this took so long and is so ugly sorry

Hiiiii. So, 2016 is almost over (thank god), it’s christmas eve (i know most of you will probably see this until tomorrow so merry christmas and i’m sorry) and since i haven’t made a follow forever in a while, i decided to make one now to let you all know how much i love and appreciate each and every single one of you.

i’m especially grateful for all of my mutuals, thank you guys for following me 💕 some of us have been following each other since i started this blog which is just crazy omg.

Anyway, thanks guys you are amazing, i love you and your blogs and i just wish everyone nice holidays and a wonderful 2017!!!

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“So dear brother. Did the king really say.. I was ugly? Even if you’re on the battlefield, how can a brother not send his sister a reply? Are you… are you really.. I’m sorry it took me this long to recognize you. I promised to become happy, but I couldn’t keep it. I’m sorry.”

AOMG reacting to you asking them to buy pads

A/N: For the anon who requested this! Sorry it took so long lol

Originally posted by yooneroos

Simon D: At first, he’d probably protest against it just to tease you and watch you whine before finally agreeing to buy them for you. Personally, he doesn’t seem like the kind of person to be embarrassed about having to do it since he’s the romantic type and understands that it’s a natural thing for every girl.

Originally posted by ilsanflower

Gray: He seems like the type of person who’d be a little flustered upon hearing your request. However, after a bit of convincing him that there’s no reason for him to be uncomfortable, he’d go buy them for you.

Originally posted by jayfatuasian

Jay Park: Honestly, you probably wouldn’t even have to ask him because he’ll most likely already be on his way to the store. If he noticed you hadn’t been feeling well beforehand, he’d go out of his way to buy them for you so that when you do ask he just tosses you the bag.

Originally posted by cpvitamin

Loco: He’s so easily flustered that hearing this would make him be at a lost of words for a few minutes until he realizes that he hasn’t even responded. In the end he’ll buy them for you, but the entire time he’s at the store he’d be anxiously passing them by in case anyone was watching.

anonymous asked:

I love you, I love you!!!!! You explained Oikawa's character so well. I think passion is something what you can drown in and sometimes it isn't beautiful and it makes people ugly. (Takes a deep breath) I think Oikawa is one of the most inspiring characters in Haikyuu. His personality isn't the best, but oh god, it is a strong one. He cares so much and he's determined even if he knows that there is someone better than him. He even lost, and I bet it hurt like a hell, but he was so brave about it.

YOU explained Oikawa so well and I couldn’t agree more with you. 

Oikawa won, Oikawa lost, Oikawa fell, Oikawa fell even harder, OIkawa got up again. He’s shaped with burning pain and he will always get up, no matter what, until he’ll finally reach the only place he truly deserves: the spot as official setter in Japan’s national team. 


It’s the oldest story in the world. One day you’re 17 and planning for someday. And then quietly and without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life. If you had a friend you knew you’d never see again, what would you say? If you could do one last thing for someone you love, what would it be?
                                  Say it, do it, don’t wait. Nothing lasts forever.

fires, chapter two

Title: Fires
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Pairing: Rick x Michonne
Rating: T
Summary: “Because sometimes fires burn to make way for something new…something beautiful.“  The evolution of Rick and Michonne’s relationship throughout the course of season seven.

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this took so long :/ I truly thought I would have this up just a few days after the last chapter, but my inspiration and motivation is so up and down because depression! and also I tend to always end up writing way more than I intended to.

That being said, this won’t be the final part of this story. I still have (at least) one more chunk to tell. I was actually going to add a couple more sections to this chapter, but it was getting way too long and I wanted to get something up for you guys asap. I’m going to try my best to have the last part up before 7x15 airs, and then I might do some sort of epilogue afterwards, depending on people’s interest and my inspiration/writing stamina.

As always, love and thanks to you all, xoxo.


Their lives falls into some strange pattern of domesticity as they prepare for war.

Everyone wakes up in the morning, eats breakfast and then kisses each of their loved ones goodbye, before heading off to complete whatever task assigned to them.  They work diligently into the hours of the early evening and then call it a day, heading home to spend the remainder of the night with their families and friends.

