why did i tag this im sorry

anonymous asked:

this is probably a dumb question but why did you tag your post as "food tw"? you're a cooking blog! should people who get triggered by food mentions/pictures of it not be very aware that they will encounter that sort of content on nmr right away? im very sorry if i seem rude but i am incredibly puzzled by this

Answered this about 2 weeks ago so I’ll copy and paste that response:

“ah, the question that never dies. :) yup, i could see how at first glance you might think that. that’s actually answered in the faqs section of the blog (http://no-more-ramen.tumblr.com/FAQs).

on the off chance you don’t click through because you don’t care about my answer, i’ll copy and paste it here!

“Why the “food tw” tag? Isn’t this a food blog?
Yes, but we want to give people the option of following us but still filtering out food-related posts on their dashboard. This is very useful, for example, for folks recovering from eating disorders — sometimes they can handle (and are enthuasiastic about!) food talk, but sometimes are unable to even read those conversations.

So, they can blacklist/tumblr savior the food tw when they’re not up to it or view the posts normally on their dash when they are. It’s a really simple, easy accommodation to include a food tag. Everyone deserves to enjoy their relationship with food! For many of us, it’s an ongoing process.

Using “tw” after food also reminds followers to include the tag when they reblog it to their personal blog, whereas just “food” would would likely be interepreted as just a tag for general content.”

and there you have it! mystery solved! if you don’t need the tag, luckily it’s just a tag and should not affect your reading experience whatsoever. if you do need the tag, it is there for you to use.

Pissy

A/N: So, I was going through my drafts and I found this, and I think this is okay??

Warnings: Swearing, SPOILERS ABOUT PJ IF YOU HAVENT READ THEM ALL (why wouldn’t you though, they’re amazing!!)

House of Reader: Hufflepuff (Sorry not sorry)

Okay, so ignore the caption…………BUT HE’ SO FRICKIN ADORABLE!!!!! I’M LITERALLY IN TEARS BECAUSE OF HIS CUTENESS!!!!


It wasn’t that you were quiet. It’s just you weren’t very open, and you were very shy. You liked to listen to what others said, other than actually speaking. Okay, maybe that qualifies as being quiet, but you couldn’t help it! It just always came naturally to let people talk, and you liked listening rather than when any attention was on you. And it got even worse when people found out that you were the younger sister or Sirius Black and twin to Regulus Black.

Nobody ever guessed that such a quiet Hufflepuff could ever be related to such loud and demanding people. But being loud wasn’t in your nature, you would much rather be the listener, knowing that that was always an important friend to be. Most of your friends would vent to you, and you would be perfectly fine with that. The only 2 people that knew that you were actually very loud and weird were your brothers. You loved them both dearly, so whenever one would complain about the other, you did your best to defend the other brother, and you desperately wished that they could get along, because you knew that if they did the three of you would have so much fun. 

But, the problem with having two overprotective brothers, was that any time any boy (other than them) came within 5 feet of you, the two of them would rush over, Regulus dragging you away, as Sirius threatened to kill the boy, then coming over to you and Regulus always asking if you were okay. It seemed that the two of them only ever got along when a boy was remotely close to you. The only time any boy was allowed near you was when it was either one of their friends that they trusted immensely and one of them was around. Every time this happened you would roll your eyes at them, before insisting that you were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, thank you very much. And when they kept on talking you would roll your eyes before marching away from them, yelling at them that they didn’t have to monitor your every move. Often you would ignore them for days, feeling that they thought you were too weak, until they both apologized profusely and promised to never do it again. Until they did it again. It happened far too often, and you were sick of it.


You were walking to the Great Hall for lunch, nose buried in a book about an American boy who had to save the world because he was part Greek-god. You were currently reading the fourth book of the series, internally screaming when  the main female character kissed the boy.

“Annabeth glared at me like she was going to punch me. And then she did something that surprised me even more. She kissed me. 

‘Be careful, Seaweed Brain.’ She put on her hat and vanished. I probably would’ve sat there for the rest of the day, staring at the lava and trying to remember what my name was, but the sea demons jarred me back to reality.”

