this may come as a surprise

Romano's characterization for you ☆

I hope it will help you with writing imagines with Romano!

So, the thing that is really important about him (and a lot of people forget about it) is the fact that he is mean and rude only towards men. But he is extremally friendly towards women. Fanfic writers forget about it a lot and write stories where Romano is rude to a female reader. Himaruya also mentioned that Romano protects women from the bad guys. It probably comes from the fact that male countries had always wanted to lay their hands on him and they were usually the ones who wanted to get rid of him.

It is also good to mention that he is even more of a coward than his brother, Feliciano. The only times he isn’t like it are the moments where he defends women in trouble. He is really confident when put in this situation.

It may also be surprising but as I read in 2011 Christmas Event, he is shown to be somewhat a hard worker even though he used to be lazier before it. Even Germany and Prussia complimented him.

It is also very surprising that Romano gets along with America very well.

He’s picky about his food (he won’t eat anything foreign, especially cheese or potatoes)

In Just 2 Minutes You Can Grasp the Exterior of the European Economy, Romano is shown to hate his mafia. They really influenced his character and may have ruined his view of the world. And due to him being a coward, he doesn’t usually talks badly about mafia.

He basically acts like “I don’t fucking care what you think.

A very important thing is also the fact that he is jealous of his brother. Because Romano was always in the shadow of Veneziano. It is especially show in strips with Chibi!Romano and Boss Spain. Romano thinks he lacks talent and is much worse than Vene.

Also, Romano’s clumsiness comes from his choreia. He had it as a child but Spain helped him overcome it.

Good luck!

@imaginehetaliadorks I love you, darling that is so perfect! Thank you, I hope that now I can write imagines for Romano
May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.
—  Neil Gaiman

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. 

I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. 

And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”
~Neil Gaiman

Concerning Lauren Zuke

I’ve been seeing a lot of vitriol in the SU fandom, specifically towards Amedot shippers, due the rumors that Lauren may be leaving the show. These rumors come from leaks that may or may not be real detailing things that Zuke posted to their blog. Blaming fans for this is just misinformed

Zuke literally said they were having disputes with the Crewniverse and how they wanted to leave an abusive environment. It has nothing to do with shippers. They weren’t happy with the current leadership, called Rebecca a “narcicisst with a kid’s show” and generally seemed pretty pissed at the crew in general. Personally, I wish the best of Zuke on their journeys if they truly are leaving, but I can’t say I’m surprised nor distressed. Creative differences happen, and considering recent events in the show and character arcs I can see what might have been the problem. I personally wasn’t a fan of Lauren’ Peridot or Lapis, but I still hope she will stay. We will see.

In the meantime, can we all just behave?

Originally posted by anushbanush

When you compliment the Zodiac Signs

Aries: “Shut up. *aggressive blushing*”
Taurus: “Oh. *internal debate over responding     with ‘I know’ or ‘thank you.’*”
Gemini: “Thank you. Where is that coming from?     What brought that to mind? *curious Gemini is curious*”
Cancer: “No, you [returns compliment]! *giggle     galore*”
Leo: “Hahahaha no. *rejects compliment, but     is secretly super flattered*”
Virgo: “Alright. *moves on with life*”
Libra: “Aww, ya really think so?” *secretly     hopes for more compliments*
Scorpio: “Oh, is that so?” *violently blushes,     while suspicious as to what other person is trying to do*
Sagittarius: “Do you really mean it?” *happy 5evar*
Capricorn: “Thanks.” *isn’t surprised*
Aquarius: “Well, I may or may not agree with you,     but I appreciate the sentiment regardless!” *tries to decide if they agree     or disagree*
Pisces: “Oh! You are too sweet! Thank you so     much!” *gently blushes and hides face in hands*


I’m just gonna sing this song till the end of days like the rest of everyone !! 💦


12x15 “Somewhere Between Heaven and Hell”
Silent Storytelling Galore: When Expressions Say Much More Than Words

This is a face of utter defeat. A face of complete disillusion and seeing things exactly for what they are: freaking sad. Dean has been shown done with lieing a multitude of times this season, but this moment like no others before drive home, just how done Dean is with them. I don’t think he was truly surprised when Sam told him where he got the phone calls and jobs from at the end of the episode. It was more like a sad: “I thought so.” Dean isn’t on board. He’ll never be on board. His entire body language screams that. And that’ll pose issues further down the line. Will Dean become the next “rogue hunter” the BritMoL may think they need to deal with? I personally hope that come whatever the narrative will focus on how Dean cannot “be tamed” or “controlled” - because that’s in the end what the BritMoL want, utter and complete control over them - he is the ultimate symbol for free will after all.