In their house, some combination of her, Rick, and Carl make dinner, and then they sit around the table with Judith and eat, discussing all they had accomplished today and their plans for tomorrow.  Sometimes they talk strategy, but they try not to.  They silently vow to keep their family time free of those kinds of topics. They can’t keep it as pure as her and Rick’s bedroom, but they work to keep it as pure as they can.

The minutes tick by. Judith coos and babbles and they all laugh at her, Carl tells her what’s happening in his latest comic book, Rick nudges her foot with his under the table, or reaches out and finds her hand once they move into the living room after they’ve cleared the table.  Carl makes a disgusted sound in the back of his throat at any sign of PDA, which Judith adorably attempts to imitate as they laugh again, and a deep blush never fails to color Rick’s cheeks even though he knows Carl’s repulsion is all in good fun.  She squeezes the fingers that are laced with hers.  He turns his head towards her, the corners of his mouth turning up into a mischievous grin, and she has to look away as a wave of heat begins to roll over her own skin.

The day dwindles to a close. They each take turns tucking Judith into bed, and then Carl retires to his room for the night.  Her and Rick settle into the kitchen and do the dishes before heading up the stairs

There are exceptions to the routine, of course.  There are the occasional overnight runs, and Negan comes to visit every couple of weeks, and they put on calm, resigned masks to hide the fact that they’re all scrambling around in the background, ensuring none of their battle plans are discovered or even suspected.

But more often than not, their days follow that same, strange pattern, and the monotony of it is comforting, in a way.  Familiar in the way it brings back the taste of a way of life long abandoned and forgotten. In fact, the days could classify as normal – normal in the old way – if their jobs didn’t constantly revolve around preparation for a war against a sadistic man wielding a barbed wire-covered bat and his legion of disciples.

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xsakuraxohanax  asked:

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Send me Ⓐ and my muse will rate yours:


repulsive || hideous || ugly || not attractive || unappealing || not unattractive || meh || no preference || ok || mildly attractive || nice looking || cute || adorable || attractive || pleasant on the eyes || good looking || hot || sexy || beautiful || gorgeous || hot damn || would tap that || perfect || godlike || holy fuck there are no words


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How likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending || fuck no! || never || no way || not likely || not sure || indifferent || I’m asexual || maybe || probably || it depends || fairly likely || likely || yeah sure || yes || would tap that || hell yes || fuck yes! || wishing that could happen right now || as many times as possible || we are already having sex

Level of Friendship:

never in a million years || worst of enemies || enemies || rivals || indifferent || neutral || acquaintance || friendly toward each other || casual friends || friends || good friends || best friends || fuck buddies || bosom buddies || practically the same person || would die for them || true friends || my only friend ||

First impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

Current impression of them:

I hate them so much || I don’t like them || I don’t trust them || they annoy me || they’re weird || I’m indifferent || meh || they seem alright || they’re growing on me || truce || I think I like them || I like them || I’m not sure if I trust them || I trust them || they’re cool || they’re genuine || I think we’re going to get along || I really like them || I think I’m in love || oh fuck they’re hot || I love them

How good of a kisser:

worst kisser ever || terrible || bad || awkward || just okay || alright || pretty good || good || makes me moan || excellent || exciting || oh god they’re good || I dream about it || fucking amazing || absolute perfection || we haven’t kissed

Kew: Just guessin’ on this one.

Request: Lazy Day

Request: hey, before asking anything, let me tell you you’re probably my favorite fanfiction writer of ALL times. You always cheer me up with your writing and your stories, so thanks! I’m on the time of the month where life is ugly and where you’re emotionally unstable (I hate this) so I was wondering if you could do one where the reader is the youngest sister and has cramps and Sam and Dean try to confort her. It would be awesome if it had a lot of fluff. Sorry for being too specific, thanks, anyway xx.

Word Count: 854

I know exactly how you feel:( I’m sorry this took so long, it’s probably a little late now, but I guess it’s there for next time:) Thank you so much, and have an awesome day<33

It takes your brothers a few moments to figure out what’s wrong when, one morning, you shuffle into the kitchen with your duvet wrapped tightly around your body. You look greyish and exhausted, but what strikes them is that you’re obviously in pain.

