this is terrible but i'm sorry ok

@echollama asked: Hello there! For your outfit challenge, could we get Penny in F4 please?

Yes you may, you nice polite child! Forgive me for being so slow with these suggestions guys, but I’m still doing them!

Real talk though this would totally be the pajama shirt Penny would wear to her first sleep over at Ruby’s. Had she made it that far. ✧・゚: *

the first time sana opens herself up to even it’s late at night and she has been crying for longer than she’d like to admit. she’s had the most awful day and nothing was able to cheer her up, the girls asked if something was wrong because they knew sana was not ok, but she just didn’t feel confortable talking about that with any of them, she never feels like she can talk about her feelings with someone, she has to be strong, has to be tough.

 but tonight sana feels more hopelless than she has felt for a while. even just texted her, with one of his ridiculous memes that he’s always sending everyone and she will never admit that some of them are actually funny. they’ve been best friends for a while now, it’s being so amazing hanging out with even and isak, sana has seen even at his best, but also at some pretty bad moments. she’s always trying to help both even and isak, always trying to be there for them. 

the only thing even did was ask if she was ok, just a simple question and sana doesn’t know why but she has to talk with someone and, for some reason, she feels like she can talk to even about everything so she just started telling him. she tells him about how she feels afraid but will never let it show, how she always feels like an outsider in the country that’s supposed to be her home, how she is always trying to prove herself, prove she’s strong, prove she knows how to deal with everything, prove she does not care about the looks she receives from people on the street, how she’s tired of pretending everything is fine when she actually has a lot of struggles. sana just tells even about everything and when she finishes it, it’s like she can finally breath pure air, like a huge and heavy stone was lifted from her back, and as she awaits for an answer she doesn’t allow herself to feel regret. so even responds. and sana is crying harder now. she’s crying because even is telling her things she didn’t expect to hear from anyone. “You don’t have to be strong all the time” he says, “You are allowed to be weak and you don’t have to hide it. You are allowed to be human.” and sana cries because deeply in herself she knows all that, but no one ever said this to her. “You are the smartest, greatest, strongest girl I’ve ever met and I’m so sorry that you feel like this” even’s words are sweet, sana thinks he’s the sweetest. “I know what it’s like to be in a stereotype, but I’m not gonna pretend I know what you go through, because I don’t.” and then she cries even harder: “But I know what it’s like to feel alone, to feel like you have to deal with everything by yourself because it is your own problem and your own battle, but let me tell you something: you are not alone, Sana. Me and Isak and the girls and all your friends, we care so much about you, we just want to see you happy. And we are here for you, we are by your side, supporting you. Always. You’re only a human ok? And you are never alone. Please, don’t forget that.” and sana is still crying but she feels so much better. you’re not alone. she thinks about even’s words and how nice he is and she feels so much better now. things aren’t always gonna be ok, but she’s not alone –she repeats to herself– she is not alone.

welcome to middlebourough land

bmc requested by: @localbruha

post-squip; jeremy is buds w/ rich and michael isn’t really, so jer is like “hey you should also be friends with rich” and michael agrees so he and rich becomes friends but jer then feels jealous bc mike is hanging with rich more and more


Monday. Great.
I walk down the hall to meet up with Rich- yes that Rich, the same Rich that bullied me for a year, the same Rich that set a fire and burned down a house.
That’s all behind us now that the Squip is gone. Ever since that happened, everyone has been pretty chill and not as douchey.
I see Rich up ahead, with Jake, and go towards him.

“Hey, Heere!” Rich calls as soon as I reach him.
“Jeremy.” Jake nods.

“Hey, Rich, Jake.” I say.

As they continue to talk, i take my time to look around.

I see Chloe texting someone, and Brooke trailing behind her like a lost puppy. There’s Jenna talking to Justin Croft about something drastic that has happened.

And walking through the door is Michael. Michael has been my friend, since I can remember. Walking with him, is Christine. I dated her for a while, but we just didn’t click. I was heartbroken for a while, but Michael helped me through it.

“Heere? Heere? JEREMY!” Rich yells as i snap back to reality.

“Um what?” I say (awkwardly shall I add).

“Why don’t you ask Mike over there to hang with us?” Rich asks, also looking at Michael.

“Um, I don’t know, Michael doesn’t do well with new people. I-I could try though, heh.” I say.

