this thing fits like it was made for me

[M] Learning Curve.

Pairing: Jungkook / Reader

Summary: Submission doesn’t suit everyone and, as far as Jungkook is concerned, you wear it better than he does. 

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Warning(s): Smut, Sub!kook but also Dom!kook (lmfao pls forgive me), dirty talk, spanking, and a pinch orgasm denial because who wouldn’t want to watch Jungkook squirm. 

A/N: Just leave me alone to die.

Originally posted by sirtae

If you had to guess Jungkook’s least favorite thing to do, you would say that renouncing his power was likely it. In bed, anyway.

He always made sure to remind you that he was in charge of your pleasure, no matter what the situation. He administered it as generously or as sparingly as he saw fit. It hadn’t always been so, but Jungkook settled into his role as the dominant one quite naturally. 

Evidently though, your leniency had taken its toll on his once obedient nature. You allowed him to grow confident in his ability to disarm you fully with just one brush of his hands over the right parts of your body, or dirty, whispered words against your neck, or the heat of his body pressing against yours. You had become forbearing, allowing him to push the limits of your control until he had effectively slipped it from your grasp entirely.

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Reasons the aliens might think we’re strange

“It’s the coldest time of year!  I’ve just killed one of the biggest forms of plant life on my planet – a rather small specimen, mind you; one that fits in a car – and brought it inside my home.”

“I will now hang various things of an aesthetically pleasing nature on it, and employ technology that makes it look like it’s burning with oddly-colored embers.”

“I will nail footwear over the house’s heating station.  I will put food and small luxury items in the footwear.”

“I will play music that, at any other time of year, would make me plug my ears and screech.”

“I will consume a liquid made of eggs, sprinkled with something that is hallucinogenic in high doses.  I will not use a high dose.  But I may add a mild poison, for recreational purposes.”

“I will sit with my egg-drink next to my simulated forest fire while the restricted music plays, and remark that this is my favorite time of year.”

“Then a month from now the tree will have been taken by the garbage collectors, and I’ll be complaining that the weather is cold and I can’t wait for springtime already.”

anonymous asked:

hey, it's your Samwell bake sales anon! can we get a nhl fundraiser follow-up? I mean, if you're so inspired.

original bake sale fic

“… well, I have to say, Mark, we always say that hockey can be a violent sport but this game is downright– good lord that check was brutal!”

“Yes, Zimmermann is looking to the ref for a call on that one. He’s not going to get it, but some heated words are being exchanged.”

“You know, I think Jack might actually get into a fight this game. He usually avoids it but–”

“It doesn’t really make any sense. The Aces and the Falcs are rivals, to be sure, after facing off in four Stanley Cup finals, but they usually keep it clean. There’s a lot of respect on both sides.”

“Not this game. I thought Zimms and Parse had buried the hatchet after some tense years early on playing against each other but this is vicious.”

“And Tater has just gone after Troy Swoops again. Or no, wait, Troy has gone after Tater. They’ve already fought once but a trip to the bin does not seem to have cooled them down at all.”

“This really isn’t making any sense. Lately, social media would have us believe that these two teams are quite close. Both have been at the forefront of LGBTQ issues and are huge donors to ‘You Can Play’ and– well, now Thirdy is shoving Ethan Vanderbu– Yup, it’s another fight.”

“Thirdy and Vander this time. For the folks just tuning in, this is the third fight between Falcs and Aces this game.”

“And it’s still the first period.”

“And it’s November.”

“No reason at all for this type of animosity.”

“Oh, no, it looks like this is turning into a bit of a brawl. Lots of things being said here. In fact– let’s cut down and see if any of our mics are picking up some of what’s going on. Diana, down to you.”

“Yes, William, so from what I understand, I think the root cause of these issues is something to do with… a fundraiser?”

“There was that NFL/You can Play fundraiser just last night. Both teams were in attendance. You’re saying that’s where the problem started?”

“I think so, Mark. During the first fight between Tater and Lux, I heard something about blueberries? And here, listen in on this:”

Goddamn, Parse, you’ve got to let this go.”

“I BID $15,000 DOLLARS, ZIMMERMANN! DON’T TELL ME TO LET THIS GO!”

