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Tagged by @kaedianmori

Nickname: Chuck, Wolfie

Zodiac: Virgo

Height: 5'4"

Last thing you Googled: QI comedians (I couldn’t remember Jason Manford’s name)

Favourite Music Artists: Linkin Park, Nickelback, Hans Zimmer, Steve Jablonsky

Song Stuck in my Head: Earlier it was Badger Badger Mushroom :|

Last Movie You Watched: Moana

What Are You Wearing Right Now: Help For Heroes joggers, 2013 Leavers hoodie

Why Did You Choose Your URL: Because I’m an immunologist!

Do You Have Any Other Blogs: @thenaaru (world of warcraft) @taeonthrial + @anorthalas (character inspiration) and @nsfnaaru (NSFW)

What Did Your Last Relationship Teach You: I’ve only ever had one and I’m still very happily with him :>

Religious or Spiritual: Neither, really.

Favourite Colour: Orange!

Average Hours of Sleep: who the fuck knows.

Lucky Number: 13

Favourite Characters: Locke Lamora, Fell, Yrel, The Unknown, Ilkar

How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: One duvet and my Alliance fleece blanket

Dream Job: Medical doctor!

Tagging: @sparklepriest @notdavidbowie @edaigoa @blencem @sakialyn

Why Otabek is the best.

Wasn’t there a saying that the people who are the most quiet notice the most/has the loudest thoughts?

Well in this case, meet Otabek.

Otabek is a character genuinely misunderstood by a lot of characters but adored by the fandom. 

Here, we have this:

Originally posted by rouge-cerise

He takes off his sunglasses when he is talking to people, even when that person is JJ (who no character really likes all that much tbh). This is so respectful. He removes his glasses and makes eye contact when he is spoken to, even if he is just declining a simple offer. He’s badass, but he’s very, very polite. 

At 18 years old and being the NATIONAL HERO of his country, he’s still very, very humble.

He positions his medal so that the media can get an easy shot of him. He’s making their lives easier. He’s looking out for them! And even though he just won gold, he doesn’t show any signs of being cocky. He simply, once again, makes solid eye contact with the camera, showing respect/care. 

We have him here again, giving the photographers a clear shot of him; looking straight into the camera. He’s standing upright, being very, very proper. Furthermore, I find it so sweet that he’d rather cover up his medal and show his country’s flag instead! He truly puts his country’s pride above his own and I find that beautiful. 

However, sometimes his elegant etiquette is misinterpreted as being perhaps too archaic for this generation of bubbly, emotional, and loud skating talents. 

(Notice that his entire body is facing towards the person speaking to him, even though he later verbally expressed no interest in hanging around JJ.)

And even after JJ mocks him, he doesn’t reply or shoot back some snarky remark. 

Instead, he politely declines JJ’s request in the most fucking formal way possible. Not breaking eye contact. What even.

Anyways, let’s move onto his adorable interest in Yuri. After meeting perhaps his inspiration ever, he gets called an asshole. BY HIS MUSE. BY HIS INSPIRATION. PROBABLY HIS ROLE MODEL.

What does he do? Otabae remains silent and simply walks away. He’s unconfrontational, unlike Yuri, but his silence is demanding.

And guess what, it immediately piques Yurio’s interest.

In the video, Yurio’s eyes trail after Otabek. Now Yurio’s curious about him.

Yurio has a weird tendency to look at Otabek this way. It’s almost as if Yurio somehwat reveres his presence. It makes sense because I’ve done a past meta on why Otabek is probably everything Yurio wants to be/likes (physically at least).

I think someone’s mentioned this before but Otabek arrives WAY TO COINCIDENTALLY FOR IT TO BE AN ACCIDENT. Like it or not, Otabek has always planned to talk to Yurio. Hell, he was probably driving around to try and find him…and of course, saves him instead.


And guess what? This cutie pie tosses YURIO a helmet. Because safety is cool kids.

TDLR: Otabek is fucking bomb.



I juat found out what he wants me to apologise for.

The reason of why this individual is doing all of this…

Even tho I haven’t touched an educational stablishment these last 3 years, apparently I said somewhere “i hate school” which has impacted this lerson greatly. And now is taking revenge on me.

Truly, an inspirational story of sacrifice.

