why aren't i u

anonymous asked:

Don't mind Hanamaki-chan, no one really care you don't have a horse dick nor you were big in the begin with. And even if you don't beat Iwaizumi and Matsukawa at it, you actually don't need it since they can't beat you at bottoming.

-”The best!”
=“Mattsun, for once in your life.. shut up.”

Even if they’re shameless, I am certain there are SOME things Makki is not comfortable talking about… :D 

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I’m the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts.
You could say I got a lot to live up to.

Truth or Dare (SnowBaz)

Here it is. In response to this post I have searched deep through my Wattpad fanfictions to find the first one that I have ever made. I regret ever making that post as I cringe reading through this fanfic as I post it onto tumblr. So, in my exact words, here is my first fanfic:


This is an  idea I came up with the other day. It’s fanfiction for the book, Carry On, when Simon and Baz were still at Watford. I have never written fanfiction before, so let me know what you think of it!

Characters belong to Rainbow Rowell. These are not my original characters.

Simon’s POV

“Truth or Dare?” I ask to Penelope. We are sitting on the grassy lawn of Watford School of Magicks, playing a friendly game of truth or dare. It’s just me and Penny. Agatha was here, but soon decided to leave after an embarrassing question came up. Penny is ruthless.

“Um, Dare.”

“I dare you to… skip all of your classes for a day,” I say. I know it’s a stupid dare, but Penny is really into her studies. For her, that’s like saying she can’t eat for a week. She lives and breathes everything school related.

“What!! NO!! MY MOM WOULD KILL ME!!”

“It’s just one day. It’s not like you would miss that much.

“But, it’s a whole day!”

“Whatever. My turn.”

“Fine. Truth or Dare?”

“Dare!” I sit impatiently, waiting for her to bring her wrath down on me for the last dare.

“I dare you…”

“Yes?”

“To…”

“Spit it out, women.” She starts to giggle. It must be bad. Penny never giggles.

“I dare you to go into your room…”

“And?”

“And…”

“My god, you’re driving me crazy!”

“I dare you to go into your room and kiss Baz.”

“I–what?”

“You heard me. Go into your room and kiss Basilton Grimm-Pitch.”

“You have got to be kidding me. No.”

“Then, I won’t do your dare.”

“I–but–um–fine! I’m going!” I say, storming off. Penelope smirks behind me. Ugh, this is going to be horrible. And interesting. I try to figure out how I’m going to do this. It’s not like I can barge in and just randomly kiss him out of the blue. I can’t believe I agreed to this. What will Baz think? I decide it’s better not to think about the after effects and focus on how I’m going to get there. By the time I get to the door, I have a vague idea, but not much I can move off of. Darn it Penny! Why do you have to come up with such good dares? I should have left with Agatha. Here goes nothing…

I walk in, trying to act as normal as possible. Baz is sitting at the desk, studying for our next exam. Typical. I close the door, but “accidentally” slam it. Baz jumps.

“Jesus Snow! Close the door like a normal person!”

“Sorry, I just–um…” WHAT DO I DO NOW!! Stupid Penny, this is more complicated than you think.

“Spit it out Snow!”

“I–well–um–” He stands up. His midnight black hair is perfectly smooth back and his school uniform is perfectly pressed and fits him in all the right ways. I collapsed onto my bed and he fixes his stormy grey eyes on me and his mouth twisting into a sneer.

“It’s just–I–um–”

“Use your words, Snow!” He is close enough that I can feel his hot breath on my face. This is going better than I could’ve hoped. I start to lean in. I see his eyes start to flutter closed. Wow, I am so close. Take that, Penny!

Baz’s POV

I was staring at words for hours. I didn’t know what else to do. There is literally nothing I could do other than study today. Then, Snow barges in our room like a crazy person, but I can tell it was with purpose. He’s planning something. What could he be planning. I can see uncertainty is is crystal clear blue eyes, but also something… I don’t know, a little mischievous. What is he planning? What is he going to do. I can tell it’s directed at me. There is no other explanation. Now I know what he feels all of the time. He’s plotting something, but what?

