this is terrible but i'm posting it anyway

The Types and Drinking Water

ENFP: Drinks from the toilet. It wasn’t even a dare or anything; they just wanted to know what it tasted like.

ENTP: “h20? More like h2-YO! Hahaha drink your water kids.”

INFP: Misses their entire mouth. Their over-sized sweater is utterly soaked, almost as if their nipples are tiny water falls. Shocked at this sudden development, they drop the glass and it shatters, covering the kitchen floor. Trying to tiptoe to safety, they carelessly slip on the water and onto the broken glass, nearly bleeding to death. As soon as they get discharged from the hospital they’re applying for an infomercial.

ESFP: Sticks their face right under the tap and desperately laps up the water like some kind of deranged and unsettlingly large house cat.

INTJ: * sips water* “ Disgusting. Tastes like licking a car. And you know why? The water we drink contains small traces of iron, zinc, copper, manganese and other metals. And you know who’s fault that is? Our inCOMPETENT GOVERNMENT.  THEY NEED TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE AND GET THEIR SH** TOGETHER. THEY’VE BEEN LYING TO US AS A NATION FROM THE BEGINNING OF TIME AND IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE. 

See more of my conspiracy theories on my tumblr blog @anti-feminism-pro-atheism ( the one with red and black theme and the Rainbow Dash icon).”

ISFJ: Has been refusing offers of a glass of water from their friend’s parent for 10 hours now and they’re really reaching their limit. Will probably resolve to drinking their pee Bear Grylls style.

ESTP: Kicks off the faucet, throws it through the window, screams, and lets the broken faucet drench them all the way from their flat peak cap to their $400 basketball shoes, their perfect abs showing through their wet t-shirt. Uploads it to vine.

INTP: * aggressively sips water through a Krazy Straw* SUCC  ( ͡ʘ ͜ʖ ͡ʘ) 

ENFJ: *Makes it into Fit Tea™* “ This flattened my stomach, cleared my skin, watered my crops, improved my grades, brought Shakespeare back from the dead, got my parents back together, stopped war, solved poverty, and it tastes like Shrek in drink form GREAT. A discount code is in the description, guys! :D.”

ENTJ: Drinks the tears of all those ignorant fools they destroyed in the Spelling Bee last week. 

ISTP: They’re probably chained to a pillar in some empty warehouse as a result of a drug scandal. The only sustenance they receive is a mug of muddy water brought to them by a man in an anonymous mask twice a day. Free them.

INFJ: “Is this vegan?”

ISFP: Drinks the morning dew off the tulips and honeysuckle. It may sound whimsical in theory, but in reality seeing grown adult desperately licking wet grass and flowers in the town park is a rather unsettling experience. 

ESFJ: “Umm, tap water? No thanks. I only drink from my $20000 ultra healing magical energy quinoa infused crystals water filter I got off an infomercial thank you very much. The lady in the commercial says tap water gives you cancer and I trust her judgement. I even have her book, “ “vaccine” and “autisms” both haave six letter. Coinsidance? I think noot.”, wanna borrow it?”       

ISTJ: * Harry Potter Puppet Pals Snape voice* Today I drank some water for my breakfast. It was flavourless and watery. I thought of my mother. I cried.

ESTJ: Has one of those drink bottles with times written at different levels on the side to show you how much water you should be drinking throughout the day. It gives them a feeling of superiority knowing that their life is slightly more organised than everyone else.

Third one of the NWY ficlets~

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Steve spends the entire ride mentally cursing at Sam for making him do this. He curses at Sam as he parks his scooter and grabs the pizza boxes, and for the entire climb up the stairs, but when he hears the “Clint, the pizza’s here!” and the door to the apartment finally opens, he outright vows to murder him.

Send your cutest delivery boy, the order had said. And yes, maybe it wasn’t a request he was supposed to take seriously, but standing in front of this man, Steve’s feeling miles more inadequate than he already was while trying to convince Sam to send anyone but him. The guy’s downright stunning, with shoulder-length, soft-looking hair, piercing icy-blue eyes, and a jawline so sharp it could cut diamonds. His arms are bigger than Steve’s waist, and he’s got a hint of stubble that Steve wishes he could feel everywhere on his skin.

