this took me two days omg

SILF = Sim I’d Like to F…ondle

There’s surely a sim out there, you’d like to fondle… Well, it’s time to tell it to everyone. Don’t be shy!

RULES: Choose a sim made by an another simblr you’d like to fondle if he/she was real… and then tag 5 simblrs.

*If you can find a picture of your SILF, it’s better but not mandatory.

My SILF is…

Omg, it took me like two days to admit it… So… Despite the fact that I hate rich Russian boys, I know personally at least two guys going under Volkov name (it means ‘wolf’ btw, did you know it?), and I’d never in my life f… ondle any of them, I admit YES MOTHER FUCKING OF GOD I ADMIT…

My SILF is…

Yulian Volkov by @furiouslydecaffinated.

Here, I said it. Now it’s your turn.

@beverlyallitsims, @neopixiesims, @simsomedia, @tinwhistletoo, @mysimblruniverse, @randomcoffeesimmer, @simpyre, @blackthornsims, @sim-bubble, @shysimblr, @eslanes, @simcataris, @rethdis-love, @thefoxandhersimblr, @fatpandasims, @inquisitive-simmer, and I’ve already tagged way more than five of you, sorry not sorry :p

Ps. I was tagged by @stories4sims, btw, thank you so much, my dude ♥


OMG finally I’ve done it! It took me about two weeks but I’ve done it xD 

My Foxes. My boys. *-* I’m still trying to recover, yeah… However, every time I spot a post with a quote from aftg, I read it then look for it in the book and read the whole page, and you know what? I always feel the moment, but every time that feeling is going deeper.

Rude mother gets owned

So, up until some years ago, my family and I always used to go skiing at the same place, and we’d all carry walkie talkies on us to quickly let each other know where we were and where we shall meet. Those walkie talkies had a frequency which you could choose at your will (eg my dad once entered another person’s frequency and constantly disturbed their conversations by just interrupting them all the time), and of course they were quite loud.

So on the day where this took place, I drove down all the way to the big ski lift with the gondulas and tried to catch one alone (as I always tried), but of course to no avail, as a woman and her son entered with me. No one talked and the only noise that could be heard was a quiet whistling noise from my phone every 20 seconds or so. To clarify, I was 13, and in hindsight I could see how that was annoying, but try telling this to a 13 year old brat.

After one or two minutes of this, the mother started loudly talking to her son how rude I was being. Me being a rather unconfrontial kid, I just ignored them which somehow led them to believe that I mustn’t speak german (dutch and french people were very common there, and since I’m swiss I understood them). So they gossiped about me, more and more. About one minute before we arrived at the top of the mountain, my mom asked me something (in swiss german, of course), and I took the walkie talkie, looked the mother in the eyes and calmly answered to my mom in swiss german. She went pale and stared at me in disbelief and shame. The doors open, I take my skis and walk away, not before wishing the woman a nice day - in german.

Tl;dr woman assumed I don’t understand my native language, makes a fool out of herself

Edit: two words


inspiration for witches

  • witches of the forest and the night - they change into wolves during the day and roam the green forest of trees searching for fellow caged creatures. The set free winged and wise owls under the moon, that illuminates their pearl feathers.
  • witches of the winter and stars - foggy winter evenings become hues of blue filled with starry nights for the witches. they live in old victorian schools surrounded by trees made dead by the harsh cold season. they wear bewitched moonstones around their necks that turn them into deers enchanting the frozen forest…
  • witches of the sea and precious gems - these witches live and breathe the sacred salty air of the shore. they use precious gems to channel their inner soul to undulate crashing waves into the grey sea. they dance and drown beneath the crystal watery surface like silver sea-sirens.
  • witches of burning fire and flames - golden wreathed witches filled with the radiance of bright fire and flames. they use blazing candles to illuminate the darkness in their cathedral of trees. their familiars are foxes as red as the sun and as sly as smoke from their fires. 

“It’s really simple for friends to become lovers. Just one of the two, needs to take that one step closer. With this one step, the relationship between the two will change entirely. Just like this.”

“One step, that one step never existed between Gook Doo and me. But that day, that person, took one step closer to me.”

