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anonymous asked:

Just watched a video and this one chick just said that mob psycho was just a copy cat of one punch man with lisa frank and idk why but it kinda just pissed me off a lot.

Youtubers are weird man, they say weird things 

like this one guy that was pissed of Yoi getting shit in the crunchawards and said that the mp100 fandom were just a group of pedophiles 

and that was the moment when I unsubscribed 

Ladybug Stole My Phone?

Here is your (unfortunately very late) @mlsecretsanta gift, @nkvictory! This wound up going a little longer than I expected, but I hope you enjoy!

Thanks very much for the idea that led to this and for looking it over @ladyserendipitous. Thanks also to @agrestenoir and @panda013 for idea bouncing so much!


A floating woman might be cause for concern in any other city in the world but Paris. After all, months of Hawkmoth’s unusual brand of attempted larceny had long since rendered most Parisians numb to the sight of akumatized victims. Rather than panic, they planned their days around the sites of attacks. Unsurprisingly, most of the reactions consisted of calling or texting friends to avoid a certain street until Ladybug and Chat Noir had taken care of things or worrying about how they’d manage to pick up lunch if an akuma temporarily smashed the restaurant.

Ladybug arrived on the scene shortly after the floating woman was reported to the Ladyblog. One of the perks of being Alya’s best friend was learning about Ladyblog alerts ahead of even her readers. So, when Alya told her to take a different route to school, Marinette knew she’d be late for her first class.

Chat Noir arrived on scene seconds after her, already scanning the area for signs of anyone who might have been affected by the floating villain. “Any idea what she’s doing?”

“Nothing as far as I can tell,” Ladybug answered, still watching the woman. “The Ladyblog says she hasn’t moved since she flew up there.”

“So, what’s she waiting for?”

Violet eyes locked on theirs, and the woman grinned as she flew down to meet them, landing an arm’s length away.

“Us, apparently,” Ladybug answered as she straightened and readied her yo-yo.

“Welcome, heroes,” the akumatized woman spoke. “Hawkmoth asked me to pass along a message.”

Chat Noir frowned. “Message?”

Before either of the heroes could react, the woman moved forward and placed a palm on both of their foreheads. She whispered something low and quick, too brief for them to understand.

Ladybug jerked away first. The woman shot up into the sky, barely avoiding Ladybug’s yo-yo. Chat Noir rubbed his forehead and scowled. “What was that?”

He looked up and briefly gave chase, but by the time he leapt up to a higher vantage point, the villain was long gone. Ladybug landed beside him. “She’s gone.”

He sighed. “Yeah, it looks like it.”

“What?”

He turned to look at her. “It does look like she’s gone.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” She raised a brow. “Any idea where she went?”

He shook his head.

“Wonder what that hand thing was.”

His eyes widened. Somehow, he’d heard Ladybug’s voice, but her mouth hadn’t moved at all. While he assumed she hadn’t become a ventriloquist overnight, he couldn’t manage another idea that made any sense.

“I’m not a ventriloquist, kitty.” She’d watched his lips carefully, and when his wonderings bled into her thoughts, she knew exactly what the akumatized victim had done to them.

“You can hear my thoughts?” he asked, aloud this time.

She nodded. “We need to find that akuma. Now.”

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So I did this woman’s color and I followed the formula that was on her paper bc she said she really liked it, so I did the service and she wounds up sobbing and telling the educators that i fucked up her bangs and color.

… but i never touched her bangs and the color was the same color she’s been getting.

so after she leaves with a free service, i go to lunch and see her at mcdonalds laughing and talking to someone on the phone about how she managed to get a free service. i literally could not believe it.

i walked up next to her in line so she could see me and she jumped so fast. like yes, you tried it.

Stitches

Title: Stitches

Author: the-friendly-mushroom

Original Imagine Link: Imagine being out on a case and getting cut really really badly and Sam and Dean rushing to stop the bleeding.