“Delivery for Bucky Barnes?” he says, voice squeaky, and he can already feel his cheeks heating up. Yep, he’s killing Sam, and then he’s moving out of the country because he can’t risk ever running into this man again. He probably has some aunt or third cousin left somewhere in Ireland still.

For a few seconds the man just stares at him, mouth slightly agape and making it very clear that Steve’s not what he was expecting—big fucking surprise. Thank you, Sam—, but when the apology’s already on the tip of Steve’s tongue, the guy huffs out a disbelieving laugh and says, “Whoa… can’t believe that worked.”

“I’m sorry, I was the only one available,” Steve blurts out, mortified and blushing down to his toes and oh god, he can’t possibly have meant that, can he, and he all but shoves the pizza boxes into the man’s very impressive arms.

“Dude, are you shitting me,” the guy says, taking the boxes from Steve and licking his lips as he lets his gaze roam over Steve’s body. “I wrote that as a joke, but man I should’ve asked sooner. Hey, what’s your name?”

His smile as he hands him the money is playful and sincere and charming all at once.

“Steve,” Steve replies, his own lips curling up on their own accord and barely managing not to stutter. It makes the man—Bucky—perk up, and seriously, no one should be this adorable and sexy at the same time. The guy’s just plain disarming and Steve needs to leave right away because he’s one wrong inhale away from dying an embarrassing, asthma-induced death.

“Well, Steve,” he starts, winking at him, “my roommate happens to think pizza is the greatest invention since the bow and arrow, and Darlene’s is the best joint in the area by far, sooo… we’ll be ordering a lot from you guys. I hope I’ll see you around?”

It’s his tone that does it. Hopeful and slightly shy. Tentative when Steve would’ve pegged him for someone full of confidence. Steve takes a step forward as he pulls a sharpie from his pocket, and scribbles down his phone number on a pizza box before he can stop to think about what he’s doing.

“Call me when you want to order. I’ll, um, get you a discount,” he says. He’s pretty sure you could boil an egg on his face right now, but he goes on. “I’m off on Thursdays, but you can call me anyway…”

Bucky’s bright, ear-to-ear grin is definitely worth the embarrassment.

ESC Love Songs 💕

Here we go, another list (Slavic one[x], Happy one[x]) and this one is.. for well.. the love some of you hopefully are receiving today and everyday ♥ or let’s be real for otps and (day)dreaming ♥♥

Love - Sasha Son 

Love Wave - Iveta Mukuchyan

Love Injected - Aminata

La La Love - Ivi Adamou

Love Is Blind - Donny Montell

Love Me Back - Can Bonomo

I Want Your Love - Eduard Romanyuta

I Feed You My Love - Margaret Berger

Show Me Your Love - Tina Karol

Cliché Love Song - Basim

Love Symphony - Quartissimo feat. Martina

Words For Love - Lior Narkis

S.A.G.A.P.O. - Rakintzis

L'amour à La Française - Les Fatals Picards

Je T’adore - Kate Ryan

I Love You Mi Vida - D’Nash

Grande Amore - Il Volo

Call Me - Feminnem

Carry Me In Your Dreams - Kejsi Tola

Hold Me - Farid Mammadov

Be My Valentine - Svetlana Loboda

Candle Light - Csézy

The Fire In Your Eyes - Boaz

Playing With Fire - Paula Seling & Ovi

Romanca - Kraljevi Ulice & 75 Cents

Fairytale - Alexander Rybak

Never Forget - Greta Salóme & Jónsi

Everything I Want - Vesna Pisarović

Everyway That I Can - Sertab Erener

We Could Be The Same - maNga (e-akustik version [x])

Marry Me - Krista Siegfrids

I Wanna - Marie N

I Do - Fabrizio Faniello

You Are The Only One - Sergey Lazarev (ft. Helena [x]) (or this guy [x])

My Number One - Helena Paparizou

My Heart is Yours - Didrik Solli-Tangen

Your Heart Belongs to Me - Hind

Here For You - Maraaya

Die For You - Antique

Feeling Alive - Stelios Konstantas

On Top Of The World - Edsilia Rombley

Always. - Aysel and Arash

anonymous asked:

Can I have some headcanons about Akira, Ann, Makoto, and Akechi with a s/o who is really good at rhythm/idol games and plays them frequently! I love your blog sm keep up the great work!!

