this one's for youuu

spirits-of-kin  asked:

If you are so inclined, I would love to see Ravenpaw drawn being brave or mature, since his anxiety was really only apparent while around Tigerstar and large groups of cats. However I saw your post with the list of current warriors requests, so I understand completely if you choose not to or do not have time ^_^ I just stumbled on your page and I love your art! When I have money in the future, I will contact you about commissions~

well, he did catch an adder before right? thats pretty brave

markiplier: defended pewdiepie getting two low income guys who didn’t know english banned from their only source of income by getting them to say nazi things, and is also one of the most obnoxious internet personalities

markiplier fans: youuu hateee himmmm becaue8use hess toooo nicee!!!!! leeaave him alone1!!!! 

anonymous asked:

why are there four dogs in our house?we don't own four dogs. we don't even own one." for the prompt thing thank youuu❤️

Request 07: Dog Days

Warnings: None

Requests are open. xx. 

“I’ve got m'self into a sligh’ predicament,” Harry murmured to himself as he watched the four furry animals play on the floor in front of him. There was a Boarder Collie named Jane, a Pitbull named Zeke, a Pug named Roxanne, and a Chihuahua named Loki. Harry wasn’t surprised at all that they were all getting along. He made sure that they were compatible at the shelter. Which, by the way, didn’t go as planned.

He stepped into the shelter to look at getting you a dog for your birthday. One dog. That was it. Except, he really liked Jane. And Zeke. And Roxanne. And Loki. And he just couldn’t say no, damn it. Especially when he looked into their sad and pleading little eyes.

The volunteers at the shelter looked at him like he was insane when he insisted that he wanted all four at the same time.

“Sir, Mr. Styles, we really don’t recommend adopting more than one or two dogs at a time,” the woman at the front desk said warily.

Harry gave her a sweet smile. “‘Eh, but I like ‘em all. Don’ wan’ anyone to feel left out, yeh see,” he explained.

The woman gave him a tight smile. “O-okay, if that’s what you’d like, we can get started on the paperwork now.”

What seemed like 500 signatures, a boatload of information, and a million questions later, Harry left the shelter with a generous amount of money for the rest of the animals, and he left with his four new furry friends.

That’s why, when he heard your car pull into the garage, he panicked. He just adopted four dogs.

Without your input. And now they were rolling around on the living room floor.

“Hey, Harry, Jeff called me and sai-” you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight before you.

Your lovely husband stood off to the side of the room and before you were four dogs that definitely were not there when you left the house this morning. You slowly turned your gaze to Harry. “Why are there four dogs in our house? We don’t own four dogs. We don’t even own one,” you said as calmly as possible.

Harry tried to give you a charming smile. “We do now, love!”


“Look,” he started, walking over to you slowly. “I wanted to get yeh a dog foh yehr birthday. An’ when I went into the shelter… I ended up likin’ four of ‘em. So I got ‘em.”

Your head was spinning, and there was a part of you that was slightly annoyed with the fact that your husband deciding to bring four dogs home without any warning. But all you could do was laugh. You broke out into a giggle and then a full on cackle, laughing so hard you had doubled over. “I love you,” you gasped out when you could finally breathe again.

Harry chuckled and watched you as you knelt down on the floor to greet your fur-babies. Harry got down on the floor as well and introduced you to every dog, informing you of their quirks and their backstories as to why they were at the shelter in the first place.

“So can we keep 'em?” Harry asked, cradling Loki in his arms.

The sight made you crack up again. “Yeah,” you giggled. “We can keep 'em.”