Warnings: blood, swearing, really bad emergency first aid knowledge on my part

Word Count: 600

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything but I saw this one and thought I’d give it a shot. So, fair warning, because I’m super rusty and I don’t know anything about stitching up wounds or anything related to major flesh wounds.

Fic:

           “Shiiiit,” you groaned, grabbing at the gaping wound on your leg. That damn wendigo had gotten you good. You looked down at your leg, blood pouring between your hands. “Well that’s gonna leave a scar.”

           You heard Sam and Dean shouting back and forth at each other in the distance, followed by a bang that you hoped to god was the wendigo going up in flames. You needed out of here.

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Bless. I’ll remind them that ‘a follow means nothing’ the next time they get excited about Louis following someone who did something with Mick Jagger who Harry mentioned in a new interview and so therefore is being supportive. And again, look at how Louis doesn’t have access to his own account, except when he’s following people (Like Project JHO) who fit the Larrie narrative.

They are so wound up they can’t keep their stories straight for more than 24 hours.

Bless ‘em.

holy shit, look who FINALLY drew her nightsister oc.

this is xastha taake, a nightsister who was kidnapped from dathomir by a band of marauding trandoshans for the purpose of being used as prey in a canned hunt. lucky for xastha, one of the hunters had a change of heart, and the two wound up escaping together (and eventually getting married lmao). xas harbours some pretty intense survivor’s guilt pertaining to the massacre of the nightsisters during the clone wars, but gets by day to day by looking out for other survivors.

anonymous asked:

There's been a shooting in a school here in Monterrey. I don't know what to do. A student killed kids. It's almost the same as Columbine. I feel weird. My mind's spinning, my stomach is sick. I think I'm not going to be a Columbiner anymore.

I’m so sorry to hear about this! It’s always hard when something terrible hits so close to home in a community you know very well. From the sound of it, I’m glad to hear that you’re at least safe from immediate harm – I hope the same also goes for your friends, family, and other people you know. =) It’s tragic that this new shooting wound up being another loss of life, though, and my prayers are with everyone affected.

The most you can do right now is let yourself feel it all and do what you can for your community around you. Use this safe space you’re in to listen to yourself and the world around you – you will know what is needed, and you will know how to give. If it’s uncomfortable for you to be a part of the Columbiner community right now in light of this, then take your distance and the time that you need. I will say this, however: what you have learned from Columbine will be with you and will hopefully allow you to navigate this current space with greater empathy and intelligence.

I’ll be thinking of you and your community in the days to come! <3

A couple birthdays ago, I wanted to go to Big Sur to celebrate. I brought my camera, but this was the only classic coast picture I wound up taking. And it was while we were driving. I was too nervous to speak up and say “just pull over for a minute so I can indulge in my passion for making art!!”. And I sort of kinda regret it because I’ve traveled so many beautiful places, I’ve had so many photo ideas, and I just would sit there and roll down the window and hope I was getting a shot I liked. But I also sort of don’t regret it, because it makes the rare pictures like these a little bit more special. And then when I look at them, I can remember how special it was in that moment to be myself and take that picture anyways, even though all I could hear in the background is “can you just put your camera away already?”. It reminds me that when I have the balls to do what makes me happy, I feel good and get closer to the goals I’m working for. And it reminds me that when people can’t understand why you’re doing what you do, it doesn’t really matter anyways

anonymous asked:

if they had stalkers and fans over the house it makes sense why there would be high chairs thrown around. i think they were just trying to reinforcr that it was legit so things go smoothly and he's met with pity rather than suspicion once it turns out he's not the father. i can imagine that would br sjpr's approach.

the stalkers aren’t as deeply wound up in it all so they’d have to put on a show for them too

So frustrated and wound up tonight… Duno if it’s cause I’m sick of being uncomfortable or just cause… Lol I made myself into a pregnant Burrito on the floor with a nest of jumpers as a pillow. 😂

everhateyourname  asked:

Flannery was easily my favorite gym leader from Hoenn (I loved her hair) and I do not see enough of her in general. Do you have any head canons for how she started as a pokemon trainer?