Rich gestures to get Michael and I take a deep breath and go to him. Ever since I broke up with Christine, I’ve been closer with Michael. Yeah sure, I was close with him before, but it’s different, ya know?

I get to Michael, “Hey buddy! Rich wants to k is if you want to hang with us?” I ask.

Michael darts his eyes towards Rich and Jake and then back to me.
“Umm, I don’t know man. I promised Christine to help her with math.” Michael says scratching the back of his neck.

Christine interjects, “No no! It’s fine! Really. I’ll just ask someone else.” She says smiling.

Michael laughs nervously and shrugs, “Guess I’m with you guys.”

“Hey,” I say putting a hand on his shoulder, “You don’t have to if you’re not comfortable.”

He gives me a warm smile, “It’s fine, we all need to get out of our comfort zone once in a while.”

We walk back to Rich and see that Jake had left to go talk to other people.

Rich sends Michael a warm smile, “Hey, Michael, how ya doin’?” Rich asks.

Michael shrugs, “Good I guess?”

Suddenly the bell rings signaling that first is starting.

“Nice chatting with you too! See ya at lunch?” Rich asks, walking away.

“See ya, Rich!” I call back, “You want me to walk you to science?” I ask Micheal.

“I’ll be fine. See you later, Jer!” Michael smiles and waves, and then he’s gone.

I wave back and then I’m off to first.


Lunch, best part of the day. I can finally eat food without getting in trouble. You can talk to your friends without being told to be quiet. You can wonder aimlessly outside. Do whatever in these 30 minutes.

I walk to where Michael and I usually have lunch and spot Michael and Rich looking at Rich’s phone.

I’ve gotta admit, I feel a pang of hurt, but quickly push it off like nothing and head over to them.

“Hey guys, hope you didn’t eat all the food without me,” I joke, sitting next to Michael, who is now i’m the middle.

“Dude, you have to see. Rich just showed me a video of Jake fall and dropping his Slushee!” Michael says between laughs as Rich hands over the phone to me.

To be honest, I don’t really pay attention to the video. I pretend to laugh and i glance at Michael and Rich’s legs touching. Weird, I know. it i still can’t help feeling… envious? I don’t know, but I don’t like it, whatever it is.

I hand the phone back, “Sooo, Michael, my dad is going out this weekend so it’s just me and I wanted to know if you wanted to sleep over or something? We could play games, you’ll be my player two! Like old time,” I smile awkwardly at Michael.

Michael eyes widen, “Oh! Uuhh well, actually, Rich kinda already invited me over and, uh, I said yeah?” Michael scratches his neck.

Ok now that hurts.

“Oh, that’s fine. You two have fun,” I sadly smile.

Michael looks at me for a second and turns back to Rich to finish their conversation.

For the rest of lunch, I stay quiet.


Last day till another week of hell.

And the last day till I see him again.

His tan skin, black hair. His brown eyes and that same damn red sweatshirt he wears everyday.


I hear my phone buzz, and I shit up from my bed to retrieve it.

It’s from him.
Of course it is.

Player 1: jer, u ok????

I quickly text back:

jerbear: ya?????? why wouldn’t i be????

Player 1: u seemed off on fri…

jerbear: bro,,, i’m fine,,, really
jerbear: aNyWaY
jerbear: how was hanging w/ rich?

Player 1: oh
Player 1: we never ended up hanging out…

jerbear: oh??? why?

Player 1: i just,, didn’t feel like it.
Player 1: it’s not that same

jerbear: ??? explain

I turn off my phone and go downstairs to get lunch while waiting for a reply.

Once I get downstairs, I see my dad (without pants) making something that we’ll probably eat for dinner.

“Hey they, Heere!” He greets.

“Hey dad.” I reply, getting left over pizza from the fridge.

“Why do you sound so… meh?” He asks, turning around.

“Why is everyone asking that!?” I snap, slamming the fridge door shut.

“Woah, Jeremy, just askin’.” Dad says, putting his hands up defensively.

I sigh, “Sorry, I’ve just been…” I trail off looking outside the kitchen window.

“Huh, so you like someone?” Dad says smiling.


“Jeremy!” My dad cuts me off, “I was just asking!! But by the seems of that answer… you do like someone!” He laughs.

