yeah i know i post this all the time

post 409 mood
  • me: going about my day, minding my own business, trying to live my life
  • my brain: ok so what if someone gave flint a hug
  • me: [hesitates for a second] yeah that'd be nice sure
  • my brain: right?? but what if someone hugged him AND stroked his hair??
  • me: [stuttering] y-yeah,, sounds cool,,,i guess
  • my brain: I KNOW!
  • me:
  • my brain:
  • me: ok are we done
  • me: [turns into a supernova and fucking explodes]
  • my brain: there. now we're done. as you were

anonymous asked:

Ewww seriously what is up with these folks thinking something will go on with Emma and the bartender. That Is just gross and wrong. Writers can be major idiots at times but doubt they are that bad. Also isn't Gideon supposed to be in scene with Emma and the bartender that is at the house. At least I remember all 3 were on set that night of the bartender actors post on insta.

Yeah, but they were on location.  Which means they were only shooting exteriors.  As far as we know, he never eve goes inside.  I’m sure the fact that Gideon is there means the situation is more malicious than romantic.  Yeah, I don’t think the writers would dare go there.

In honor of my 5th semester in a row of all A’s (hell yeah boiiiii) I’m going to make this post. I don’t know how I did it because I am honestly so lazy.

  1. Grades are reflective of your work ethic and your ability to strategize, not your intelligence.
  2. Be real with yourself. Are you sure you are ready to commit to perfect grades? Are you ready to work, day in and day out, when it sucks and classes are boring and hard? Are you ready to feel satisfied for all of the hard work you put in? If the answer is yes, congratulations. You are on your way to becoming a straight-A student.
  3. Prioritize classes. Not every class requires the same amount of work, and you should find out the hardest classes early on in the semester. These will take the most time, and you will have to spend extra time and effort to get a good grade. When choosing classes, make sure you will be able to handle them. Make sure you will be able to ace all of them, at the same time. That being said, don’t shy away from hard classes. You have to challenge yourself. Take a few AP’s. They are worth it.
  4. Make friends with teachers/professors, especially the ones that teach hard subjects. I am very close with my chemistry professor, and this has proved invaluable because I am able to get free tutoring, as well as a great recommendation letter for college apps.
  5. Have other goals. You need to do something that is not studying to keep you productive. I would highly recommend joining a sports team or club. I exercise (usually running and weightlifting) at least 2 hours a day, usually more. Playing 2 sports made me more healthy, social, and productive. Running calms me down, and weightlifting makes me feel strong. Do whatever makes you feel good, as long as it’s healthy.
  6. Learn to manage time well. How do I play 2 sports, get straight A’s, have a studyblr, and have time to spare? The answer is that I take care of myself well. I go to bed at 10:30 or 11 each night so I can get 7 ish hours of sleep. I do homework during lunch or in class so I don’t do it at home.
  7. Slack off. Yep. I said it. I complete assignments strategically, spending the most time on things worth the most points. Things that will only take a few minutes can occasionally be done in class right before the teacher is collecting homework. I have done this all too often. That being said, small assignments really do add up so make sure you do an acceptable job and turn them in on time.
  8. Turn something in. It is ok to sometimes slack off in quality, but if something is due, you better turn something in. Something is better than nothing. Getting extensions on assignments for no reason will make the teacher think you are lazy, or don’t care about their class. Every single essay and worksheet does not have to be your best work, but make sure you fill the basic assignment requirements, and it should be enough. 
  9. Extra. Credit. Some classes don’t offer this, but if they do, just freaking do it man. Knowing you can miss an assignment because you did extra credit earlier is the best feeling, especially when doing that assignment would have meant losing sleep. 
  10. Plan (sort of). I have a bullet journal where I write important assignments down. As I said, there are some assignments not worth your time that you can half-ass. The ones I write down are the ones I need to do well. If you write down every. last. assignment. you will burn out and stop planning altogether. 
  11. Sometimes, go above and beyond. You know that subject you really like? With an awesome teacher? Spend time on it. Make your project extra beautiful, and read ahead in the textbook. Watch video lectures online, and maybe even make a studyblr post about it. Your extra work might not be turned in for credit, but it will make you feel a whole lot more knowledgeable on the subject. Do this for classes you hate, too. Maybe it’s not as bad as you think it is. The extra effort might allow you to see the beauty in a subject you used to despise. 
  12. Be real with yourself (again). This past semester, I had a B+ for a few months in a subject I really love. I wasn’t mad, and I didn’t stress about it, because, honestly? It doesn’t really matter. Eventually I brought the grade up again, but it would be fine to me either way. 