“You didn’t have to pay it! It was a blind auction. You didn’t have to pay anything!”

“I DIDN’T GET ANY PIE, YOU ASSHOLE. I WOULD HAVE GLADLY PAID MORE! HOW COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY KNOWN TO BID OVER 20 THOUSAND DOLLARS??”

“Well, obviously, that’s how much the pie is worth, Kenny. I just bid a fair price!”

“YOU LIVE WITH HIM! YOU! FUCKING! LIVE! WITH! HIM!”

“Ah, well, let’s cut away from that shall we. Clearly, this fundraiser left some sore feelings on both sides of the teams. I– oh, yes this a brawl now. Tater and Swoops are back at it.”

“And Snowy has left his goal and– it’s a goalie fight.”

YOU KNOW I LIKE THE BLACKBERRY JAM MORE THAN YOU! I DESERVED–”

“Could you move away from the rink a bit, Diana, your mic is picking up–”

“Well, Mark, it looks like the ref is giving penalties to– everyone.”

“Yes. Everyone is going to the bin. Literally everyone on the ice.”

“It’s going to be a hell of a time fitting in there.”

“Well… this is a bit ridiculous. Entirely unprofessional really, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh, I don’t know. I actually managed to snag a peach pie at yesterday’s fundraiser and let me just say it was literally the best thing I’ve ever put in my–”

“THAT WAS YOU!?!?”

*fight breaks out in announcer’s booth*

A couple of thoughts/theories from Rick and Morty S03E01

ok, so i noticed some things from the episode that made me connect some things

  1.  in the scene when morty takes summer to the cronnenberged dimension and some rick guards appear, morty tries to defend himself saying he’s Morty C-137

and the guard ricks just gave each other The Look

The Look says they know something, like something doesn’t fit with what morty says, something’s off… so, maybe the memory of rick’s wife and daughter dying isn’t totally fabricated, and the rick we know and love is indeed form dimension C-137, but “his” morty isn’t, bc there is no morty from that dimension to begin with.

2. The second thing that i want to discuss is this part 

bc well, he says a lot of emotionless and crude stuff, like that the real reason why he rescued morty and summer was to be accepted in the house by beth, and that his arc isn’t about getting over his dead family bc it was fake… but man… how do u explain this

like… i think he actually cares about his family, but maybe there’s a reason why he want morty to think he is a bad person, so when he finds out he’s not his original rick he won’t be as devastated as if he thought rick was a nice person

Guys THIS SHIT WAS AMAZING.

Homemade chicken nuggets and instead of breadcrumbs I used a mixture of almond flour and grated parmesan. Then I pan fried them in a little bit of olive oil.

Hooolyyy shitttt

Meals like this make me love my low carb diet so much.

I also made a dipping sauce out of mayo, ketchup, onion powder, garlic powder, and extra black pepper.

I’m so satisfied. I ate the whole damn thing.

My dear lgbt+ kids, 

Smartphone is just a made-up word. 

If you asked someone in 1830 if you could borrow their smartphone, they would have had no idea what on earth you’re talking about. That’s not even a real word! 

If you asked someone in 1994, they would maybe, after a lot of confusion and guessing, ask back “You mean a… personal communicator?” or “Are you talking about a mobile phone?”. Why would you call that smartphone, that’s not what they are called! (x)

And yet, it would be ridiculous if I told all of you to stop saying smartphone now, in 2017. If I told you “It’s not historically accurate!” or “But that’s just one of those new fancy terms!”, you’d most likely laugh at me. Come on, you’d say, the way we call things changes and evolves constantly. You can’t insist on us not adapting language to fit our needs! 

It’s the same with lgbt+ terms (including the term “lgbt+” in itself). 

Yes, many terms we use now are relatively “new”. Language evolves. 

Yes, all our labels are “made-up”. We made them up because there was a need for them. What’s wrong with that? Nothing.

“That’s not historically accurate” is a really bad excuse to disrespect someone’s identity. 

With all my love, 

Your Tumblr Mom 

vanejpeg  asked:

People expect everyone to stay the same forever but that's kinda unrealistic seeing as we all grow and learn as the years go by. It would actually be more concerning if you were to stay the same rather than grow and learn if ppl don't like who you are becoming which is a wonderful person who inspires others then that's their problem and they shouldn't be forcing you into a mold you don't fit into anymore

That last line really resonated with me.