“Ugh, dad, I- I don’t know.” I say sitting down at the table and putting my head down.

“Well, if you do like someone, I’ll be there to help you sort it out.” He reassures me, patting me on the back.

I sigh once more, and head back upstairs with my cold pizza.

Once I sit back on my bed, I check me phone for any answer, and I’m surprised to see multiple texts from Michael.

Player 1: its just whenever im hanging round rich and ur not there it doesnt feel the same
Player 1: like ya rich is cool and all that jazz but its just two dudes hanging out
Player 1: but w/ u it feels more personal and kajdjsjdk
Player 1: ugh sorry i’m venting
Player 1: ill stop bothering u

I immediately reply.

jerbear: nonono tell me, i want to know

Player 1: its complicated bro

jerbear: there’s nothing you can’t tell me
jerbear: i’ll be there for you

Player 1: but what if u hate me???

jerbear: there is nothing you can do to make me hate you man

Player 1: okok hold on it’s a lot to write

And with that, he starts typing away and I am left to wonder.


An hour later and I still haven’t gotten a reply, and it’s starting to worry me.

Finally, my phone buzzes and I quickly go to read it.

Player 1: i like you

Wait.. was that it!? That’s what took an hour to write!?

But wait, does he like me? As a friend or… more??????

jerbear: i like you too bro

Player 1: no
Player 1: i mean i LIKE you

jerbear: oh…

Ok, that wasn’t the right to to send.

But the question is… do I feel the same way?

Player 1: jeremy??!!

jerbear: give me a min to think k

Player 1: !!!!


It’s now Monday morning and I’ve been looking at that message all night, trying to figure out what to say.

I begin typing.

jerbear: 1) sorry i haven’t answered yet, i needed time to think
jerbear: 2) i like you too
jerbear: 3) i think i’ve been lowkey jealous of you hanging with rich

Player 1: woah man
Player 1: sweet
Player 1: wanna go out on a date????

I smile at the text.

jerbear: sure :)

Player 1: :))

jerbear: :))))
jerbear: date meaning you and i get stoned in your basement and watch a movie

Player 1: were gonna watch Docot Stange

jerbear: bro
jerbear: that’s gonna be so trippy

Player 1: ikik

jerbear: let’s do it

Second rehearsal with this pit orchestra. Maestro still hasn’t asked my name or addressed me as anything but “you.” Been putting up with his garbage conducting for about three and a half cumulative hours and I’m still sight reading like a champion. We get to a new part in the score that I haven’t yet played. It’s fast, loud, accented. Cool. Maestro looks at me BEFORE I EVEN PLAY and says “it’s ok if you can’t quite get it right, it can sound a little messy and it’ll be fine.” I’m sorry, what? I pick up my horn, nail it the first time. Get out of my face.


10 Things the Women of Malayalam Cinema taught us in 2015


anonymous asked:

Not hating on lottie or anything (she is amazing and hard working) but she had it so easy, didn't go to a make up school or anything just worked under a reputed makeup artist coz her brother is a famous millionaire artist :/ when so many talented kids still don't get opportunities they truly deserve. The rich have it way too easy,not exactly inspirational. Had a normal kid with proper degrees gone to lou ,she would have been shooed away. Anyways all the best to her on her book.

But Lottie did work for her stuff, yes she might’ve used her connections but she worked hard. She did studied all she could, she went on tour with Lou to try and learn. You guys are going to tell me that if you had connections you wouldn’t use? Just because it’s “not fair”? Hell, if I had the connections she has I’d use them for sure! She didn’t exploit anyone in the process and is not using her brother’s name to get out there. I root for every kid with a dream and I hope they have the chance she had, but saying she got it easy because she has connections like she didn’t have to work for it, it’s not right

anonymous asked:

I heard your requests are open?~ If it's not too much and you ehm.. write angst?, how about the RFA reacting to a terrible breakdown of MC? Like, terrible shaking, not responding at all and stuff. I'm sorry, if you're not ok writing something like this

hey anon! thanks for the request! hope your day or night is going well :^) !


