wow this is so shit haha

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All I wanna be
Is somebody to you

Happy birthday @hchano! I tried to make a short lyric comic with kind of civilian Ladrien (AU?maybe?). I took shots of the video cause i dont know how to fashion ^^’ 

Also i noticed very late that in this video appeared Laura Marano…who sings the English dub of the Miraculous intro song hehe. So like…a funny coincidence there.

Hope you like it!

The sings as people who didn’t understand what the “Sings as” post was a reference to

Aries: “I guess I’m ok with mine.”
Taurus: “Wow this makes me feel super confident.” 
Gemini: “Half of me thinks this is stupid, the other half feels i may be an in-joke.”
Cancer: “Fucking unrealistic I hate this. Unfollowed.”
Leo: “Wow I DO like cats!”
Virgo: “I don’t act like that, this isn’t worth a reblog.”
Libra: “To be fair I did lick that swingset that one time.”
Scorpio: “This is total shit, they’re talking about spiders. It’s Scorpio, idiots.” 
Sagittarius: “Wow this is like… So me… I feel it on a deep level. Horses, yeah.” 
Capricorn: “Haha lol what?”
Aquarius: “Everyone knows astrology is fake you asshole.” 
Peixes: “They spelled Pisces wrong???”

I’m a new dm for a group of relatively new players, running a short campaign ‘cause I wanted to try my hand at dming and they wanted to play. 

Long story short, the players have to convince the ghost of an ancient king to give them the password to open a secret vault and get the treasure as they were hired to do. I’ve decided to play the king, Caul, as a semi-genocidal and extremely lonely old man who doesn’t want the conversation to end. I’d been having fun distracting them talking about skee ball, murder, and Caul’s beautiful wife whom he loved very much, but they finally got out of him some important info. 

Ollie, the party warlock: So, you’re waiting for the “chosen ones,” and you’ll tell them the password? 

Caul: Yes, that’s right. Oh, I’ve been down here for so LONG, you have no IDEA- 

Ollie, OOC: Can I just, like, convince him we’re the chosen ones? 

Me, OOC: Sure, roll persuasion.  

I was going to make something that obvious a tough roll, as this conversation was meant to be akin to a boss fight in difficulty. I figured they’d have to get a 20 to successfully convince him with just one roll. I wanted them to test their roleplaying capabilities and have a little fun with it instead, and Ollie hadn’t rolled above a 10 all evening so I wasn’t worried. 

Ollie: *rolls 19, +3 to get 22* HAHA 

Me, OOC: Oh shit, okay. Um, so what do you say?

Ollie, OOC: I convince him we’re the chosen ones?

Me, OOC: Yeah, but how? What do you say to convince him? 

Ollie, after much deliberation: We are the chosen ones. 

Caul: Wow, I suddenly believe you, I guess. 

ap lit exam recap
• *misspells literature on a literature exam*
• white male classmate dared other white male classmate to list his race as african-american
• other white male classmate actually did it
• proctor: “remember not to share test content with anyone or college board will snipe you :-)”
whole class: *muffled giggling*
• aforementioned white male classmates made a $25 bet that the essay prompts will be shakespeare
• “i’m sure your brains will all be fried after this-” “what’s a brain? i’ve never had one”
• all men are trash: ap lit edition
• no seriously who hurt college board
• when u uncle babamukuru com home and make hte education
• julia just cut your fucking hair damn lucretia doesnt get paid enough to put up with this
• there was a giant fuck-off raven outside during the break. i felt the spirit of edgar allen poe upon me
• ya_like_jazz.png
• marriage prompt people: haha wow that exam was so easy :-)
• jazz prompt people: college board killed my family
• we had to write an essay on the complex interplay of the emotions & social behaviors of a man named perry pickle. i shit you not
• “how does the character’s origin affect the meaning of the novel” *whole class breaks into tears of joy and relief as we realize we can write about frankenstein*

