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Every Dan and Phil video in the London Apartment in order

I made a list of every single Dan and Phil video that they have uploaded since they first moved into their, (now old), London apartment. I have left out any YouTube Red videos but have included videos from all 6 channels, (danisnotonfire, AmazingPhil, danisnotinteresting, LessAmazingPhil, DanandPhilGAMES and DanandPhilCRAFTS).

If you think the order is wrong or any of the links are incorrect please let me know and I will try to correct it.

(I spent WAY too much time on this but oh well)

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Akira aka Chair-kun from Persona 5! ˭̡̞(◞⁎˃ᆺ˂)◞*✰

I couldn’t decide if I like the version with or without the stars better so here’s both. This was my very first try with the airbursh tool and I think I like it. Maybe I should try it out more often c:

victorianvampire  asked:

leggy eats ice cream for the first time and she says "WHOA!!!" and then she says "hey guys you gotta try this!" and the rubys swarm an ice cream stand and try to pay in dirt


anonymous asked:

Can I have headcanons for Sidon, Revali, and Link's reactions to an adventurer s/o that gets hurt a lot so they're used to badly bandaging themselves until they can get to a healer? (like returning from a rough battle with a broken wrist and being like "i'm used to it")


  • “To the healer we go then.”
    • Not even a hello, just a grab, a lift and a very quick walk over to the healer. Internally panicking but trying to keep his calm. Failing to do so completely and asking question after question of worry.
  • Wants to teach them how, but he only knows how to bandage up the wounds of others (Mipha taught him), so he just sticks to tending to their wounds after the healer lets him. 
  • Don’t make him worry! The first time he saw them he nearly hit the ground!


  • “Why are you like this?”
  • He’s all for bandaging oneself up- better than spilling their guts out, and hey, he had to learn how to too- but how are they that bad at it???
  • Takes them straight to the healer, and after that teaches them how to do it properly because, YIKES.


  • Honestly same
    • Eating food doesn’t heal your wounds Link it just fills your stomach you dunce!
  • Does try to help them learn how to better bandage themselves up so that they look less like a wandering mummy.
  • Both s/o and Link wind up getting scolded by Zelda for not taking more precautions and being so bad about bandaging themselves.

alyk-t  asked:

tell me about : crush!!!

my crush? well okay let me start off by saying he’s been my seatmate since the start of school year and the first quarter was so freaking hard bc i often times catch myself just looking at him bc his eyes are so pretty and so out of this world!!! but eventually i got used to it and now i just occasionally look at him (that’s an improvement tb hahaha!) and there’s this one time where he opened the car door for me and i was really surprised bc i honestly thought he was just trying to steal my seat haha (we were actually walking together with my gals and he fastened his walking pace and opened the door yike pls i died right there)!! and there was this one time where we talked under the night skies out of mere coincidence but it was rlly beautiful and he was really beautiful and i was super blesst to converse with him even if that was for like 5 mins of fragmented stories n stuff!! most of the time i can see thru his eyes that he’s deeply sad over something that he will never share to me. on other days, he’s just radiant and galactic and i like to call him the andromeda to my milky way bc he’s so freaking way out of my league and he likes another person! :-( he’s a lil problematic too!! and i think (i know itz bad to assume genders but trust me i have concrete evidences) he’s gay (this is a hypothesis that i have to confirm yet).

locke-writes  asked:

Def Nevada for the HC thing. I feel like some of those are vital yet odd info that we all need to know

Everyone’s picturing Nevada listening to his ipod and doodling in the corner of a dingy nightclub right now right…? Right? And everyone understands that I think big-bad Nevada Ramirez is actually a total geek who’s watched Goodfellas & The Outsiders a couple times too many times; right, RIGHT?!

(I was hoping to get more of these done but this was the first one and I ran out of time on the computer to do the rest, so I tried to finish this one out while on my phone, switching from the draft to messages, and chasing my son- hopefully this posts fine, sorry if it looks odd, I’ll try to get to the others as soon as I can- I was really, REALLY! excited about these and I really wish I could have done more while I was on the computer! I’ll get them done as soon as I can, thank you all for sending in great suggestions!)