  • Zen’s fans have always been sweet and respectful your relationship
  • But it was the media that loved to cause chaos and spread rumors
  • The TV was playing in the background as you talked to Saeyoung and Yoosung in the chatroom. You were to called to attention when you heard your name being spoke
  • “It seemed like she’s gained a lot of weight recently. You’d think someone as fit and handsome as Zen would be conscious of his and his girlfriend’s diet and lifestyle.”
  • Usually you were able to disregard any talk about your relationship, but as you peered down at your body, you couldn’t stop bad thoughts from making their way into the mind
  • You thought about restricting your calorie intake, and going to the gym whenever Zen was busy. You just needed to lose weight, before Zen became disgusted with how you looked, too.
  • You broke down, hating what you saw in yourself.
  • “MC, I’m home!” Zen called as he took off his coat at the front of the door.
  • As he began to walk towards the living room, he saw you curled up on the floor, crying to yourself
  • His heart broke seeing you like this. He sat beside you, removing the hair away from your face.
  • “MC? What’s wrong baby?”
  • You tried to speak, but you couldn’t seem to get enough air in your lungs.
  • Zen put his arm around you, holding you close. He quietly sung to you and stroked your hair. You soon feel asleep in his arms.


  • College was a lot more tough than you had expected. The tests, the worksheets, and long written essays. It was beginning to pile up and becoming a burden.
  • You sat on top of you bed, staring idly at your textbook. You were exhausted and couldn’t get anything done. It felt terrible.
  • With the growing frustration, you threw your textbooks to the other side of the room and cried into your pillow.
  • You heard a knock on the door, and Yoosung’s adoring voice,
  • “Hey MC! Ready for tonight?”
  • Your breathing hitched and stomach churned. How could you forget?
  • You were shaking as you opened the door and revealed a nicely dressed Yoosung.
  • “I’m so so so stupid! I forgot about our anniversary! I’m a terrible girlfriend! Goddamnit!”
  • You collapsed on your bed once again and looked at Yoosung, crying. You felt guilty. You had been blowing him off for weeks due to the amount of work you needed to do, but you promised this night would be his. Just this one night.
  • What are talking about? You’re a wonderful, smart, and beautiful person. I love you so much. Don’t worry about tonight!”
  • You shook you head, unable to accept how forgiving he was. He was prepping this date for days now, and you ruined it.
  • “It doesn’t matter, I just wanted to see you…. here,” Yoosung picked up your textbooks from off the floor, “I’m probably worse at this stuff, but two minds are better than one!”
  • You two spent the rest of the night studying and getting caught up on your school work.


  • It had been a terrible day for you.
  • In fact, it’s been a terrible week.
  • You came out to your family, and they started ignoring you ever since.
  • Today was your birthday, yet you did not get a single text or call from your family.
  • You tried to shake it off as you worked the cafe with Jaehee. You told yourself that they must be busy. Surely, they’ll speak to you later. They were family after all.
  • Lost in your own thoughts, you accidentally dropped the pot of coffee you were holding.
  • “MC! Are you okay? What was that?” Jaehee called from the front of the store. She walked in, seeing you frantically whipping up the split coffee, and tears rolling down your cheeks.
  • “Oh no, did you burn yourself?” She rushed over to your side, and took the towel away from your hands. You shook your head, still looking down at the spilled brown liquid on the floor.
  • “I-I’m fine,” Looking at Jaehee’s worried expression only caused you to feel worse than before. You covered your face with your hands, body shaking as you cried into them.
  • Jaehee lifted you up from the ground, “Let’s worry about that later. Just tell me what’s wrong,”
  • Although it took you a while to explain in your shaken state, she listening immensely to your story about your parents and how they were not supportive of your sexuality.
  • She rubbed your back soothingly, “Don’t let them ruin your special day. There’s a cake I baked for you waiting in the freezer. I was going to wait till your party later, but now is as good as ever,”


  • Jumin was always good about protecting you from he news and media.
  • But he couldn’t help it when they arrived to the restaurant you two were eating at.
  • Jumin noticed your wary glaces towards there cameramen and reporters, and how you bite your lip like you always did when you got nervous.
  • He sighed and spoke “I’m no longer hungry, MC. How about you?”
  • You couldn’t even respond, just meekly nodded along. Anxiety started to build up and settle in the pit of your stomach.
  • Jumin quickly paid, and helped you up from your seat. He noticed how you shook as you grabbed his hand. He wanted to help you, to shield you away from anything that would make you feel like this.
  • Outside was chaotic, for it was rare for the media to get coverage of you two together. Jumin’s bodyguards rushed both of you out of the media’s eyes as they shouted comments and questions. You were suffocating.
  • Your knees grew weak, and you were sudden aware of your own beating hard. 
  • You could have collapsed right there, if it weren’t for Jumin holding you tightly against his chest. “’Don’t worry, Sweetie. We’re here,”
  • The bodyguard opened the car door for you both. You never left go of Jumin as you slid inside. 
  • You cried in his arms, and he kissed the top of your forehead while whispering soothing words into your ear, “You’re safe now, my sweetheart,”