And I Drove You Crazy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) One Shot ❤

A/N: hey y'all! This is most likely the most sinful thing I’ve ever written. I had to take some breaks while writing 😂 but this is dedicated to the lovely, super awesome @diving-down-to-wonderland for her birthday! (HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY HUN!) I hope you like it! ❤❤❤
- Delilah ❤

And I Drove You Crazy: Reader’s bike needs to be repaired asap, leading her to come across an insanely gorgeous mechanic whom she may or may not want to bang the second she lays eyes on him.

Warnings: SMUT! Semi-Public sex. Unprotected sex.


You stood outside the garage, nervously glancing at your phone.

Kicking the small rocks with your shoe, you could already feel the embarrassed blush making its way onto your cheeks. You’ve only had the bike for three days and you’ve already managed to crash it like a doofus. Your father had saved up for an entire year to surprise you with it for your college graduation, but not before posting numerous pictures of you on Instagram as you attempted to ride it. Despite his protests that you should at least let someone train you, you convinced him to let you take it for a spin to the beach, that’s all. No biggie, right?


It was a giant biggie. One that would surely give your father a heart attack ober if you showed up back at his house with a totaled bike with cuts and scrapes. You don’t even know how it happened, really. One minute you were totally fine, cruising along the backroads of the small town. Then suddenly, a little baby squirrel decided that was an excellent time to scurry across the road. You narrowly avoided the little shit, but it costed you your bike. You swore that if you ever spotted that little rodent again, you’d throw whatever was closest to you on sight. Regardless of how crazy you’d look.

You looked back at your phone once again as your good friend Steve sent you another text.

[From: Stevie]
Don’t worry, kid. He’ll have her looking as good as new in no time. Bucky’s a pro. (-;

Who the hell is Bucky?

You’ve never heard of him talk about him other than one occasion. Apparently everyone besides you has met the man before and you couldn’t help but feel a bit left out. Steve always brought his friends around you. Even Wanda had met him before, and she was your best friend! He even brought Peggy around him when they started dating last year. Hearing the sound of the garage door opening, you jumped and shoved your phone back into your pocket.

Steve never told you that his friend was a Calvin Klein model.

He certainly looked like he could be. The man was absolutely stunning. His brown hair was pulled back into a low bun, with the exception of a few strays that were pulled behind his ears. He wore a black tank top that showed off his very toned body that you were positive didn’t come from just sitting around and eating Doritos all day. No, this man worked out quite a bit and it was paying off. But despite his hypnotizing blue eyes and boy-next-door smile, that’s not what caught your attention the most.

It was the arm. The arm that was made of metal. The arm that was made of metal that instantly got you aroused by just looking at it.

“You must be Y/N, right?” He smiles, holding out his flesh hand for you to shake. You can’t help but notice how long his fingers were. Immediately you were flooded of images of them brushing against your clit. Whisking the sinful thoughts away, you shook his hand, smiling awkwardly. Pull it together, Y/N!

You prayed he didn’t catch it, but when you looked back into his eyes, you caught a hint of something there. As if he’d been studying you. You smiled, crossing your arms over your body.

“Yeah,” you let out a nervous laugh. “And you’re Bucky, right?” When he smiled again, it reached his eyes. You were always a sucker for blue.
Nodding intently, his gaze traveled behind you.

“Shit, doll,” he breathed, walking past you and towards your bike. “I thought you said you wrecked it?”

You blinked. “I did,”.

He let out a chuckle, running his metal hand through his hair. The gears clicked and shifted mechanically, causing your eyes to widen. It was probably the strangest thing you’ve ever been turned on by. It was an arm, for Christ’s sake!

“It looks like a transformer chewed it up and spat it out.” He crouched down so that he was eye level with the seat and ran a hand along the metal. You could see the wheels turning in his head as he focused, his brows drawn together as he studied the scraped metal. You’ve never seen anything so attractive.