Originally posted by vadasultenfuss

  • 2-4 songs that are probably on their iPod

- Caress Me Down by Sublime
- Baila Esta Cumbia by Selena (aka: El Reina, aka: his first love)
- Just A Friend by Biz Markie (He’s been known to SCREAM this at Niñita whenever it comes on the radio and she happens to be in the car.)
- María by Ricky Martin

  • the one place they sometimes end up falling asleep – where they’re not supposed to

Passenger seat. Things are always going, or needing done, or requiring a strong grip to handle- and luckily, he usually has a chauffeur to cater his need to get around. Between it all, though, with his temple pressed against the cool tinted window; he sometimes finds those so-rare moments of peace.

And, when Nevada is peaceful, he gets what sometimes doesn’t come so easy:


  • the game they’d destroy everyone else at

Playing games with Nevada isn’t for the weak of heart, because he happens to be overwhelmingly competitive (SURPRISE!). His nieces and nephews tried to play Uno with him once, but he was officially excused (and, further, banned) from the ‘kids table’ after spouting a couple choice phrases at a six year old upon having to ‘draw four’. 

He really likes card games, though, and has been known to have great luck at Poker, though likely that’s just from his ability to tell if someone’s “bullshittin’” or not.

  • the emoticon they’d use most often

The little Devil one, or the stack of cash with wings. He’s not huge into the emoticons, though, mostly because he gets distracted flipping through all the little pictures (don’t fuckin’ rush me, I’m sending a message, I gotta…. just give me a minute… shut the fuck up, I’m lookin for the damn bunny… you gotta problem, amigo…?)

  • what they act like when they haven’t had enough sleep

A brat. If Nevada is absolutely exhausted, he’ll likely go around grumping about menial issues (who the fuck leaves lights on everywhere, who’s payin’ the bill for this place, not you chicooo~) or trying to hide his mild bouts of confusion from when he doesn’t quite ‘connect the dots’ (I know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, the fuck’re you talkin’ ‘bout, don’t you worry ‘bout me).

  • their preferred hot beverage on really cold nights. or mornings. or whenever.

Coffee, black, every morning whether the sun’s warm or the chill is in the air.

Also, Caroline made him a ‘hot toddy’ once (”My momma makes ‘em, Nevada; bourbon, honey, an’ lemon”) when he wouldn’t stop coughing, and he loooooved it, has them often in the winter whether he’s sick or not.

  • how they like to comfort/care for themselves when they’re in a slump

Seclusion. When it all becomes too much or he gets too sad, he retreats and hides, in that apartment nobody knows he has. He watches old movies and refuses to answer his phone, drinks too much whiskey and takes his time recovering the next day, lots of downer drugs to chill him out and let him rest.

Not hearing from Nevada for a bit isn’t much of an oddity, but it still worries his madre, so he’ll usually break the silent treatment to give her a call.

  • what they wanted to be when they grew up

He swore he was going to be a police officer, protect his city, take the boogeymen off the street so his sisters could play in the yards and not worry about a thing. That went a little haywire after his first drug arrest, though, (”There are nino’s shootin’ cops like you an’ you’re mad I got some grass?”) and he decided the best way to make the system work for him was to work it from the inside. Nevada’s never turned back since, but still holds a high regard for (most) men of the law.

  • their favorite kind of weather

Hot, hot, hot. Nevada likes the sun out, the skirts short, the kids running around in the broken fire hydrant’s water spout.

  • thoughts on their singing voice (decent? terrible? soprano? alto?)

Though he’s no Ricky Martin (a statement he’d argue after some tequila on karaoke night), he isn’t an awful singer… in his defense, though, he’s not exactly trying to get a record deal, usually just mumbling along to a familiar tune.

There was one time, though, he hadn’t known he had left the phone after being handed a fussy niece. A couple simple lines of a lullaby had her calmed, though, and now his men tease him about having ‘the voice of an angel’ whenever they think they can get away with it (not often).

  • how/what they like to draw or doodle

Though he’s not quite the artist; he sometimes mindlessly draws little stick men climbing up the side of a notebook page when he’s trying to do mental math, or will doodle out giant cursive letters of a name or a song stuck in his head.