I love those kinds of games. *A* I’m glad you love my blog dear, and I will try my best! Thank you for the encouragement and the request!! <3 Please enjoy!


  • Akira is utterly awestruck as he observes S/O play the rhythm games with ease at the highest level of difficulty. Their speed and reaction time is practically inhuman.
  • He requests that they instruct him in the practice of rhythm games; it’s an efficient way to improve his proficiency, and more importantly, it’s an opportunity to partake in an activity that’s important to S/O.
  • With his consent, S/O will download a variety of rhythm games on his phone, and he’ll usually play them in Kawakami’s class; Akira’s favorite game is Deemo since it reminds him of his previous piano lessons from when he was younger.
  • Akira really does love how focused they become, even if they hog the entire couch and ignore his request to scoot over. 
  • He’ll act on the temptation to distract them from time to time by nudging S/O, peppering them with kisses, or anything else he can think of.


  • Ann is also quite talented with rhythm games, so much so that she can easily outmatch S/O.
  • She’ll allow them to win sometimes, though she’ll never admit it.
  • The two lounge on Ann’s bed, limbs tangled and brows furrowed as they silently attempt to secure the high score.
  • They both savor a couple of hard-earned milkshakes afterward, exchanging ebullient laughs and halfhearted vows for revenge.
  • Ann genuinely adores how invested S/O is in rhythm games because it’s a hobby they both share, and she’s especially delighted now that the couple can bond over it.
  • They always experiment with the latest demos and they immediately inform the other of any new releases.


  • Makoto and S/O often play Guitar Hero together, since it’s the only rhythm game she stands a fair chance in.
  • She’s very grateful to S/O for introducing her to it since Makoto is adept at playing the guitar.
  • Whenever S/O plays their idol games, Makoto cringes on the outside because she abhors the music, but on one occasion when she secretly attempted to play one of them, she found them to be rather enjoyable. 
  • They play Dance Dance Revolution when they go to the arcade, and Makoto is initially embarrassed, but with S/O’s praise she becomes more comfortable with it. She attempted to top S/O’s high score, but it was futile; they’re simply too good.
  • When S/O takes a break during their study dates with Makoto, they plug their earbuds in while they play so as not to disturb her; little do they know that Makoto is doing the exact same thing.


  • Akechi commends their coordination and expertise in regard to the portable and cellular rhythm games, since he is atrocious at them.
  • Akechi allows them to perch in his lap and play their games while he studies or works. The vibrant win screen occasionally catches his eye, provoking a warm smile and a kiss on the side of S/O’s head.
  • However, he is exceptional at the dancing rhythm games due to his pastime of dancing.
  • Akechi’s favorite from S/O’s home collection is Just Dance, and the couple will often steal glances when they think the other isn’t looking because they both dance with such fervor, plus he’s extremely competitive.
  • Sometimes the two stray from the game and dance with each other instead, cheerfully gyrating around the room while clasping hands.

I was chatting today about the coming season and all the exciting meta everyone’s going to write about it, and about how hard it is sometimes for your posts to get seen, especially when you’re a new blog with not so many followers yet, and since hardly anyone uses the main tags or just being anxious to put yourself out there.

So this is a post I hope others with a good number of followers reblog as well to agree, but if you have written any meta or observations or thoughts you think I’ll like, and want it to get seen, please feel free to @ me in the post or to use the airplane at the bottom of the post or even just drop an “anonymous tip” in my inbox to go look at it, and I will happily reblog and boost it to my followers, since I am often the first small part of a chain in a very large explosion of reblogs :D (Because I have the best followers with great taste.)