His eyes have me transfixed. They always have. Ever since I met him. I creep closer to him. I find his gaze fixing on my eyes as he tries to muster the words to create an actual sentence. His eyes drift to my lips. Oh, god. Please tell my fantasies aren’t becoming true? I feel like I’m blushing, yet I know that it’s probably very faint because of the whole vampire thing. But, I still start to feel self-conscious. He leans forward a little and I stay there uncertainly, my eyelids starting to droop as I give in. I feel a tug at my neck and notice that he is tugging on my green and purple school tie. Before I can even register anything, his lips are on mine and we are locked in a fierce kiss.

I’m kissing Simon Snow. Simon freakin’ Snow.

I can’t say how many times I’ve imagined this, but it’s even better than I could ever imagine. We click together like magnets and fit together smoothly. I passionately press against him and pull him towards me, not wanting this to end. I grip the back of his shirt tightly, wanting to make sure this is real. Wanting to make sure this is acutally happening. I’ve dreamed about this so long. How do I know it’s not a dream.

I’m kissing Simon Snow.

Simon’s POV

I don’t know how it happened, but soon we are both on my bed. Baz keeps going at me, pressing harder, kissing fiercer. He has a tight grip on the back of my shirt, as if he’s afraid to let go. I no longer seem to have control of the situation. It was just supposed to be a short, tiny kiss, but it seems it has turned into more that that, and I’m not sure what I feel. It’s nothing like when I kissed Agatha.

Of course it isn’t. Agatha is a girl. Your kissing a boy. And not just any boy.

I’m kissing Baz.

There’s so much passion in Baz, I’m afraid to break away and tell him it was just a dare. How could something so simple turn into something so… what’s the word… extraordinary. I feel a burning sensation starting at my lips and warming up my whole body. My magic even seems to be on edge and is tempted to leak out of me like a water fountain.

But, I’m kissing Baz? This isn’t Agatha. This feels…

I push him away. He stands there, looking bewildered. I’m scared for what’s going to happen next. Should I say it?

“You–” he says, breathing heavily. I worry that he’s going to yell at me, then I remember that it was supposed to be sort of a joke anyway. Just a joke. It’s not more than that… Is it?

“Don’t know how long–” he continues breathlessly, smiling stupidly, “I have been waiting to do that.” I feel my eyes start to widen. Oh, god! I really screwed up this time, didn’t I? Stupid Penelope! Now I have to tell him it was a dare and hurt his– or do I? I don’t know how to explain this, but that felt so right. But, it’s Baz. How can I–why?

“Um–well–I–um–it–” Come on, Simon. Say something. You can’t just leave him hanging there.

“I didn’t realize I wanted to too…” I say. It is, technically speaking, the truth.

“I–um– I should go,” I say, bursting out into the hallway. I start to breath heavily. I think I’m hyperventilating. Are those black dots starting to cloud my vision? What is happening to me? The world starts to melt to black. Before darkness consumes me, all I can think is, I kissed Baz… And I liked it.

Baz’s POV

What in freak just happened? Did I–did we just–? I can’t do this. This is all so confusing! I go back and sit on my bed, head in my hands. Was he just saying that? Surely not, surely he saw the fireworks they always talk about. But what if he didn’t. That’s my biggest fear. What if I made a fool out of myself? I don’t know what to do anymore. I stare at my hands when I hear a thump at the door. What could that be?

I open it to see an unconscious person on the floor with blonde hair that I definitely recognized. Snow. If what happened didn’t just happen, I’m pretty sure I would have laughed in his face. The Great Chosen One, fainting. But, I don’t think it will help the situation if I leave him there. I drag him onto his bed and leave him there because I have no idea what to do. What should I do?

Simon’s POV

When I wake up, I can immediately tell it’s morning. Baz has already left for breakfast. Was it all a dream? It doesn’t feel like it, but surely it was a dream, right? That can’t happen in real life.

Baz’s lips on mine. The absolute rightness of the situation.

It had to be a dream.