Also, remember those crazy S things you can draw by making 6 lines and connecting the dots? He does. And there’s lots of them all over his notes.

cryingaboutrobots  asked:

I actually know something about how cheese was first made (probably)! Animal stomachs were often used for liquid storage in ancient times, since they're water proof and worked fairly well. However, if not completely cleaned out, they have a lot of... stuff left inside them, some of which is rennet, an enzyme complex that we use to curdle milk to make cheese. Early humans probably stored milk inside a stomach pouch and left it a bit too long and voila!~ Cheese!


well, that’s one mystery down! And i can see how somone would get desperate enough to try the spoiled milk at the bottom of the stomach-bag… but how did we get around to actively culturing cheese and various types?  I’m sure someone’s written books on the subject. Recc’s anyone?

anonymous asked:

if you think the 2005 pride and prejudice hand flex is Everything™ just wait until you hear about the 1995 bbc miniseries pride and prejudice "darcy walks out of a lake dripping wet in the 1800's equivalent of briefs and has an incredibly awkward conversation with the woman who just rejected his marriage proposal but that he's still in love with stunt and she has to try Very Hard to not ogle" stunt


20 - D.H.

pairing: dan x reader (female)

summary: an imagine about dan and the reader meeting and falling in love

warnings: fluff, omg so fluffy

word count: 2450

requested: no

a/n: so i think this is my favourite thing i’ve ever written- i wanted to try out a different kind of writing that i’ve been seeing a lot recently and i really enjoy and it turned out as this and i’m so happy with it. i do want to apologize for this in particular being a female specific reader as i usually try my best to make things gender neutral except on a few other occasions. anyways please enjoy and let me know what you think of this kind of writing, feedback is greatly appreciated!! ps, this is sorta an au i guess where dan isn’t doing the whole youtube thing & is in uni studying law


[Y/N] is 20 years old the first time she sees him.

She’s sat in her usual spot, the back corner, of her favourite cafe in Manchester, head buried in a textbook; the jingling of the bell on the door catching her attention.

He walks through the door, ducking his head slightly as though he might hit the door frame if he hadn’t. He’s tall, there’s no doubt in her mind that the young man is well over 6 feet, and definitely right to worry about hitting his head off the low frame of the door in the shop.

She watches him walk to the counter, shoulders slightly hunched, as if he didn’t want to be noticed, though you couldn’t really miss him once he was inside. [Y/N] watches as he makes his way into the line, eyes flitting around the cafe, taking in as much as he can.

He stood out in the small but cozy shop. Not in a bad way, in a way that made [Y/N] curious, yearning to know as much as she could about the handsome stranger now stepping up to order.

He splays the fingers of his right hand on the edge of the counter top as he orders his drink, the tips paling slightly with the pressure of his weight on them.

[Y/N] watches as he reaches into his back pocket, retrieving his wallet and pulling out a few coins and giving them to the cashier, having removed his hand from the counter. Then accepting his change with a smile, slipping the coins back into his wallet and making his way to the end of the counter to wait for his drink.

He crosses his arms over his chest, looking uncomfortable again, one leg crossed over the other as he leans against the wall, standing out of the way of the other people waiting for their drinks.

He pays close attention as his drink is made, carefully watching as the barista places a lid on top and calls his name.


[Y/N] is finally able to put a name to the man, observing as he reaches for it, giving the barista a small smile and nod as thank you before exiting once again, the door jingling behind him as she watches him leave.


Dan is 21 years old the first time he speaks to her.

He’d noticed her the first time he visited the small cafe just down the street from where he was attending uni, 2 weeks earlier, as she sat in the corner with a textbook in front of her.

He’d seen her looking his direction once or twice that day, and every time he’d visited the shop since then as well.

He didn’t really know why he kept returning to the cafe every evening, he was mainly attempting to get away from his dorm; the suffocating pressure of studying law beginning to wear on him.

He hadn’t seen her on campus before, but assumed she must have been attending the University of Manchester for her to be here, so close to the school.

He glances at her for what felt like the millionth time as he waits in line to order. He’d picked up a few things about her over the last few weeks in his glances, and he was dying to know more; curious about the girl who spent every evening in the small shop.

The first thing he picked up on was that she was left handed, like himself, a trait which was intriguing to him as he’d always seen his left handedness as abnormal and irregular; it was nice to see the pretty girl in the back corner might also be a little unusual.

He had also noticed that she fixed her hair a lot, tying and untying it over and over as she worked, transitioning from a ponytail, to a messy bun, to just falling over her back each time he looked. It was endearing to him, the way she was constantly messing with it, likely out of habit, not out of wanting it to look good, although she did.

