too much tags dude will you stop

kixboxer  asked:

WHY WOULD I TRY TO STOP YOU (re your tags). He probably sends the hair to the ISU after they give him too much shit for some him-ness he's committed. Yuuri is somewhere in Japan clutching a poster to his chest with one arm, a pair of scissors in his other hand. HIS HAIR IS ALREADY SHORT BECAUSE HE KEEPS GETTING INTO FIGHTS BECAUSE OF HIS GREAT BIG VIKTOR NIKIFOROV CRUSH. and then he goes to college and drnk yuuri keeps getting their hair cut bc he keeps getting into fights.

My dude I did mean it as a warlord AU but now I’m having so much fun imagining Viktor “Extra” Nikiforov being this perfect, angelic little pacifist his entire life until the Russian Skating Federation just goes Too Far One Day and he cuts off his hair and mails it

Yakov’s hair is long because he’s given the fuck up on all of this shit.

Mari’s hair was down to her back until last year when someone unaware that Yuuri was her brother said something nasty about him, three rows behind her in one of her bi-weekly business classes. She stood up, cut her ponytail at the elastic and calmly set it on the guy’s desk before punching him in the jaw.

Yuri P’s hair was very, very short all through his childhood until he realized how sad it kept making his grandfather to have to cut his hair whenever he got into a fight–him being too young to do it himself. Nowadays, Yuri just yells at people.

Phichit is one of those rare people who doesn’t get in fights; he just cuts his hair for the Aesthetic so people think he has a hidden mean streak but no. 

(Or maybe he’s just being extra and considers all the fights he gets in on Twitter over Yuuri’s honor as valid enough altercations to cut his hair over.)

Yuuri becomes a calmer person after he meets Viktor. He looks in the mirror one day and realizes that his hair is starting to creep down his neck. Touches a wavy bit that’s just starting to flop over his eye. Smiles.

Every time I optimistically scroll down to the YouTube comments on a Critical Role video, I regret it. Wow. Just a sea of “[change in the set this week] is the worst” or “every player is awful, except for the part where [invariably a male player] can do no wrong” or “they’re planning too much/too little/just the right amount but also somehow wrong”. Yikes. This is also a lot of why I stopped checking the tag here or going on the subreddit, man.

I guess it makes sense that the format of the show lends itself to backseat-drivers, especially given the cast’s accessibility via social media, but dang, dude. It’s gotta be like playing a game of Mass Effect or something and having someone sensuously whispering in your ear the whole time, “you know, that dialogue was sort of hackneyed” or “are you sure you should be shooting right now? did you try talking first?” or “look, I know you’re going paragon, but the renegade interrupts are so much better” or “hey, why did you take that renegade interrupt? don’t you feel like a horrible person?”

I know there’s a weird line between game and show here, and I know the term “responsibility to the audience” gets bandied around a bunch, but I figure if an entertainer fails to entertain you, you move on. I figure the only real, incredibly important responsibility any entertainer has to the audience is not to hurt them

If creators fall down on that front (and of course hurt is not diminished by an absence of intention), by all means, that’s an important topic for discussion. But if the argument is that they have a responsibility to be playing Optimum D&D or to be creating the Most Streamlined TV Drama when any two audience members’ expectations are so wildly disparate, and when it is an improvised internet livestream that is not the cast’s day-job, and when it is a game where a major draw for the players is the ability to make mistakes without major real-life consequences, there’s no way you’re gonna get either perfect gameplay or perfect storytelling. But you can come pretty damn close, which I guess is why everyone’s so invested that they freak out when it teeters too far in one direction or the other, hey?

Anyway. Bottom line is that I probably worry too much about how much fun other people aren’t having with their hobbies. And hey, it is totally okay to get burned out on a show you love. But, you know, maybe less okay to do the equivalent of hanging around outside a movie theater, grabbing people by the lapels, and yelling, “Am I the only one who didn’t enjoy the movie that much?”

Have a (very) messy follow-up in which Siren wants to know so badly why Ace Pirate is such a music critic that she climbed the side of the ship to lodge a complaint.

Sam And The Micro Peen

Originally posted by adaav

Characters: Y/n, Sam, Dean, OC Beka

Pairing: Sam x Y/n (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Sort of angstiness, insecure Sam, fluffiness, mentions of cheating, more fluffiness.

Word Count: 836

Summary: Sam knows he’s got a tiny cock, but that doesn’t matter to everyone, especially not Y/n.

