this was for a sig i made

It was probably Elise who made Leo wear the flowers - Takumi is very much amused

headcanon: Damas almost never laughs out loud because his laugh sounds like a flock of angry geese

Decided to learn how to draw proper chibis today, so I made a draw the squad thing. Hope I did ok. If you use it I’d love to be tagged in it so I can see your awesome work!~ 

3, 2, and 1 chibi versions under the cut! all are transparent! feel free to cut my sig out, just please don’t claim ownership of the drawing. reblogs > reposts, of the base alone I mean.

Go to town ^~^

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Ok guys so I just have a lot of angsty headcanons trapped in my brain today about our sweet children so here, have a random list of Nygmobblepot things about these broken characters:

  • Imagine Edward suddenly going still one time and not letting Oswald even touch him for days because Oz somehow managed to say or do something that reminded him of his father
  • Imagine Oswald breaking down out of nowhere because Ed accidentally says something only his mother had ever said to him before
  • Imagine Edward clutching Oz’s arm but not saying anything because the hallucinations are back and he just needs something to centre him in reality
  • Imagine Oswald suddenly backing out of their first time being intimate because he’s too self-conscious of Ed seeing him naked
  • Imagine Edward launching into an argument with Oswald because he was gone for longer than he said he would be and Ed thought he’d walked out on him like everyone else has
  • Imagine Oswald asking Ed to say he’s beautiful because he really needs to hear it every once in a while and he doesn’t have his mother to say it anymore
  • Imagine Edward flinching when Oz points at something because usually when someone raises a hand like that its because they’re going to hit him
  • Imagine Oswald getting irrationally angry at Ed’s teasing because it was too similar to what the bullies used to say
  • Imagine Edward panicking because his hand ends up near Oswald’s throat one time and he doesn’t remember how it got there and now he’s scared of himself again
  • Imagine Oswald freaking out over Ed accidentally cutting himself because he will not have another person he loves die and its made him lose perspective on the seriouness of injuries
  • Imagine Edward overly apologising for something tiny like spilling a drink because he remembers getting in trouble for it when he was a child

Good, I feel better now you lot can all suffer with me.

anonymous asked:

Guns you want to get?

We will be here all day, if I listed them all.

To name a few, though…

Above all else, I’ve been wanting a Mk23 for ~20 years now. My collection will never be complete without one. Thankfully, I’ll (hopefully) be getting one within a few months.

SIG X-5/X-6. Particularly a Blue Moon, Black & White, or SuperMatch. To me, these are some of the best looking firearms ever created, and are one of the best shooting handguns in existence. 

So far, the CZ TS Orange is the nicest shooting handgun that I’ve encountered. Along with being one of the most accurate (right behind the CZ TS Czechmate & SIG X-5 SuperMatch) and it looks hot as hell. Thus, I need one.

And the CZ Shadow II, because it’s an evolution of one of my favorite handguns ever made.

Creepypasta #1123: Pac Man Fever

Length: Medium

This happened in 1995, but I still remember it clearly. I was 24 years old, hard at work on a novel about love and loss and redemption, and working third shift at a convenience store just off the college campus to make ends meet. My manager, Todd, was a dick; my girlfriend, Sage, was probably cheating on me; and the stray cat I’d taken in, Kurtd, liked to crawl into my closet and piss on my Doc Martens.

The night I’m talking about here was in October, and it was chilly and clear and I remember the moon was big. If we’d had text messaging back then I’d have texted Sage something poetic about a big orange moon (something about ‘kurious oranj’ because you couldn’t go wrong making a Mark E Smith reference) but back then we just kept that shit to ourselves and everybody was just as happy. I’d covered up my uniform shirt with my old reliable blue and orange flannel shirt, the way I did every night, and Todd the Dickhead would have thrown a shit fit if he’d seen it.

When this all went down I was actually feeling pretty good about myself, because I’d just made a little coin on a shady deal. It was a Friday night and a party at the Sig Chi house had run out of booze. So around 2 in the morning, a couple of Sig Chi bros came in and tried to buy a 30 pack.

We were absolutely not supposed to sell beer after 1 AM, I said. It would be a real risk for me to take, I emphasized. I cleared my throat. Looked around and pointedly saw nobody in the store. “A real risk, dudes, a real risk,” I added. 

Two of the three guys turned around to leave. The third guy, a handsome fellow wearing beer stained Abercrombie khakis and a violent green polo with a little alligator emblem on it, said in a low, raspy whisper, “And what would a risk like that be worth to you?”

So ten minutes later I was at the back entrance, out of camera range, handing them a 30 pack of Natty Lite and counting my money. I walked back into the store and saw a dude standing there playing our Pac-Man game.

Now what you may or may not know is that 80′s nostalgia among college kids goes back to, well, the 80′s. By the mid 90′s, 80′s nostalgia was in full fabulous swing and every bar on or near campus had an 80′s night or two every month, and every frat house and off-campus frat apartment had several 80′s parties every semester. The owner of the convenience store where I worked, a big Falstaffian goofball named Peter, partly as a nod to the college kids and partly because he was a lovable dork himself, bought and refurbished an old Pac-Man arcade game and set it up in the corner near the entrance.