He’d figured out her name the week before too, coincidentally, or not so coincidentally, deciding he wanted a cookie to go with his coffee at the same time that she’d ordered a drink. He’d listened intently when they called her name, watching as she walked to the counter to retrieve the drink, clearly amicable with the employees after spending so much time there. He wondered how long he’d been oblivious to the pretty girl with [y/h/c] hair and sparkling [y/e/c] eyes.

For the last 2 evenings in a row, Dan had been trying to work up the courage to talk to her, [Y/N], as he’d learned her name was.

He was determined to talk to the girl he’d spent so much time thinking about. After buying a coffee, he sat down at a table next to hers, noticing that she was reading from a law textbook which he recognized; one he’d used in his 2nd year of uni. She looked like she was struggling, so he leaned over, hoping he could help her out.

“Umm, I’m really sorry to bug you, but you look confused, and err, I used that book in my 2nd year of uni, so I thought I might be able to help… If you wanted.”

She looks up at him, eyes widening as she wasn’t expecting him to speak to her, “Uhh, actually, that’d be really great,” she answers with a slight blush on her cheeks.

He switches tables, sitting down in front of her and holding out a hand, “I’m Dan.”

“[Y/N]. It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too.”


[Y/N] is 21 when Dan asks her on their first date.

He’d first talked to her 7 months earlier, asking her if she needed help with what she was learning in one of her law classes. She’d accepted, grateful to have someone who might be able to help her understand, and also extremely excited that the young man she’d been so curious about had finally spoken to her. She’d felt overwhelmed and in over her head in her law for a while before then, but just a few short tutoring sessions with Dan later and she was right back on track.

From that first discussion, they had become quick friends, having a lot of similar interests and opinions.

Study sessions had turned into hangouts and now, hangouts into dates. [Y/N] had been waiting, almost since the day she’d first seen him, for Dan to ask her out, and finally, after 7 months of flirting and getting to know each other, he had.

Nervously, she got ready, comforted by the fact that they would be going to their regular cafe, the spot having become the regular meeting place for them. It was comfortable, familiar, and it only made sense for their first real date to occur in the one place that had brought them together.

[Y/N] arrived 10 minutes early, finding Dan already there. The date felt familiar yet also unfamiliar, it embodied the line they’d officially crossed, their relationship was no longer platonic but somehow fit better now than ever before, made more sense.

It sounded crazy, that Dan could already mean so much to her in such a short amount of time, but sometimes people are meant to find themselves in places and situations they aren’t exactly expecting. And [Y/N] definitely wasn’t expecting to find Dan, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t grateful for it.

They talked for hours, only stopping when the shop owners mentioned they were closing up and they left, apologizing profusely for staying after close; not that the owners minded, in some weird way they’d always kind of hoped the two would get together.

Dan holds her hand as he walks her back to her dorm and she swears her heart is skipping beats. She feels like a child, giddy and high on life, or more accurately, high on Dan and the feelings he gave her.

“I don’t want this night to end,” he mumbles as they finally reach her building.

She smiles, cheeks turning slightly red as she turns to face the older boy, “Me neither, but I have class tomorrow morning at 8:00 so I’d better get some rest.”

She made no moves to leave, still standing and staring up at him as he did the same, the two of them just taking one another in. [Y/N] makes the first step, sighing as she leans in and presses a kiss to his cheek before whispering goodnight.

It’s Dan’s turn to blush as he does the same, bidding her a goodnight before watching her walk inside her building and waving at him one last time before entering.

She smiles widely to herself, thinking that if nights like that continued, she would definitely fall in love with Dan.


Dan is exactly 22 years old when he asks her to be his girlfriend.

He’d done it on the week of his birthday, the day of actually. It was midnight and [Y/N] had arrived at his apartment with cupcakes, a few balloons, a small gift and a smile, cheeks flushed in excitement.

“It’s a tradition in my family! The birthday person gets wished a happy birthday at midnight on their birthday, of course it’s necessary,” [Y/N] had argued when he’d told her she should be sleeping, preparing herself for the 7:30 summer class he knew she had in the morning.

He shakes his head but lets the smile form on his face anyway, pulling her into a hug and pressing a light kiss to her lips, “Thank you, love.”

Her cheeks turn red as he does, the two of them still learning one another romantically. It had been awkward, and uncoordinated, and jumbled, like young love should be. It had been imperfectly perfect, exactly like the two of them in so many ways.