Phillip “Lip”  Gallagher Imagine

Pairing: Lip Gallagher x reader
Warnings: cussing, sadness, cuteness
Description: You and Lip are best friends and you finally confess how you feel to him
Requested: nope
A/N: this is my first imagine so bare with me, I still hope you enjoy it :) this also took me too long to write omg like I thought maybe three days because I’ve done it before oh NO. This took me two weeks yALL

Originally posted by heavenatniiight

You had been best friend’s with Lip ever since he cussed out a boy that was harassing you in grade school. You thanked him for weeks until he finally laughed it off, and since then you two have been as thick as thieves. Throughout your school career with him, all you saw was this big brother that would gladly beat up anyone for you. He was always there for you, and you spent more time with him than you did your own family.

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Prompt from here!

Summary: Keith gets stranded in an unknown city on a cold day with no way to get home. He calls Lance to come pick him up, not knowing that Lance is already sick and should be resting instead.

Last bus: 10:45PM

Next bus: 6:15AM

Keith stares at the sign. His shoulders sag, his breath leaving him in a cloud of white.

He’s doomed. He’s stuck in a city miles away from his own house, and he’s just missed the last bus of the night.

Shivering, he brushes the snow off of a bench and sets his bags down on top of it. His fingers feel like they’re turning to ice, so he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets, trying to keep his body from shaking too badly.

This is all his fault. He’d been the one who had been insistent on coming all the way here. He’d taken a bus after lunch, travelling miles and miles from home just to reach this obscure city–it was the only one that happened to have motorbike parts he needed, and he’d planned his trip so he could navigate using his phone and get back before it got dark.

As it turned out, he’d ended up getting miserably lost in the city, and his phone had died on him due to the cold weather. After spending hours wandering around, he’d finally found his way back to a train station on the other side of the town.

And the last bus left half an hour ago. Just his luck.

He doesn’t know anything about this city, doesn’t have anywhere to stay for the night. It’s too far to walk back, and it’s too cold to sleep out here.

He glances up. The snow slants as it falls from the gaping sky, snowflakes turning gold in the sparse light of nearby streetlights. Shivering, he pulls his jacket closer around him, the spare change in his pocket rattling from the movement.

Change. There’s a payphone across the street.

Keith hates bothering people, especially when it’s this late at night. There are not that many people that he trusts enough to bother in the first place, and most of them are unavailable. Hunk is out of town, Shiro and Allura live too far away, Pidge doesn’t have her own car yet. But maybe if he asks nicely enough, he can convince Lance to drive him back.

He picks up his bags, wincing as his fingertips brush against the frigid bench railings, and starts off to cross the street. This is a bad idea, he’s sure, but he’s tired and cold and he can think of nothing better.

He just really, really wants to be home.

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When He Was Mine

Summary: You are left broken hearted after your boyfriend breaks up with you over accusations of flirting with the avengers (+ mainly Bucky). Upset, you go to Bucky and Steve’s apartment and they help you out. (Bucky also has a crush on you tho, and apologises)

Words: 721

Warnings: language

I came up with this idea randomly so I hope its good! Hope you like it, enjoy! I will probably do a part 2 as this started to get large, so let me know if you would like a part 2. Emma Xx

Originally posted by gothicclownqueen

The words rang through your head, echoing down the corridors of your apartment and swarming everything you touched. Dougie had consumed your life and everything which surrounded you, and for him to be cast away from your life, totally ruined your whole existence.

Everything he touched.

Everything he spoke of; he liked.

“St… Steve?” you whimpered, snuffling as you cleared your throat slightly. Steve instantly realised the soft and tender voice echoing down the phone and raced to the door, unlocking it ready for you to appear in a while. “Y/N? What’s happened?” he panicked, nodding over to Bucky who instantly seemed alerted. “I went to pick Dougie up from the bar and… and he was there with like three girls and when I asked him what he was doing…” you sniffled, “he yelled at me. It’s all my fault!” you wailed. “He said I’ve been flirting with you guys and shit. So he went off the rails and he’s basically single now,” you wept, your voice cracking slightly as you finished your sentence.