I want to make you guys happy, of course I do, but I also want to do the things that I love to do.

I’ve struggled a lot in the past with self image, confidence and depression/anxiety, but I’d like to believe I have made some progress since then. Which is also why I feel it’s important to challenge and change myself so that hopefully I can become a better person! Not just for YT but personally as well!

Thank you to all of you who support what I am trying to do! I am not who I was a year ago but that doesn’t mean I am not still me. :)

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Requested. No. I just really wanted to do something fluffy about Shawn admitting his feelings for you. Kinda sucks but who cares 

Word count: 2,016

She was so insanely beautiful. The kind of beautiful people write songs about, the kind of beautiful I want to write songs about.

Even when sleeping deeply with her messy hair in a bun. Even with her mascara smashed out under eyes. Even when she laid here in my lap and those cute, little snoring noises slipped out of her unflawed rosy lips.

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Why I strongly encourage witches to try recycling a book instead of buying a blank journal

So my grimoire is a recycled book with the pages either painted over with gesso or various matte acrylic colors. It’s one big hot mess….and I LOVE it.

The reason I did this was simple. In previous years (especially early stages) I kept changing my grimoire because it no longer “fit” my mental aesthetic for what a witch’s grimoire should look like…or whatever you want to call it.

And also…..because I kept “messing up”

Y'all know what I’m talking about. I know you do.

I had all these journals that I bought or made and they all had these stark white pages and I constantly feared messing things up/ruining it/ having to start over ect. And that’s what happened. I kept “messing up” and it pissed me off.

But when my pages are already “messed up” (painted over) there’s no fear. If I don’t like it, I paint over , paste over or even occasionally completely rip out the page. And if there’s something on the back I want to keep, I paste it in a new blank spot, or use it to paste over another spot I’m no longer happy with.

It looks like my grimoire doesn’t have much truthfully, but this bitch as been through a LOT 😂

Fellow witches, and baby witches especially, I encourage you to try recycling a book for your grimoire if you keep getting stuck. OR at the very least, use these methods in your current grimoire. “Mess it up” before hand so you can’t ACTUALLLY mess it up. The pahe is already stained. Just add in to the mess.

Remember, this won’t be your last and only grimoire. Each time I started a new one (I think I maybe finished 1 or 2 small ones?) I transfer over the workings that’ve worked for me in the past. Currently that’s all that I have. And in comparison to the 300 some odd pages my book is currently made from? It looks like NOTHING. And that’s great because all the more room for me to keep shaping myself and my craft and add more stuff!

Let your grimoire be a place of exploration and mistakes.
I promise you it’s okay :)

This photo might not seem like much but there is a lot here.

Let’s start with, I’m a jeweler. I got my start with metalsmithing almost 20 years ago. It’s my passion. My partner doesn’t have this background.

We’ve been married for almost 11 years and together for 15. We’ve been through a lot of stuff together.

One of those things is me coming to terms with my sexuality. Some days I think I’m squarely demisexual, some days it is much more solidly ace. I’m still not entirely sure. But I’m somewhere on that spectrum. This is not a thing that was known before we got married. But we’re still here, still together.

A few weeks back my partner started asking questions about how to forge a ring. I taught them how to hammer and anneal copper. How to shape it without stretching it too much. How to polish and clean everything up.

During this they got the size for my middle finger. I figured ok, if you’re going to make a first ring you need to have a target. That’s a normal thing, I didn’t particularly think on the significance.

Yesterday they had me help them through our nano-ceramic plating process as they took the copper ring they had made to fit my middle finger and plated it with black ceramic.

I spent the last couple weeks teaching my sweetie the basics of jewelry making so that last night they could gift me with an ace ring that they made me with thier own two hands.

So yeah, that photo doesn’t look like much but it means everything.

-Adrian (@we-are-valid & @optimysticals)

LGBT stereotypes and misconceptions


I made a bunch of heart graphics about stereotypes about the LGBT community! But don’t feel bad if you happen to fit any stereotypes about your identity, the problem comes in when cishets generalize and delegitimize the community! 