He unwraps the box she’d brought with her, the title of a book he’d been talking about wanting to read staring back at him.

If there was one thing [Y/N] was it was a listener, always paying attention to what Dan was saying and remembering it for later. She showed her affection and appreciation for him in actions, while he showed his in words.

They were starting to get used to that and somehow it worked, somehow they worked, in an inexplicable way, the awkwardness had molded into something that made sense. [Y/N] with her actions and Dan with his words, differences blurring as bonds were formed and relationships built.

Neither of them are really expecting him to say it when he does, they’re sat enjoying cupcakes, room silent, the words falling from his lips as soon as he has the thought because there’s no way he can wait any longer to ask,  “D’you want to be my girlfriend?” 

She blushes for the third time that night, nodding her head as she stutters out an answer, “Yes.”

The answers are quiet and stumbled but it’s Dan and it’s [Y/N] and it’s them.

And it’s not 10 minutes later but he’s pulling her into his chest as they cuddle and fall asleep on his couch, and [Y/N] may have missed her class but doesn’t really mind because she’s spending the time with her soulmate; even if she doesn’t know that yet.


[Y/N] is 27 years old when Dan proposes.

He did it on their 6 year anniversary, and it’s so cliche and predictable but she secretly loves it. And he may have almost fallen over getting on his knee but maybe they can leave that part out of the story when they tell other people.

And then they’re planning between Dan’s court appearances as [Y/N] nears the end of teaching for the year.

She’s happy, and can’t really believe that she’d met Dan in a small cafe in Manchester. Not quite sure how she had ended up with the boy she’d watched curiously for so long.

His wedding vows make her cry at the altar, and it messes up her makeup a little bit but she doesn’t care, focused only on Dan and his words and how much she loves the man standing in front of her.

His vows start with 3 words and end with the same 3 and they’re muttered all day and during photos and while talking to guests, and then it’s time for the one who mainly speaks in actions to talk.

[Y/N]’s wedding speech starts with 11 words, “I was 20 years old the first time I saw Dan.”

People are hanging on to her every word and her hands are shaking slightly and she holds onto Dan’s left hand tightly with hers, their new rings hitting against each other as they do.

And [Y/N] tells a quick story about a boy and girl who fell in love over coffee and had their first date in the same place they always went, who were shy and quiet around one another for the first 2 months of their relationship, who’s anniversary is on the same day as the boy’s birthday because he couldn’t hold back from asking her in that moment. She tells the story of a couple who shower at opposite times of day, and still go to that same cafe every once in a while. One where the girl doesn’t really say much but puts all of her love and affection into actions, while the boy does the opposite, throwing all of his fondness and adoration into his words. She explains how they work, in some twisted, jumbled bit of fate, they’re perfect for each other.

[Y/N]’s wedding speech started with 11 words but it’ll finish with 25, “I was 20 years old the first time I saw Dan and somehow I still feel the same way around him as I did then.”

And then those 3 words are muttered again and people are clapping as Dan presses a kiss to her lips. And it’s hours later when the party is over and they’re laying in bed preparing to leave for their honeymoon the next morning and he whispers to her, “Did you really mean that earlier?”

“Mean what?”

“That you still feel the same way around me as you did at 20.”

She nods, cheeks red, still flustered and giddy around him even after 7 years.

“I love you, [Y/N], so much.”

“I love you too.”

And more kisses are shared before they’re drifting off to sleep and preparing for their honeymoon, and all they can think is that their 20 year old selves would never have believed they could be so happy and so in love.


Hello! So I made this for a lovely anon that asked for Ohmtoonz. I’m not exactly sure if you had a prompt you particularly wanted me to do, so… sorry if you don’t like it? I tried, it was the first time I’ve written for this pairing.

The prompt that I used that wasn’t asked for; “someone walks by your table and drops a folded napkin in front of you, trying to be discreet. It is a note saying ‘Get out now. While you still can.’ ”

Amount of words: 1,289

Warnings! - violence, cursing (but not much). I’m sure there’s other things but I don’t know..


Third person POV:

The restaurant was buzzing with energy, people talking; eating; rushing around. It was perfect, no one would see it coming. No one would notice the slight change, at least not until it was too late.

Ohm’s POV:

It was noon, meaning it was everyone’s lunch break, as I walked up to the doors of a new restaurant that had just opened days ago. According to plenty of people it was an amazing place to get a bite to eat, so I decided to go.