Hey, (Y/N).” You heard someone call, causing your head to whip up, seeing one of your brother’s best friend, Remus Lupin, jogging till he stood next to you.

“Hello, Remus.” You smiled meekly, waving slightly to the boy who was towering over you.

“Hey, watch’a reading?” He asked, peering over your shoulder to look at the book.

You stuck your thumb in the book to keep your page before showing him the cover. 

His eyes lit up. “Don’t tell me what happened. I’m reading The Titan’s Curse.” 

Your eyes widened. “How far have you gotten?” 

“Well, I’ve gotten to the part in the desert. I read yesterday up to where Bianca dies before I slammed the book shut and threw it across the room.”

You laughed a bit. “Let me guess, you ran over to make sure it was okay, and you haven’t read it because you refuse to acknowledge that Bianca is dead.”

He laughed a bit with you. “I did that right after I cried. God, that death messed me up.”

You laughed a bit, feeling sorry for him before placing your hand on his arm. “I’m sorry. That death was awful, but, not spoiling, you should prepare yourself.”

“Oh shit, yeah. The prophecy was something like: ‘Five shall go west to the goddess in chains,

One shall be lost in the land without rain,

The bane of Olympus shows the trail,”’

“’Campers and Hunters combined prevail,

The Titan’s curse must one withstand,

And one shall perish by a parent’s hand.” You finished for him. “Yeah, expect another death.”

“Shit, I don’t think I can take another death.”

“Yeah, the next one is awful.”

His eyes lit up with realization. “That’s why Chiron didn’t go! If Kronos was raised, then Chiron thought he would be killed!”

“Bingo.” You said, winking and snapping before pointing at him. 

He laughed a bit, patting your head. “I didn’t ever know you were so talkative.”

You rolled your eyes at him, punching his shoulder playfully. “Well you found my weakness; talking to another Rick Riordan nerd.”

“Well, forgive me,” he said jokingly, laughing a bit. “You’re hardly ever this loud.”

“Well, neither are you, Lupin.” You replied, a slight smirk on your face.

“Touché, Black.” He said, an eyebrow raised, nodding his head slightly, as if he were impressed. “I’m starting to see where the Hufflepuff ends and the Black begins.”

You laughed a bit at that, before lightly smacking his arm. “Oh, shut it.” You giggled a bit. “I’m nowhere near as bad as either of my brothers.”

He smirked, laughing a bit with you. “That’s true. You’re much sweeter and more adorable than either of them.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, as you looked at the ground, a grin creeping onto your face. You looked up at Remus, before leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Well, you’re pretty sweet and adorable yourself.” You said, your face feeling as it were burning up.

He singed his arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest as the two of you kept walking. He placed a kiss to the top of your head. “Well, whatever I am pales in comparison to who you are, (Y/N) Black.”

The beautiful moment between the two of you was interrupted as both of your brothers shouted out for you. 

“Oi, Moony!!” “Listen prat, hands off of her!” “Moony, you better fucking take your hands off of her, if you want to live!” “(Y/N), move away from him, now!”

They shouted very similar things, but the general idea was gotten, seeing as Remus removed his arm from your shoulder, lifting his hands in surrender, and you had stepped away from him, and turned to your brothers, your arms crossed, and looking pissed.  

The two of them had ran and caught up to the two of you. You turned to your brothers, thoroughly pissed off, and narrowed your eyes at them. 

“No, shut up.” You snapped, as both of them started to speak. “Listen, you two need to piss off. I’m not your daughter, so stop playing the overprotective card. Not to mention, we were fucking talking about books!” You yelled at them.

“Didn’t look like it from where we were.” Sirius all but snarled out. 

“Looked like he had his fucking arm around you and he kissed your head.” Regulus growled. 