And you know what, I think I changed my mind, these kids aren’t worth my anger and stress. I’ll continue animating on streams, just no previews at all and even if there are screenshot spoilers, It’ll only get what… a thousand views?

So that kid can piss off.


I hate school

And I know it’s not my fault, I know I never did anything to hurt you, at least not intentionally,
but it’s not always about who pushes you towards the edge.
Sometimes it’s about who doesn’t hold you back.
Everyone always blames the people who cause the pain, but what about the people who just stand by and watch, what about me?
You tell them to stop and you tell them you love them, and it may slow them down or stop them temporarily, but eventually they keep going.
It’s only when you step between them and the ledge, when you grab their hand and pull them back, that it matters.
And I keep asking myself, why didn’t I stop you?
Why did I just watch as you threw yourself into the darkness, like my feet were fucking glued to the ground?
Maybe I was scared I would fall into the darkness too.
Maybe I thought the fall wasn’t too far, that you’d fall and get back up again, I’d seen you do it so many times before.
All I know now is that I don’t think I need to go over the edge to be consumed by the darkness. It’s already here.
Turns out you were the only light but, you’re gone.
—  Now that you’re gone // Inspired by 13 Reasons Why
dialogue prompts

FBAWTFT characters - May it inspire some people!

“Tina,” Graves sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “What, in the name of God, are you doing half naked in my office?” 

“Take off your clothes!” Newt yells. “Now, Tina! QUICKLY!”

“And then he ran into my wand. He ran into my wand ten times.” 

“Gellert, please.” 

“Are you courting me?” Graves asks, incredulous. “Do you know who I am?” 

“Sir,” Tina’s voice is soft, broken. “There’s been… an accident.” 

“Newt? Why is there a mermaid in the bathtub? I need to get ready for the MACUSA’s annual end of the year ceremony, Newt. Newt get that mermaid out of the bathroom. Newt.” 

“If I take into account their glares and raised wands, I’d say that they want to kill you,” Graves says. Credence smiles dangerously. 

“They wouldn’t be the first. Let them come. I’m not helpless anymore.” 

“You are, without a doubt, the worst criminal I have ever heard of,” Seraphina muses.

“But you have heard of me.” 

“Can we not do this now?” 

“Yes we can and yes we will,” Newt growls. “You’ve been putting this off, again and again and I am frankly tired of you playing hide and seek like we’re five years old instead of grown adults.” 

“This is a stakeout. We’re on a mission.” 

“I care more about saving this relationship than the fucking mission.” 

“Aren’t you supposed to do my biding?” Graves asks, incredulous.

“Not interested, thanks. However, your cat looks cute, so I think I’m gonna stick around.” 

“I can’t believe you summoned a demon into our apartment, Tina. What will Mrs Esposito say?” 

“He’s cute?” Tina says weakly, staring at the man-demon-thing with curly hair and freckles currently sleeping on their sofa. 

He’s a demon.” 

“Let go of me,” Credence snarls. “Let go of me or I swear I will kill you.”

“With what? You’re unharmed. You don’t have a wand.” 

“Ahah, very funny. I didn’t know you were capable of humor, Madam President.” 


“You are joking, right?” 

“You’re fired, Mr Graves.” 

“Is that a phoenix?” 


“Why is there a phoenix flying around in the office, burning my paperwork?” 

“It hatched this morning,” Newt says, cooing at the bird. “Come see mummy. Here. Good.” 

“You know what I need? I need a good, old fashioned banging,” Tina slurs, taking off her shirt and stumbling around the room drunkenly until she finally falls on the bed.  

“While I’m not sure who you are or what you are doing in my tent,” a British voice replies, turning on the light, “I’m sure I could help you with that.” 

Tina yells.

“I’m not usually so straightforward,” Seraphina says, “but I’ll be damned if you aren’t the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever met in the entirety of my lesbian life. Can I get your number?” 

The blond waitress - Queenie, her name tag reads- blushes prettily. “U-uh, I, I mean… Sure. Yeah. I won’t be able to text back until 7 though.” 

“That’s fine. Holy shit.” Seraphina takes a sip and burns her tongue in the process. “Thanks for the coffee.” 

good choice

for day 27 of @snowbaz-feda!! and for @yoitssimonsnow ^__^ (now do ur hw)

length: 226

genre(s): fluff

triggers/warnings: none

simon needs a new mousepad

a/n: thank you to @cherryonsimon for the beta and also inspiring this lmao


“What about this one?”

