will this even show in your tags omg i don't even know okay




Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me, and belongs to the person who created it. The only thing I own is the plot.

Also, sorry it’s short;;;; I’m writing this while I’m sick and tired and I feel like I’m dying, so I’m just gonna try and get this over with so I can take a nap or just sleep in general =^=

Also, really really sorry. It ended up shorter than I expected. Gosh I’m tired. Anyways, Imm gonna call it done, I don’t know what else to add to it. I’ll probably write something longer in the future

Dipper - Majors in creative writing - 17
Mabel - Majors in mixed media art - 17

Mason - Majors in psychology - 21
Belle - Majors in fashion designer - 21

Tyrone - Majors in sport science - 19
May - Majors in human physiology - 19

(None of the Mabel’s are in it)

“You do realize that most stories like this are quite overused, right? I’m sorry to disappoint you Dipper, but I suggest rewriting this, or starting over, so it won’t end up as a cliché,” Mason sighed, tapping his long and thin fingers on the table.

Dipper groaned, and pressed the heels of his hands against his brown eyes. “Knew it,” he hissed underneath his breath, the corner of his lips curled into a scowl. “Shouldn’t have listened to my peers when they said it would have been easier,” he grumbled under his breath, not removing his small hands from their place on his head.

“I suggest not listening to your peers at all,” Tyrone butted in, taking a seat next to Dipper at the kitchen table. He had a red apple in hand, already taking a bite out of it. “They don’t really help with much at all, really.” The man shrugged, and tipped his chair back, resting his feet on the table, crossing his ankles. He frowned, and took small nibbles out of the red fruit in his hand. “Then again, that’s just me.”

“Feet off of the table, you heathen,” Mason hissed, glaring at Tyrone’s feet. “We eat here, so at least show some respect and get your dirty feet off.” Mason’s face scrunched up a bit as he leaned back in his seat.

Tyrone just stuck his tongue out, before flipping the bird, and continuing to eat his apple. Mason huffed, and decided that dealing with Tyrone could happen later.

“As I was saying earlier,” Mason nodded his head a little, thinking before he continued, “editing this or rewriting it would help very much. I would say that if you just get rid of a few sentences or fix them, then you’ll be good. A solid ‘B’, in my opinion,” he hummed. Mason stopped tapping the table, and glanced up at Dipper and Tyrone, the former still in the same position (and had started groaning softly), and the latter still slowly eating an apple silently. “I.. Wouldn’t want you to rewrite the entire thing of course…” He said slowly, eyeing Dipper. “Are you okay?” Mason asked, tone oddly sympathetic for once.

“Mmmmhmmmmm, a-okay, totally gonna be alright. Yep. All good over here. Totally not gonna have to rewrite the entire thing,” Dipper removed his hands from his eyes, and shifted a bit, before letting his head drop on the table with a soft ‘thump’. “A-okay,” Dipper repeated, giving his brothers a thumbs up, his hand then disappearing underneath the table.

“Think you broke him, bro,” Tyrone commented, twirling his apple on his finger before taking a bite out of it. “Not the first time this happened. I think Mabel said something about this happened when they finished finals. Not sure though.” Tyrone shrugged, finishing his apple. Tossing the core up in the air and catching it, he tossed it at Mason, grinning widely.

Mason glared at Tyrone, catching the apple core. “Ew,” he mumbled distastefully, face scrunching up in disgust. He stood up, and walked over to the trash can, dropping the apple core in it. “Next time, just throw it away,” Mason hissed, glaring at Tyrone.

Tyrone grinned at his older brother, and gave the man finger guns. “Bang,” Tyrone said, his hand moving up a bit so it looked like he shot Mason. Despite it being his fingers.

Mason rolled his blue eyes, sitting back down, crossing his right leg over his left. He put his elbow the table, and rested his chin in the palm of his head. “You sure you’re okay Dipper?” He received a groan in response.

“We’ll take that as a yes!” Tyrone said, smiling. Mason glared at him, and Tyrone just winked at the other brunette.

anonymous asked:

Hellooo ! I hope you're okay ! I really really love your Rub-e AU, aaaand i was wondering... If you could maybe do a masterpost about it (or if you did one could you give me a link ?) i had some questions like so they're gems ? They don't have anything to do with robots ? What's ruby "directive" ? What about Sapphire's then ? What does the others gems stands for ? (I'm really sorry if you already ask these)

i actually love it whren ppl ask me world building questions dont worry omg!!!

on my blog it’s all under the rub.e au tag on my blog but i can answer ur immediate questions now!!!

