this please me greatly

i have literally little to none food in my house and i feel like im dying we dont even have canned food or cereal just empty boxes and bags + a fridge full of condiments can anyone paypal me spare change or anything because we dont get food stamps until a week from now and i dont know if one bag of ramen noodles can last me that long lmfao

not asking for a hundred bucks just looking for something to feed myself with until we get food stamps

if u can please send anything to me on paypal its greatly appreciated and please reblog i dont have a lot of followers!!!

Chamber of Secrets - Part 18

Originally posted by annutystan

Pairing: Bucky x Reader 

Summary: After the Avenger’s falling out, you were put in charge of putting Bucky together. Under King T’Challa’s orders, you were given a month’s time to create a new arm while simultaneously figure out how to get the triggering memories of his past out of his mind. As the time goes by, you found yourself confiding in him, despite his frozen state.

A/N: I know I’ve been the worst in updating but I finally broke free from the massive block that had me frustrated for weeks, it’s not my best but I’m trying to get my groove back on so please feedbacks are greatly appreciated! 

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And I swear to god I am over you.
And I promise that I don’t I need you.
And I tell myself you aren’t worth it.

But I’m not over you.
But I need you so much.
But you’re worth every tear.
Every heartbreak. Every ache in my pounding, weak chest.

Every time I see your face, it hurts a little more.
Every time I hear your name, I want to die a little more.
Every time I get a whiff of the cologne you always wore, I swear to god I want to crawl into your arms and tell you I love you through my tears of blood.

Every time I see your face, I’m reminded of what you did.
Every time I hear your name, I want to let them know what you did.
Every time I get a whiff of the cologne you always wore, I swear to god I want to rip her head off of her shoulders and scream and yell for what you both did to me.
The two people I trusted the most, were the two people who betrayed me the most.
You always wanted him. And you just couldn’t help yourself.

Because I can’t stress this enough:
1) I will, regrettably, never do Hotline Miami fanart just because it’s stolen so often. I hate that I hate my HM fanart because of this consistently happening.
2) If you see my art somewhere other then on my own blog, please make me aware of it. I would greatly appreciate it.
3)  Please do NOT re-distribute, re-post, trace, or otherwise use my work in any way without my consent.  

Please read the link in this post..

I really need donations within the 19 days that I have left…I really don’t want to lose my cable..I need my internet and such for work. (I work from home because of my disabilities ..) I am a young lady who works hard to take care of her grandmother..:/ Please help us.. If you can’t donate, please signal boost so someone else can :/ Proof of how much I need to pay is in the link. 

spread the word, please and thank you @radicalgendercoalition

On The Door Step - prologue

Parings: Dean x Sister!Reader x Sam

Summary: In 2000, John Winchester opened the door to his current motel room and found a little girl at his feet, sleeping peacefully with a fuzzy white blanket tucking her in a wicker basket. Now, nearly 16 years later, (Y/N) has still yet to find herself in the world of the Winchesters.

Warning: Slight mention of violence, grumpy teenager

Words: 314 (haha!) (sorry it’s short)

A/N: Hello! This is my first post, so bare with me. Please send me feedback (it’s greatly appreciated)! I’m not 100% sure where this story will end up as I needed to get the beginning written out as fast as possible before I had lost it. Please enjoy! This also takes place in season 11 so there will be SPOILERS!

“(Y/N)!” My oldest brother, Dean, shouts after me, storming behind me as I head for the car. My hands ball into fists, so tightly that my fingernails begin to leave half moon patterns in the flesh of my palms.

“(Y/N), what has gotten into you?” The tallest of my brothers, Sam, gently lays one of his large hands on my shoulder in order to slow my roll. I flex my jaw, lip still swollen from the punch I’d taken hours ago, and roll my eyes before glaring at the floppy haired man.

“What do you mean?” I question through gritted teeth, pushing his hand away from my shoulder and turning to swing open the Impala’s back door, “Everything is grand.” I toss over my shoulder before climbing into the back. I refuse to look at either of my brothers, waiting impatiently for them to get in the car so we can leave and for my blood to finish boiling.

He has a point tho, I’m not normally like this, but lately I’ve been finding it hard to bite my lip and handle my arguments with words and not fists. Maybe it’s because I’m a teenager- that’s what the principal told my brothers- but that’s what adults say when they can’t think of anything else. Right? I couldn’t possibly be on edge just because my hormones are still bouncing, right? I thought that ends around sixteen.

Maybe I’m wrong.

I take a deep breath, leaning my head back against the seat while Dean pops open the back seat door to toss my bag in beside me. He still looks angry at me, I don’t blame him. I’m angry with myself.

My mother was angry with me too… why else would you leave your child on the doorstep of some cheap motel with a sticky note that simply said my name and birthdate?

A/N: If you got this far please give me feed back. Also, request are open!