I was inspired to make these because one of my profs said some very hetero-normative things to me the other day, because I mentioned recently to her that I’m a lesbian, and I was very angry that the general public still believes those sort of stereotypes.  

She said things like: “Maybe you just haven’t met the right guy”, “You don’t have life figured out at 18 [years old]”, and “It’s so trendy right now”

Let’s smash these stereotypes together! 

As per usual, I got the flags from pride-flags on deviantart! I’ll probably make more if I have more ideas! Feel free to use, just link back to this post! :)

Future Mrs. G - Dick Grayson x Reader

YJ verse where you’re on the team but you don’t really get along with Dick for whatever reason until Bart comes from the future and only knows you as Mrs.Grayson + Saw the “Bart knows the Reader as the future Mrs. Grayson” and I raise you Bart knows the reader as the future Mrs. Todd but cannot say a goddamn thing until Jay shows back up again. Optional: the reader from the Dick fic (*snorts*) and the reader from the Jay fic are besties. Not necessary but adds another element, no? + IF YOU SEE GOTHAM do you remember that episode where Dick parents appeared and also were fighting and couldn’t bear each other until jim made their families rebound and at the end were both cutie pies in love and went to thank Detective Gordon? I just remembered for the Bart thing like : Mrs. Grayson? Gordon: oh yes you remind me of your parents kid, lmao.

 A/N: This is a combination of a bunch of prompts because a ton of people asked for a fic where Bart comes from the future and knows shit. I figured it would all fit nicely together!

“UGH! You’re such an ass!” You shouted, pushing against Dick’s chest. He didn’t even wobble from the impact which only frustrated you more.

“You want to talk about it sweetheart?” He asked condescendingly.

You – You UGH! My mission? Really??? You gave the mission that I’ve been working on for a year to fucking Lagoon Boy? You know Dick you typically take a girl out on a date before you fuck her over!” You seethed. He appeared infuriatingly calm in the face of your anger.

“Lagoon Boy’s skills were more suited to the mi-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck why you chose him. That was my case. You had no right.” You said accentuating your anger with sharp pokes to his chest.

“I had every right. I’m serving as team leader while Kaldur is home visiting Atlantis. That means I’m calling the shots and I say you’re off the mission. Get over it or go home.” He replied firmly, his mouth set in a hard line as you glared up at him. You could cut the tension in the room with a knife.

“You keep pushing this and I’m going to make your life a living hell Dick Grayson. I will not be sidelined.” You hissed.

“Is that a threat?” He asked, his eyes narrowing at you. You didn’t even flinch at his intense glare.

“It’s a fucking promise.” You swore before turning on your heel and storming off.


“I can’t believe him Red! He’s such a fucking ass!” You complained to your best friend. The two of you were sitting in the near abandoned grotto where all the tributes to the fallen are stored. This was usually a fairly private place since no one really liked to remember just how dangerous this job was. Red would know, her first love and boyfriend had his own hologram down here. You had offered to meet in a different place for her sake but she insisted that Jay would have wanted us to meet where we had always met. Jason was your friend too but it was hard to see your friend be so torn up over his death.

“Didn’t you have a crush on him?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

“When we were kids sure but I’d never be with him now. Not in a million years. I have standards Red, standards that include not being the most infuriating person to walk on Earth.” You swore.

“It sounds like to me you’re just frustrated that he won’t roll over and give you whatever you want at the drop of the hat.” She shrugged.

“I’m angry that he won’t let me work on the case that I’ve been working on for a year!” You cried. You worked yourself to the bone to get to where you were in the case and to have him step in and just hand it over to another team member to finish, it pissed you off more than anything.

“Have you ever thought that maybe he’s just trying to protect you?” She offered.

“Seriously? You’re taking his side?” You asked incredulously. How could your best friend defend this jerk? Wasn’t she supposed to take your side on this instead of making excuses for Dick?

“No I’m just saying that maybe you’re misreading the situation.” She shrugged. You scoffed at the notion.

“I’m not –“ You started to say before you were cut off by a blaring alarm warning the presence of an intruder. You and your friend immediately dropped the conversation and sprinted toward where the alert was coming from. A whirl of yellow sped past you just as you were about to enter the briefing room.