I crane my neck to look at Snow’s laptop screen. He’s got the Amazon site pulled up and is looking for a new mousepad. (He lost his old one in the move.) “Why is it covered in scabs?” I ask.

“That’s pepperoni,” he snorts, “it doesn’t look that bad.” He still clicks the back arrow and starts scrolling again.

“Get that one,” I say, pointing at a blue mousepad with white snowflakes. “It’s just like your name.”

“That’s clever, Baz,” he says dryly, and I smirk.

“I try.” I reply, and flinch when he starts poking my arm.”

“Look! You can make custom ones! Like submit your own picture and everything!”

I roll my eyes. “What would you even chose, Snow? A bloody scone?”

“I might,” he says defensively, and switches tabs to google pictures of scones.

“Crowley, I was kidding.”

“Never joke about scones with me, Baz.”

“Are you really going to make a scone mousepad?

He grins. “I might.”

* * *

A week later i sneak up behind him at the kitchen table, where he’s using his new mouse. Underneath is a mousepad, a custom one just like we talked about. Only instead of a scone or a goblin face, it’s a picture of the two of us. My heart swells and I kiss the top of his head.

“Good choice.”

Notable Kobra Kid Quotes

honestly like half of these are inspired by @kobramemekid and late night memes

“Why must the beautiful people suffer?”

“Listen, unless someone is dusted or a meme has been stolen, don’t classify a message as an emergency.”

“Today’s weather is apocalyptic with a high chance of nuclear fallout.”

“Who gave sand the right to Get Everywhere?”

“A lovely story really, but as you can see, I’m wearing my I Don’t Care face and therefore do not care.”

“I will literally fight the Phoenix Witch right now. Square up Witch let’s go.”

“You didn’t say not to teach the Girl how to hot wire a car.”

“Where the memes go, so shall I follow.”

Random Prompts

- “You eat kitkats like a monster, honestly I don’t think I can love you anymore.”
“At least I know how to cough into my elbow like a civilized being.”

- “Do you ever realize that we act like an old married couple sometimes?”
“We are an old married couple…”

- “Do you know how to cook anything besides ramen?”
“Um… microwave popcorn.”

- “You are so weak when it comes to spicy food.”
“No I’m not.”
“Name 1 spice you enjoy.”
“Pepper counts, right?”

- “I would do anything to prove my love for you.”
“Drink that entire bottle of hot sauce then.” “I don’t love you that much.”

- “Dude, you cry over everything.” “No I don’t.”
“You cried when a fly you called your ‘friend’ flew out of the window, you left open.” “Listen, I just felt really close to Fred.”

- “Why do we have a dog? We didn’t have a dog before I left.”
“Yeah, well, get with the times. Things change. Ugh, you’re just another old guy who doesn’t wanna accept that the world is changing.”
“1, You’re older than me. 2, You still haven’t told me why we now have a dog.”

- “Hey, do you love me a lot?“ “Of course!” “Enough to give me your garlic bread?” “F**k no.”
Act 2 and Repression

One of the best things about re-reading Homestuck is discovering more and more things that completely went over my head the first time through. I was fatally bored by John’s Wiseguy on my first read-through, and didn’t understand why I was being forced to read it. Now I do: the theme is repression!

John dips into the book to study a trick about punched cards (2530), which inspires his innovative use of the alchemy system (2531) and allows him to create the Pogo Hammer (2535). John says he only uses the books for the diagrams, and comments that he never understood the relation between the author (Caveney) and the magician (Anderson).

Here’s some clues:

  • Caveney gets jealous of the people Anderson entertains at a bar
  • Caveney muses that Anderson’s greatest trick is probably his immense personal magnetism
  • Caveney says Anderson can “waste everyone’s valuable time, and have you love him for it.”
  • Caveney calls Anderson an elf, on the basis that Caveney is 2.5 ft taller. He follows by asking Anderson “how he felt about climbing into the hollow of a big tree to bake some cookies or something”

The last one bears a structural resemblance to Dave’s “im your 300 pound matronly freight-train and my gaping furnace is hungry for coal so get goddamn shoveling” (300). It suggests that baked goods may have subconscious sexual connotations for John, giving another dimension to his strident aversion to cake and his irrational hatred of Betty Crocker. Those are venues into which John has packaged (non-exclusively!) the struggle with his nascent sexuality – again, we are given clues to his symbol language.