Flannery staring out as a trainer??? Ah~ sure!

- She was so damn flustered when she received her Torkoal. She tried to give it a nickname and ended up going in seven directions with it before settling on one.

- She enjoyed the various battles, but found herself constantly homesick.

- When she completed her journey, she took a small siesta. Ironically, she didn’t have it in her to leave even then and wound up going to the hot springs of Lavaridge.

~ ModGruntcle

How did that make you better at Stealth?!

Background: Okay, so during the last session I DMed, all my players were within 200xp of leveling up, and I thought it’d be more dynamic if I had them bring in two character sheets; basically, level up ahead of time, and I’ll tell you when you get to switch over. It might be triggered by particularly interesting RP, or a good round of combat, but they wouldn’t know until it happened.

Most people stuck to their current class, but the Ranger had been talking for a while about how he was looking forward to taking a level in Rogue; he also wound up going off on his own for a while, and being the first to level up as a result.

Ranger: *has just made it over a wall to a restricted area, using a rope to access a nearby house, an act which included several bad rolls in and of itself*

DM: Okay, just as you make it into the window, the guards come around the corner. [rolls] One of them doesn’t seem to notice anything, but his friend grabs him by the shoulder, and points out the rope hanging over the road.

DM (as guard): “Hello? Who’s there?”

Ranger: Oh. I’d like to roll Stealth, and then [rolls] …Nothing, because that was a natural one.

DM: What were you going to do?

Ranger: Well, it doesn’t matter; they know where I am, and I just made it more–

DM: Nonono, that roll was to see how stealthily you managed to pull off whatever you were going to do. The nat-one still applies. What were you going to do?

Ranger: *sighs* I was going to cut the rope and try to slip away.

DM: Okay. You pull the rope taught, and go to cut it with your belt knife. The blade slips, and skids across your hand. You take [rolls] three points of damage–

Ranger: God damn it…

DM: And inadvertently let off a small curse, alerting them to your presence. *smiles* You know, they didn’t necessarily know where you were before? They just saw a rope, they didn’t know which way you crossed.

Ranger: Yeah yeah… What sort of room am I in, by the way?

DM: Oh, it’s like an extra bedroom, but it’s currently being used for storage. The guards approach the door, and you hear knocking from below. There’s no response. After a while, you hear the guard enter the house.

Ranger: Is there anywhere to hide?

DM: Not really; I mean, you could try to fit under the bed… 

Ranger: Anywhere to tie a rope off to?

DM: What are you thinking?

Ranger: I could drop the rope out of the window, and shimmy down while he comes up to look for me.

DM: Roll me Perception.

Ranger: [rolls] Twenty-one.

DM: There’s some furniture, and flaws around the window, sure. Glancing out it as you look, you notice the other guard waiting by the entrance.

Ranger: Dammit! He’s standing watch.

DM: The footsteps pass underneath you, and start up the stairs…

Ranger: Which way does the door open? Into the room I’m in, or out?

DM: What? Um… [rolls] Out. 

Ranger: *grins* Oh, wonderful! Then I’m going to take my beartrap, and set it up right inside the door.

DM: *starts laughing* …What?

Ranger: I’ve got a beartrap I keep with me. I want to set it up right inside the door, so that he’ll step in it when he enters. It’ll snap shut on his leg, which ought to make him yell; his buddy will come running, and I’ll be able to escape. 

Paladin: Can he do that?!

DM: *flipping through notes, still laughing* Well, um… What’s the Reflex save on that?

Ranger: No save, he just has to Perceive it. DC20.

Healer (to Ranger): Don’t you have to roll to set it up?

Ranger: Nope! I’ve got the equipment description right here.

Ranger (reading from book): “Sharp jaws spring shut around the creature’s ankle and halve the creature’s base speed (or hold the creature immobile if the trap is attached to a solid object)” –I didn’t have time to do that, so it’ll just limit his movement— “+10 to Attack, 2d6+3 Damage, DC20 Perception to notice, and they need to make a DC20 Strength check in order to take it off.”