OMG finally I’ve done it! It took me about two weeks but I’ve done it xD 

My Foxes. My boys. *-* I’m still trying to recover, yeah… However, every time I spot a post with a quote from aftg, I read it then look for it in the book and read the whole page, and you know what? I always feel the moment, but every time that feeling is going deeper.

Annnnd last but not least have a deep sea merm.

Phew finally done with Merjune Mermjuly Mergust Mermay; thanks so much all the contributions/asks : ]

Last q for you guys: which merms would you be interested to see the process for? (I know someone a waaaaaaay while back asked, sorry for the long wait, but I wanted to ask when I was actually done with everything.)


The RFA is having a celebration!

MC: Let’s play Never Have I Ever!

Saeyoung: OOH, yeah! That’s a fun one! And to make it better, let’s take shots every time!

Yoosung: Oh, geez…

Zen: Haha! I’ll probably get really drunk, you know that right?

Jumin: If worst comes to worst, I can call Driver Kim and have him escort you all home.

Jaehee: I suppose that will do. So, who will start?

Saeran: …I’ll go first.

Saeyoung: Way to go, lil bro! Taking the initiative!

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Fuck yeah,

after a very long time I finally finished my Michael drawing. I also wanted to post this extremely long story about how amazing and wonderful he is, but let’s face it. We all know this already. Michael Clifford is a fantastic human being and that is all. 

Hey guys, my Conspiracy crew, can you do something for me? For yourselves? For literally everyone on this site? Please don’t fight with strangers on the Internet. After all these years I still don’t understand why we’re doing this. There are SO many people on this site that don’t like what we have to say and you know what? That’s perfectly fine. Don’t fight them. Don’t call them names. And you know what else? Don’t stick up for yourselves when they do it to you. Yeah. I’m suggesting you take it.

Everyone on this site is trying to have fun. I get dragged all the time but I’ve never once, not once in a year on this site, engaged someone who vehemently disagreed with me. Anyone can check my blog, you’ll never find an example of me 1) attaching myself to other’s posts to disrespect them 2) publishing hateful anons 3) Calling anyone names 4) giving the microphone to people who don’t like me. It’s not hard.

I once lost 40 followers in one day a few months ago because I stuck up for a Sheriarty blog who, I believed, made a good point. And you know what? Good. I didn’t want those people on my blog anyways.

People are going to attack you all day long. Stay in your own lane. Use the appropriate tags. Don’t take everything personally. We’re here to have fun. How can you possibly have fun arguing with strangers about a TV show? Block who you need to. Avoid certain tags.

People are going to read your blog. They decide if they like what you have to say or if they don’t. The choice is always theirs. No need to assert your ideas to people who don’t agree with you or don’t like what you have to say. Those who want to listen, they will stay. And, honestly, most of those bloggers you don’t like will leave you alone if you leave them alone.

You don’t have to listen to anything i just said, if you don’t want to. This is just a suggestion. But I’m having a great time on this site because I get back what I put in.


♢ Otabek had friend crush on Yuri for years before he found the courage to talk to him. 

♢ Yuri have also noticed Otabek before and secretly thought he looked cool.

♢ After Otabek finally spoke to Yuri, they basically became besties the very same day.

♢ Otabek meeting Yuri’s cat was a big deal for Yuri. The cat instantly took a liking to him.

♢  They have been friends for over 2 years before they started dating.

♢ They both kind of knew after only a few months of friendship that they would eventually become something more, but they didn’t rush. Yuri didn’t really feel ready for it and Otabek was not comfortable with dating someone so young, so they waited. They’ve never talked about it, but either of them minded.