This isn’t the first time repression is suggested. Dave ribbed John about his “gross man-bro crush on matt macconahay” (2010), Rose accused Dave of “flagrant homosexuality” for not doing what she wanted (2233), and Dave called the slimer scene in Ghostbusters II “manbro bukkake theater” (2153). Those moments could be passed off as jokes, but the Wise Guy excerpt is the point where Husssie points out that repressed gay thoughts are a theme and you should probably start taking the jokes seriously.

Though it’s not like that’s news at this point.

Subtlety at its finest.

Paint Me Like One of Your French Girls

Request: What if the reader was an animation student (I’m an animation student in Ohio) and she had an assignment for a class where she needs a nude model? So she asks Steve to be her model and she had him do a few sexual poses. (I just need some gold old smut and some thigh riding xD…) I can always request something else, if need be!

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Thigh Riding (one of my damn weaknesses), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), language. Watch your ovaries, ladies.

Originally posted by luvinchris

Going to school, as an avenger, was no easy task. Going to school isn’t easy as it is, I have to save the world on the side, too! Sleep isn’t coming to me very easy these days.

The time currently reads 2:33AM and I’m wide awake.

I’ve been trying to sleep for the past hour and a half, and it’s been fighting me. Sleep isn’t going to be coming any time soon.

Groaning, I drag myself out of bed, and run down to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On to the way to the kitchen, I hear someone grunting coming from the training room.

‘I’d know that sound anywhere.’

Walking into the training room,  I lean up against the wall. This is always a pretty sight. I could watch this all day long.

“You just gonna stand there and stare, (Y/N)?” Steve turns and smiles at me.

Sweat beads drip down his temple and into his tight shirt. (You know the one ;)

“S-sorry Steve, it’s kinda hard not to.” Chuckling, he unwraps his hands after his assault on the punching bag.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). Can’t sleep?”

“No, sleep avoids me at all costs these days.”

“I understand, doll. Did you need something?” Blushing, I play with the hem of my shirt.

“Um, I didn’t, but now that I think about it, maybe you could help me with something?”

“Sure, (Y/N) what can I help you with?”

“I have a project in my class due next week and I haven’t even started it yet, I haven’t had any inspiration. But I think I just did.”

He chuckles.

“Alright, what do you need me to do?”

“Well, don’t look so excited yet, you might not want to once I tell you what I need.”

“Well I’m sure it can’t be that bad.”

“I need a nude model.”

Steve looks up, stopping unwrapping his hands in the middle of his second one.

“A nude model? Like, naked?”

I laugh, he’s so cute.

“Yes, Steve. That’s what nude means.”

“Uh, um. Are you sure you want me?”

‘Oh God…oh God, oh boy do I…’

“Of course I WANT to, Steve. I wouldn’t have asked you if I didn’t. Like I said, I didn’t have inspiration, but I just struck it.”

He drinks out of his water bottle.

“Uh, a-alright. When do we do this?” I can tell he’s really nervous.

“Steve, you don’t have to if you don’t want to..I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.”

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I’ll be fine. We can do this.” I feel like he’s trying to convince himself, rather than tell me.

“Alright, you wanna do this right now? We’re both exhausted but having trouble finding sleep, why not try to get some type of work done.”

Steve smiles.

“Alright, doll. Lead the way.” Steve runs his fingers through his hair, carrying his water bottle with him.

“Come on then” Steve follows me.


Steve and I make it to my room where I keep all my art supplies.

“Alright Steve, let’s get this done.” Steve gulps and looks up at you through his eyelashes.

“That means you need to get nude, Stevie.”

“O-oh, okay.”

“I’ll turn around if that makes you feel better.” I turn my back to him to give him some privacy.

I hear him rustle around with his clothes before he speaks.

“I-I’m ready.”

I turn around and ho-ly shit. God this man is so fucking gorgeous, like my God.