“Ok, come round, we are both in and we can talk and stuff,” replied Steve, dismissing your language which he would normally pick up on. Glancing to Bucky, he softened his face as he put down the phone. “She’s coming round,” stated Steve, easing off his seat with his coffee mug.

“Oh ok,” replied Bucky, hiding his slight excited-ness at your presence. “Err, is it wrong to ask why?”

“Dougie thinks she was flirting with us and the rest of the team. He took it so far he went out drinking and he had three girls hanging off him when she got there,” sighed Steve, placing his mug in the sink and binned an empty can of beer. “That’s fucked up,” exclaimed Bucky, easing himself down onto the sofa.

“Hey watch the language!” chirped Steve. “But I do agree though,”

“I mean, I am a way better boyfriend! I would never do that to anyone! God, and especially Y/N. She is so nice, you know. And she would never try to hurt anyone!” spouted Bucky, never seeming to end his personal conversation. “I know you like her and all, and maybe this is some kind of chance for you, but not right now, please. She is still heart-broken even though she will be happy it’s over in the end. Just lay it off, for today at least,” warned Steve, reaching for the TV remote.


“Hey Y/N,” welcomed Steve, ushering you through the door and into his arms. “Heyyyy, alright calm down, lets get through the door and we can talk,” assisted Steve, clutching your frame as you wept into his shoulder. Nodding through the tears, you walked through to the main living room to where Bucky was sat on the sofa, looking over to you. “Omg, Y/N, come here!” called Bucky, opening his arm up for you to sit with him. “What happened?” he asked, wiping away a tear from under your eye. Sighing, and stifling the urge to weep once more, you began: “Well Dougie was never very comfortable with me working around guys like you two and Clint and Thor and stuff. So one day he saw me training with Clint I think and we were sparring and so we were having a good time, but he totally took it the wrong way and went off the rails. I came home and he was in the worst mood and he said he was going out, so I went along with it, thinking he was gonna blow off some steam. Turns out, when I go to look for him, he is totally letting loose and making out with girls. I threw a drink at him and left. I think he followed me out but I just screamed we are over and then left,” you spouted, turning to Bucky to see his face soft and mellow.

“I just wish he at least trusted me. It’s stupid I know but-“

“-Hey, it’s not stupid. He should have trusted you in your profession, even if it did mean you were surrounded by hot muscly men!” he laughed at the end, peering down at himself. Smirking over to you, you peered over to Steve who was trying hard to hold it in. “Aaha, yeah. That’s a thing,” you smiled.

anonymous asked:

if cupcake represents you, do the other characters represent other people in your life?

A little, yeah! I think originally (since I was a small kid) they all started out with tv stereotype personalities, because I feel like that’s all we ever see? Like every group on tv has THOSE tv trope exaggerated personality characters.. I don’t know how to word it, but I hope you know what I’m talking about, lol
(ngl though, I love tv stereotpye characters with a passion)

My characters have developed into their own people I feel with story development/irl situations. I wouldn’t say every character that isn’t Cupcake has a set person to connect to (counterpart?), it’s more of just me taking aspects from family, friends, and other characters from tv entertainment and comics etc.

Shadow and Caramel are also slight representations of me. Instead of them being like Cupcake where it’s ALL me, they’re both more of just exaggerated bits of my personality. Shadow being the “logical voice inside your head” type of person while Caramel is the more cautious and questioning type. They do have their “other representations” for themselves though, because I don’t think I can make a character relatable if they were just set in one place

I feel like this is getting sort of confusing trying to explain things omgh so I’m gonna end it here >:’3 jeezum

Honestly that’s probably why I have a difficult time drawing GummyBear, S’mores, and the other kids because I can’t see the stereotypes they’d fit into and I’m like “who are you if you’re not a stereotype”
Like drawing them in scenes etc, but also I don’t know their characters well enough??? cause I don’t chat with my pals about them as much as I’d like to ;w;;; rip

Undisclosed Love Affair

Originally posted by kulo-ren

The sound of pencils moving across paper was the only thing to be heard in the student lounge that afternoon. Y/N and Jughead sat next to each other, however kept enough distance in order to draw no attention to them. They had been together for over a month, but chose to keep it a secret from everyone, including their friends. They had both agreed that a futile label from everyone was the only thing they were missing and they were okay with that. 