A/N: People always write Sam with a monster cock, but I mean, he could have a tiny micropeen too, right?? Just cos he’s tall, doesn’t mean he’s big down there, so this was made. Much more fluffier than I anticipated, but it’s fine. I like it. Just random crap, but hope u like it. 

Tagged Peeps: @waywardsons-imagines @whywhydoyouwantmetosaymyname @sallyp-53@malachai-winchester @helvonasche @kaitlynnlovegood @notnaturalanahi @wayward-mirage@riversong-sam@nerdflash @miss-miep@impala-dreamer@mypeopleskillsarerusty0203@greek-geek481@chelsea072498@deals-with-demons @plaidstiel-wormstache @impalaimagining@deathtonormalcy56

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“Dude, come on. Just ask y/n. Pretty sure it can’t be worse than no”, Dean grumbled, his attention going back to his laptop after finally making Sam stop tapping on the table.

“Dean, you know what everyone else has done. What if the same thing happens again?”

Dean rolled his eyes. He was sick of this dumb self-doubt. Sure, Sam apparently had a small cock.

Of course, Dean hadn’t seen it, but he was aware.

Apparently, Jess cheated on him with Brady, Amelia with some dude and a few other women had also. When Sam asked them why, they all came with the same reason. Sam couldn’t pleasure any of them with his small cock.

He knew it was small, especially once he was a teenager, he realized, this wasn’t a good thing. Having almost all the women he thought he loved cheat on him because of that, well, that just made his want to avoid any sort of relationships.

So of course, Sam was terrified of actually making a move on y/n, his best friend and the one person he loved truly.

“Dude, if you don’t say something, I’ll tell y/n myself”, Dean threatened, sick of having to watch his brother pine over y/n every day.

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Les Amis + playing the "say you like me and make me blush" game.

#1 - Enjolras & Grantaire.
Grantaire: Apollo, I lov-…
Enjolras: No.
Grantaire: But I actually lov-…
Enjolras: No.
Grantaire: Wait, are you blushing? I didn’t even finish my sente-…
Enjolras: Stop. That’s it, I don’t wanna play. Now shut up.
Grantaire: Aww, c'mon-…
Enjolras: SHUT UP I SAID.
Grantaire:
Enjolras:
Grantaire:
Enjolras:
Grantare: But you blushed, didn’t yo-…
Enjolras: gRANTAIRE

#2 - Combeferre & Courfeyrac.
Combeferre: I love you.
Courfeyrac: I know. I love you too. I mean, it doesn’t even make sense playing this game. We’re a couple. We say it all the time. You couldn’t make me blush even if you wanted.
Combeferre: [raising an eyebrow] Oh, really? What about…
Combeferre: [whispers something in his ear]
Courfeyrac:
Courfeyrac: wHAT THE FUCK
Courfeyrac: WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK
Courfeyrac: JESUS CHRIST
Courfeyrac: HOW DO YOU EVEN
Courfeyrac: OH MY GOD
Combeferre: So… I won.
Courfeyrac: YOU CAN WIN THE FUCK YOU WANT BUT YOU HAVE TO ACTUALLY DO WHAT YOU PROMISED TO DO
Combeferre: [laughing] Yeah, yeah.

#3 - Jehan & Montparnasse.
Jehan: ‘Parnasse, I-I… Io-… Uhm… I-I love you!
Montparnasse:
Jehan: … 'Parnasse?
Montparnasse:
Jehan: 'Parnasse, are you blu-…
Montparnasse: I DON’T BLUSH BLUSHING IS FOR WEAK
Jehan: Uhm, but I actually saw you…
Montparnasse: YOU CAN’T PROVE IT AND ALSO YOU’RE BLUSHING TOO
Jehan: THIS ISN’T FAIR, I BLUSH ALL THE TIME
Montparnasse: WELL HONEY LIFE ISN’T FAIR BYE
Jehan:
Montparnasse:
Jehan:
Grantaire: He actually won, you know?
Montparnasse: Go fuck yourself.