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AU where Lance is the captured Kerberos pilot and Keith is part of the royal Galra family

keith is basically a proud wife seeing his hubby manage to beat the crap out all those aliens on the arena

i hc that each time lance wins a match he will get to kiss keith haha the rest is up to y’all 

Sam may have educated Mark on all the latest memes and sayings, but that doesn’t mean he uses them correctly. And his “””mistakes””” are all 100% calculated and intentional because he is secretly a Little Shit

*Joan drops something* “haha wow that is so fleek”

“Sam I just wanted to say that you have been very bae to me, so thank you”

*Damien broods in his general direction* “You’re being totally unlit right now Damien so maybe Netflix and chill okay?”

Every time he sees Caleb and Adam he dabs and they cringe

anonymous asked:

I've been staring at your art for a really long time, and I just have to ask: do you use a mouse to draw? Or maybe something like an ipad? Because your lines don't seem to have the pen pressure that most drawing tablets have--HAAHAHA I BET I SOUND LIKE A CREEPY STALKER--- I promise I don't sit around and just stare at your yuuri and viktor //SWEATS// and sorry if you've answered this somewhere! Have a nice day~

haha thanks! I use sai & when I line I do a linework layer and use the curve tool, it doesn’t have pressure unless you edit it w the pressure tool lmao. bc I can’t line for shit w the pen or anything the only way I’m ever going to come close to clean lineart is with the curve tool wow smh

I use a tablet, but tbh mouse users could probably do it too actually! I just like how clean it turns out idk. it’s rly useful esp when you’re like me & line really messily haha

sleepovers with jaemin

Originally posted by haechannie


for a lovely anon. i had fun doing this altho i was feeling out of it for a few days! hope you enjoy!!!!! jaemin is so beautiful inside and out i want 2 cry - admin amy


- ok so y’all would probably have sleepovers spontaneously 

- like jaemin would be like ‘wanna netflix & chill ;))

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You know what’d be a great fic idea for the secret-altean!lance theory?

One where his altean side is like a superhero idenity

Maybe something happens that’s messing with his ablity to shapeshift (alien tech, altean illness maybe) and he starts sneaking off whenever his true form reveals itself

Only he keeps bumping into the other paladins and they’re all like ‘omg another altean!’ only they don’t realize it’s Lance (If it’s previous blue paladin!Lance he keeps slipping away before they can ‘introduce’ him to Allura and Coran).  

And then when he’s human looking everyones talking about how he missed seeing this altean guy everyones certain he’d get along with and Lance is like ‘man, i can’t believe i misssed this guy, he sounds like great boyfriend material’.


Or maybe Lance legit becomes a superhero.  Like he’s feeling insecure and thinking he does too little for the team and so he starts sneaking out to help with the less ‘world wide’ problems in the galazy, or attacking smaller galran bases, or trying to find our information for keith and pidge about their families and his hero get up is literally his altean form and like a spare space pirate outfit

And news is quickly spreading of the altean hero and lance is just like ‘haha wow could that handsome devil be’  (in the case of previous blue paladin!lance, Allura and Coran are very confused)


Except theres that one paladin that just like narrows their eyes at him like ‘i am so on to you lance’ and starts trying to gain evidence that Lance is this mysterious altean because no one will believe them without photos

anonymous asked:

k so there's this Nasty blog i found that says a lot of stuff about aphrodite 'striking down het guys who pretend to be lesbians' (aka trans lesbians) so... got any headcanons of aphrodite supporting her trans daughters piper/drew/etc?