Archie sat next to Veronica. Betty sat next to Kevin. All as it usually was in Riverdale. However, when the sound of robust laughter rang through the room, they instantly knew trouble was following close behind. Reggie and his friends. 

Y/N and Jughead despised Reggie. His arrogance filled every room he stepped in and suffocated anyone in its path. They exchanged looks and braced themselves for the show that was about to happen. 

And so Reggie arrived. He wore a smug look on his face and crossed his arms over his chest. “Oh look, it’s my best friends,” he ridiculed, sitting on the arm of the couch Jughead and Y/N had been sitting on. Both of them got up, making it evident they didn’t want to be anywhere near him. “Shaggy and Scoob? Where are you off to?” Reggie asked. “A party isn’t a party unless the prude and the boy who only can get some with his computer.” He said making motions with his right hand. 

Y/N scoffed. She couldn’t understand how someone could be so vile. “How about you go do some laps, you ignominious half-wit.” Y/N said. Reggie looked almost dumbfounded, however the smirk on his face soon returned. 

“That was cute.” He told her, bending down so they were at eye-level. “Come over some other time so you can show me what else that mouth can do?” He said. Y/N clenched her fists, wanting nothing more than to punch him in the nose. 

“Reggie, it baffles me you egregious persona hasn’t gotten you beaten up yet.” Jughead laughed sarcastically. Reggie turned to him. 

“What did you just say? Do you like to hide behind words so no one knows that you couldn’t get a girl if your mother’s life depended on it?” Reggie got close to Jughead’s face. He had always ridiculed Jughead for his lack of dating experience. Jughead never really seemed to mind, it was true that he never had a girlfriend, except now he did. “Probably going to get laid in your mid-forties, I’m guessing. Maybe first kiss too?” He asked, laughing with his friends. “You know, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe you and Kevin are doing it. It makes sense.” 

Y/N refused to watch Jughead go through this. Every word Reggie was saying made her more and more mad. He continued to tease Jughead as he just stood there, taking in the words. Jughead wanted to tell Reggie that he did actually have experience and was not alone, however he didn’t want to tell everyone if Y/N wasn’t ready. 

One moment Reggie was laughing, but in an instant, he stopped. Jughead soon realized why; Y/N’s lips were on his. He cupped her face in his hands as they kissed. It was the only time they had shown any affection in public. Jughead almost forgot everyone was around them, but soon snapped back into reality when a voice was heard from the couch.

“Omg. Jughead and Y/N. Something is taking over me, oh right it’s ineffable joy!” Veronica said, smiling. Y/N and Jughead laughed, Reggie remained silent. “Well well Reg, looks like today is not your day!” Veronica laughed as she took out her phone and snapped a picture of the two kids who just gave up their undisclosed love affair. 


OMG YOU GUYS. I literally got home from holiday today to find a big box on our kitchen counter. The label says “pajamas ” and I’m sitting here thinking “what the hell, I didn’t order pj’s…” So I open it and INSIDE. OMG GUYS, HOLD ONTO YOUR BUTTS CAUSE INSIDE OF THE PACKAGE WAS THIS GODDAMN HAUNTER KIGURUMI (with Pokeball buttons!) , TWO POUR ME PATCHES AND THE MOST GORGEOUS LETTER I’VE EVER RECEIVED!! All ever so lovingly made by @rage-crafts !!
@askspades was of course in on this and had the biggest grin on his face as I opened the package but omg..