You looked at them, and scoffed with disbelief. “I can’t believe you two. Do you think I’m so incapable of making my own decision!? I’m capable! If anything, I’m more capable than either of you! All the two of you ever do is rebel against everything, or follow all the rules, no matter how much that fucks either of you up! I do what is right! I’m always trying to stop the two of you from killing each other, but it seems like the only time you get along is when I’m involved! Just solve your own fucking problems, I’m sick of doing it for you! I just want to live my own fucking life! So, if you two aren’t going to let that happen because I’m your fucking sister, than, as of this moment, consider yourself sisterless!” You turned on your heel, “Good day!” You yelled before you stormed away from them.


Later you found yourself sitting on the leather couch, finishing up The Battle of The Labyrinth, in the Gryffindor common room, able to hear both of your brothers still yelling at Remus. You had gone up about an hour ago, to apologize, the guilt of what you had said crushing you. (You and Regulus both knew the password, due to Sirius’ and Regulus’ overprotective behaviour, when they tried to figure out ways to “protect” you.)

You heard a huff, and feet pounding on the stone stairs, as someone from the boys dorm walked into the Common room, muttering under their breath. You looked over the top of your book, to see Remus plop into a chair, still muttering and looking at the fire in the fireplace, a smoldering look on his face, before looking up, and screeching.

“Are you always this quiet!?” He asked you, one hand over his chest as if to stop his pounding heart. He wasn’t expecting anyone else to be in the common room, and seeing you, seemingly appear out of nowhere made him very jumpy and nervous. Well, more jumpy and nervous than usual.

You looked around the room, a look of confusion on your face, as you looked shrugged your shoulders before answering his question. “I was reading?” 

He nodded his head in acknowledgment, before apologizing. “Um, I’m sorry. That was rude of me. I just wasn’t expecting anyone to be in here, especially not you, after what you said.” He trailed off, as the two of you avoided eye contact, the awkwardness of the situation setting it. 

“Yes, well, I came here to apologize. I felt really fucking awful about it as soon as I said it.” 

“I understand. But, honestly, they kinda deserved it. They’re always very protective of you, and now they’re more suspicious.”

“Suspicious of what?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, thoroughly confused.

“Well, they’re always suspicious when you’re around other guys, and they made it clear that they don’t want you to be with anyone, and they told me that I need to fuck off, because I’ll only end up hurting you.”

“Hurting me?” You were still confused, because you already knew all of this, and he just seemed to be going around in circles not making any sense.

“God, and they say Sirius is the thick one!” He moaned out, burying his face in his hands.

“Excuse you!?”

“They know that I like you, and they don’t want us dating.” He whispered out, as quickly as he possible could, almost speaking incoherently.

You were still confused, and now it seemed that your brain was working faster by the second. Remus Lupin, your brother’s best friend had a crush on you? He actually liked you? As the revelation started processing in your head, you just looked at him, before standing up and marching up the stairs to talk to your brothers. 

Halfway up the stairs, you looked back down the stairs and saw Remus sitting in his chair with a stoic face, before you called out, “Oi, you coming, or what?” He immediately perked up at the sound of your voice, and stood up, following you up the stairs into the dorm of the Marauders.

“Sirius Orion Black! Regulus Arcturus Black!” You yelled as you stormed into the room, Remus standing meekly by the doorway as your two brothers looked at you with mixed states of shock on their face. “First off, I would like to apologize for what I said earlier.” You said, tangling your fingers together nervously. “You guys are plenty capable of making your own decisions, regardless of the outcome. I was very upset, because you two had ruined something between Remus and I, even though the both of you are very much aware of our feelings. I’m sorry for dissociating myself from you, and I would very much like to be your sister again. That being said, if you do want me to still be your sister, you would have to be understanding of my feelings and be a little less protective.”

They gaped at you for a little bit, before they both started hugging you and apologizing for being idiots. 

Comeback - Kai Parker Smut

I smiled, looking up at the afterglow that came with a setting sun in the city.  A busker’s guitar filled the air over the sound of a bustling metropolis, a wave of accomplishment washing over me as I realized I had completed my first day at my new job.

I left everything that didn’t serve me well, including Kai. There hadn’t been a good day ever since, especially since I begged Kai to compell me to forget him because it hurt too much, which he declined. It was all over now anyway and at least I had pushed it in the back of my brain.