Walking through the doors I felt couldn’t help but feel that something was wrong, that I should leave now, but I pushed those thoughts away as a waitress walked up to me. “Hello, sir! How are you today? How many?” the girl said with a smile.

I smiled back while saying “Good, thanks. Table for one”

“Right this way” said the woman as she turned on her heel after grabbing a menu.

She was a few paces ahead of me, leading me to an empty table, when something caught my attention. Well more like someone. A man with a scar over his right eye who was wearing a red hoodie met my wandering gaze. The previous smile on his face dropped as he looked at me, but I ignored it and that foreboding feeling again.

“Here you are sir” the waitress’s voice rang out “what would you like to drink?”

“A cup of coffee please” I respond as I take a seat.

The woman nods, writing it down, “it’ll be right up”

I watch as the waitress walks away toward the kitchen area, before looking down at the menu. Taking in the different options, not really understanding everyone else’s excitement about this place. It seems like just another normal restaurant.

The waitress comes back shorty after, dropping off my coffee before having to rush off to help a different customer. I don’t really mind, gives me more time to think over my order.

As I continue to browse through the menu options I catch a glance of a red hoodie walk passed my table. I look up just in time to see a napkin fall in front of me. Noticing a bit of ink on it I pick it up to read it. ‘Get out now, while you still can’ it reads. That foreboding feeling coming back stronger than ever as I glance around at the people near me. Not seeing the hooded figure anywhere. Fear courses through my veins the longer I just sit there, so I do the one thing my mind is screaming at me to do. I get up and walk towards the counter, quickly paying for the coffee I got and rush out of the building.

Walking quickly I cross the street, not noticing I’m still clutching onto the napkin, and just as I get a safe distance away there was a 'boom!’ The road shook and I ducked as people screamed running for safety. Looking back I see the building I was just in cover in flames, glass windows shattered, part of the roof crumbling. Fear nearly overwhelms me as someone suddenly grabs me, pulling me away from the scene. In my shock I don’t protest, letting the person lead me down several different roads until finally pulling me into an empty alleyway.

My brain seemed to catch back up at that moment and I ripped my hand from the person’s, man’s, grasp. Looking directly at him, I take notice of the same red hoodie and scarred face. I freeze as I realize that he was there too, he was the one that warned me.

“Well took you long enough” the man said smirking leaning against a wall, bringing his arms across his chest.

“Who- how- why-” I say unable to comprehend all of this.

His smirk just gets wider “Cartoonz, at your service!” he said while pushing himself off of the wall and giving a slight bow.

My breathing stops for a moment, as I recognize the name, the criminal that has been bombing seemingly random places. I shift slightly, feeling the urge to turn and run, but Cartoonz was faster. Suddenly I was pressed up against the wall beside me, my arms above my head, unable to get away.

“Sorry, bunny. Can’t let you run off now that you’ve seen my face” Cartoonz says with an almost insane smile

Trying to stomp out the fear I feel I ask “bunny?” my voice coming out more steady than I thought it could in this type of situation.

Cartoonz eye seemed to light up “yeah! You’re a bunny! Look at you, you’re cute and small and fragile! Also quick to run from danger”

I swallow nervously as he moves his faces closer to mine, nearly stopping breathing as he gets too close. Which seems to be the reaction he wanted as a smile made its way onto his face instead of his previous smirk.

“Aw.. is the little bunny nervous? Flustered? Am I getting a little too close for comfort, my little bunny?” Cartoonz asks teasingly, pressing himself closer to my body.

Panic races through me and I try to think of a way out of this, but nothing comes to mind. After not responding for awhile, still trapped in this damn position, he pulls away slightly. I nearly give a sigh of relief, but any relief I felt was crushed as he spoke again.

“Well, bunny, what should I do with you? I can’t let you go, you’ll just go run to the cops. And that’s not allowed”

“I wouldn’t.” I try to say, hoping I would get out of this encounter alive and well.

All I get in response is Cartoonz humming to himself, like he’s thinking about it. “Nah, too risky. But I don’t want to kill you. After all why give you that note if I was just going to kill you later? No..” an insane look shines in his eye “you’re going to come with me”

I could feel the fear and panic radiating from myself, “no..” I helplessly say tears coming to my eyes as I panic more, for the first time I try to struggle out of his hold.