BUT WAIT, THERE’S MORE! Our amazing friends Sarah and Dave took time out of their days to not only take care of our small menagerie of animals (four cats, two dogs, three rats and a bunch of fish) after they’d finished a long day at work BUT ALSO SPENT HOURS ON THEIR DAY OFF MOWING OUR DISGUSTINGLY OVERGROWN LAWN (cause I’m a lazy shit who hadn’t mowed it for ages, to be honest…) and, AND!! Bought our animals some lovely foods (that they’re now addicted to and don’t wanna eat their boring old food any more, thank you very much :P) and our dogs some new toys!
 You guys all mean so damn much to me..(Even if my cats hate me for going away and have accepted Sarah as their new queen hurrr ) You’ve gone to so much trouble over the years to help me, pull me out of sticky situations and be a shoulder to cry on.
Sarah, you’re the best mum-friend anyone could ask for. Dave, you’re an absolute delight and a great friend and Pocket, you’re a wonderful, beautiful human being. I couldn’t ask for better friends.. I feel so loved right now.. I’m just…my favorite Pokemon and Decaf’s logo with an amazing letter, friends who are always there when I need them and my pets absolutely love (huge bonus) ..I just..I’m so happy right now ;w; I hope these words begin to show just how grateful I am

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Lost | Jumin x MC Fanfic

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (MysMe)

Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You

Summary: You lost Elizabeth 3rd and Jumin said something that hurt your feelings badly. The idea of the story is per requested by these two lovely people:

Genre: Since it was requested to be Angst. It is dundundununnnn Angst!

Author’s Note: I hope I did some justice!!! Omg I’m so sorry Jumin is my bby and I hurt him badly I am hurt too. No spoilers ahead! I just thought of a scenario between Days 7-9 where in canon, she really went missing. But I took it from there~~ and omg thank u for loving the way i write!!! These asks gets me through the daysss

“Elizabeth? Where are you?” Your voice is the only sound that could be heard on these empty hallways. “Hey… It’s time for your meal…”



You pondered at why no white haired furball is prancing towards your way at this time of the day like the usual. Where is she? You started looking from every nook and cranny of the penthouse only to find nothing. Now, now, where did that cat go?

Your heart raced enough for you to feel it pounding violently against your chest, growing afraid of what might have happened. Different ideas started forming inside your head from the bad to the worst ones. You didn’t give up though, you tried to look for her once more as that it’s now time for her lunch meal. You promised Jumin you’d look after her while he’s going on a business trip to Hong Kong today and he was relieved since you didn’t want to come and he couldn’t possibly bring Elizabeth 3rd with him. Two of his most prized possessions in the world are together under his roof.. what could possibly go wrong?

Seconds turned to minutes as you felt a cold sweat break into your forehead, panic growing inside you. Where did she go? She was just here this morning! You asked one of the securities if they’ve seen her run or prancing around but to no avail.. they saw nothing. You even asked them to take you to the CCTV room of the building just to check every corner of the house.

Still, no luck.

What are you going to do?

Jumin’s flight is scheduled to go back at tonight and you promised to welcome him together with Elizabeth 3rd on his door steps.

You felt panic rise up to your head as you frantically jogged back to jumin’s penthouse with trying to find her once more racing up your mind. It’s still a quarter to one; there’s a lot of time left.. but your hopes are slowly being burned like a candle that’s gone small at the possibility of finding the cat within the building premises today. What if she escaped once more? Or she jumped from the penthouse to the ground? That couldn’t be! It’s too high up! Cats do have the tendency to land perfectly on their feet but still! What if she’s been stolen?

What will you do?

It’s been three hours… three hours of desperation and no luck involved in finding Elizabeth. The worst of the worst has already been bugging your mind. It’s now time for Jumin to know. You lost Elizabeth… you’re careless.. you don’t deserve to be with him. How can you lose a domestic pet inside its own habitat anyway?

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idk what to call it

Error sighed as he walked into his and inks shared little home. “ink I’m back” he yelled, hearing his own voice echo out through the windows into the void, but strangely there was no response.

Error crocked a brow “ink?” he yelled again, finding it a bit weird that the other skeleton wasn’t home right now. “must have run into some friends of his” error murmured to himself, yawning and running a hand over his face.

He was tired and just wanted to laze around. So badly that he didn’t see his colourful boyfriend giggling behind the doorframe. Stretching his arms above his head error slowly moved to the living room looking around in the hopes of seeing ink sleeping on the couch, but at last ink was still nowhere in his sight.

Ink chuckled a little and sneaked after error trying his hardest not to make a noise. As he cached sight of error again he sneaked a bit closer and quickly hiding behind the couch as error turned around and walked over to an little basket in the corner of the room, the place where he kept his glasses and knitting stuff.