I had a brand new wardrobe and a fun apartment overlooking a large body of water. It was all coming out great so far and I tried not to think about Kai too deeply as to backtrack and call him as I had a few nights prior in drunkenness.


I didn’t even remember what I said to him, just that I had woken up with the taste of regret and a call log with Kai’s name on it.


I was hungry as I wandered around. I hadn’t really had a chance to look around after I arrived, what with unpacking and the crippling fear that I’d screw something up at work.


There was nothing to worry about, admittedly. I bought one rose at a stand full of beautiful flowers and tucked it into the pocket of my shirt, continuing to meander the streets.


I finally decided I’d just go back to my apartment and sleep the rest of the night. I had climbed through the flights of stairs, a wonderful smell coming from somewhere, probably in my imagination.


I opened the door, gasping at the sight. All of the cardboard boxes I hadnt unpacked were gone and instead I saw candles placed along the main room. I realized that the smell was coming from my apartment when I saw Kai sitting at my coffee table, pouring wine.


“What are you doing here?” I shut the door behind me quietly, noting the soft music coming from somewhere in the room.


“Can you sit down so I can explain?” He smiled, patting the carpeted floor underneath where he sat. I hesitated, my knees almost becoming weak.


“Get out.” I clenched my jaw, my eyes blinking involuntarily quick. Kai smiled.


“Aren’t you wondering what happened to your little roommate?” Kai said, raising his eyebrows with a smug look on his face.


“What did you do to her?” I frowned, swallowing. Kai was the most capable in the world to do terrible things.


“Nothing. I promise, I didn’t hurt her.” He smiled. “Can’t you see I’m different now? You changed me.”


“Then why are you wasting my time?” I ignored the latter of his words, trying not to show the nervousness I felt as I shifted, wiping my hands on my jeans.


“I thought you wanted me here? You really confused me with that phone call, you know.” I froze, looking away.


“Whatever.” I said frigidly. “Just get out. I don’t want you here now, that’s all that matters.” I sniffled, avoiding eye contact as I opened the door for him to leave. He seemed wounded for a moment, as if his ego had deflated for half a second.


“Wait.” He said. “I love you.” He choked out.


My eyes flickered to his, a silence cast between us, the sound of a gentle song playing in the background next to the sound of the muffled city.


“A good time to tell me that was a long time ago, Kai.” I bit the inside of my lip. Why couldn’t he love me when I hadn’t already moved away and started a new job.


“But I didn’t know that I loved you then. I know now because I missed you so much, you were everywhere but you weren’t. I tried to get you out of my head but I couldn’t.” He breathed. “I love you.”


I felt dizzy. I dropped my bag and closed the door, walking to grab a water in the kitchen. “That’s really too bad, Kai. That you just thought you could walk back in because you wanted to.” I said, blood pumping quickly in my veins.


“I needed to. Just tell me how you get over this so I can leave.” He said. “How could you forget about me?”


“I didn’t, Kai. I’ve always loved you.”


As soon as I said the last four words, my back was on the kitchen table. His hands fanned out quickly above me, removing everything from the table and smashing his mouth against mine.


My fists were in his shirt, my body aching to be touched by his hot hands. He grabbed the rose in my pocket and ripped open my shirt, buttons scattering over the linoleum floor.


Broken glass blurred my vision as he pressed kisses on my neck, pulling my bra down and adorning my breasts as he ran the rose over them.


I created friction between us, wrapping my legs around him and pushing myself against his lower body. He lifted me up as my eyes closed and stumbled into the nearest bedroom, which wasn’t mine.


He threw me on the bed, grabbing my thighs and pulling me towards him. He pulled my pants from me, his face hidden in my hair as I pulled his clothes away from him, having his perfect shirtless body all to myself.


I almost fainted as his mouth traced over my chest, my skin rising in temperature as his hands pulled my underwear away.


“I love you.” He breathed, his nose tickling me as he ran his soft wet lips up to my face, pressing an open mouthed kiss on my lips. His heart accelerated under my hand. He leaned over me, his breath shortening.