“Can you fix it, though?” You ask, biting your lip nervously. If you didn’t get this to your dad in a few hours you’d be dead meat. Not to mention he’d take the bike back until you had someone to train you. That could take weeks.

Standing back up, he turned to you, a playful smirk on his lips. “I can fix anything, doll. Give me a few hours and she’ll be running just fine.”

You let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you so much! My dad would’ve disowned me if I showed up with it like this.”


After spending a couple hours wandering around the shop, you concluded that Bucky’s shop was the coolest place on earth. It was surprisingly clean, with the exception of a couple of oil blots here and there. There were quite a few pictures along the walls. They were mostly of him and Steve from the time they were kids, all the way up until they were adults. They must’ve been friends for years.

“How long have you known Steve?” you ask, sitting on the small stool. You had an excellent view of Bucky. The way his arms flexed as he worked, glistening with a thin layer of sweat from the August heat outside. His hands and arms were covered with motor oil, but you honestly found it made him look even more stunning. He looked away from his work and peered up at you with a grin.

“We go way back. I met him on the playground in third grade. Poor guy was getting picked on by some punks.” His eyes gave off a hint of nostalgia as he spoke.

“Did you save little Stevie?” you teased, smirking down at him. This earned a chuckle from him.

“You could say that,” he says, his eyes falling to your lips. He looked away just as quickly and went back to working on the bike. “I kind of had to do that a few times growing up.”

You knew Steve got bullied as a kid. He always told you stories whenever he got drunk enough. But not once did he ever tell you the bit where Bucky swooped in and saved the day, he always left that part out every time.

You found yourself staring at his metal arm again. This time, Bucky picked up on it.

“You wanna touch it, doll?” He asks, setting his tools down and looking up at you with a smirk. One that sent shivers down your spine. God, this man was hot. With an eager nod, you watched as he stood and walked over to you. He crouched again, placing his metal arm in your lap.

You trailed your fingers along the metal, taking in every little detail. It was a bit cooler than his body temperature, despite the scorching heat outside. You wondered how it must’ve felt during the winter. Most of all, you wondered how he uh…pleasured himself. It was just a random though! You knew he was left handed by the fact that he used all of the tools with his metal arm despite the perfectly fine arm on the right. So it only made sense that he used it to pleasure himself with it as well, right?

You didn’t notice it until then, but Bucky had been studying your every move while you looked at his arm. His blue eyes watched your face for any signs of disgust, but found none. He hated to admit, but it was his biggest insecurity. And seeing you, one of the most attractive women he’s come across, openly touch it without any kind of fear made him feel warm inside.

When you were aware of his gaze, your eyes flickered to his, staring back with just as much intensity.

That’s when you leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss onto his lips.

And much to your surprise, he kissed back twice as hard.

His tongue ran along your bottom lip, begging to be inside your mouth. You parted your lips and allowed it. This was by far the greatest kiss you’ve ever experienced. His tongue danced with yours as his hands traveled to your hips, rubbing small circles into them. You let out a small whimper, one that only made him pull away.

“Jesus –are you sure you wanna do this?” he asks.

You roll your eyes playfully and wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. “I want this, now fuck my brains out.”

In one swift move, he hooked his hands underneath your ass and lifted you up. He was even stronger than he looked.

He made his way over to your bike and gently set you down on it. Your back was resting on the front engine, your head resting on the metal between the handles. Watching you with lustful eyes, he reached behind him and pulled the black tank top over his head.

His body was literal perfection. His body was still glistening from the summer heat, covered with dark smears of oil. His jeans hung low on his waist, giving you a small view of his happy trail. He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down his legs. His lower body was just as toned as the upper half. Especially his toned thighs that flexed each time he lifted a leg out of the clothing on the floor.

“Now, as beautiful you are with that outfit on,” he smirks, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your mouth. You feel his hands snake their way to the waistband of your leggings and tug them down harshly. “I bet you’re twice as beautiful without them.” He stared down at the small red panties that covered your pussy and licked his lips.

He reached down, slipping a finger between your legs. You felt the coldness of his metal digits as they slowly traveled down your thigh, sending goosebumps all over your body. Your breathing increased. You weren’t even fully unclothed, yet he was about to make you cum by just touching your legs.

His fingers rested on the material of your panties, rubbing against the cloth with harsh circles. You let out a small groan, your head falling back onto the metal. His fingers worked faster, working the wetness between your legs into the material. All while his eyes never left yours. He loved watching you squirm.