With error distracted ink got closer and closer until he was right behind the other skeleton. An smirk appeared on his face as he reached out his arms in a grabbing stands, ready to attack. He chuckled again making error perk up and turn around. “ink are you th..” error didn’t get to finish his sentence as ink swooped him up in the air yelling “HUG ATTACK” into errors ears (?) smiling brightly.

Error keened loudly as ink started swaying him around a bit, giggling and squeezing him tightly, error didn’t know what to think of this, this was to sudden he wasn’t used to this. his eyes filled themselves up with error sighs making him blind to the world around him “i-iNk puT-T me D-Down” he said glitching taking over his voice.      

Ink stopped swinging noticing the glitchy words “sorry, sorry” he mumbled quickly setting error down on his own feet and letting him go. “are you oke there pal?” ink said with a bit of worry in his voice.

Error, who for a matter of fact was still blind started to blindly (get it?) feel around him as he was trying to get a hold of something, anything. Seeing this ink gently took hold of errors hand. “was that a bit sudden for you?” he asked trying to keep voice a bit low.

Error tried to smile a bit “maybe a bit” he squeezed inks hand a lightly, trying to get some grounding as if he was making sure ink was really there “you got me, you got me good I’ll give you that” he said a smirk taking over his face.

Ink giggled “do I get a victory prize?” ink spoke, wiggling his brow bones (logic isn’t a thing here) a bit, to which the still blinded error was unaware to.

Error blinked a few times trying to clear out the error sighs in his eyes “victory prize?” he asked the error sighs starting to fade a bit “What do you want then” ink smiled softly “I think I know something”

Ink to a hold of errors other hand making error turn to face him “just hold still please” ink said slowly leaning in close. error was about to ask why until he felt a soft breath ghosting over his teeth. Error blinked a few more times finally freeing his eyes from the error sighs giving him the ability to see once more.

“ink” error whispered softly looking straight (or gay bedum tsss….. I’ll let myself out) into inks eyes. Ink smiled softly getting a bit closer “may I?” ink whispered letting another breath travel over error teeth.

Error didn’t know how to answer he was to enchanted by inks eyes and how they were full of gently affection, so he just nodded.

Ink leaned forwards the last bit gently pressing his teeth to errors is a sweet skeleton kiss. Error hummed into the kiss and let his eyes slide shut and giving inks hands a squeeze. After a minute ink pulled back slowly and smiled. “was that better?”

Error said nothing for a while before letting out a small laugh “yeah that was nice” ink gave a little chuckle himself and leaned his head onto errors shoulder sighing softly.

“you’re touchy today” error said with a smile, leaning his head against inks. ink only hummed nuzzling a bit into errors shoulder “and you’re warm” he said into the others shoulder. Error blushed at the words and looked away his cheeks tinted yellow. Ink laughed softly and nuzzled his head into errors neck.

“why do I put up with you?”  error asked, ink only smiled and pulled back to look error in the eye “because you love me” error pouted “sadly I do” ink giggled “I love you to” 


welp i told you i suck at writing

sorry it took so long i was a bit busy and lazy the last few days but yeah have a bit of errorink floof

ps: it’s based of the draw where ink is picking error up and a draw were they smooths 

Submitted by  idk-likesomeone

Unu says: OMG, this is super cute! I was so happy to find this in my inbox, I enjoyed readin this and I can absolutely see these two interact like this. Thank you, I’m so glad I inspired you this much - I honestly wish I could draw this, it’s so perfect! <3

Mistakes you made | one

Bucky x Reader

Summary: in which Bucky breaks up with you because of an insecurity. 

Word Count: 1326 | Rating: G [not for part 2 tho]

 Warnings: Yelling, cursing 

 A/N: Now if you need a part two, I can do it 😀😀😀 I s2g this was supposed to be just a prompt omg. I thought about this prompt all day (now you know why it took me so fuckng long) + I’m on the phone which makes it 100x difficult to write so Sorry for any typos. And I have two more prompts in my ask box, and I promise I’ll do them tomorrow (don’t worry and I’m sorry Annonies, if you’re read this)  I’m a very irresponsible writer, with no hope 😞😭 and if you stick around with me in spite of that then I want to thank y'all 🙏🏼

Requested by: @frenchtherainbow thank you, you’ve officially brought out the angst in me 🙃😭

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Originally posted by dailyteamcap

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Who knows Tolkien’s elvish (Sindarin mode) should understand what Oilell said (And I hope I didn’t screw it, cause I learned it so long ago omg).