“Please.” I said in a voice not my own, coated in desperation.


“Of course.” He said softly, his fingers dipping into my ticklish spot, probably not on purpose. I bit my tongue, squirming. He pulled away and undid his belt, my head spinning as he took his jeans off.


I sat up to admire him, blushing and avoiding looking at his hard penis. “You’re so beautiful.” I ran my hands behind his back, kissing his chest as he tilted his head back.


He grabbed my arm, running his hand up to grab my wrist. I swallowed as he put my hand on his cock. I looked down at it, my heart beating fast as I involuntarily wrapped my fingers around him.


“Uh… I don’t know what to do.” I licked my lips, shifting my hand. I didn’t mean to offend him but I had little to no experience with male genitalia.


He smiled as my cheeks heated up. “You don’t have to suck it, I just noticed you were a little scared.” He took my hand off and leaned over to kiss me. “Your safe with me.” He smiled, crossing our fingers together, our palms pressed against each other.

His other hand slipped in between my thighs. The faint recall of the taste of spilled wine on his skin as I tasted the pretty skin on his neck, scraping my teeth on him as if I were the vampire. He moaned quietly as I pushed my hips against his hand.

I pushed his hair back with my hand, whisking the sweaty little curls from his forehead. I looked in his eyes as he grabbed his dick, pushing inside me.


Everything was perfectly timed and soft, warm, and wet. I ran my hands to his back, clinging onto him.


“Fuck.” I said softly. “Oh,” I gasped, falling back on my pillow as his body gave into me, rocking back and forth slowly as not to hurt me. My head hit the headboard and I winced, closing my eyes as he trusted hard. “Faster.” I coaxed him.


Kai let out as shaky breath, holding onto my thighs as he drove in me, effortlessly picking up his speed as he fucked me. His eyebrows drew together above me, watching me clutch the unfamiliar bed sheets, twisting around the singularity of our connected bodies.


He growled, pressing his tongue against his clenched teeth as he wiped his brow, fucking me against the mattress like a pro, my breaths in the stifled air.


He opened his mouth and let out a plea as I squeezed around him, my back arching off the bed, my head thrashing back as he froze in place. I let out a throaty moan, relaxing as I came with one last thrust of his body against mine, his hands relaxing their death grip as he came in me.


He collapsed beside me and I rolled over on his arm. “I’d like a few more hours of that.” I said, my voice shakier than intended. He smiled. “I’m not so innocent now, am I?”


“Don’t kid yourself, babe, you’re sweeter than a mango.” He rubbed his thumb over my back. “Me and you in the shower does sound appealing though.”

VG CHARACTERS POST

OKAY UHM FIRST OF ALL I BIT OFF MORE THAN I COULD CHEW, I WAS GONNA DRAW ALL OF THEM. LIKE ALL OF EVERYONES CHARACTERS, AND THEN HALF WAY THROUGH DRAWING THIS I THOUGHT TO MYSELF, HOW IN THE HELL WOULD I BE ABLE TO DO THAT? SO U  H NAH. sorry ;; these are the only characters i got done. 25 people. idk i feel kinda bad but i just dont think id be able to do such a task- so uhm ye here you go. im sorry its shit xD like its all messy,,,

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“Please don’t call me that… my name is Logic.” (im dying over here w/ these asks on @logic-sanders)

character: *doesnt wish to be called their legal/birth name*
me: theyre either trans or someone hurt them. maybe both.

Tatiana Maslany really is everyone! 

okaY so ConSider ThIs–Mick’s medical skills probably aren’t half bad.

Like Len said, Mick’s always been the muscle to Len’s brains, and that means more often than not, Mick is the one coming home with the injuries, which he usually had to treat himself–Len isn’t an option, because as clever as he is with his hands, Len doesn’t really do gentle with anyone other than his sister (and sometimes not even then), and as a general rule, Mick doesn’t like to be touched by anyone that he doesn’t know and trust .  So he had to learn to administer medical treatment to himself.  He’s not a brain surgeon, but he’s about as good as someone who’s self-taught can be.  He knows how to check for a concussion and internal bleeding, how to stitch up an injury and deal with infection, and has a grasp of basic pain relief.  (He also probably knows how to deal with bullet wounds pretty capably as well).