I walk to breakfast. I sit at my normal spot with Penelope and Agatha. I sneak a glance at Baz, but he seems to look anywhere but at me. It was a dream. It had to be. I turn my attention to my breakfast. As I dig into the school’s delicious scones, I hear Penelope whisper ever so softly into my ear.

“So… did you do it?” she asks. It was real. I did do it, but knowing Penny, she probably wants details. And I am not prepared to tell her that it was the greatest and most thrilling experience I have ever had.

“No,” I whisper back. It was real.

I kissed Baz, and I loved it.


Are y’all happy now? XD *crawls in a corner and cries*

i just realized that his jacket is essentially a crop top

redrew something from a year ago- slightly more casually, slightly less,,, extra


original under the cut~

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

If ur from the Philippines why aren't u Philipino; not Filipino?? I'm sorry, I know you don't know, but why use f and ph??

thts how we spell stuff here :0
ph becoms f
c becomes k
tion becomes syon etc etc
plus filipino looks way better than philipino

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Hispanics I love [2/?] » Raúl Esparza

I do not regret being who I am, being as open as I’ve been. And I am proud of myself for not apologizing for it. I don’t fit into any of the boxes that so many petty-minded little motherfuckers love to put me in, and I don’t really care.”

boossuet-deactivated20151101  asked:

i may need a little more convincing ..... hmmmmmm... (do u have any fic recs? *is trash*)

u have come to the right courferre dumpster my friend

With All The Pretty People - this is my fave honestly, i reread it constantly. it reads like a fairy tale and is adorable and skdfjndsjgn

Under Your Skin - au where ferre is a tattoo artist and courf gets his first ink

In Your Hands - in which courf has a thing for ferre’s hands. pretty much porn without plot haha.

Heaven in a Wildflower - FLOWER SHOP AU

The Shortest Distance Between Two People - HONESTLY SO CUTE lmao these nerds start laughing during sex bc they’re adorable

As Fate Would Have It - food blog au

Love Goes Towards Love, As Schoolboys From Their Books - the best damn hogwarts au u will ever read, trust me on this. it’s almost complete, i think there’s like one or two chapters to go? the main pairing is exr but there’s a lot of courferre in there too, and just. read it. please.

I Know How to Love Only When You’re Holding Me- ace!courf!! and weddings!!! a really cute one <3

also i may have written a couple courferre drabbles myself over at my main blog. >.>

ENJOY (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*:・゚✧

Ehhhh

I keep seeing all of these posts about people being disgusted/offended by pennywise fuckers / clown fuckers and I’m stumped. Where were all of you when people were (and still are) drawing smut or writing dirty fanfics of:

  • Xenomorphs?
  • The Predator/Yautja?
  • Ghostface?
  • Jack Torrance?
  • Pyramid Head?
  • Negan?
  • Ultron?
  • Michael Myers?
  • Venom?
  • Gregor Clegane?
  • Norman Bates?
  • Cruella de Vil?
  • Leatherface?
  • Voldemort?
  • Scarecrow?
  • Skeletor?
  • Cersei Lannister?
  • Thanos?
  • Kefka?
  • Pinhead?
  • Sephiroth?
  • Saren?
  • Maleficent?
  • Ramsay Bolton?
  • Bellatrix?
  • T-1000?
  • Sauron?
  • The Governor?
  • Saruman?
  • The Lich King?
  • Vaas Montenegro?
  • Hannibal Lecter?
  • The Joker?
  • Bane?
  • The Green Goblin?
  • Jason Voorhees?
  • Freddy Krueger?

+293983548238589 other antagonists in fiction?

Am I missing something? There’s characters in this list that are just as disturbing/freaky/cruel/scary/violent/whatever, but…where the complaints at tho

If you’re going to get upset by people romanticizing an alien-clown thing that eats people, you might as well get upset when the same thing happens to all of the other murderers and monsters in this list lmao. Because it’s a very real thing that isn’t going anywhere. People have romanticized fictional characters since fiction became a thing.

smolacesimmer  asked:

I'm even wearing my mcr shirt because I can't find my mourning band

the mcr shirt is a telltale sign ur mourning b don’t worry i understand