His grip on my hands just gets tighter, a frown making it’s way onto his face before changing to pure anger. Raising the one arm, that wasn’t holding onto me, he brings it back before punching me. I could hear a bone break and my cry of pain, blood flowing from my now broken nose. Something changed again in Cartoonz as he suddenly dropped my arms and pulled me close to him. I was shaking, fearing that if I tried to get away I would just get hurt again. So I just stayed there as he rubbed circles on my back and blood stained his already red hoodie. After awhile he pulled me away from him, taking my face into his hand and turned it so he could see the damage. Tears fell from my eyes as I stared anywhere but at him, my breathing shallow. I didn’t look at him directly until he jerked my face towards him, almost like a warning. Meeting his gaze I flinch back and the anger in his eye, closing my eyes waiting for something to happen. But all I’m met with is a small sigh, peaking one eye open I look at Cartoonz again. Black dots dancing across my vision as I tried to focus on his face, I could feel myself getting light headed. Obviously the panic and blood loss starting to affect me. The last thing I see is a slight expression of concern on Cartoonz face as I lose consciousness.

So I hit the third palace in P5 today, and I had some thoughts. The first of which after seeing Ryuji in casual summer clothing was “I’m so fucking gay.” Also, they’re gonna have stereotype gay men drag the poor boy off somewhere int he red light district, and you’re telling me the thought of a gay romance option never crossed Altus’ mind during development? It’s also played off as a joke by the protag, “haha, Ryuji got hit on by gay men. go show them your manliness.” I’m also really suprised I haven’t seen any fanart in the pegoryu tag of the protag getting flustered when Ryuji stands up in the bathhouse. Like he literally got a close-up of Ryuji dick. 

I started the social link with the teacher too. It was awkward, especially since she kept up with the kawaii maid talk at first.  But honestly, I’ll probably try and max out that social link, since it gets me more free time during school. It says I can slack off during her class, and I assume that means I get to read a book or something instead. Which is great because most of my social stats are really weak. 

And if this game is really gonna force me to be straight, I’m thinking Makoto might be the one I romance. Cus holy shit she rides a motorcycle. 

anonymous asked:

Ok so like for me all the Book 4 stuff and Zutara and Aaron Ehasz plans for me and all the messed up stuff Bryke did to the show it's all believable b/c so many people dug up the information like yourself and others and put it out there for it to make sense and everything, I'm just curious when you first found out about the info were you skeptical at first? Like was it too good to be true for you did you have a hard time believing it? I didn't b/c so many ppl were saying the same thing but wby?

Yeah, I was skeptical, but I am open-minded and try to never dismiss things out of hand. It sounded too good to be true and that’s actually what made it convincing. It didn’t sound like a bunch of random stuff someone made up. Things like Aang developing an inner darkness and finding more airbenders in the Fire Nation. And it sure made sense of things. Like Maiko. I never imagined that the show would have been capable of something like that before Book 3. It was just so bad. Zutara didn’t surprise me much, because the cave scene always seemed really random and pointless. They communicated so well, but nothing like that ever appeared in the show again. Okay?

And of course the guru and letting Katata go. When I first read the Book 4 info, this was before I was planning to rewatch the series for the first time in like 8 years. I had actually completely forgotten about the chakra stuff, and Aang letting Katara go because all of that was thrown aside in Book 3.

And the part where Aang hit his back on the rock I had totally forgotten about. But I always felt like there was something very, very wrong with the story after Book 2. Always. It just never felt like that was how it was “supposed” to go. So it was hard for me to dismiss the info that said the movie deal was made right around the time I noticed a sharp drop in the show’s quality. I had a pretty easy time believing it.

Insomnia is fun.  Someone, anyone, take my OCs away from me.  I don’t deserve them.  First time in a long while where something doesn’t come out as stick people and what do I make a beeline to?  I swear I was trying to draw sunshine rainbows but only THE SUFFERING AND TRAUMA spilled forth.  OTL  On the bright side, hey, it’s Rai in a ponytail.  Cuz.  nobody could get close to him with a pair of scissors for a good long while.    To grizzled Surgeon-san, Rai’s still just a kid, btw, which he really still is at this phase in his life.  Just a stupid kid who made stupid decisions.  Stupid but brave.  But still stupid.  You stupid, stupid kid.   I lie.  You did something a little wrong with all the right intentions, but you didn’t deserve me.  Someone send me back to Overwatch where I can lament at other people’s character’s sob stories.