“Shit!” You swore, turning around to follow the speedster intruder. The yellow blur turned around and ran straight back towards you. Expecting it to run straight into you, you braced yourself for what you knew would be a painful impact but instead you were surprised to find that the young speedster wrapped you up in a tight hug.

“Hey Mrs. Grayson! Long time no see! Ha! How are the kids?” He asked, his words coming out only just slow enough to recognize what he was saying. He glanced around your body and saw something that made his eyes widen. “Welp gotta go now! See you later Mrs. G!” He waved before racing away.

“Why didn’t you take him out?” Dick shouted jogging up to you.

“I was going to but then he … hugged me.” You said still trying to grapple with what had just happened. You were so many levels of confused.

“Well what’s your excuse?” He snapped turning to look accusingly at Red. She shrugged and didn’t offer him an answer. Dick sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “I don’t have time for this right now. Just … spread out and try to corner him alright?” He said before running back in the opposite direction of where the speedster was heading.

“Something you want to tell me Mrs. Grayson?” Red leaned over and asked you, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. You put your hand over her face and turned her grinning face away from you.

“No.”


It took a while but eventually the team was able to apprehend the mysterious speedster. It didn’t take much before he confessed that he was the Flash’s grandson from the future. He certainly had the proof to back up his claims.

If he was from the future that made wonder about what he had said to you when you first ran into each other.

“So … Bart was it? You’re from the future?” You asked sitting next the the young boy in the kitchen. He had been rifling for food in the fridge and eventually made himself a gargantuan sandwich filled to the brim with the oddest ingredients.

“Yes ma’am.” He answered taking a wide bite out the sandwich.

“Can I ask you something? About the future?” You asked hesitantly.

“I make no promises.” He responded.

“Understood.” You nodded. “You said something when we first met. You called me Mrs. Grayson. You want to tell me why?” You asked the seemingly simple question.

“It’s your name isn’t it? You are married to Nightwing right?” He asked. Your eyes widened and you heard Red start to cackle hysterically from the living room.

Noooooo.” You corrected immediately.

“Whoops. My bad. Forget I said anything then.” He said.

“Hold up. Am I married to him in the future?” You asked.

“I really should talk about –“ He started to argue but you cut him off before he could finish.

“Tell me!” You insisted firmly.

“Well I guess I’ve already said this much.” He sighed. “Yeah. You guys are the most disgustingly in love couple that I’ve ever met. Well you and the Todd’s really. Speaking of which where is Jason?” He said.

“Dead.” You answered simply. Suddenly Red’s laughing ceased.

“Oh. History never was my best subject.” He laughed, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“Look kid, you’re nice and you clearly come from a future but are you sure you’re from this universe’s future. Nightwing and I … we aren’t even friends. I’m sorry but I highly doubt I’d ever marry him.”

“Look Mrs. G,”

“Please don’t call me that.” You insisted.

“I only know what I know.” He continued without hesitation. “One of your grandkids is a good friend of mine.”

“Oh god. I think I’m going to be sick.” You groaned.


“Thanks again Commissioner Gordon. This intel is really going to help.” Dick thanked the older man, holding up the flash drive that was just given to him.

“Anytime, son. It’s the least I can do after all these years of service that you and the Bat have given this city.” Gordon responded.

“It’s all in a day’s work Commish.” Nightwing smiled.

“Are you alright kid? You seem a little off tonight.” Gordon asked. He had known Robin, Nightwing, whatever name he goes by for years but the young man didn’t seem as chipper as he usually was.

“Just girl problems. Nothing too worrying, I assure you.” Dick brushed off. He had to admit that you had been on his mind a lot lately. He hated how antagonist your relationship with him had become. He had been such good friends with you when you were both just kids and now … well you two were lucky if you walked away from a conversation without being at each other’s throats.

“Oh?” Gordon questioned. “It’s that girl that bring along sometimes isn’t it? The one that you bicker with? It’s funny, you two remind me of a couple that came into the precinct back when I was still just a detective. They came from rival circus families and boy did they act like it. They bickered the entire time I was watching over them but not long after the family feud is patched up and these two come back in engaged and utterly lovesick. They offered to name their first born after me, you know.” Gordon reminisced one of the oddest cases he had ever been assigned. Unfortunately the young circus couple famously died after their trapeze line was tampered with, leaving their young son orphaned.