♢ It all started after their first kiss. Which was very much unplanned and just kind of happened. They’ve been hanging out at Yuri’s apartment late in the evening, watching some action movie, both dead tired after all day of training. Yuri was kind of lying on Otabek’s shoulder, which wasn’t unusual for them at all, but for some reason, it was different that day. Yuri was about to fall asleep when Otabek hugged him tighter and nuzzled his hair. They both looked at each other and somehow knew.

♢ The kiss was unhurried and chaste and ended with Yuri yawning. They both laughed at it and decided it’s time to go sleep. They fell asleep in each other’s arms that night.

♢ They haven’t talked about it the next morning. There was no need to.

♢ First time they called each other boyfriends was when they were hanging out with other skaters before a competition. They weren’t really doing anything special like kissing or even holding hands, but everyone knew. Of course, JJ just had to tease them “Oh look at our lovebirds. What are you now, boyfriends?” Yuri just grabbed Otabek’s hand and yelled “We are, jackass!”

♢ Them meeting Viktor and Yuuri as a pair was basically like meeting Yuri’s parents.

♢ Speaking about Yuri’s family, his grandfather knows. Yuri haven’t told him yet, but he knows his grandson too well. He came to Otabek before a competition once and told him “You look like a good kid and I can see you make my Yurochka happy. Please, be good to him. He may look tough, but he has a gentle soul.” He also asked him to not tell Yuri he knows, because he wants to him tell himself when he is ready. Otabek was really touched (he may cry inside… in a manly way) and promised he won’t hurt him or tell him anything.

♢ They are not fans of PDA. Otabek is very private person and Yuri spends too much time around Viktor and Yuuri to know how annoying it is to other people. Because of this, people usually assume they are just best friends. They don’t mind.

♢ They are the fashion boyfriends™.

♢ Their relationship is long-distanced because of their professions, but except them constantly missing each other, it’s not such a problem for them. For example, neither of them is a jealous, so they never fought for of hanging out with other male skaters. They completely trust each other.

♢ Otabek was insistent about waiting for Yuri’s 18th birthday with sex. No matter how much Yuri yelled at him because of it.

♢ When Otabek retired, he moved to Russia for Yuri and became coach there.

♢ They got engaged the next year after that. It was Otabek who proposed and unlike their first kiss, it was planned. Otabek was so nervous about it he couldn’t sleep for weeks.

♢ Yuri said yes. Also, he cried a little, which he’d never admit.



“Can you…?” Sherlock blushes. “Can you call me what you called me earlier?”

John’s brow knits as he tries to remember. “What did I call you?”

“You’re going to make me say it?”

“Well, how else would I know what you mean if you don’t say it?”

Sherlock yields. “Earlier…when you came to kiss me good morning,” He hesitates. “I was working on an experiment and you called me a-”

“Busy Bee?”

Sherlock reddens further. “Y-Yes.” He clears his throat. “But could you just call me…?”

John raises his brows slightly. “Bee?”

When Sherlock nods, he ducks his head shyly. “Yes…”

John’s face loses any and all tension, his entire face softens in a way that it only ever does for Sherlock. “Of course,” He smiles. “You’re my bee.” John laughs fondly when Sherlock makes the smallest, shyest sound and covers his face. “My honey bee.”

“Okay, thank you – that’s enough!” Sherlock couldn’t be redder if he tried.

“What the matter, bumble bee?”

Sherlock is about to tell John that the nicknames needed to stop – because there must be a limit to this. It’s embarrassing to be this flustered by simple pet names.

But before he got a chance, he felt John’s face press into his neck. And then, Sherlock felt tiny, tickling vibrations on his skin.

John was buzzing, making soft buzzing noises into Sherlock’s neck. “Bzzz!”

Sherlock yelps and then involuntarily giggles.


Mrs. Hudson is hardly surprised when she comes upstairs and finds the two of them writhing about on the sofa, with John buzzing over Sherlock’s skin and Sherlock giggling into John’s.  