Now the kid who’d come in to play it while I was hornswoggling the frat boys out back looked like he’d just come from the ultimate nostalgia splooge-fest. Dude could have just stumbled in from the big Shermer High School Winter Wonderland Carnival. He was wearing a clean, crisp jean jacket with the word Disappearer airbrushed in neon pink and green letters on the back. He had big spiky blond Club Kid hair. This guy was skinny–we’re talking “Lives on vodka tonics and Bolivian Marching Powder” skinny–and had the sleeves of his jean jacket pushed up to reveal jelly bracelets up and down his right arm. White Guess jeans were stretched tight across a round, muscular ass that I’m sure Sage would have gone wild for, and the jeans were rolled up to show he wore his white Gucci loafers sockless.

This boy, The Disappearer, was really into his Pac Man too. He was bobbing his head and swaying his hips and gobbling up ghosts. It was pretty fun to watch at first. Almost on cue, the local radio station started playing Duran Duran’s “Girls on Film” and I jokingly said, “Hey dude, did you call in a request?”

No response. Not a talker. Fine with me! I sat my ass down on some egg crates I kept behind the counter (Todd kvetched about it but fuck him) and started scribbling in my notebook. This time of night I didn’t do much cleaning and there weren’t many customers, so if he wanted to stand there and feed quarters into an old arcade game that was fine by me.

Except I was actually kind of cranky he hadn’t answered me. Who did this shit think he was? Just because I work in a convenience store he thinks he can just blow me off? A Depeche Mode song came on the radio, Strangelove, and in addition to giving the game some body English I noticed he was kind of shaking his ass to the song. I decided to try being friendly again. 

“Must be 80′s night somewhere around here, huh?”

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Your Touch Has Got Me Haunted
part one, the prologue

Clarke’s twenty-first birthday was bound to be something she’d never be able to forget after Raven surprised her with a night at a strip club, with the highlight being a private lap dance by on of the most talented, and lusted after performers, Bell-Oh-My.

However, seven years later, with a daughter just entering kindergarten, Clarke realized that night would be harder to forget than she originally thought when she introduced herself to her daughter’s handsome (and all-too-familiar) new teacher.

word count: 6227
chapter: 1/3
rating: M
notes: I have no idea really how this fic came to be, but it evolved from a random prompt/idea and grew into this… monster. Thanks @yalenayardeen for enabling, encouraging and editing this shit out of this. Thank you for letting me come sit on your couch and eat your breakfast food because I can’t get anything done at my own apartment. And for writing my summary.

Here, she also made a playlist.

(sorry, I also totally posted this without tagging it first– aND WITH A TYPO IN THE GD TITLE JESUS I AM A MESS)

Clarke tugged down the creeping hem of the skin tight black dress Raven had coaxed her into wearing twenty minutes earlier. Despite living in California, it was still relatively chilly in October, and Clarke had argued the choice of outfit until Raven had nearly strapped her down on the bed and forced it on Clarke herself.

“Where are we going, Raven?” Clarke asked, standing on the corner and impatiently waiting for their Uber.

Raven grinned at her mischievously, shrugging. “You’ll see, Griffin. The rest of the girls are going to meet us there.”

“Meet us where?” Clarke whined, tugging on the dress again.

Raven swatted at her nervous fingers as she struggled with the outfit. “Stop that, you look hot.”

Clarke shot her a look of skepticism.

Annoyed, Raven stomped, looking more imposing than her 5-foot-5 frame would let someone believe. “Clarke Marie Griffin, you are going to stop whining right now, because it is your twenty-first birthday and we’re going to go out and have fun. Midterms are over. You have nothing to study for. Can’t you let loose for one night? One night. You deserve that. Hell, I deserve that.”

Clarke deflated. She was right. She did deserve a night of whatever… this was. A night out with her girls, not worrying about med school applications or the Gamma Kappa Sig winter formal, or ex-girlfriends or anything.

It was her birthday after all.

“Okay,” Clarke said, relenting, a reluctant smile stretching across her face. “You’re right.”

“Of course I am,” Raven said, giddy.

Something in her tone made Clarke nervous, but the Uber pulled up before Clarke could press her for more information.

Raven urged her into the backseat, brimming with excitement. “I hope you’re ready for this.”

Clarke wiggled into the far seat, settling in as Raven followed suit. “Ready as I’m gonna be,” she muttered, soft enough that Raven didn’t hear.

Her stomach dropped when the Uber pulled up to the Dropstrip.

“Raven,” Clarke warned.

Don’t start.”

Raven swung her legs out of the car, thanking the driver hastily, and a second later Clarke was surrounded by her sorority sisters. Harper, Monroe, Niylah and Anya were all dressed in the most revealing clothes Clarke had ever seen them wear—and they were standing in front of a strip club.

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I talk about Jak’s growth being stunted a lot so here’s some stuff I made about a hypothetical ‘Jak’ who grew up happy and safe with his family in Spargus.
((I’ve taken to calling this alt!Jak 'sparkle boy’ because the chances of him still taking the name Jak would be next to none just please don’t tag him as 'Mar’. more notes under the cut!))

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LGBT+ in Swedish

Originally posted by fuwaprince

Since it’s pride month right now I thought I’d make a pride themed vocabulary list! 

Sexuell/romantisk läggning - sexual/romantic orientation 

-sexuell - -sexual 

Kön - gender

Könsidentitet - gender identity

En identitet - an identity

Identifiera sig som - identify as

Kärlek - love 

Att älska - to love 

Ickebinär - nonbinary

Pronomen - pronouns

-fobi - -fobia

Att komma ut - to come out

En regnbåge - a rainbow

En stereotyp - a stereotype

En norm - a norm

Note: In Sweden we usually use the acronym HBTQ+ (homo, bi, trans and qu*er) instead of LGBT+. 

Happy pride!!