“Y/N?” Sam sees it first, seeing as Dean’s back is turned making pancakes that smell equal parts amazing and sickening, “What’s wrong?”

Dean twists sharply, “Are you hurt? Did someone-?”

You shake your head, “No, no, just… girl stuff.”

It takes a second, but realisation dawns on their faces at the exact same moment and there’s a collective sigh of ohh from both of them. It makes you smile, even just a little, and you sit down at the table where a mug of hot coffee already waits for you.

“Are you okay?” Sam asks, “Do you need anything?”

“Don’t worry, I’m covered.” You don’t miss the look of relief that crosses their features – the odd time you’ve had to send them for feminine products always had you in stitches, thanks to their lack of experience with the subject.

Dean glances around the kitchen, before reaching into a cupboard and pulling out a pack of painkillers, which he tosses over, “You sure you don’t need anything?”

“I’m fine. Happens every month, remember?” You down a couple of pills with your coffee, shooting them a nonchalant smile as they grimace in sympathy – they’ve said, time and time again, that they’re infinitely grateful that they don’t have to deal with that as well as hunting and don’t know how you do.

“You want some snacks?” Sam asks, draining the last of his coffee and standing up, “I need to go on a supply run anyway, so…?”

“If you bring pretzels I’ll love you forever.”

“Pretzels, gotcha. And Ice-cream?” At your nod, he asks, “Pistachio or mint-choc-chip?”


“Both it is.” He smiles brightly, patting your head. Before you can thank him, he’s gone, and Dean takes his seat in front of you.

“TV’s yours if you want it.” He offers – the arguments you have about TV are the most sibling-y things you do and this offer… it seems too good to be true.

“What’s the catch?” You ask, narrowing your eyes. Dean holds up his hands in defence, laughing at your accusation.

“No catch.”

“So I can watch Cake Boss without you taking the piss?” You ask, and Dean nods in concession. You grin, “You don’t have to pity me.”

“I don’t pity you. I just can’t be bothered with your whining right now.” He teases. You roll your eyes, picking up your mug and gathering the duvet around your shoulders.

“In that case, I’m out.”


You find an episode of Cake Boss and settle into the couch, duvet wrapped tightly around yourself. After a while, Dean slips into the room and takes a seat beside you, tucking his feet beneath your duvet. You glance at him, and he shrugs.

“The show isn’t that bad. Anyway, Sam’ll be back soon, and he’ll just sit here otherwise. And we had burritos last night, he’ll be windy.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. You let the show play in silence for a few minutes, until Dean moves closer to you and holds out an arm, offering to let you lean into him. You narrow your eyes suspiciously.

“Dean, I’m twenty-eight, not thirteen. I’m fine.”

“I know you’re fine, but you’re still my baby sister.”

“I’m not your baby anything. Quit fussing.” You insist, but you lean into him nonetheless – he’s warm, and he smells familiar and soothing. Sometimes, with all of the shit that goes down on a seemingly daily basis, you feel like the three of you are drifting apart and it scares you more than anything you’ve ever done or seen.

He smiles smugly, “You’ll always be the baby. Perks of being born last.”

“Screw off, Dean.” You nudge him in the ribs, but he only laughs in response. Before he can formulate a reply witty enough to appease you, Sam leans in the doorway, holding out a bag that appears to be brimming with junk food.

“You two look cosy.” He teases, before glancing at the TV, “And is that Cake Boss?”

“Yeah. Problem?”

“Not at all.” He grins, tossing over a packet of pretzels and a couple of assorted candy bags, “Happy?”

“Very. Thank you, Sammy.”

“Anytime. I brought some DVDs they had on sale, too – I figured you’d benefit from a lazy day.”

“I really don’t need you to fuss!” You insist – however, you’re not complaining, “Then again, I think we all need it. Come sit down.”