(Rubs my tiny hands together) Time to overturn 90% of Klance fics lol

  • Pidge wouldn’t know SHIT y’all, not unless someone told her. And even then there’s like a 85% chance she wasn’t listening. Pidge goes into the kitchen for some goo and finds Keith and Lance hugging and is like “what the fuck is this”
    • Lance: Pidge, I went to you for RELATIONSHIP ADVICE
    • Pidge: Yeah and I laughed cause I’m 14 and a LESBIAN Lance, I thought you were joking because how the FUCK was I supposed to help you.
    • Keith: I literally told you I was in love with Lance last week?
    • Pidge: Okay, awkward confession, but last week you hung out with my experimental hologram.. Sorry boi.
    • Lance: … Babe, you’re in love with me?
    • Pidge: (out the door) Bye.
  • Shiro: (coughs into fist) Please… Do not… Do anything anywhere I might sit.
    • Keith: Shiro oh my god we literally just started going out???
    • Lance: Right now our current record is holding hands for five minutes straight. Keith has been doing really well, I’m super proud of him.
    • Keith: Lance… (tentatively hooks their pinkies)
    • Lance: Babe, not in front of Shiro omg
  • Keith: Lance called me a ‘motherfucker’ today in Spanish.
    • Hunk: Oh man, do you want me to talk to him?
    • Keith: Nah, it’s fine. I called him an asshole in Korean first anyway.
iconic mark tuan lyrics
  • “every lady wants a piece of me”
  • “my hat is always on backwards”
  • “you gon get it girl, ima pretty boy”
  • “cause I can show you
    how to have a good time, all night”
  • “it’s not working, so stop fronting
    i know you want me, let’s start talking” 
  • “i’m really a great guy – I’m a good boy”
  • “want me? slow down”
  • “yeah, you’re my baby monster
    and I’ll serve you as my master”
  • “instead of the scale, just get on my back”
  • “your major is saying the same thing over and over”

cassiedrawsart  asked:

How have you been

Today was pretty meh, UNTIL I CAME HOME AND HOLY HECK



TLDR: I suddenly have about a 10 year supply of art equipment and I AM VERY EXCITED.

anonymous asked:

Okay but Lances pod scene is sorta foreshadowing?We see Lance sleeping and evry1 is worried about him-evry1 cares about him n to dem he is an integral part of team but when he woke up he was alone;team was busy with time thing;to him team didnt care

Yeah, I don’t know if that was intentional but it’s very symbolic how Lance can’t see his teammates appreciation even though it’s there.
I know that at this point most of langst theories are just headcanons but I’m pretty sure that if Lance was taking team’s faith in him for granted he wouldn’t have “7 wheel” thoughts.
Also: self confident people don’t start random rivalities to prove something to themselves.
I sound bitter because today I saw post how we all just imagined Lance’s self doubt, like it was just one episode issue that have been resolved.
I mean, we do dramatize this because we love angst, but the material for this is certainly there, in the show.

I need the season 4 trailer, like right now
  • Friend: Can I talk to you?
  • Me: Yeah sure...
  • Friend: I'm a little bit worried. You seem tired and nervous all the time. You stopped going out. What's wrong?
  • Me: Just a little bit tired lately, so much homework, you know?
  • Me to Me: (screaming and crying) THE SEASON 4 TRAILER HASNT DROPPED YET. I can't leave my room, I can't sleep. All I can do is stay awake, wait and rewatch all episodes.

Arthur: I figured it out. why I have such terrible luck all the time. It’s because, when I was a child, I accidentally opened an umbrella indoors. and then, knowing that was bad luck, I just kept opening and closing it, hoping it would all cancel out eventually.

Alfred: Mm..

Arthur: Well, it’s all coming down on me: all that built up bad luck.

Alfred: Yeah, I did something like that with mirrors…

An Encounter, Daveed Diggs x Reader

Prompt: You see your ex-boyfriend at a hotel, and now you can’t feel your chest. 

Word-count: 1,306

Warnings: None apart from like, sADNESS. 

Note: Hello there.

So. Um. Yeah. Angst once again. Ha ha. SOMEBODY NEEDS TO STOP ME. 

First time I’m posting something with Daveed, although this is far from the first time I’ve wrote for the man. It’s not angst, really. Well, it is. I guess, angst with an ambiguously happy ending?? Does that work??? 