4th panel: I love you

9th panel: (that) I love you, dumbass (spelled on “Dumb one”, since all elvish insults using adjectives seem to be built this way :v)

Oilell’s truly speechless lmao

And I think I fell in love with chibis *v*

tbh idk what I’m doing. And now as I look at it, this comic feels shitty. But whatever… xD

Signed ARC Giveaway on my insta:

5/5 ⭐️ for A Torch Against the Night by Sabaa Tahir (no spoilers)

AEITA was one of my top reads of 2015 and Torch was one of my most anticipated titles of the year and it truly didn’t disappoint, this book was absolutely mind blowing and I highly recommend the audiobook, the narrators were incredible. - ⚔

Torch picks up right where Ember left off, I actually had to read the very end of Ember to refresh my memory… we again see Laia and Elias POV but this time we also have Helene’s, I have to admit that she has quickly turned into a favorite, I had a pretty set opinion on her on book 1 which now has changed and I like her a lot! -

The commandant is that villain I just love to hate, she’s just as evil and heartless as the first time we met her, but this time around you get to see more into her plans and her end game, she is still to me one of the most complex villains in YA. -

There is definitely more magic in this one than we saw in Ember, almost felt like a little taste of what’s to come in the future, it was super fun though, I felt it added one more layer of interesting to the story. -

Many have mentioned a love triangle, to be completely honest with you I don’t really feel there is one… I think circumstances make people grow closer to each other and we may confuse that for love, I’m not going to tell you who I’m talking about though because I don’t want to spoil anything for you guys. I don’t mind love triangles actually but in this case I don’t feel there was one. -

ATATN kept me on the edge of my seat the whole time, I took any chance I had to listen to it and I was done in two days (which is super fast for me lol)
The one think I’m disappointed with is that we have to wait UNTIL 2018 for book 3!!! OMG the torture!!! -

@penguinteen @sabaatahir

  I won’t lose to you anymore! 

So did anyone else realise Wally’s two theme’s have the same base tune to them?



The main idea of this was Jake meeting up with Dirk once again after he died and Dirk faded in to the glitch. I really do hope everything turns out okay between them

It took me two days to complete this and I love how this turned out.

I hope you guys like it as much as I do.

I think you can guess whats my favorite HS ship.


anonymous asked:

I have met my match. All of the books I have ever read I was able to within a week, or a few days depending on if I have time to, but now I have just started to read the LotR books for the first time, and after two weeks, I'm not even halfway done with the first book, despite reading constantly in class. And I love it. I like how it takes time to actually get into the grove of the book because the diction is so different than other books nowadays. (1/? I'm sorry, but I am geeking out so hard rn)

OMG YES! Please geek out to me about books. 
It took me ages to read LOTR but every moment of it is amazing. Tolkien’s writing is so unique and the characters are amazing

It only took two hundred and forty days
seven hours
twenty-six minutes
and eighteen seconds
But I can finally say it:
I’m over you.

I no longer think about
the way your hips move when you walk
the way your lips move when you read
the way you always took your glove off
before you held my hand so you could feel me.

I’ve completely forgotten about
texts in the middle of the night, saying you love me, miss me
inside jokes no one else thinks are funny
songs that made you want to pull your car over and kiss me immediately.

I can’t remember
how your voice sounds
how your mouth tastes
how your bedroom looks when the sun first comes up.

I can’t recall
exactly what you said that day
what I was wearing
how long it took me to start crying.

It only took two hundred and forty days
seven hours
twenty-six minutes
and eighteen seconds
to wipe you from my memory.

But if you said you wanted me again
or tomorrow
or two hundred and forty days
seven hours
twenty-six minutes
and eighteen seconds from now,

I’m sure it would all come back to me.

—  Every Last Word by Tamara Ireland Stone