“O-okay. Sorry, I’m gonna try to be professional about this,” My eyes drag over him one more time. “But oh my, God..this is gonna be difficult.” Steve has a deep blush going on, from his neck to his ears to his face.

“Don’t be shy, Steve. Believe me, you have nothing to be nervous about. Wow.”

He drags his lip between his teeth.

“Alright, (Y/N) whats my first pose?” Oh yeah, we’re doing work.

“Um, just sit on the bed for now, almost like you’ve just come out of bed and are trying to wake yourself up.”

He sits down, he has his legs pushed together, as if he’s trying to keep himself hidden.

“Steve, the whole point of a nude model is the NUDE part.” I smirk and raise my eyebrow.

He draws in a big breath and spreads his legs, his large member (even when it’s soft) lays flaccid against  his leg. He hangs to the left, I take note.

‘Oh my, Captain. He must be massive.’

I drag my lip between my teeth, and getting to work. As I’ve drawn him, I’ve noticed his dick has started to harden.

‘Oh God I should have known this was going to be so fucking hard, no pun intended, me.’

I clench my thighs together, trying to relieve some pressure.

“Alright Steve, I have an idea.”

He leans up, resting his elbows on his knees.

“What do you need me to do, doll?” His voice has gotten deeper, sexier. If that was even possible.

“Would you be willing to do some sex positions for me?” His eyebrow raises.

“Sex positions? How am I supposed to do that alone?” I chuckle.

“I’ll show you, Stevie.”

Guiding him as best as I can into some, rather compromising positions, I begin to draw him.

He is standing up now, with his cock in his right hand, and I’ve told him to make it look like he’s thrusting into someones tight, wet heat. Oh God at this point, my cunt is soaked. I need him, I need something. I can’t even focus right now. His cock is so hard…so long and so thick…fuck this, I want him.


He turns his head to look at me.


“I have another idea.”
“Tell me.” He’s almost breathless, and I can tell he’s becoming desperate too.

“Sit down on the bed, lean back on your arms and spread your legs.

He does what I ask, no questions asked.

Oh how I want nothing more than to jump on top of him, and slide my wet pussy down his massive cock.

But I wanna play a bit first, if he’ll allow it…

“I-I wanna try something…is that okay?”

“Do whatever you need, doll.” I know that’s a welcoming invitation.

Stripping out of my own clothes, all except panties, I understood why he was so shy. This is nerve wracking.

However, seeing his reaction tells me I have nothing to worry about.

“Have you ever had someone ride your thigh, Steve?” Biting my lip, I bring myself on top of him, straddling his left thigh.

“No…can’t say I have, (Y/N) but I have a feeling it’s going to be quite a beautiful site.”

I bring myself down on his thigh, the friction from his thigh and my panties against my cunt is almost too much to bear.

“Oh fuck, Steve.” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer to him, bringing his mouth to mine, our tongues dance together, battling for dominance.

I begin to grind myself against his thigh, slowly at first, back and forth, back and forth until I feel myself about to cum. He can tell I’m close as I go faster and faster, chasing that sweet release.

He suddenly flips me over, stopping my assault on his thigh.

“F-fuck Stevie, why did you stop me?” he growls.

“If you’re gonna come you’re gonna cum around my cock. I saw the way you were admiring it, doll. What, never seen a cock as big as this?” He grabs his cock and smacks it against my clit a few times.

“God, Steve please. Please fuck me.” I’m never one to beg for anything, but I need this…

He smirks.

“You never answered me, (Y/N)”

“No Steve, I’ve never seen a cock as big or as pretty as yours and I want in inside of me, so deep.” He groans, and shoves his cock into me. Slowly at first, then a little faster.

“More Steve, I can take all of it, I want it all.”

“Yeah? You want me balls deep inside your cunt baby?”

God vulgar Steve is a good Steve.

“Yes, please, all the way.” He does just that, all the way until his balls lay against my ass.

Thats when he starts going rough. Hard, rough, fast. This is pure raw fucking and nothing more.

And it’s so fucking hot.

“God Steve I’m about to cum!”

“Yes baby, let it out, don’t hold back. Cum on my cock, I’m right behind you.”

A few more sloppy thrusts later we’re both coming apart at the same time.

“God that was amazing, doll…”

“Oh yes, God that was everything I was hoping it would be…”

“You’ve thought about sleeping with me before, doll?”