Speaking of angst, Circumstance part two will be coming up in the following days, and the last Perks and the sequel to Chase next week. 

Anyway, I love you all, enjoy. 

Much, much love. xx

You know how these things go.

There will be quiet moment that lasts for maybe a second, and then the tide rushes in.

You feel a tug right behind her chest, and it seems to break you open until the hook catches onto one of your ribs. Your heart stays, though, and it remains, beating traitorously fast against the heel of your palm, which you have pressed to your sternum in an effort to somehow stop your pulse from rising any further through external force. It isn’t working.

All he’s doing is standing there, nothing more. He’s there, just there. His there-ness shouldn’t be affecting you the way that it did.

You should have moved on by now, leaving him in the dust and effectively cutting him away like a stubborn weed.

You realize somewhat belatedly how you must look, standing there with such a wretched expression on your face, glasses askew, your heart in the soles of your shoes. Pathetic.

God, what is he doing here? Why is he here? How is he here?

“Miss?” someone asks and the dam breaks and you are out of the mystic realm. You stutter a response and turn away, half-dumb. It’s fine, you try to tell yourself, mostly failing. “Your room key,” the poor receptionist says, looking at you with obvious concern. You take the room key, hands numb and trembling. You’re praying that he doesn’t see you.You’re praying that he passes by without so much as a glance in your direction. You’re praying—


Damn it. Damn it all to hell.

The key is a sharp sting in your hand as you face him, and the twist in your stomach nearly makes you bowl over.

He’s still beautiful. As stunning and as unreachable as you remembered.

“Hi,” you say, and you inwardly curses at the crack of emotion so obvious so noticeable so very much there—

“It’s been a while,” he says with a breeze of a laugh. He smiles and you know that if you were standing any closer, that smile could easily kill you. You want to scream, or yell, or screech. All three.

“It has,” you say instead, managing a smile of your own. “How are you?” You hate this. Hate this. Absolutely. He shouldn’t be standing there all beautiful and put-together while you’re a crumbling disaster.

“I’m doing great, yeah,” he says, scratches the back of his neck, the gesture so routine and so familiar that it sends you back, forcing a finger down your memory’s throat.

You’re back to two years ago, and he’s standing next to you on this small little hill in your small little hometown, holding your hand, and the weather was so humid you could feel it in the back of your throat. He’s saying something to you, you can’t quite remember anymore.

You’re back to one year ago, and you’ve been yelling for hours now, fighting for what seems like years. You’re tired and sorry and angry and you just want to get this over with. You both do.

“Why do we keep doing this?” you can’t help but ask into the silence of your dimly lit den. Out of the corner of your eye, you can see him turn and look at you.

“What?” he says. “Keep doing what?”

You don’t speak, because for all this show of confusion, you know he knows what you’re talking about.

He moves out of the house within the next month.

It wasn’t the most painful breakup of your memory (heaven knows you’ve had worse), and if you were being entirely honest, the split was entirely peaceful. But they always said that it was often the little things that kept haunting you. (Your breakup wasn’t a little thing. God no. But it was a lot less than the others. Less shouting. Less fuss. Less. And yet here you were, torn completely asunder with barely five sentences.)

“Anyway,” he says, and it breaks you out of your stupor. “How have you been?” Belatedly, you realize that you’ve been quiet for some time, only staring at him like some depressing fool.

“Oh, you know,” shriveled up, scattered, scrambled, et cetera, “the usual.”

“That’s great.” He sounds so sincere. It makes you want to hate him, but it only makes you love him more. “It’s been such a long time…”

There is a moment of silence that you mourn and revel in. You’re too emotionally confused to take in anything else. If you had your head on straight, you’d feel awkward. You don’t, but that was neither here nor there.

“Have you been seeing someone else?”

The question was so sudden, so out of bounds that it renders you mute for a solid second.

“E-Excuse me?”

He’s sheepish now, embarrassed by his own bald honesty. “You heard me,” he says at last. It was somehow comforting to know that he was still himself after all this time, still too confident for his own good.

“No,” you say after forever. “N-No. I’m not—seeing anyone at the moment.”