You spend the day watching films, eating junk food, (you end up ordering like five pizzas later that night, because none of you can agree what toppings to get)  and, admittedly, falling asleep on each other. It brings back fond memories of your youth, before everything got hellishly complicated (no pun intended) and it was just the three of you for weeks at a time. Despite your brothers’ constant fussing, you find yourself appreciating the time you spend together more than anything else.


I was tagged by the lovely @ursinequeen to post my latest selfie/lock screen/song/show, so now all you beautiful people get to see my ugly mug ❤

I’m not entirely sure which of my mutuals are inclined to share selfies and whatnot, so I’ll tag @jenmarii @fukigen-na-boy @mibichi and leave it an open invitation to all of my mutuals that see this and want to do it

You also don’t have to do it if I tagged you, either 👍

it’s you; a very angsty zayn/louis playlist

who doesn’t like a lil of angst on their lives, right? this mix its quite long, it has 80+ songs so yeah. thanks to everyone who sent me songs to add to this. ♡ 


lonely star – the weeknd || alone together  – fall out boy || hello  – adele || sorry  – justin bieber || jealous  – labrinth || 6, 8, 12  – brian mcknight || fourth of july  – fall out boy || ribs  – lorde || for him.  – troye sivan || shameless  – the weeknd || i am trying to break your heart  – wilco || almost lover  – a fine frenzy || nothing’s gonna hurt you baby  – cigarretes after sex || cosmic love  – florence + the machine || lost boy  – troye sivan || what a feeling  – one direction || youth  – troye sivan || sweater weather  – the neighbourhood || right hand  – drake || the town  – the weeknd || fallingforyou  – the 1975 || no light, no light  – florence + the machine || all i want  – kodaline || i found  – amber run || twin size mattress  – the front bottoms || friends  – ed sheeran || twin skeleton’s  – fall out boy || the beach  – the neighbourhood || sunset  –   the xx || little talks  – of monster and men || to the top  – twin shadow || too close  – alex clare || affection – cigarretes after sex || in my veins  – andrew belle || keep on loving you  – cigarretes after sex || talk me down  – troye sivan || walking in the wind  – one direction || rolling stone  – the weeknd || december  – neck deep || pretty  – the weeknd || say something  – a great big world || idfc  – blackbear || cough it out  – the front bottoms || i’m a firefighter  – cigarretes after sex || swimming pool  – the front bottoms || the boy who blocked his own shot  – brand new || andria  – la dispute || dreaming of you  – cigarretes after sex || king  – years & years || gravity  – sara bareilles || sidekick  – walk the moon || favorite record  – fall out boy || just kids   – alex & sierra || electric twist  – a fine frenzy || come home  – onerepublic || i love you  – woodkid || honest  – the neighbourhood || til my heart stops  – too far moon || running back to you  – for the foxes || the way we were  – the summer set || sure thing  – miguel || california king bed  – rihanna || half a heart  – one direction || nicotine  – panic! at the disco || lucky ones  – lana del rey || hourglass  – catfish and the bottlemen || the only one  – the black keys || sleeping with a friend  – neon trees || superhuman touch  – athlete || still into you  – paramore || venus  – sleeping at last || proof  – paramore || i lied  – nicki minaj || when we were young  – adele || love you goodbye – one direction || it’s you  – zayn || history  – one direction || i hate u, i love u  – gnash || uptown boys  – netherfriends || a.m.  – one direction || other people  – beach house || ffyl  – quinn xcii || against all ods (take a look at me now)  – phill collins || i don’t wanna love you anymore  – real friends || summer  – real friends || suburbia  – troye sivan

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taramaclaay  asked:

I still can't believe they put Belle in that ugly ass prom dress. I'm so bitter about it. Like you have PRE-REVOLUTIONARY FRENCH FASHION to work with and that's what you go with? Sorry to vent to you but you and costumes are indelibly linked in my brain.

Sorry i took so long to reply. it’s been hectic lol. she apparently didn’t want to wear the period piece clothes because it’s not “feminist.” Which is so reflective of the white feminism for which she stands. What speaks to imperial privilege more than an under-qualified white person exempting themselves from a very standard part of the job based on a narrow, self-serving idea of what “Feminism” is lol?