  • You woke up, sweating and unable to catch your breath. Another nightmare. Lately, you’ve haven’t been sleeping much due to nerve-wracking nightmares that carried well after you woke up. 
  • “S-Saeyoung?” 
  • you rolled over shook his shoulders. His looked over at you with sleepy eyes and yawned. “What it is, MC?” 
  • “I’m sorry to wake you, I just don’t want to be alone right now. I’ve… been having bad nightmares,” 
  • Saeyoung became more alert upon noticing you have been crying by the sound of you voice. He frowned and patted the spotted next to him. “You’re not alone, come here. Tell me what your dreaming about.”
  • You snuggled in close to him, trying to organize your thoughts together. “I don’t know. Everything? Mint eye, Rika, V… You leaving me or getting hurt,”
  • You cried harder at the thought of it. You wouldn’t know what to do without him. Saeyoung’s heart broke. Deep down, he still feared the same thing.
  • He let you cry, wiping your eyes and showering you with kisses at any moment. “That’s silly, MC. I’m not going anywhere. I promise. You know what? I pinky promise!”

ahhh this wasnt too angsty. regardless, i hope you enjoy :^))

Requests are open! Check out my rules and guidelines before requesting!


i think it’s hilarious how the difference between batman and flash comics can really be boiled down to the characters’ names.  like, who lives in gotham?  you’ve got

  • bruce wayne
  • selina kyle
  • harvey dent
  • dick grayson
  • tim drake
  • edward nygma
  • stephanie brown

and then all the flash characters are like

  • bartholomew “barry” allen
  • who the fuck names their child bartholomew?
  • for that matter who the fuck names their child wallace
  • that’s a terrible name
  • especially since it’s wallace rudolph.  that poor kid.
  • hartley rathaway.  idk where to begin even with hartley rathaway.
  • james jesse would be OK if it weren’t a fucking folk tale reference
  • i’d like to know who comes up with a name like leonard snart.  i want to fight them.
  • for real tho is eobard even a name ???? what is that

tbh iris west is fucking blessed with a beautiful name in a city of parents who hated their children

anonymous asked:

Ok so I know it's kind your thing to make sad klance Aus all the time but honestly really truely it's bringing me down. Like a lot. Espehaly today because for some fucking reason today has been extra terrible. And honestly your a good artist and I do enjoy your worK it just. Can we have at least one nice sweet cupple thing inbetween all the Angst. Like feel free to tell me to fuck off if I'm being to unsensitive or something but just once in a while take a break please.

sorry to hear about that anon, i’m not in a very good head space myself

it’s not all too couple-y but it’s what i could manage, hope u like it

omgpipercy  asked:

any romantic pipercy headcanons? I'm more on the brotp side but i need some romance alSo tysm for answering my other ask❤️

i never got notified for this?? so im so sorry it took so long omg @ tumblr why, but yesss i always am ready to talk about pipercy!!!