  • “so they’re gems ? They don’t have anything to do with robots ?“

they’re more like current homeworld gems in the show, blending magic with robotic parts (though with more emphasis on their robotic components rather than their magical components), some of the gems are immediately fused to robotic appendages or components immediately after being “made” (like LAP-S, she is unable to summon her wings because robotic scrubbers were attached to her gem after “birth”, powering them as well as immobilizing her)

  • “What’s ruby “directive” ?“

RUB-E’s directive comes into play with the homeworld agreement with earth, in the au humanity and gemkind reached an agreement that they would use their planet for kindergarten projects for a certain amount of time, if conditions get to harsh they will provide refuge on ships temporarily, then when the time comes that earth is no longer a viable kindergarten planet, the RUB-E units were sent en-masse to earth to dismantle and destroy all remaining gem tech on earth so earth would return to life sustaining status

early on, the diamond authority knew that wasn’t going to happen, not like they really cared about humanity or anything, it was really just to get them to stop bothering them, not even 5 years after beginning operation clean-up did they stop sending resources to earth, even after all the homeworld warps had been destroyed and the healing fountains run dry, even after the intense manual labour worked all the earth-class RUB-E units to death, a small “unbalanced” RUB-E with her gem in her hand kept a low profile and managed to keep going, even after knowing no one was coming back for her

so RUB-E continues to dismantle and destroy gem tech, it’s all she really has anymore, besides digging through ancient human junk. you gotta keep busy somehow, y’know?

  • “What about Sapphire’s then ?” 

SAF-IR was essentially a “probe-class” gem, originally created to be used within the time of operation clean-up’s debut, but was kept bubbled on the Axinite (THATS THE NAME OF THE SHIP I FORGOT TO MENTION), until Rose Quartz became captain, naturally knowing more about gem protocol than typical human captains before her, she was able to assess and send out the long-forgotten SAF-IR probes to earth without JASP-R getting to them first to stop her

SAF-IR’s directive is to assess the current status of earth, whether or not it is suitable to be colonized by the humans, and to locate a living specimen of plant life to confirm earth has regained life-sustaining properties

  • “What does the others gems stands for ?” 

I have this all typed up in another ask draft im gonna post soon >83c

Felt like drawing other characters than usual -mostly inspired by people around me or people I saw on Internet and all, the common thing being that they all have “flaws” (I don’t think these are “flaws” tho but ??? Sorry for failing at drawing different body types and thingies, especially stretch marks ∩˙~˙∩) 

I started writing a bunch of words about who mostly inspired what in these characters but I thought they’d be too long to read here, so you can read them under cut if you want ❀

Bonus :

Sometimes (often), people may not be as kind as on the Internet, as it can happen the other way as well ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Of course, this does not mean that you’re worth any less ! If you feel comfortable in your body, don’t let anyone tell you what to do with it, especially if it’s just for “beauty” or for other people’s thoughts, or if it just doesn’t have anything to do with health or for important things like that ! As long as you feel fine and healthy in your body, no one should say anything about your body unless you directly ask them for ☆


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annebonnyish  asked:

Hi there! Sorry to bother you. I just wanted to say that I love seeing all your Being Human posts/tags … and I was wondering if you'd mind taking the time to write out something about your thoughts on John Mitchell? Judging from your tags, I feel like you would have a very interesting, balanced take on his character; most people I follow on tumblr either love him and forgive all his faults, or they completely hate him. And if you don't have time, that's okay too. Thanks! :)

omg you’re not bothering me at all! i’m surprised anyone would actually ask for my opinion about well anything, really. 

(you’re probably gonna be really disappointed in this i’m sorry baby)


(includes lots of pictures, some gifs, and a few quotes)

mitchell is so special to me. i can spend hours (edit: i literally just did) studying and breaking him apart. he’s a bad character, and a lot of people miss that because of the whole “mitchell is pretty he can do no wrong” thing which even i suffered from. but if you excuse everything he’s done, and just focus on his looks then oh boy y OU ARE MISSING ONE HELL OF A CHARACTER IT’S A ROLLER-COASTER

he’s both good and bad; he’s both a hero and a villian—boy, you are something

i love mitchell, i always have, and probably always will. bUT with that said, i will probably always hate him, or be really bitter about him. because plainly: mitchell is a little shit who uses people as a means to an end and who always blames everyone else for his mistakes. 

what is mitchell’s means to an end? survival, probably. salvation, happiness—and you know what? it’s what a lot of humans do. strip away everything about humanity, and what’s the end goal? happiness, salvation from themselves, to survive as long as possible. BUT mitchell…abuses it…almost? that and he doesn’t do it right.

mitchell, sadly, suffers from something i like to call the saving complex which means that he seeks salvation from other people (from friends and/or lovers—usually those who have no vampiric influence, they complicate things even more). he both seeks salvation, and offers to give it BUT there’s a catch: you have to save him in order for him to save you—he never really says that directly, though, like “save me and i’ll save you” but it’s implied.


(season one; episode one)

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