Meta isn’t an exclusive club, this is just a weird and terrible platform for getting heard on, and I don’t like the idea of it seeming like only the same few voices ever get any traction around here <3


and then bakugou went back to his own room only to start screaming pretty loudly about what he had just done

anyways i’d never drawn a kiss before nor a comic itself + i’m still getting used to digital art so this probably looks terrible … i wanted to draw something for tetsutetsu’s birthday too but i was pretty busy today (one of the reasons why this looks so rushed, there’s only an attempt at a background in 3 panels and there are so many mistakes) … i’ll try to draw something for him tomorrow

i wasn’t even going to post this because i keep getting the feeling that it’s bad but?? i spent too much time on this to just keep it to myself so yeah !! hopefully i won’t end up regretting posting this lmao

#6 Amputation - Daniel Sousa 

Goretastic Challenge, here I am! 

Sorry for not having posted anything last weekend. These last few days have been just horribly rough. Anyway, hope you guys appreciate my style have a great Inktober everyone!



sathinfection, nisiedrawsstuff and I have that daily silm multi-convo and everything that comes of it is literal trash so I’ll just leave this here and dismiss my own responsibility by saying they made me do this

some of it might be rendered unintelligible by the copious amount of private jokes and I’m sorry

edit : Nisie’s sequel Mae and Fingon get laid I kno u want it

DBM Drabble: Phone

They were nothing more than a tangle of sheets and limbs, sweat and heavy breathing.  Jean felt the pressure build and vibrate as Lucien moved within her. He had nearly taken her over the edge when a distant sound distracted her from near-ecstasy.

“Lucien, do you hear that?” she asked breathlessly between moans.

“Just you, my love,” he replied, silencing her with a passionate kiss as the finished nearly simultaneously.

Lucien buried his face in her neck, trying to catch his breath.  Jean uncrossed her ankles from around his waist and let her legs fall limply at his sides, waiting for her heartrate to slow to normal.  She couldn’t help but smile as she noticed the light dancing around the walls.  The sun was still high outside, streaming in through gaps in the curtains.

The sound she’d noticed earlier was now very clear. “Lucien, that’s the phone!”  She tapped his shoulder so he would roll off her. He did so with an annoyed groan.

Jean quickly cleaned herself up and threw on her dressing gown to run downstairs to answer the phone.  It could be a patient with some emergency, or the police needing Lucien for a case.  The phone in the Blake house did not go unanswered if anyone was home.

“Hello, Dr. Blake’s surgery,” she answered, still huffing and puffing.

“Jean, is everything alright?  I’ve been calling for almost ten minutes!” Matthew Lawson said on the line.

“No, everything is fine.  I was just doing…chores,” she replied vaguely.

“Is my name ‘chores’ now?  Because I’m fairly certain you were doing me.”  Lucien had come downstairs after her and overheard what she said, now murmuring his innuendo before nipping at her free earlobe.

Jean elbowed him in the chest to get him off her while she was on the phone.  He just laughed.

Laughter sounded through the telephone as well.  “Jean, you tell that husband of yours happy birthday from me.  Though it seems like he’s having a rather happy birthday as it is.  I’ll call back tomorrow.  Sorry for the interruption.”

 As she hung up the receiver, Jean turned to Lucien with a cross expression on her face.  “I cannot believe you just did that!  Thank goodness it was Matthew, but what if it were a patient?”

But Lucien just laughed.  He couldn’t possibly care about propriety right now. “Never mind that now.  I think there’s more chores that need doing,” he said suggestively.

She wanted to be mad.  She really did.  But she couldn’t help but grinning and hurrying back to the bedroom with him.  “You are lucky it’s your birthday!” Jean scolded before he tore off her dressing gown and tossed her back on the bed.


“There was a feeling, not sudden, but complete, as though I had been given a small object to hold unseen in my hands. Precious as opal, smooth as jade, weighty as a river stone, more fragile than a bird’s egg. Infinitely still, live as the root of Creation. Not a gift, but a trust. Fiercely to cherish, softly to guard. The words spoke themselves and disappeared into the groined shadows of the roof.”

for Gosia

Mad Sounds

casual arctic monkeys reference after months of not posting any fics, i’ve returned from the depths of hell to give you this depressing fluff fic! i’m sorry, it’s definitely been a while, but after i get out of school i’ll be able to write more often. lookin forward to it ^-^

warning: self harm

i hope you enjoy it :)

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