Ranger: Remember, it’s night time, and the room’s pretty dark, so that should have some effect on his Perception check.

DM: Oh, it will… *puts down notes* You know what? Sure. You set up the bear trap in front of the door, hearing him reach the top of the stairs as you finish. *struggling to keep voice stable and not choke*

Paladin: Oh my god…

Ranger: *biggest shit-eating grin you’ve ever seen* You’re not there. I back into the corner by the window, tie off my other rope, and get ready to run. 

DM: You’re not trying to hide?

Ranger: Nope!

DM: Okay. He comes down the hall, opens the door… [rolls] *slowly places hands over face*…Rolls a one on his Perception check…

Ranger: …Oh dear.

Healer: He falls head-first into the trap, and dies instantly! Completely silently.

DM: He does see you by the window, and is distracted by that–

DM (guard): “Hey!”

DM: –and as he goes to take a step in, his foot catches on the threshold, and he falls forwards.

Healer: Oh shit!

DM: *struggling to breathe* Roll me damage.

Ranger: [rolls] …Fourteen.

DM: The trap snaps shut on his knee. [rolls] He fails his Will save, and lets off a shriek, that eventually devolves into cursing. You hear the other one rush inside at the noise.

DM (other guard): “Eriz? Are you okay?!”

Ranger: I toss my rope, and I’m out the window!

Paladin: I cannot believe this.

DM: As you slide down the rope, you hear the guard in the trap yell “Out front! He’s getting away!” I assume you’re just picking a dark alley and bolting?

Ranger: Yeah, whatever’s closest.

DM: Roll me Stealth.

Ranger: [rolls] Goddamnit!

Healer: Seriously?!

Ranger: One!

Paladin: If you get arrested, I’m not bailing you out.

DM: Okay. The other one reverses direction at the shout, and dashes out into the street just in time to see you dash into the alley. What’s your movement?

Ranger: Um… thirty.

DM (other guard): “Stop!”

DM: You hear heavy armored footsteps chasing after you.

Ranger: Oh, he’s armored! That’ll slow him down!

DM: Yeah. Make me one last Stealth check. [rolls]

Ranger: [rolls] …I’m changing dice. Eight?

DM: *places head down on table, finally cracking and dissolving into full body-shaking, gasping-for-air-laughter* He got a six.

Healer: What?!

Paladin: No.

DM: Darting through the alleyways, you eventually hear his footsteps fall behind; you successfully lose him along the way.

DM: *laughs for a good twenty seconds before managing to recover* You can take your higher level sheet now.

Ranger: Woohoo!

I want Keith and Pidge to bond over how hard it is to deal with people (x)

9 years ago I tried to kill myself. I was in and out of hospitals and treatment centers from then on. I was self destructive, I lost people I loved, and I did whatever I had to do to cope with my misery. I dated a guy who forced himself on me and who abused me whenever I did something he didn’t like. I went away to college to try to start over and realized I couldn’t get out of bed to go to class. I tried to transfer back home but I stopped eating and wound up back in treatment. I dropped out of college and couldn’t work much more than a part time job. I struggled daily to get out of bed. I hated myself. I stopped sleeping, self harmed frequently, I was a mess. I thought I would never get better, and I never expected it to make it to my 21st birthday. But now I’m in a healthy, beautiful relationship with the girl of my dreams. I go to school full time, play college softball, work part time. I’m applying for nursing school while training to be a lifeguard. I have some money saved for when I’m ready to move out with my girlfriend. I never made any plans for a future, because I was positive I wouldn’t have one. Luckily, I am in an amazing place in my life. I should have never made it this far, but I am so thankful for all the reasons that I am. For anyone who thinks they can’t go on any longer, for anyone who swears there’s no way it’ll get better, it does. Please wait, you deserve to be alive to see it.

Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?

Summary: 1940s Bucky saves you from your best friend’s drunk brother. You patch up his wounds and one thing leads to another.

Warnings: Smut!

Word Count: Almost 3900

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