  • ok so they are the actual messiest couple
  • not like they fight a lot, but like they are both just genuinely messy people and combined its terrible. like they can never keep track of anything and forget appointments and always get side tracked and are always late etc etc
  • but somehow in their attempts to get where they need to go they always end up having wild stories that all their friends are left ??? at
  • this isn’t a headcanon just a fact, but they are both insanely hot? you know the kind of people you see on the street and your like, are they a model? 
  • which means when they’re out together (which is a lot) it’s like intimidating bc they’re so good looking wtf??
  • they’re really soft around each other
  • like yeah they joke around a lot, and get competitive over video games (mario cart lmao) or get in arguments over superheroes (piper was team captain america, percy was team iron man) and sometimes their general vibe comes of more best friend-ish than boyfriend/girlfriend-ish
  • but like isn’t that good?
  • neither of them would want to be with someone who wasn’t their friend first
  • anyways back to the softness
  • idk if like percy fell asleep on the couch after a horror binge (percy didn’t watch horror classics growing up like the exorcist, rosemary’s baby, the shining, etc etc. and piper horror buff™ mclean wasn’t going to let that stand) and piper covered him with a blanket and kissed his forehead
  • or when piper’s having a rough day percy will get her favorite pistachio baklava from the deli that just far enough away to be inconvenient
  • they’re always touching, grabbing each others hands to make sure the other person is there, or piper will squeeze percy’s upper arm if she’s excited, and percy will sling an arm over piper’s shoulders or around her waste and just
  • they don’t even mean for it to be like a thing. but everyone around them just vaguely feels like their intruding bc it’s so casually intimate
  • they also kiss a lot
  • not just like full on kissing, but like cheek kisses, forehead kisses, hand kisses 
  • i mean obviously they spend a lot of time at the beach, both of them love the ocean, and they surf together and lounge in the sand and maybe attempt to build a sand castle (emphasis on attempt)
  • ,,, look im not saying they stay at montauk but they do and it’s just so good and they have a camp fire and share ghost stories and laugh and roast marshmallows and kiss 
  • they both love new york. percy bc he’s percy of course he loves new york, and piper bc it grew on her and she loves the way percy’s eyes light up when talking about the city and she loves the memories she has there
  • both are really sentimental people so they just have so many pictures, like boxes full just of them and their adventures (non demigod related adventures thank god) and their friends and family and
  • they are just both so in love
  • they’re one of those couples that when you see them you get that ache in your chest bc you know you know they love each other so much and would literally do anything for the other

and ok im going to stop bc this got out of hand, but i hope you like these!!! 

What went down in Reflekta
  • Vincent: all right everyone, it's time to pose for a photo!
  • Chloé: are you Pixelator?
  • Vincent: what? no! Pixelator's a creepy stalker and imma an Italian stereotype
  • Chloé: I think you're Pixelator
  • Chloé: he's named Vincent, he's a photographer, he's probs even voiced by Matt Mercer, although I think the wiki might be wrong about that
  • Chloé: so are you Pixelator, lying, or a result of a discontinuity between the scriptwriters and animators?
  • Vincent: f**kin bring it Chloé
  • Chloé: oh no he's gonna snap me to a digital void with a magic camera
  • Vincent: no, go stand in the back of the class photo
  • Chloé: I stand in the front or imma call my daddy
  • Vincent: oh good, I could use an assistant, now make like a pizza and olive me alone
  • Marinette: ok wow Chloé's no match for this guy
  • Juleka: I thought this episode was about me
  • Chloé: oh yeah right
  • Chloé: Sabrina, go lock Juleka in the bathroom
  • Juleka: this is not what I meant :(
  • Marinette: um Vincent could you maybe do something about this
  • Vincent: sorry I'm too busy wrecking Chloé
  • Rose: *rescues Juleka*
  • Juleka: this whole situation is terrible
  • Juleka: I've got some kinda curse, Chloé's after me, and the scriptwriters still won't let us be canonically gay
  • Rose: so you're gonna get akumatized?
  • Juleka: what no that sounds like the worst possible idea
  • Hawkmoth: I disagree
  • Juleka: nobody asked you Hawkmoth
  • *Reflekta happens*
  • Reflekta: dammit
  • Reflekta: why is it pink
  • Hawkmoth: it's the traditional color of chaotic evil
  • Reflekta: I think you just made that up
  • Hawkmoth: yeah maybe
  • Hawkmoth: now make more people pink
  • Reflekta: why
  • Hawkmoth: so that you can give everyone your face in order to finally be seen
  • Reflekta: that's really creepy
  • Reflekta: why couldn't you just give me a giant projector like Lady Wifi had?
  • Hawkmoth: idk now go zap some people
  • Reflekta: *zaps Chloé*
  • *Reflekta happens*
  • Reflekta: wait so I'm Reflekta now?
  • Reflekta: no I'm Reflekta, you're Chloé
  • Reflekta: but the chat transcript clearly lists me as Reflekta
  • Reflekta: oh god this is confusing
  • Reflekta: so do I get to zap people too?
  • Reflekta: no that's just me
  • Reflekta: dangit
  • Chat Noir: oh god, you both look exactly alike! which of you do I kill
  • Ladybug: no killing anyone pls
  • Chat Noir: omg have some respect for the trope Ladybug
  • *Reflekta happens*
  • Reflekta: this was not well thought out
  • Reflekta: ok imma go zap some more people so BYE
  • Ladybug: ok Chat Noir let's go set up a trap for her
  • Ladybug: which of you is Chat Noir
  • Reflekta: that's me so let's go stop a villain together and it'll be amazing
  • Ladybug: ok you're Chloé
  • Ladybug: other Reflekta, are you Chat Noir
  • Reflekta: indeed I am, m'lady!
  • Ladybug: call me that one more time and I'm going with Chloé
  • Reflekta: my apologies, m'ladybug
  • Ladybug: right that's even worse
  • Ladybug: come along Chloé
  • Reflekta: aw dangit
  • Ladybug: on second thought imma go at this alone
  • Reflekta: aw dangit
  • Reflekta: it's funny cause both of us are sad now
  • Ladybug: *ollies outy*
  • Reflekta: hey André are you ready for a makeover
  • André: not really feelin this
  • Reflekta: yeah me neither but I need a sidekick so
  • *Reflekta happens*
  • Reflekta: nvm I'm defs feelin this, it's totes my color
  • Reflekta: great now lets go to the place Ladybug's telling us to on the TV
  • Ladybug: wait that worked?
  • Reflekta: *dramatically enters studio*
  • Ladybug: Reflekta? more like RefWRECKEDa!!!
  • Ladybug: aaaaaaaand you're not the real one
  • Reflekta: nope
  • Ladybug: good cause I need to think of a better line
  • Reflekta: HEY GUYS
  • Ladybug: Reflekta! how dare you menace the city of Paris with your confusion and bright pink! this will be your final stand, and will mark the end of
  • Reflekta: yeah the first line was better
  • Ladybug: well have it your way
  • Ladybug: *RefWRECKS her*
  • Juleka: oh good it's finally over