i cant stop listening to this song for three days now

so Anatomically Incorrect Gay Doodles are a must

Slytherin Headcanon #2 - Welcoming Feast

- All the little snakes are made to wait outside in the hallway under supervision from one of the prefects
- Then a loud voice goes
- The firsties are kinda scared but kinda excited
- Cut to the prefect rolling her eyes because
- “God Jeremy we do this every year stop being so dramatic”
- Anyways
- So the first years hurry in and it’s all dark
- All they can hear is muttering and people cursing as they trip over each other
- “Shit, I can’t seeeeee”
- “Owwwwwwww you trod in my foot”
- “Yeah well, if someone just turned the bloody lights on I wouldn’t step on it”
- “Guys SHUT UP”
- So everyone is quiet and the firsties are giggling coz it doesn’t seem so scary any more
- Then a 7th year steps forward in long fancy robes
- “Welcome to hogwarts”
- “Are you ready to pledge your self to the noble house of Slytherin?”
- The other students are just so done because this happens every year and it’s always SO dramatic
- The first years are trying not to laugh at how sincere the 7th year is
- The 7th year is getting annoyed as no one is paying attention
- “No one is concentrating, this is important”
- “Nobody thinks that Jeremy, shut up”
- “The Ravenclaws would take me seriously”
- “Well you’re not in Ravenclaw so suck it”
- Jeremy goes and sulks in the corner of the room and the lights go on
- The older years welcome the newbies and smile at how dorky their house is
- The firsties grin and think to themselves that they can’t wait to get to know everyone and that they are in the best house


submitted by @ohpatrclus

toxic - tom holland

Toxic - Tom Holland x Reader | 3rd Person

Prompt: In which a simple Britney Spears song miraculously brings two people together.

a/n: my third ever imagine (the last one) got over 100 notes ! thank youuu! it is also 3:00 am so i’m quite delusional right now. i quite like this one tbh (idk if tom likes britney spears but i like this song so)

(Y/N) walked down the long hallway towards her apartment. She was unlocking the door when a boy around her age walked towards the door across from hers. (Y/N) didn’t recognize him, and being a slightly awkward person didn’t introduce herself, so instead she just walked into her apartment not thinking much of it.

(Y/N) was sat down on her couch and begun to channel surf, when she heard a song playing loud and clear. The walls in the apartment were pretty thin, and sound traveled easily, so she could hear the song playing perfectly. She decided to ignore it, but the song just got louder, to the point she couldn’t.

Oh baby can’t you see, I’m calling; A guy like you, should wear a warning

‘Why the fuck did that boy decide to play Britney Spears at 4 in the afternoon.’ (Y/N) thought to herself, getting up off of her seat. She walked across the hall and knocked on the boy’s door. When the door opened, she was met with the boy she saw earlier. (Y/N) couldn’t help but notice how cute the boy was, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Could you maybe turn down your music a little?” (Y/N) asked politely.

“Oh, sorry.” The boy said in an adorable accent, going to close the door.

She didn’t really know why, but she kept the door open with her arm. “Can I ask why you’re playing a Britney Spears song loud as hell on a Tuesday?”

“Oh, well,” he paused, “no particular reason really. I just like this song so I played it.” He stopped talking for a little bit before saying something a bit too loudly, “Oh! Sorry, where are my manners! My name is Tom.”

“(Y/N),” She replied, shaking his hand–a bit startled by how loud he was.

“That was too loud wasn’t it?” Tom said, and when she nodded he laughed and said, “Sorry. Again.” And with that, Tom closed the door and (Y/N) left his apartment in peace. That is until the next week.

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anonymous asked:

Since you're taking imagine requests again: can you do one with Marty where you're a sweet as pie babyface and he woos and persuades you to be with him? Perhaps turning you a bit heel/tweener in the process? Thank youuu!!! -K

this is one of the best imagine requests i have pretty much ever had. if only all of them were like this. this was a joy to dream up. thank you.

@ The Villain: Disgraceful business that was. Pet, if you want someone to treat you better, come see daddy. @ (Y/N)Pro

“I know Kirby is your friend, (Y/N), but you’re allowed to be selfish. You’ve done so much for him, and what have you gotten in return? A chair shot to the head from Dunne. And did he get revenge for you? No. Because you’re expendable to him. He doesn’t care about you. You’re a means to an end, something pretty to distract his opponents at ringside.”

The rant continued to make my headache even worse, so I did my best to try to tun out the words. Marty had a point, as much as I loathed to admit it. He’d been making a lot of those lately.

How I got myself in this position was a mystery to me. I was a bubbly, happy go lucky girl, quick with a smile and even quicker to lend a helping hand. It didn’t matter what company I was in, on what continent, or what the political culture of the locker room was. I was well liked and made friends wherever I went. The opinions of the fans and my peers meant everything to me.

Marty was the antithesis of what I was. Marty was too intense, too brash, too everything. He was loud and dangerous, never above cutting corners to get what he wanted. He made the fine hair on the back of my neck stand up and gooseflesh break out on my skin. Marty honestly didn’t care what anyone thought of him. 