“Stop teasing!” you whined, moving your hips in time with his fingers. You needed him inside you now. You didn’t care that the garage was only half closed or that he wanted to go easy on you. You loved it rough and you wanted it just like that. With an amused chuckle, Bucky slid the damp panties down your legs and placed tossed them to the side, leaving your pussy fully exposed.

His hands found themselves on the buttons of your flannel, tugging at the material harshly causing the buttons to pop one at a time. You would’ve said something if you weren’t so turned on at the moment. You ached for him and yet he teased you like this. It was torture! Completely mad on his end. Once the flannel was discarded from your body, he wasted no time unhooking the front of your bra and tossing that to the side as well.

You were fully naked, dripping for him as you lie on your brand new bike.

Never in a million years did you picture this happening. It all felt so surreal. Bucky leaned forward and knead the soft flesh of your breasts with his hands, flicking your nipples with his tongue.

“Such gorgeous tits, Y/N,” he murmured, taking one into his mouth and sucking harshly. This earned a small yelp from you. He let go with a small pop. “And they’re all mine, aren’t they?” he asked.

You nodded furiously, your legs beginning to tremble.

“Say it, doll,” he commanded, sliding his boxers down his legs and kicking them to the side. “I want you to fucking say it.”

“They’re yours, Bucky,” you cried. “It’s all yours!”

You felt the bike shift a bit as he straddled it. His hands grabbed your hips forcefully and lifted your body upwards. Your eyes traveled down his body until they rested on the impressively large cock between your bodies. Your eyes widened, excitement filled your body. You rolled your hips upwards, your pussy nudging his cock.

“Is this what you want, sweetheart?” he asks, running the tip of it along your gripping slit. Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as you nodded.

“Please,” you whimper desperately.

Without warning, Bucky thrusted inside you, filling you completely. His metal hand gripped one of the handle bars of the bike, while the other was planted on your hip securely, preventing you from falling off. His pace was brutal as he fucked into you, your shoulders pressing into the small radio buttons. You let out a cry, enjoying the burning stretch of his size. It’s been so long since you’ve had someone fill out like this, you felt complete.

Bucky threw his head back, letting out a breathy moan. “You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Your hands held onto his hips as they slammed into your bruised ones. The sounds of his cock entering you echoed throughout the room. You could feel him entering you deeper and deeper with each thrust. You didn’t want it to end. You wanted this to last forever.

“Ah-ah-ah, Bucky I’m gonna come!” you say, your words stuttering as he pounded into you. Your hands found their way onto his behind, pressing them into you forcefully. You needed it deeper. This earned a growl from the older man. The fact that Bucky barely even knew you, yet he was fucking you raw on your bike in semi-public added to the pleasure. Anyone could just pop up and see them, but you didn’t care.

But of course, you had an amazing talent for jinxing yourself.

The sound of an engine, followed by tires on gravel caused the two of you to freeze; your eyes widened with fear. Oh god, what if it was your father? You’d literally die of embarrassment. Whoever it was, slammed the door closed and walked towards the garage reluctantly.

“Buck?” Steve called out. You felt your heart race even more. You were supposed to be getting your bike fixed, not fucked on it! Especially not by Steve’s childhood best friend.

Bucky, noticing your shocked expression, smiled wickedly at you. You felt him pull his hips back before thrusting back into you harshly. Before you could let out any noise, his metal hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off any noise. Your eyes widened with shock as he pounded into you. You could feel your juices sliding down your thighs, coating him with it.

“Hey, punk!” Bucky called over his shoulder.

Your eyes almost shot out of your head. You wrapped your hands around his metal wrist, trying to get his attention, but the pleasure from his thrusts and your nearing orgasm prevented you from causing any commotion.

You heard Steve let out a laugh, followed by his footsteps getting closer. “Have you seen, Y/N?” he asked. “She hasn’t been answering her phone lately and I’m worried.”

You could feel yourself clenching around his cock, your orgasm beginning to approach. Bucky thrusted harder, his cock hitting your g spot expertly. The sound of your head slamming back against the metal made Steve jump.

“U-uh, yeah!” Bucky stammered, closing his eyes at the feeling of your pulsing pussy. “She left about an hour ago. I fixed her bike up.” Steve let out a sigh of relief.