OK I know this has been brought up a lot already, but since his mother is technically a Disney princess….. does this mean Kylo Ren = actual Disney prince Ben Organa-Solo ?? ?

aand to no-one’s surprise this emo space prince is my most terrible of faves

anonymous asked:

Am I terrible if i ship u and ur Human!Tamatoa? E///E Ok no, ignore me i'm sorry I'M A SINNER,,,

~ As a creator, i guess i’m kinda more like a crazy Mom hhaha ( Or maybe partners in crime HUEHUEHUE ) Well, even if he can change his size for a more decent one to communicate with humans, mah Human Tamatoa doesn’t seem to wanna cooperate >:’3 ♥ Sorry but drawing this made me laugh so damn much so i had to

anonymous asked:

Maybe Sam x Kendrick going on a hunt together? Talking abt lucifer? And maybe some of that "seduction" if you're comfortable with it?

It stands to reason that they’d run into the witch twins relatively close to when they’d met them — after all, hunters usually ended up on the same track, following the signs of the freshest hunt on the map. Sam’s not sure when he and Dean became reluctant when it came to teaming up with others — y’know, watching so many friends die around you usually’ll do it — but they weren’t given much option. Max and Alicia slide into the booth and that’s that, they’re in the middle of a wendigo hunt.

Dedicated to Asa, of course. And perhaps even to John Winchester, who guided them through many similar hunts of their own. They trudge through heavy brush on a hunch; missing teens, shredded campsite, looked to be pretty solid, even if the weather patterns weren’t exactly perfectly aligned. Sam figured it was worth a romp and a couple of flare guns. 

Dean and Alicia hit the families for information, and he and the witch have merely decided to play guard to the chirping green canopy stretched out before them. Dean of course was hesitant, always hesitant, because leaving him with what was nearly a stranger wasn’t great. But Sam didn’t mind. It was good for them to branch out a little.

Truth be told, he saw something beneficial, in that wake. 

Unified community. People watching each other’s backs. 

Maybe they need a little bit of that. What was it he said to Dean, before? Looking for someone to be with, who would understand the life? Yeah. Maybe they just need a few helping hands to guide them through their bitter, aged isolation. Or maybe Sam just feels that odd, seasonal burst of neediness, of a desire for companionship. He may be far more withdrawn from societal norms than he’s ever been before, but it didn’t mean he always enjoyed being alone.