So imagine my surprise when following my debut loss, he was there outside of my locker room with an ice pack and what likely was supposed to be gruff words of encouragement. The next show had him offering strategy. The one after, a joke or two. I thought it odd that no one in the locker room made note of it, but I brushed it off. He was just being nice. Possibly even turning over a new leaf.

He was a good… friend. Only a friend; Men like him didn’t go for girls like me. Even if they did flirt with me on social media. I tried to ignore the way his eyes would make me feel, the way my stomach would tighten in the most pleasant of ways when his hand accidentally brushed against mine, or how safe he made me feel.

I was still in my head when Marty grabbed my chin between his thumb and index finger and forced my attention back on him. His green eyes were dark with something indecipherable but nevertheless calculating. 

“You haven’t been listening to me have you.”

It wasn’t really a question, but I shook my head anyway. He scowled, but continued. 

“You have to look out for number one (Y/N). Kirby isn’t gonna do it for you, clearly.”

@ (Y/N)Pro: To err is to be human. To forgive is to be divine.

@ The Villain: *photo of Pete Dunne hitting (Y/N) with a steel chair*  👀 👀 👀

Those were the words that were ringing in my ears as I stood in Martin Kirby’s corner in his match against Marty Scurll for a shot at the WCPW title.

I did resent Kirby. I came to WCPW to win the women’s title, but somehow, I had been delegated to a valet, only competing in matches on the rarest of occasions. It was frustrating, then compounded with the fact that Kirby had done nothing to help me when I was caught alone in the ring with an irate Pete Dunne who was armed with a steel chair.

And then there was the time Kirby pushed me in front of Ospreay as the high flyer was going for the 760 Kick.

Or the time he super kicked me in the face, then didn’t apologize.

Maybe I should be selfish? Just this once?

I was conflicted for most of the match, And then, there was the golden opportunity if there ever was one. 

The referee was knocked down and appeared to be out cold. Marty had slid out of the ring to grab his umbrella to use on a prone Matin Kirby. I slid into the ring and placed myself facing Marty, hands outstretched, between the two men, just has the Villain had raised the black umbrella for a swing.

The cheers from the crowd were so loud, I almost missed Marty’s words.

“What the hell do you think you’re doin’ pet? I coulda knocked your damn head off.”

I shook my head, eyes pleading. 

“You can’t do this Marty. You just can’t. Its not right.”

Marty was flabbergasted, his mouth opening but no words were coming out. At the corner of my eye, I could see Kirby starting to get to his feet and the referee just beyond him beginning to stir.

I blinked and then the super kick I had thrown at Kirby connected with a resounding crack along his jaw. He was knocked out cold. 

The crowd screaming their displeasure at the sudden turn of events was thunderous as I turned back to Marty after admiring my handiwork. The Villain’s mouth was agape and the umbrella had been dropped in shock. 

“Don’t just stand there and look pretty, Marty. Pin him.”

Marty scooped one of Kirby’s legs for the pin, him staring at me with a mixture of wonder and pride, as the referee who had come to slowly counted to three. 

The bell rung and the Villain was victorious.

Adrenaline was still pumping through my veins and that’s what I blame my next action on next. 

I took the few steps towards him, placed my hands at the back of his neck, and pulled him down to me for a rough kiss. Marty didn’t miss a beat, wrapping one arm around my waist and raising the other in victory as his mouth moved feverishly over mine. 

@ The Villain: No one cares about the good guys. Its the villains that get the girl and the gold at the end.

Made a little sprite of my love, Oscar.


First off all of you sweetheart ya don’t have to read this all BUT I’M TOO HIGH RIGHT NOW WITH ALL THE EXCITEMENT I CAN’T STOP MYSELF SO IMMA DO THIS ANY WAY!!!

Yesterday was the happiest day ever!! Due to all of your birthday wishes and gift, I EVEN GET THE PRESENT AT THE LAST HOUR OF THE DAY WHICH MEAN 11PM SO NO REGRET!!


Below gonna be alots~~~ Of Birthday presents I got from lovely people and my friends~~ I’ll be mention all of you in this post get angry at me for spamming your notes like this sweet heart BUT I WON’T REGRET CAUSE I LOVE YOUUUUU!!

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