“Oh God so many times, Captain.” I say captain a little seductively.

He takes in a sharp intake of breath. I smirk, looking into his eyes.

“Oh? Someone likes to be called captain in the bedroom, too hmm? Oh man, I can’t wait till our next time.” I run my finger down his spine.

“If you don’t behave yourself doll we’re gonna have round two before you’re ready…”

I laugh and kiss him on the cheek.

“Did you get what you needed before we got distracted, doll?”

“Yes, Cap. It’s perfect…thank you.”

We lay down in my bed, still nude.

“Stay with me for the night?”

“I’ll stay with you forever.” We end the night with a deep, passionate kiss.

I have a feeling I’ll get an A+ ;)

TAGS: @erieann19

anonymous asked:

I'm extremely upset with AL, I thought he was the captain of Richonne. Did you read his statement to EW ?! he was talking about how there was sexual tension with his character and Jadis. No respect to Richonne, really unnecessary his words .

Hi there. While I can understand your frustration, this is not what I took away from that article; I didn’t feel like he was disrespecting Richonne at all.

AL was answering the question from Dalton Ross regarding what it was like working with PM and what she brought to the show. He did not say that there was sexual tension between them; he spoke of the dynamic that Jad!s brought to their scenes.

The only mention he made about what Rick was feeling was him being ‘kind of amused by them, but also inspired’. That was mainly because, even though they spoke in a strange manner, they meant what they said and said what they meant.

Dalton Ross was the person who said there was a flirtation between the two of them, not AL. AL said, on Rick’s part, it was about humour and a lightness to Rick which is part of his journey right now.

I get why you’re upset, I really do; but go easy on Andy. He isn’t aware of how fandoms work; he isn’t aware that there are people out there who will latch onto the New White Woman™ and ship her with Rick. He doesn’t know how certain fans will take his words as fodder for their fandom fuckery and crackshipping. He was just answering a question about what his new colleague brought to the scenes, not that Rick was reciprocating any of those dynamics (or feelings).

He ended the interview talking about Richonne, even though he was not asked about Michonne or Richonne in this article. This is why he is the Captain of the S.S. Richonne. He brings them up even when he doesn’t have to.

Literally the last word in the interview is Michonne’s name.

Please consider my take on this and then go back and re-read the interview.


Undeniable Heat Chapter 17: Troubled Waters

Jensen Ackles x Reader

1300 Words

Chapter Summary: Still reeling from having Brad back in the picture, you take the rest of the day off.

Story Summary: You’ve just gotten a job as one of the makeup artists on the set of Supernatural. Nervous on the first day, you become completely awkward, winning the affection of the divorced Jensen Ackles. You try to fight your desire for him, but he thwarts you at every turn. Will you be able you separate work and play, or will you let Jensen win?

Catch Up Here: Masterpost

As soon as you made it through the door, you collapsed on the couch, your energy zapped. It had been such a straining day, and you wanted nothing more than to curl into your bed, and forget that the world existed. But your bed was too far away, and you settled for the couch, pulling a throw over you, and shoving your face into the arm.

Why did Brad have to show up? You were finally feeling free of him, and back to the person before he had so torn you apart, and with one appearance, you were now back to the shaking, quivering mess. Memories, or nightmares, flashed in your mind. Of fists flying, and boots landing on your stomach. Of bruises everywhere you looked, and mornings you were so sore you couldn’t climb out of bed. Then, there had been the verbal abuse.

Clutching your hands to your head, you tried to keep the thoughts away. You had thought with a new town, and a new job, you would have gotten away from everything. That you would have been able to start afresh.

Through your dark and dreary thoughts, you noticed your phone ringing. Taking a deep breath, you answered it, needing to talk to someone who would understand. “Tiffany?”

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

You said in an earlier post that you would not spam us with hero/villain prompts. Please, please go back on your word and start spamming us! I LIVE for the hero/villain prompts. I have so many short stories I've created because of those... You make A+ prompts. Never stop! 😘

1) “Maybe you should try giving me another hug, I’m sure that will magically make me a better person. Or perhaps true love’s kiss if you’re really committed.”
“We’re not in love.”
“Oh, okay. So it’s just pitiful aim that you’re losing so badly. Awkward! I’ll keep my suggestions to myself.”