The Sirens’ Song

summary: it’s a pirate’s life for Washington and the crew, who run one of the most highly-feared pirate ships on the ocean. Struck by a recent tragedy and a new recruit they navigate the seas in an attempt to continue what they do best: pirating. When they are faced with the impossible task of choosing between loyalty to the crew and finding again what they once lost, will they make the right choice?  

words: 3,068

a/n: hey, everyone! I had this wild idea for a PIRATE/MERMAID AU so here I am because, of course, I have nothing better to do than start another series, right (yikes)?? Anyways, I am pretty happy with how chapter one turned out and I’m pretty pumped about it! Please let me know what you think, feedback would be greatly appreciated, and if you liked it, be sure to reblog so other people can read TSS too! :) 

tags: if you want to be tagged in upcoming chapters, shoot me an ask!

dedication: @sinmineral for helping me write this at 4AM last night lmfao thx my dude

The wind roars as the waves whip across the ship and soak the deck in a freezing, salty spray. The crew slides into the masts, frantically pulling at riggings and trying to navigate the ship around the storm.

“Someone needs to tend to the port-side mast! NOW!”

“On it, Captain!”

The crew is like a well-oiled machine. We trust our captain and obey orders without question. There is hardly an opportunity to panic because we synchronize so well.

The water begins to calm as we sail forward, the boat rocking back and forth dangerously fast over the remaining waves.

“Ahh,” the captain sighs with a small smile, letting go of the rigging that controls the largest sail. “Well done, everyone. It seems we’ve seen the worst of it for now.”

The crew and I give a small cheer, but we do not get too hasty—we still are not completely free of the bumpy waters.

“Should be smooth sailing from here on out, Captain Washington,” the lookout calls from the crow’s nest, putting away a spyglass.

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Those asks about drawing fat people reminded me of something.

Fat friend: “hey! I love how you draw! Please draw me!”
Me: “sure!” *Draws her greatly and unapologetically fat and beautiful (and actually slightly less fat than she is)*
Fat friend: “awww thanks…” *Crickets*
Another friend of my fat friend: *draws her skinny and in an obviously unskilled poor style*
Fat friend: “omg I love it!” *Posts it on Facebook and everywhere*

Originally posted by iamcece

- Mod Guillermo

Perplexing Presents Walkthrough (Liar! Uncover the Truth event)

Please only click “keep reading” if you are willing to know the answer. If you are on mobile and do not wish to see, please scroll down fast!  

If you find this walkthrough useful in any way at all, please like or comment to let me know! It’s greatly appreciated :D

Note: Answers are translated from Japanese so wording is not exact however  A/B/C choices are guaranteed. All official translations are up now.

Event requirements
Stage 1 - 700 CP to start accusation, 1300 CP to start individual route
One route - 1900 CP
Two routes - 2700 CP
Three routes - 3500 CP
Four routes - 4500 CP
All routes -  5600 CP

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Some of you may have heard me me say not so nice shit about Chip in the past… Well recently (and by that I mean yesterday) I decided to watch all the Sonic Unleashed cutscenes in Japanese

I take everything back. I love Chip now.

I’m also very glad that Sonic feels uncomfortable with people seeing him differently than himself or saying he’s scary as the Werehog.

Bless Sonic Unleashed, honestly.

Don’t Tell Your Friends

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Words: 3,363, including song lyrics. 

Request: @everlastingasecond requested a sequal to She Do This Often. It wasn’t supposed to go up until later, but an idea popped in my head and I had to write it! So here it is! 

Warnings: It’s based off The Weeknd - Tell Your Friends, so language, obviously. Implied smut, light smut and Bucky being teased into oblivion. 

A/N: Inspiration struck me like lightning and I just had to post it! Hope you enjoy, sweetie. Please let me know! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated. 

Understanding the 21st century was still one of the greatest mysteries to Bucky Barnes and he spent every day trying to solve a new one.

Today mother nature had decided to torture the humans by putting the warmest day of summer upon them and Bucky was, mildly put: dying. No matter where he went in the facility he couldn’t seem to find a cold place where he could cool down and he was sure that if anyone was to take his temperature at that moment, he would be hotter than fire. He had even contemplated just going down to the lab and walk into the crying chamber for a solid 10 minutes. Just to cool down.

It would also buy him a great load of time away from the rest of the team who were using the pool as their way of cooling down. The water was ice cold and he knew it would feel wonderful to take a dip and he really wanted to, there was just one very big problem with that idea.

You were there as well.

And he was sure you would be dressed in nothing but a very small bikini and that he couldn’t handle at this very moment. He was boiling up already, looking at you really wouldn’t help any part of him to calm down. Instead, he was sure it would only fuel the fire that was burning up inside him and he was sure no cryo chamber would be able to cool him down after that.

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