“You know,” Max says in a low, smooth sound, passing Sam a cold beer from that old familiar green cooler. “My sister is probably seducing your brother. She’s got a real thing for freckles. We could end up abandoned.”

He grins, and Sam rolls his eyes at the thought.

“Well, at least someone’ll be happy tonight.” A record in his head skips when he remembers they’re talking about each other’s siblings — even worse, he’s talking about his brother having sex with this guy’s sister (younger? older? by how much? how old are they, again?). He flusters, waving a hand. “I mean, sorry, that’s — brain bleach. I shouldn’t — ”

“Talk about my sister in post-coital bliss with your functionally alcoholic stud of a brother?” Max grins around the rim of the beer bottle, gulping. “It’s fine, man. We’re not exactly a conventional family. We’re both massive perverts and we know it.”

Sam snorts, and though still mildly ashamed, they sit in relatively restful silence. It’s still bright out, and they’re still comfortably in their wards with flare guns rested in their laps. Max’s smile is still there when Sam glances at him, a sort of mischievous twist that reminds him of Dean in their high school years. 

“I mean,” Max says, “We could always steal their thunder.”

He says it so easily, like it’s breathing, or something. Sam chokes on his drink, hair flopping a bit. Looking at this guy — not a kid, he reminds himself, because sometimes everyone looks like a kid to his old soul — he flounders a bit for an answer. It’s not the first time he’s been hit on by guys. But the dangerous and seductive Sam that didn’t give two shits and dove into rough kissing and heavy touches had died twice: once when he caused a fucking Apocalypse, and once when his soul was unceremoniously shoved back in like a man into an iron maiden. 

So. Still awkward territory. He clears his throat.

“Uh, pass. I don’t think that’s really my thing.”

“Never been with a guy before?” Max asks, humored. Sam’s always been terrible at being anything but honest, when it comes to matters of the heart. And bedfellow. 

“… Not exactly. It’s been…. a long time.” He laughs, flustered, pressing his cold beer to his temple. “You’re kind of young for me, aren’t you?”

“I’m a hunter in my mid-twenties. It makes me at least forty in experience.” He nudges Sam with an easy aura about him. “In hunting in a forest and in a bedroom.” And Sam just shakes his head, because at this guy’s age, he was mourning the loss of his fiance. Max is definitely more of a Dean Winchester build than him. 

He blinks and the man is leaning in close, breath hot and eyes translucent green in the sunshine that perforates the treetops. “Maybe I could give you a lesson or two on those seduction techniques I learned, old man.”

And for a moment, Sam nearly leans right into it at first go, like he’d be rude not to — that’d be him, too polite to decline when an attractive and decent person actually gives him a chance to say no. It’s Piper all over again, with her easy smile and her earnest question — You wanna go have a night of it, just you and me? And he had been so fucking relieved to actually get a say in it, he left his jacket in the diner. Now there’s a hesitancy, and the other man sees it easily — and in a move fifty times more sexy than the actual flirting, he leans away with some level of concern in his brow to give Sam space. 

Fuck it.

Max seems surprised when Sam’s lips hit his first, like his whole routine had been jarred and taken right out of his hands and into Sam’s, who is apparently more capable than he’d bet on; he kisses back after a moment of Sam’s expert tongue probing, his confusion sparking into genuinely impressed amusement. Sam’s not really into guys as much as girls; he’s got his exceptions, lord knows he does, but this is a road less traveled. He’s more familiar with softer curves and less angled jawlines. But hell, it’s nice, and Max is entirely pleased with the state of things. Sam, too, really. It’s good. It’s good to feel fingers slide under layers of plaid to massage the skin beneath. It’s good, it’s good, it’s good. And it’s not in his head; that much he’s sure about. His back hurts from being thrown into bookshelves, bruised to hell and stiff. This is reality. And reality smells nice, like carefully selected cologne from some mid-tier clothing store.

It’s nice.

… Until they accidentally set off the flare gun being manhandled between them and it goes spiraling off into the sky.

When Dean and Alicia return, no clear traces of debauchery in the states of their hair or clothes, they find Sam sitting red-faced with his shirt askew and Max — Belle of the Ball — grinning and twirling the spent flare-gun on his index finger. 

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(EDIT: fixed for Max’s name)