“I’m pretty sure this girl hates me. She’s made that pretty clear.”

“There’s a fine line between love and hate, Nightwing. Give it time.” Gordon encouraged. Dick chuckled and shook his head at the idea that you could ever grow to have feelings other than annoyance for him

“I hope you’re as good at giving relationship advice as you are at your job.” Nightwing joked.

“I’m old, Nightwing. I think I know a thing or two.” He argued.

“If you’re right, I’ll be sure to send you a wedding invitation.” Nightwing said lightheartedly, not really thinking that your relationship would ever get to that level. It just seemed so far off considering where the two of you were now. Gordon though, he had seen stranger couples develop. He believed wholeheartedly that these kids would eventually come to find kindred souls in one another.

“I expect nothing less.”

Committed The Robbery

Pairing: Y/N/Gangmember!Ashton

Rating: NC-17

Request: Yes

Words: 3.000+

Summary: On a scale from 1 to shit, how fucked would Ashton be if he ended up banging the other gangmember Luke’s little sister Y/N?

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(SLIGHT SPOILERS) Honestly one of the most striking parts to me about Atomic Blonde was that it was an action movie with a female protag

where she was realistically bruised up and injured and would stAY THAT WAY

(Note i say striking related to the good parts. That Real Not Good thing that happened is like it’s own convo)

But man the opening shot is a woman, a fit blonde one, getting out of the tub.

And the first opening lingering shot focuses on her bruised muscled back. Her breasts are seen only in a flash as she gets up, because she’s naked and theyre there. Her face has a black eye and scrapes and LOOKS ROUGH. She isn’t pretty. She isn’t sexy. She’s cleaning and bandaging herself up after a hard mission and looks rough and hard and EXHAUSTED.

And what’s more, everything we see after that timeline point she’s STILL BRUISED AND EXHAUSTED. There are shots of her rough and bandaged fingers tapping a cigarette. There are still scrapes and bruises on her face.

Even later on, when she’s putting on the smiling coy sexy act for the first time (with still not an ass or titty shot in sight bless), you see a massive partially healed bruise all down her FUCKIN RIPPED arm

It just…hadnt struck me how women in movies, even action ones, dont get hurt unless its a beauty sparing cheek scrape and some dirt smudges. Women have fought with sweeping high kicks and bounces of their hair and still have a perfect pout after.

When I was in the seventh grade, people kept reminding me that I was going through a transformation into womanhood, like some kind of terrifying were-woman. This sounded awful, because at the time I thought that kissing and makeup would give me Ebola. I wasn’t interested in dating yet, I didn’t like shopping, I liked video games and weird insects. I thought that it was because of these things that I didn’t quite fit in. And when I would get made fun of by girls for being shy, and made fun of by boys for having a flat chest and not knowing about sex, instead of coming to the conclusion “Hey, these people are jerks,” I thought I’d found the problem: Being a girl sucks. I bought into the idea that middle-school girls are universally mean (despite the fact that I was bullied by boys as well), and that the reason I liked video games and hated Titanic was that I was different from all other girls.

I wasn’t fitting the stereotypical mold of what “girl” meant, and instead of questioning the mold, I tried to separate myself from my fellow girls. “I’m not like other girls,” I told myself. And when people made fun of women or demeaned them, that didn’t include me because I wasn’t like them. I still had friends who were girls, but I convinced myself that they were also somehow exceptions to the rule. And I “got along better” with boys, even though I had no evidence of that, as boys would hurt my feelings as often as girls. I thought I’d escaped a bear trap by chewing off my own leg, but I gnawed off the untrapped leg by mistake.

The Sad Reason Some Women Judge Each Other (And How To Stop)

Cursed Child rant

Alright, Witches, Wizards, Muggles, and magical creatures big and small, hold onto your broomsticks because I’m about to tell you why I do not like Harry Potter and the Cursed Child nor accept it as canon. 

Spoilers ahead. Obviously. but c’mon who hasn’t read it or been spoiled by now Also, it got super long. 


Let’s start off by saying: it’s been months since I read it. If I get some things off a little, go ahead and tell me; I’ll edit the rant and correct it. If you just don’t agree with me… that’s great for you. Okay? We good? That’s all the disclaimer you’re getting. Moving on! 