Also, uhh, foul language warning?  I guess.  I’ve conveniently subbed in Surgeon-san’s name with “the surgeon” everywhere.  This is considerably a little spoilery.  I wonder a little bit where and how I’d fit this sidestory into the main story though.  A day of firsts, I guess, is how I’d describe this scene.

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I did the same thing I do every time I try to paint my nails, which is start out the first few fingers okay, make a huge mess on the rest, try to fix it with nail polish remover, and end up giving up and wiping it all off. So all I accomplished is that the nails on my left hand are stained blue around the edges and my throat hurts from the smell of the polish remover. <:/ 

EH 28.4 - Sneak Peek

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Galaren DuMarc - Somewhere under the Emprise du Lion

The Deep Roads were different from what Galaren expected them to look like. Growing up, he’d thought they were warrens of darkspawn, stuffed full of ghouls and worse until the blighted bastards spilled out above ground. Then ten years ago he had seem them first hand. Spilling out of cellars and wiping entire towns from the map. He’d had nightmares about being dragged down to the Deep Roads for years.

Now here he was, following behind a massive Grey Warden –the last Grey warden in all Orlais– and trying not to jump at the slightest sound. Every skitter of rock was a hurlock behind him, every shadow an Emissary.

“So,” he said, readjusting his grip on the plasma rifle for the umpteenth time. “You, uh, you know where we’re going, right Warden?” So far the tunnels just looked like tunnels. Every now and then Gal caught a glimpse of a giant spider scuttling away from the light of their headlamps. “The Deep Roads are a lot quieter than I thought they’d be.”

Carver looked over his shoulder, then chuckled.

“These aren’t the Deep Roads, they’re just ruins of dwarven mines,” he said.

“What do you mean ‘these aren’t the Deep Roads’?” Fiowyn asked. “They’re… deep. And road-y. And smell like bad things.” Walking between the two men, she barely reached Gal’s shoulder, and Carver positively dwarfed both of them. At least Fiowyn wasn’t having to hunch over every few steps to avoid cracking her helmet on the rocky ceiling.

“For one thing, the Deep Roads are a lot taller. The roads are tall enough for ogres to stand on each other’s shoulders, and the caverns even taller than that,” Carver said without bothering to hide the grim amusement in his voice. Fiowyn scrambled closer to the Warden, grabbing hold of his belt and looking around them warily. The Bastard was scaring them on purpose, Galaren realised, narrowing his eyes. Getting the elf to hold on to him like that, smooth. He’d have to remember that trick, though most of the inquisition women he’d met so far would be more likely to charge towards the darkspawn than away from them. Where had the Inquisition found so many awe-inspiring yet borderline death seeking soldiers?

And how many were single?

Give me a story where one of Bruce’s children has a kid (it doesn’t matter who, but Jason would be so sweet as a father) and Bruce is blown away by the fact that he is a grandfather. Where he’s standing there holding this tiny baby in his arms and he’s completely lost for words. He’s never been good with words, but now he can’t even begin to form them.

Because this is something he never expected. Not in a million years did he imagine himself as a grandfather. He had seen his life going down a very specific path when he was young. A very specific, very lonely path. Long term attachments had been outlawed to him by his choice of lifestyle, and children were even more out of the question.

He’d always known what the cape and cowl meant: an end to the Wayne family line. He had no siblings, and no close relatives. No one to continue the historical name, and he’d been ok with it. Or at least he thought he had. So when Dick, then Jason, Cass, Tim, and Damian had come they’d each been a surprise. A happy surprise, a surprise that was to Bruce always fleeting. Especially when he lost them, especially when he got them back. 

So no, he hadn’t expected a grandchild. Not when everyone of his own kids had followed his footsteps. They’d all done it in their own unique way, but Bruce still saw what they did as a road with one outcome. That outcome was never settling down, never finding ‘the one’, and never starting their own family.

Yet. Here he stood, holding, not just the next generation, but the third generation of the Wayne name after his parents. Bright and bubbly, in his arms there was life, and with life hope for the future. Not just the future of his family, but the future in general. Because if a man like him could be so lucky to have made it to becoming a grandfather, then the world was better than he’d thought it was.


did some facial ref practice with the vento aureo gang also @ davidpro part 5 when????