“You’re a real lifesaver, Buck,” he praised. “Her dad would’ve lost it if she showed up with it all banged up like that.” Bucky’s hand tightened around your throat as he felt his own release approaching.

“Y-yeah, it’s a really nice bike,” he says before glancing down at you. “Really nice.”

“Are you okay? You sound like you’re in pain. Are you sick again, Bucky?” Steve’s gone into mother mode again. But at the wrong time.

“I think I’m coming down with a cold, actually –ah!” your orgasm rips through you unlike any other. Your mouth falls open in a silent scream, tears running down your face as his cock hits your sweet spot repeatedly. Bucky lets out a small grunt, spilling inside of you, coating your walls with his come.

“Buck? Do you need any he-“

“NO!” he shouts before clearing his throat. “No, I just need to rest a bit. I’ll call you later, alright?”
Steve hesitates. You could almost hear his inner debate. After a few seconds, you hear the sound of his footsteps fading.

"I’ll see ya later then,” he calls. “Call me if you need anything!”

You both relax at the sound of tires on gravel once again.

Bucky let go of your throat, smiling sheepishly when you let out a breath. “I’m sorry about that,” he says, running his flesh hand on the reddened flesh. You were too blissed out to argue; you’d just experience the most intense orgasm in your life. Who could be pissed right now? You were just relieved you didn’t get caught. Steve would probably cry himself to sleep every night if caught a glimpse of that.

“’s okay,” you smile, shifting uncomfortably. You wince when you feel the buttons pressing into your naked back. Bucky’s hand snakes underneath yours and sits you up.

You sit in silence for a few minutes, his hand gently massaging your back.

“We should probably get off this thing now,” He chuckles huskily. It sends shivers down your spine and you nod in agreement.

“I’m gonna need a long shower to wash all these sinful acts away.” This earns a snort from him.

“You know,” he says, peering down into your eyes with a playful smile. One that has your core already dripping for him once again. “I’ve got a really nice shower back home.”

You gasp dramatically and place a hand on your chest.

"Bucky Barnes, are you trying to take me home with you?” You both laugh as he helps you off the bike.

“I …” he trails off. “I was gonna ask you out this weekend, but I’ll take that, too!”

You wrap your arms around his neck.

"How about we do both?” you ask. He nods, placing a small kiss onto your cheek.

“Both it is, doll.”

-FIN ❤

*jumps into pool filled with holy water* hope you guys liked it!

Tadpolehemmings’ Smutty September!

Thank you to the amazing Cat (@lattecalum) for this beautiful edit!

I’m so happy to announce the arrival of Smutty September! This is an event in which I post a new smut everyday of the month, including eight of each boy and two special items! 

I took inspiration from 5sexonds-of-smut’s 25 days of smut (it wouldn’t let me tag the blog), so full credit to them for giving me this idea! I started writing for this in May and I’m the worst at keeping secrets so I’m honestly surprised I’ve kept it this quiet for so long.

Anywayyy, this is going to be a masterpost where I’ll link each imagine with a little synopsis part. Please enjoy reading!!

Feedback/excitement would be appreciated! (pls come freak out with me)

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Wishing you all a better, easier & happier year ahead …

May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.

(Neil Gaiman)

musicals ft. summaries

Phantom of The Opera: gross goth guy lives beneath sewer and writes an opera

Natasha, Pierre and The Great Comet of 1812: seriously who the fuck writes an electropop opera about a 1200 page russian novel

Hamilton: seriously who the fuck writes a hip hop musical about alexander fucking hamilton

Zombie Prom: you know, taking your dead ex-boyfriend to prom may have seemed like a good idea in theory but im not sure anymore

In The Heights: somehow humorous and depressing all at the same time, also gay

Lizzie the Musical: okay im not kidding this time who the fuck writes a musical about lizzie fucking borden

Heathers the Musical: dating creepy guys in trench coats is probably a bad idea

Carrie the Musical: if you make fun of someone for getting their period, you’re in for a big surprise buddy

Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson: who the actual fuck comes up with the idea to write a musical about the seventh president of the usa

Wicked: green gay meets pink gay and it’s pretty gay

Ghost Quartet: who the fuck comes up with this shit though

Les Misérables: emotional pain feat. gay revolutionaries

Spring Awakening: not explaining puberty to sexually frustrated teenagers is probably a bad idea