Where do I begin? Um… Let’s recap shall we? 

It starts with Albus Severus Potter (who’s name I still cannot get over) meeting and becoming friends with Scorpius Malfoy. 

Okay. Great. We’ve all wanted that for years. No problem. 

We’ve also played with the idea of Albus in Slytherin for years. I have no problem with that either. 

What I do have problems with is the way Albus is treated after he is put in Slytherin. He’s the outcast of his family. He’s the “disappointing son”. After Harry’s canon “the bravest man I knew was Slytherin” speech (don’t get me started on Snape), I expected a bit better treatment of Slytherins. But Albus is Slytherin and looked at sideways by the entire cast, except Scorpius. This could easily become a rant about Slytherin’s and stereotypes and treatment, but I give enough of those already. 

My issues are mostly with Albus’ personality. Now, I didn’t write the character. He’s not mine. I don’t have the authority to tell anyone how he should be. All I can do is have headcanons. But “canon” Albus doesn’t exactly display a lot of Slytherin traits. Sure he sneaks around, but so does Harry, Ron, and Hermione and they’re all Gryffindor. If my memory serves me correctly, Albus goes to Slytherin because he basically thinks, “Well, the Gryffindors I know suck, let’s try Slytherin.”it’s been a while since I read it okay  

Albus is jaded by the time the plot picks up. He doesn’t like flying, isn’t that good at it or Quidditch (which honestly feels like they’re just trying to make him as unlike Harry as possible which I could handle if it wasn’t so badly written), and is basically convinced his life is horrible. (I’ll get into why a little later.) This kid shows no Slytherin traits that I remember. He hardly shows any traits really. I think it was the play format, but Albus becomes a stereotypical teenager who has daddy issues and doesn’t like his life. 

Scorpius I don’t really have a big problem with, besides it going against my personal headcanons. He at least shows a bit more Slytherin traits than jaded Albus. I feel like they were trying to break Slytherin stereotypes with him- which is great and all, but it almost makes me feel like that’s all Scorpius’ personality was. As if he was made to simply disrupt our preconceived ideas of what Slytherin is. I don’t like it. Stereotypes are something I can’t stand, but come on, people, don’t strip my house of what we actually are. 

Okay, moving on from Slytherin. 

Let’s take a step back from the new characters and visit the one’s we already know, we already love. Oh wait, they’ve been ripped to shreds. 

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Final Fantasy XV
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Meeting the Zu for the first time  or they’re seeing me in the morning.


Prompto: Gwaa… Oh em gee. Neeagh. We’re supposed to get near that thing?! (゚´Д`゚)゚

Gladio: Pipe down before you wake it up.  ( •̀□•́ )

*panicking Prompto noises*

Noctis: Tch.

Prompto: *sighs from relief* *pouts*

Noctis: *screams* Gaahh!!

*more panicking Prompto noises*

Noctis: *sigh* We made it out alive.  (゚∀゚ )

Prompto: BARELY! I seriously thought we at journey’s end.  (´;Д;`)

Gladio: But that feat was fit for a king.  (๑•̀ㅂ•́)

Ignis: Indeed. (•̀ㅂ•́ )

kayne1357  asked:

New outro animation!? :O That you made?! Dude, awesome job! It looks so cool! :D

Yeah! Nothing against the old one of course! But it’s been around for a while and Sean wanted something new and that fit the new end-card thingy with the video-boxes and that circular sub-button, and asked me if I felt like doing something. So I made that with those things in mind, leaving the space on the sides and having Sam peaking out from behind the logo! 

Animating that “trailing tail” was real tricky though, hah, never done something like it before so I had to learn as I went, but I think it turned out pretty neat in the end :)

Jughead x Reader: 365 Days

Warnings: s m u t (n fluff)
Requested: yes
A/N: although this is a new request, I haven’t posted a Juggie imagine in a while, so I skipped to it. also, this is my first smut so please give me feedback!

*your POV*

The sunlight peaked through my curtains to let me know it was morning. My cat, Pudding, was sitting on the edge of my bed waiting for me to get up as she did every morning. Today was mine and Jughead’s 1 year anniversary and it was a beautiful Friday to celebrate.

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