#4 - Marius & Cosette.
Marius: Cosette, my dearest one… I-I… I… I lo-…
Marius: [faints]
Cosette:
Cosette:
Cosette:
Cosette: Is he dead or
Eponine: I think he’s actually dead.
Cosette: … Oh.
Cosette:
Cosette:
Cosette: Does it mean I won or

#5 - Feuilly & Bahorel.
Bahorel: I… I mean, I…
Feuilly:
Bahorel: SORRY MAN I CAN’T SAY I REALLY REALLY REALLY LIKE YOU
Feuilly: You just said it.
Bahorel:
Feuilly: And I think… Uhm, it seems like you’re blushing.
Bahorel: AM NOT
Feuillly: ARE TOO
Bahorel: WHO THE FUCK BLUSHES FOR  SOMETHING LIKE THAT
Feuilly: YOU IT SEEMS
Bahorel: WELL YOU’RE BLUSHING TOO
Feuilly: I AM A GINGER, YOU KNOW WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT GINGERS
Bahorel: YEAH THEY DO SAY A LOT OF THINGS DON’T THEY
Feuilly:
Bahorel:
Feuilly: Do you mean-…
Bahorel: No. Jesus Christ, no.

#6 - Cosette & Eponine.
Eponine: Yeah, you know, I like you. Love you. You know.
Cosette: Oh, 'Ponine! I really, really do love you too!
Eponine:
Cosette:
Eponine:
Cosette:
Eponine: What the fuck
Cosette: Are you bl-…
Eponine: NOT AT ALL FUCK BLUSHING IS FOR WEAK
Jehan: That’s funny! Montparnasse actually said the same thing to me and he was blushing too!
Eponine: SHUT THE FUCK UP PROUVAIRE
Jehan:
Eponine:
Jehan:
Eponine: Uhm, sorry.
Cosette: Basically I won.
Eponine: … Fuck.

#7 - Bossuet, Joly & Musichetta.
Bossuet: Love you.
Joly: Love you too.
Musichetta: I love you too, guys.
Bossuet:
Joly:
Musichetta:
Bossuet: Okay, I think…
Joly: … That, uhm, actually no one is going to blush.
Musichetta: So the three of us win?
Bossuet: Yeah.
Joly: I like it.
Musichetta: Same here.

BONUS: Courfeyrac & Grantaire.
Courfeyrac: Man, I love you.
Grantaire: I know, dude, I love you too.
Courfeyrac: Yeah, but I do love you more.
Grantaire: Nah, buddy, that cannot be. You know, you have the prettiest eyes.
Courfeyrac: Well, and you really have a nice ass. That was what I was saying last night. I’d totally want that ass in my bed.
Grantaire: Man, shut up or I’ll end up kissing you.
Courfeyrac: Is this a challange?
Grantaire: Do not push me.
Courfeyrac: You know, I’d marry you.
Grantaire: Aww, really? What about skipping the wedding and go to the wedding night?
Courfeyrac: That’s a hell of idea. I love it.
Grantaire: So… You, me, bed, now.
Courfeyrac: Mine or yours?
Grantaire: What about Joly’s? So we make him mad.
Courfeyrac: Yeah. Show me what can you do.
Grantaire: Jesus Christ, how much I lov-…
Enjolras: OKAY WE GOT IT
Combeferre: THE TWO OF YOU ACTUALLY HAVE NO SHAME, NOW STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND
Enjolras: YEAH, STOP FLIRTING WITH MY BOYFRIEND
Grantaire:
Courfeyrac:
Combeferre:
Enjolras: I mean… Bestfriend. Grantaire, stop flirting with my bestfriend.
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Courfeyrac: I think we actually succeded. We made them blush without even flirting with them.
Grantaire: I love your plans. Really, dude, in a totally no-romantic way, I love you.
Courfeyrac: I know. Who doesn’t love me?

It would be very lovely if grandice trash was left out of the westallen tag. Like, not all of us are into irl shipping actors just because they play a romantic couple on television.

Also, some of us care about Candice Patton too and want better for her than a basic ass dude we’ll all pass on the street if he wasn’t on tv.
Ship what the hell you want. But i would personally love to peruse the westallen tag without hearing about what GG was up to with his girlfriend and how much many of you hate her or some shit. Not all of us care about his personal life. Stop projecting onto Candice too. 

anonymous asked:

Will we get to read about YF John's first successful blow job?

Oh, anon. You are the best enabler. Here, have 4000 words of johnkat porn.

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“Karkat.”

Hmmm. Convoluted? No. Maybe involved. Convoluted sounds better in this context, though, so you type c o n v-

“Karkaaaaaaaat-“ 

Hrk. No wait, convoluted sounds like you’re trying too hard, right? Yeah it does. Backspace, backspace, backspace, backspace.

“Karkat Karkat Karkatkarkatkarkatkarkatkar-MRPH!” he goes into your palm as he reels a little, arms flapping. He’s crouching next to your chair, being an absolute pest and you kind of want to throw him out of the goddamn window.

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