I’VE SEEN THAT BLOG >:0 it makes me so angry!!!!! te/rfs aint worth shit, my friend, trust me. lesbians love women, ter/fs hate women … my only conclusion is that ter/fs are the fake lesbians, not beautiful incredible trans women and trans girls. i recommend following @translesbianaphrodite! they’re nearing their follower goal and their blog is just lovely! they post all kinds of positivity, mostly at sapphic ppl, especially of the trans/not cis variety! (and they are a hellenic polytheist like yours truly!) send them some nice messages too, if you’d like, they certainly deserve them! 

anyways, on to the Good Stuff ™ 

DREW

- Drew Tanaka knew she was trans from basically birth. She was born, heard the doctor say “congratulations, it’s a boy!” and smacked the midwife over the-

Just kidding. But, really, from a very young age, she knew she was a girl. And we all know how Drew is - she doesn’t take no for an answer and she does not like being told she’s wrong. Her mama (not Aphrodite, other mama) has the obligatory few moments of “wow my son is really girly haha” before realizing “oh shit my son is actually a girl. uh. daughter i mean” and so she prays to Aphrodite, who she loved and who loved her. She asks Aphrodite what she can do to help her daughter. And Aphrodite like.. just shows up, says “Okay, check this out” and walks over to Drew. 

“Hey pretty girl!” Aphrodite greets her. “Do you know me?”

And Drew pauses from scratching her nose for a few seconds to look at the goddess Aphrodite. “You’re my mom, duh.”

And Aphrodite laughs. “I sure am. I don’t often get the time to check up on my babies, but I wanted to see how my little girl was doing.”

“I’m okay, I guess.” Drew shrugs. “I’m playing trucks, which is alright. People don’t know this, but the red one goes way faster.”

“I’ll bet it does. Red is one of my favorite colors.”

Drew brightens up a little, pushes her short, straight hair out of her eyes to look up at her mother. “It’s mine too! I guess that’s why you’re my mom.”

When Drew turns away to grab more of her toys to show her mom, Aphrodite turns to Mama Tanaka and gestures. ‘Just like that,’ she mouths. And Mama Tanaka understands.

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This continues for some time, Mama not understanding exactly what Drew needs. It took her a long, long time just to accept that she herself enjoyed the ‘company’ of other women - this trans stuff is hard to get used to. Not for a moment does she ever make that Drew’s problem. When Drew doesn’t want to change her name (”What do you mean? Drew is a girl’s name because I’m a girl. Do you think it’s a boy’s name?” “Of course not, pumpkin.”), when Drew wants her nails painted a different color every nail, when Drew wants her hair done up in pigtails even though it’s still too short…. Mama never makes it Drew’s problem. She and Drew work together to find a solution, and Mama works to understand Drew.

When Drew comes home from school talking about a ‘pretty girl i’m gonna marry one day’, Mama isn’t sure what to think. This should be one of the easier once, since it’s something she’s quite used to feeling too, but she wishes she could call on Aphrodite every time something happened. Parenting was hard. She never, ever wanted to hurt Drew. So she calls on Aphrodite through the ways she knows how; memory.

Like Aphrodite did so long ago, Mama takes it in stride, smiles reassuringly. “Is that so? Is she very pretty?” (”The prettiest!”)

Mama does this every time something like this happens. Every time a kid at school says something cruel, or Drew gets another crush, or her daughter picks up a new interest, or anything at all, Mama smiles and pets her hair and encourages her. She doesn’t make a big deal out of things, doesn’t ask accusatory questions. She’s gentle like sea foam on sand, like a breeze that shakes the flame of a candle but does not blow it out. She becomes that which reminds her of the lover she once had, the lover that gave her her beloved daughter, her Drew.

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i just know that if i keep writing this is going to end up 100k words so uh…. i’ll keep working on it privately and maybe post it on ao3 because i am yelling and i didnt realize this was something i loved this much omg… thank you for sending the ask! - mod will

anonymous asked:

Could you do one where the boys come to wake their crush by pulling the blankets back but find they're naked? :3

heck to the yes i can


It’s rare that Noctis ever wakes up before his crush, so he’s taking advantage of the moment. They always wake him up by yanking the covers off of him, so it’s payback time. Except he yanks back the covers and they’re naked. He curses almost loudly enough to wake his crush up. He warps right out of the room and slams the door, which probably does wake his crush up. He looks like he’s having a bonfire under his cheeks, his face is so red. From that point until his crush leaves the room, Noct sits outside, refusing entry to anyone and everyone. He’s extra awkward around his crush for the rest of the day.