Waitress: deep shit blueberry pie and overly lovable characters

21 Chump Street: drugs are not the way to a woman’s heart, apparently

Sweeney Todd: okay no seriously who the everliving fuck comes up with this shit

Love Never Dies: i don’t have any funny joke for this lnd just sucks

CATS: i mean i guess writing a musical about cats may have seemed like a good idea in theory

Starlight Express: what the fuck alw

remember how trump supporters/third-party voters loved to bring up trump’s isolationist foreign “policy” as a reason why he would be the a better president than mean old “killary”?

well, in a speech he held at CIA’s headquarters on jan. 21, your new orange fascist president openly informed the CIA, in front of several TV cameras, that he may start another iraq war just to steal their oil

and no, i’m not exaggerating, that’s literally what he said:

Trump also asserted his oft-stated belief that the United States bungled its exit from the country by not taking Iraq’s oil. “If we kept the oil, we wouldn’t have had ISIS in the first place,” Trump reasoned, saying that was how the Islamic State terrorist group made its money.

“The old expression, to the victor belong the spoils,” Trump said. He added, “We should’ve kept the oil. But, okay, maybe we’ll have another chance.” -  source [x]

so great job guys!

clearly trump was the lesser of two evils


I start from a position of pessimism. I figure if you’re pessimistic, you’re more likely to work harder - you won’t be disappointed and you may be well surprised. So I think the only great working tool is to come at it with high pessimism.


Georgetown, Texas, is a conservative town in a conservative state. So it may come as something of a surprise that it’s one of the first cities in America to be entirely powered by renewable energy.

Mayor Dale Ross, a staunch Republican who attended President Trump’s inauguration, says that decision came down to a love of green energy and “green rectangles” — cash.

When Georgetown’s old power contract was up in 2012, city managers looked at all their options. They realized wind and solar power are more predictable; the prices don’t fluctuate like oil and gas. So, a municipality can sign a contract today and know what the bill is going to be for the next 25 years.

That’s especially appealing in a place like Georgetown, where a lot of retirees live on fixed incomes.

Wind Energy Takes Flight In The Heart Of Texas Oil Country

Images: Ari Shapiro/NPR (top) and Joy Bonala for NPR (2)

“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art – write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.” -Neil Gaiman

Christmas Comes Early

Summary: Your mom forces you to go to a premature holiday party that you would rather not attend. To your surprise, you end up meeting one of your favorite actors, Jared Padalecki. 

Word Count: 4520 (oops)

Warnings: Smut!, unprotected sex (wrap it up), oral (female receiving), somewhat public sex, casual drinking, cursing

A/N: There’s a first time for everything! I’ve never written Jared before, but this fic came to me in a dream. Hope you guys enjoy! As always, like/reblog/send me some love if you enjoyed! Tagging some people at the bottom I think may enjoy(:

Originally posted by frozen-delight

“Y/N, for the hundredth time, yes you have to come to the party. I’m sick of making up excuses for why you don’t come to events with us.” Your mom sounded so exasperated over the phone, you could practically see her rubbing her temples. Your parents wanted you to come with them to your mom’s best friend’s holiday party around an hour away from your apartment, and you weren’t exactly feeling like going on your first free Saturday in a long time. Plus, the holidays were still three weeks away. Who has a party this early?

“Jake’s not going either!” Throwing your younger brother under the bus wasn’t a classy move, but you grasping at straws here.

“He has a tournament a state away. He can’t help that.”

“But Mom, I don’t think I have time to drive out there. I’m so busy,” you countered.

“You realize we share a Netflix account and that I can see that you’re forty-five minutes into a Black Mirror episode, right?” Shit, caught, you thought. You tried to think of any other excuse that could keep you firmly rooted to your couch for the rest of the weekend, but came up short.

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Derp Emblem: New Year’s Party

I mean, even though uh… Midnight was 17 hours ago in my timezone, Happy New Year everyone??? We have a lot planned for this upcoming year, with the first big thing happening within the next two weeks! I can’t tell you what it is or what day it’s going to be, but I think it’s a surprise that regular stream goers are going to enjoy! As for getting more stuff out, I’m still trying my best to work between all of the other things I have to do! Seriously though guys, thanks for sticking around for another fun-filled year and may many more come ❤

(Wingdings translation in the image captions!)