2) “You’re not as chirpy as normal, hero. Kitten get stuck up a tree?”
“Something like that.”
The villain frowned. “Is there anything I can do?” They glared when the hero looked at them in surprise. “It’s no fun breaking you if you’re already broken…why are you smiling? Stop it.”
“I thought you wanted to cheer me up?”
“I did until you started smiling at me like that.”

3) “Now,” the villain murmured. “You sound just like me.”
“And yet you don’t look pleased.”
“You were never supposed to be me.”


Queen of Disaster - Lana Del Rey  🎵

@simplifiedsimi‘s release of this wonderful hair totally inspired my simself to channel her inner Lana Del Rey today. 

(also look it’s @our-dazed-sims denim skirt recolour)

Starters: Things I Have Said While Playing Video Games
  • “I will shove your throat down your throat.”
  • “Oh. Oh, you have just called up the devil. You will tremble before me, and beg for mercy, and I’ll laugh in your stupid face because FUCK YOU.”
  • “Oh, suck my left nut.”
  • “I will fucking end you. I will end you so hard that your ancestors will feel shame and your family will weep upon your grave.”
  • “I mean, he is only avenging his dead brother. You can’t really begrudge him that.”
  • “Are you fucking sweating on me?”
    “Oh. Veeeeery clever, you massive cockmuffin.”
  • “Everything is pain and I regret going down this path!”
  • “Oh, great, more naked people.”
  • “I’m sorry for invalidating your gender identity!”
  • “What?! That was my fucking money! Fuck you, secret police.”
  • “I hate living in a communist country.”
  • “Okay. So. We had to kill your uncle to make life easier for all of us.”
  • “I show up, and everything’s on fucking fire. For the love of God, how? And why?”
  • “Oh joy. More tedious drudgery.”
  • “If I were a lesser man, I’d be shitting myself right now.”
  • “He might actually be gayer than me. Unlikely, but possible.”
  • “Sigmund Freud would have a goddamn FIELD day with this.”
  • “Nice try, sugartits.”
  • “I appreciate you inviting me to your strip club.”
  • “This was supposed to be a stupid joke. How did it get so real?”
  • “Do not fuck the doctor! What is wrong with you?”
  • “I want to be the spiritual embodiment of pudding.”
  • “Nothing inspires a murderous rage in me more than comic sans.”
  • “Okay, I’m sorry I killed everyone you love, but can’t we talk about this?”
  • “I wish my legs were as fabulous as yours.”
  • “Oh, you think I won’t arrest you because we’re friends? Is that what you fucking think? Well you’re fucking RIGHT.”
  • “I just stabbed a bitch to death with a pair of scissors. God, I love Tuesdays.”
  • “Part of me wants to fuck you. The other part wants to laugh at you for looking like a My Chemical Romance reject.”
  • “Oh, fuck you for trying to teach me a lesson about morals.”
  • “Literally nobody asked your opinion.”
  • “Fuck you, you’re not my mom.”
  • “I want to slather you with bees.”
  • “I’ve never been so aroused and terrified in my life.”
  • “Here’s an idea: go to church.”
  • “Something about you just looks evil.”
  • “Finally! I’ve turned you gay!”
  • “Fuck me up, anthropomorphic Daddy.”
  • “I’m starting to come to the conclusion that you’re kind of a dick.”
  • “Eat one MILLION dicks.”
Highlights and Shenanigans from the GPF Banquet

- Yuuri does not get drunk. He refuses to touch a drop of alcohol. He’s not giving a repeat showing of last year’s nonsense.
- he’s not last-year-Yuuri’s level of drunk but he’s had a number of celebration drinks and he’s feeling quite toasty
- eventually he’s draped all over Yuuri
- ‘i love you so much Yuuri I wanna get married RIGHT NOW’
- ‘do you think. do you think anyone here can marry us.’
- ‘victor’
- 'what about yakov do you think yakov would do it if. if we ask really nicely.’
- 'victor, we can’t. we agreed to get married after i win gold at the grand prix , right? so you’re just going to have to be patient until next year haha’
- ….
- 'victor’
- …….
- 'victor why are you crying’
- 'victor please stop yelling’
- 'victor i just said we can’t get married yet, i didn’t say anything about sex. cockblocked isn’t the right word here’
- a heavy thirty seconds of silence follows as everyone processes what yuuri just said
- victor’s looking much cheered up
- yuuri wants to hide under a rock

