his fingers pressed to his lips, wondering if that had really actually happened and when he might get the opportunity to do it, again. 

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