Mick doesn’t really like to advertise these skills–they’re helpful when he needs them, absolutely.  That’s 99% of the reason why he cultivated them, but this particular skillset is distinctly removed from the version of himself that he likes to project.  Now, he doesn’t hide them either, but the ship can treat most other injuries, so really he doesn’t see much point in utilizing them when they’re unnecessary.

Ray is the first to find out.  Mick had meant it, after the gulag, when he’d said that they were even, and was personally content to leave it at that.  But Ray’s medical (and self preservation) sensibilities are terrible, and even though practically all his ribs are broken from that damn sledgehammer, his solution is to just go “eh, I’ll just bandage them and get back to work,”  because that’s how they deal with broken ribs in movies and stuff, right?  Wrap bandages around them and troop on?  Ray just makes the mistake of asking Mick for a hand bandaging them.  Ray winces immediately after, intimidated by the force of Mick’s glare, and pretty sure Mick is going to refuse his request for help on the spot.  He did not expected Mick to sigh in irritation because for fuck’s sake, sure, if you wanna die of pneumonia.  Instead, Mick does a quick check–running his hands along Ray’s ribs, trying to ensure that none of them are in danger of puncturing a lung.  Then, he firmly steers Ray into bed and gives him painkillers, as well as stern instructions to rest.  The rest of the crew coos at this, though Mick maintains that he was not doing a nice thing, he was just preventing an act of egregious idiocy.  No one actually believes him.

Sara is next.  She does not get injured so often anymore (I mean, it does happen, but more often than not she emerges from ridiculously dangerous situations utterly unscathed, a skill of which the rest of the crew is very envious).  But her old wounds might as well be fresh ones, some days–there was no time for proper healing on Lian Yu, and certainly not as a member of the League of Assassins, where you either got up and kept fighting or were left for dead.  As a result, many of her old wounds still pain her–a knot of scar tissue just under her arm that aches fiercely when it rains, a knee that hurts to move when she overexerts herself (which is hard, but not impossible).  Before joining the Legends crew, she would have masked her pain.  She’s gone years just gritting her teeth and pushing her way through.  But the more time that passes with the team, the less her instincts tell her to hide the pain–the more comfortable she is letting herself be seen at her weakest.  Now, on her worst days, after particularly brutal battles, she’ll give up on it altogether, and limp through the Waverider to collapse on the couch (yes, the Waverider has a living room, because I say so).  Now, the team will all try to comfort her in their own ways.  Jax and Ray will sit on the other side of the table and play board games with her.  Stein tries to replicate Clarissa’s mac and cheese (he cannot, but the effort is thoroughly appreciated), Rip will quietly postpone their next mission, and Len offers comfort as non-obtrusively as he can.  But Mick? Mick shows with a heat compress and a liniment for her knee and some advice–(lay on your side and put a pillow between your legs, it will straighten your spine and take the pressure of your injury) from old injuries of his own.

Jax (and by extension, Stein) find out the extent of Mick’s medical expertise in the field, when Jax takes a bullet in the side.  He’s hemorrhaging fast, flames flickering out as he unfuses with Stein, who looks so worried that a heartattack may be a legitimate risk. They’re far from the ship–but not from a nearby medical clinic.  Before the rest of the team can process what’s going on, Mick is pressing a jacket (requisitioned from Snart) to Jax’s side, and rushing him into the clinic, where one of the doctor’s takes over.  That should be the end of it, but Mick has had more than his fair share of bullet wounds, and backseat drives the fuck out of that medical procedure, because there’s no need to be so rough, doc and if I’d wanted him to bleed out I would have left him out there, jesus and basically just glares and intimidates until the doctor, in frustration, pushes the tools into Mick’s hands, because “you do it, then!”.  Mick shrugs, and does the job more neatly and efficiently than the doctor could have hoped (much to the man’s chagrin).