- meanwhile someone let yurio have a drink to celebrate
- just one
- but he’s a baby and has no alcohol tolerance at all
- now he’s trying to fight jj
- otabek is holding him back
- otabek is flattered his tiny soldier bff wants to fight on his behalf but really please don’t, we’ll get kicked out of the party

- yakov was really pleased at the start of the night because he’s so proud of yuri and he’s quietly proud of victor too for not being a completely awful coach
- but now yuri is making a huge scene and stole someone’s glove for the express purpose of smacking jj in the face with it (GONNA CHALLENGE HIM TO A DUEL LIKE A PROPER FUCKING GENTLEMAN)
- and victor has come over to lean on him and babble about making yakov get ordained so he can officiate his and yuuri’s wedding and yakov YAKOV can you walk me down the aisle too, can you do both?? YOURE LIKE MY DAD YAKOV
- yakov is too old for this

Whumpp whomp

' come and see me ' / ' twoAM ' sentence starters.

based on this song and this song

  • “things are getting intense now.”
  • “can i come kick with you?”
  • “i hear you talking about ’ we ’ a lot.”
  • “i can see everything you’ve been doing.”
  • “i know you don’t love me.”
  • “i hear you talking about ’ we ’ a lot, oh, you speak french now?”
  • “do you wanna hang right now?”
  • “that’s asking a lot of you.”
  • “come and see me for once.”
  • “you don’t ever come to me.”
  • “why don’t you ever come to me?”
  • “i’ve been up for two whole days thinking what i did to keep you going.”
  • “i know it burns to be in love.”
  • “i’ll admit i’m sorry when i feel i’m truly sorry.”
  • “things change.”
  • “i know your kind - how you lie like that.”
  • “i know you’re mine.”
  • “things change, people change, feelings change, too.”
  • “i never thought the circumstances would have changed you.”
  • “i could have done better shit with my life.”
  • “i’ve gotta move on.”
  • “you’ve got me fucked up.”
  • “i can’t even lie to you.”
  • “from this point on, trust nobody.”
  • “it’s never too late.”
  • “why you gotta start, girl?”
  • “we make time for the things that we want.”
  • “i might be thirsty for you.”
  • “you’re doing things to make me feel the way you feel.”
  • “how could you blame me?”
  • “this thing is getting one-sided.”
  • “do you need me?”
Discoveries. (Preview) [M]

Hey guys, here is something i’m working on for now, i gained inspiration from something as i wrote this, AND SEBUNTEASE IS BACK IN BUSINESS HOES.

“Jihoon, why don’t you trust me?” You say in a faint whisper, head hung low, just staring at the dull ground.

“Because you keep on doing things that make me suspicious!” He raised his voice at you, you loudly scoff at his statement.

“You’re the one who is thinking bad of everything we do! What, I can’t hang out with my best friend anymore?” You fired back, scrambling to get off the bed.

“Well it seems like you’re doing more than just ‘hanging out’, I wouldn’t be surprised if you two were actually fucking behind my back.” You roll your eyes ignoring his statement, you really had to go, your tongue was itching to say something really mean, you were pissed beyond words. Just as you stood up to leave, he noticed you were about to make a run for it, so before you could, he grabs you by your waist and drags you back to the bed. But you struggle under his grip, the towel loosened because of how much you squirmed, your legs hanging by the edge, your damp hair against the sheets as he hovered above you.

“I’m not done talking, Y/N.” He grunts, holding you down. You pause momentarily and glare at him sharply.

“Well, I am.” You spat, he looks at you, dumbfounded at your choice of words, he wasn’t sure what you meant by it, and he so deeply wished that it wasn’t what he was thinking about.

“If you have nothing good to say to my fucking face then I am done with you, Lee Jihoon.” You say completely serious, with no hesitation present in your voice as you stared straight into his eyes. You felt his hold on you loosen, his eyes slightly widened actually feeling scared by your words, just hearing them come out from your mouth, he couldn’t explain what he was feeling, but never in his life had he’d ever have been so afraid, afraid of losing you.