Prompto pulls back the covers with good intentions – the other boys are getting antsy but none of them were particularly keen on waking his crush. As soon as his crush’s body is uncovered, he lets out this super high-pitched squeal thing and he flings the covers back over their body. Abort mission. Abort mission. Except that his crush wakes up and sees him, and his brain is short-circuited so when they ask him what was going on, he just sputters. “N-nothing! Everything is fine! I was checking up on you, you know, b-but I’ll leave you alone to get dressed. Not that you’re not dressed or anything!!! Haha!!Get outta there, sunshine. His crush is very confused.

Gladio thought he would never meet someone who could sleep longer than Noct, but of course, he not only met them but he developed a crush on them. He would find it endearing if he could be there cuddling with them, but no. So he yanks back the covers, sees them, and his first thought is “wow, they’re naked,” and a millisecond later, “Oh shit, they’re naked” And he’s outta there as fast as a person can go without warping. This man puts Sonic the Hedgehog to shame. He calms himself down. Okay. His crush sleeps naked. Okay. Okay. 

Breakfast is getting cold, and Ignis knows his crush isn’t a huge fan of reheated foods (unless it’s pizza) and so he goes to wake them up. He pulls back the covers and – oh, his crush is naked. Ignis.exe has stopped working. Would you like to restart? Yes? Rebooting – Ignis drops the covers where they lay and slowly, silently backs out of the room. He shuts the door behind him when he leaves. He needs to remember how to breathe. He can’t stop thinking about it for the rest of the day. He apologizes later on.

anonymous asked:

HOLY SHIT, the last photo you reblogged from JK (b/w), his hands are huuuuugeee. I already knew but still.. WOW (I approve of you being a jeon jungkook hand appreciation blog part time, haha)

Originally posted by sugastongue

I know, right? They’re… so… big.

Also, part time? I must be slacking. I will work harder to spam this blog with even more JJK’s hands.

Anon: i scroll and see jimin and kook… all normal… i start reading your korean tags… IM SCREAMING… “you like him that much jungkook~ah”… “hyung is lovely and loveable isn’t he”… I NO I this hurts me on a VISCERAL LEVEL because its all true for everybody AND IT SOMEHOW MAKES ME FEEL V STRONGLY  

GOOD. I’m glad you feel the same way because these two make me suffer excruciating amounts of pain 24/7. But Jungkook especially makes it bad because he wears his heart on his sleeve..

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…And I love it.

tobbles  asked:

And I'm sure you didn't mean it like that, but your response made me feel... weird?? Like it felt like you were just kind of saying 'well damn just shut the fuck up already, it doesn't fucking matter. Your shit opinion doesn't matter because that isn't required.' I'm sure you didn't mean it like that but it just... hurt. Wow I am terrified to send this haha.

That wasn’t what I meant honey.

I was a little irritated, and I think I was a little nasty to you, and I’m very sorry. It was unnecessary how I spoke to you. Let me rephrase that, okay?

The reason the sex aspect of this is so important to trans guys who aren’t sex repulsed is because for the longest time, they had two options: have sex without surgery and just basically be absolutely miserable b/c of bottom dysphoria (if they had bottom dysphoria, that is) or have bottom surgery and never orgasm. I know you’re sex repulsed, so we don’t have to explain that any further, but that’s why the sex is so important to some of these guys.

You, on the other hand, someone who is sex repulsed, don’t have to use to sex aspects of this at all. You could just use it to pee, and as probably one of the best packers ever. However, you could probably find a cheaper alternative since you don’t want the sex stuff.

And again, I’m very sorry I got snippy with you :(

do u ever just look at your bias group and think wow i love them so much like i know i make fun of them alot with things like ‘haha u fucking nerd’ and stuff but they’re actually amazing and i really appreciate the things they do for us fans because they go through so much shit and they barely get any sleep and they work so hard and sacrifice so much just to show us a good performance and please us even though they’re so tired and damn i really fucking love this group do i even deserve them.

Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

Pairings: Bitty/Kent, Kent/Jack, Bitty/Jack/Kent, Bitty/Jack
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: ~106k
Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, assassins, near death experiences, minor character death, weapons, angst with a happy ending, lots (and lots) of sex
Summary:  This is the end, Eric thinks. He’s been kidnapped and sentenced to death and this is the end. But well—at least his kidnapper is attractive. He supposes there are worse ways to go.
Author’s Note:
Alternate summary provided by @jacksbits
bitty: *meets a man who is likely to kill him*
bitty: aw shit
bitty: i’d fuck him tho

All (completely accurate plot) jokes aside, this fic is finally done!!! Wow, what a roller coaster. This fic started with the premise of ‘Kent would be a terrible kidnapper, wouldn’t he? haha!’ and completely snowballed into the story you see here. I had most of everything plotted out (minus some of the twists and sex scenes) from the very beginning, but it took way… way longer to get it all out than I thought it would. Thanks so much to those of you who’ve stuck with it this entire time, and for those who might’ve been waiting for it to finish before you started reading—it’s done!!!

Thanks to @yoursummerfrost and @jacksbits both for reading and betaing the whole entire thing for me. There are many others who I screamed at about this for a good chunk of time, and thanks to all of you as well <3

Don’t Let Me Die Before I Wake

(Final Chapter)

A Friend Of A Friend, These Strangers At The Party Never Paid

summary: “I left phone number on the bathroom stall wall and you text me about your day and your frustrations for a month & it’s really nice and cute but I still don’t know who you are” AU

words: 12.7k

warnings: smut, mentions of smoking, alcohol/being drunk, lack of imagination as far as fic titles are concerned

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Can you believe this was meant to be 3k?? I honeslty don’t know what happened there. all I know is that I have five exams in less than three weeks that I should be revising for and instead did this. yikes I hope this was worth it. (also pray4me that I don’t fail everything) x

Also on the topic of exams the actual reason I wrote this now was bc I’m kinda not gonna be writing for a while because of Lovely responsibilities and school stuff and revision so I’m gonna leave yall with this before I’m off Working and doing fun stuff that adults do.

I hope this is ok!!

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Dan’s halfway through skipping History when he does it.

He doesn’t know why he did it – he really doesn’t, he was just kind of bored one afternoon and happened to be carrying a Sharpie and hey, it’d just be a laugh, right? In a school like this, what’s the worst that could come out of leaving his phone number on a cubicle wall?

His pen squeaks across the pale blue paint, already tainted with curse words and penis drawings and tipp-ex and “Call _____ for a good time ;)”. He supposes the caretakers have given up with trying to cover up the graffiti – there are still thin layers of paint and chipped plaster coating every inch of the stall walls, at least showing attempted coverage, but people had just written over them, scribbles of song lyrics and “never got caught” tattooing every inch of the previously blank walls. No amount of assemblies or threats of “whoever did this-“, inserts picture of something someone had written about the Maths teacher on the hall projector, “is seriously going to pay” from the head teacher had ever stopped anyone, so, really, what does Dan have to lose? Sure, they could trace the phone number, but that doesn’t prove anything – he could just as easily throw on the ‘innocent’ act and say it was his friend.

07843983276, he writes. He doesn’t sign it off with any comment, nor kisses, not even a smiley face let alone a winking one. He just leaves it there, in a kind-of conspicuous place just above eye-level on the right hand side of the door, eleven digits amidst many others.

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OKAY. But like, my trashy wonkyun shipper mind couldn’t help but notice the fact that wonho drew changkyun and himself together above everyone else lol

(someone obviously needs to stop me haha)

I think google is broken cause I’ve been googling “mental abuse” for years and I always just get autobiographies of my dad? 🤔🤔