After that, the rest of the crew starts coming to him for everything.  For such a violent, large person, Mick is surprisingly delicate when treating injuries, with a feather-light touch.  Most of the crew discovers that they prefer being treated by Mick (who tries to avoid causing them pain, and who is almost sympathetic when he has to) than they do Gideon in the medbay.  Kendra gets a cut on her leg while sparring? She’ll hop, leg dripping, to his room and knock on the door–”Hey Mick, can you take a look at this for me?”

Stein thinks his back is acting up again? “Mr. Rory, would you mind terribly advising me on this?”

Even Rip gets in on it, though he argues that its because when he’s injured, he likes being able to receive treatment in the comfort of his own quarters.

Every time, Mick grumbles, don’t you guys have Gideon for this? I thought this ship was from the future–.  But every time, he takes a look at it, because he just knows that if he refuses they’ll just stand there looking sad and mopey, before limping off to the medbay, and for fuck’s sake, he’s not heartless (and maybe he likes knowing that he can use his hands for something other than destruction, but that’s another beast altogether)

TL;DR–consider Mick Rory, entirely against his will, becoming the team medic (and sighing because, damn, if he doesn’t step up, these idiots are all gonna die.)

(PS, let it be noted that, inevitably, there may be some basis in batmanisagatewaydrug’s headcanons in here, particularly her headcanons about Sara’s old injuries causing her pain, because her headcanons are so good that I can’t help but think of them as ingratiated into canon.)

hedarey  asked:

"weeks ago i the lesbian of the village bought condoms at the store and everyone knew about it even before i drove back home" oh my god i'm so glad i read all the tags i'm cackling in my college library the guy next to me is side-eying me and i thought my rural upbringing was bad im sO SORRY

I arrived back home and my Mom just deadass asked “why did you buy condoms for?” and I was just like?? HOW THE FUCK DO YOU KNOW I BOUGHT THAT? And she was like “Irene (the lady who owns the bakery) called and told me”. I’m 24 and don’t even really live there anymore, like… anyway, all my Mom did after that is ask if she could have some.

please take a moment to realize that, Killua wasn’t the only one suffering

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Honestly though Riza he’s got a point >w<

I’m so sorry @theishvalanalchemist your text post deserved a much better comic ;_;

did anyone listen to that BGA song??? WHY IS IT SO IRONICALLY LEGIT???

I STAN THEM GUYS SORRY BEHIND THE SCENES GUYS BGA IS LIFE NOW

The Real Story

Pairing: Sam x Reader
Words:  1157
Requested by Anonymous:  Can we have a SamxReader where they both end up in the ER for stupid reasons, but the reader tries to tell some badass story bc she thinks Sam is cute. She admits why she went to the ER after Sam says why he’s there?? (If I’ve sent you this request before im sorry!!) 

Warning: Injuries. The story the reader tells…that actually happened to me

A/N: Do NOT post my writing on any other site. Do NOT take credit for my work. Do NOT copy and paste.
A/N: Reblogs are perfectly fine…because that’s still giving me credit for the work I did.
A/N: If you want tagged, send me an ask.



          You couldn’t believe it. You had never in your life been so embarrassed by an injury. And you had to go to the hospital for it.

           You had been reading on your bed, legs crossed as you leaned on your knees. Circulation lost to your feet, apparently, and your feet fell asleep. When you tried to walk, your foot, on its own accord, bent and you stepped on it, breaking it. You hadn’t felt the pain until you got the feeling back. You knew it was broken. But how could you tell anyone what you had done? That was the stupidest way of hurting yourself.

           You drove yourself to the hospital, parked as close as possible, and then cried as you hobbled into the front.

           You told the nurse you were pretty sure you broke your foot and she got you signed in before sending you to a chair in the waiting room.

           “Y/N?” you heard an all too familiar voice.

           You turned your head, “Sam?” Sam was holding a towel to his arm and you could see that he was bleeding.

           “What happened?” he was definitely worried as he looked at the pain on your face with your foot.

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