He lights up, and then maybe realizes that he should not be, dimming. “Sorry,” he says. “That was terrible of me.”

You don’t know what to say, so you keep silent. You just now notice that you’ve moved. You’re near the lobby now, instead of the receptionist desk. There is traction on your feet now as you drag it, the floor going from tile to carpet.

“Why’d you ask?” you say, feeling something burning in your body, just below your trachea. Your stomach’s twisting so badly it’s a miracle you haven’t vomited yet. Your heart was a battering ram against your uvula.

“Look,” he says, breathes, “I know that it’s crappy of me to bring this up now, and here of all places,”

“Daveed, we’re in a hotel,”

Exactly. Like, what kind of guy talks up to his ex-girlfriend in a hotel? But it’s been a year since I last saw you and you were there and prettier than I remembered and—“


“Let me finish, please.” He inhales through his nose, lets the air out sharply. “Y/N, I miss you.” And then your world stops, and you’re struck dumb in the wake of whatever this is. “I miss you. Present tense. I don’t even know what happened to us, Y/N. We were so good and then we weren’t and I can’t wrap my head around it.”

You want to walk away. You want to scream ‘No’ until you’re hoarse. But you couldn’t be yourself unless you were an idiot. So you stay.  

“I want you back, Y/N. I want us back. And it is a one heck of an assumption, because who knows, you might have some other guy there in your heart, but I’m not leaving here not knowing. I’m not walking away from this place knowing I could have had a chance with you and not taken it. Please, just let me know.”

He turns and starts to walk away, and you’re struck by how unfair it all is. You’re the one who’s supposed to be walking away. Not him.

“I don’t,” you say, louder than you would have usually. He stops in his tracks. “I don’t have anyone else in my heart.” You hate how truthful you’re being.

He faces you, smile so wide and so bright that it makes your eyes hurt. He looks like he wants to reach out to you but thinks better of it, which was all the best. You couldn’t take it if he held you now. Instead he opts for the next best thing; he cocks his head to the side and gestures for you to follow him. You do.

You’re swerving back into his lane now, and you could only hope that the collision doesn’t hurt too much this time around.

Crash. Bang. Smoke.


Hello everyone! I just can’t believe my eyes, I’m so happy to be doing a follow forever, I haven’t done one in a while and I didn’t have enough time for it, you know school is a pain and during the Winter Break I have been everywhere but home with my family. Anyway, I’m so surprised to see I reached 2k+ followers knowing that my blog is always on queue and I post an edit only once a week. I can’t thank you all enough for always being with me, appreciating my blog and works, it makes me want to continue on doing what I like!

So yeah, thank you to all of my followers for appreciating my “thingyes”, even if we don’t talk, I always see you in my notification bar and you succeed every time in making me happy. I love you <3

Thank you to all of my mutuals and blogs I follow for making my dash so lively and gorgeous, I’ve met a lot of nice and talented people here who made me love Tumblr more than I already have when I came here. And of course, here’s the list of the people who I admire and want to be always happy and healthy:

Italic - lovely blogs who fill my dash with lovely posts, people who I look up to

Bold - precious mutuals and also faves


@ackermanss  ★  @aeselyn  ★  @aizawah  ★  @aizawashoutta  ★  @akatsukigadaisuki  ★  @akiko-natsuko  ★  @akutagawaas  ★  @akutagawah  ★  @almaskarmas  ★   @atsushisnakajima  ★   @ayaarin​  ★  @beccaheller  ★  @bertholdts  ★  @cactifilia  ★   @dazaiosamu-s  ★   @dazzai  ★   @de-k-u  ★  @doublepasse  ★    @dragneel-brothers  ★ @eriboook  ★  @evilkitten3  ★   @flamefly  ★  @fujimotoshiro  ★    @hina-shoo  ★  @hinazkii


@ice-bringer​  ★   @ichibaes  ★   @ichinohoe  ★   @ieyasus  ★   @ikmeyaa-chan  ★  @jerza-fangirl  ★   @jexachel  ★   @juhaku-inspired  ★   @juminss   ★  @juvialicious  ★   @kawaiinerdfan   ★  @kentaroz  ★  @kikotsukino  ★  @killary-s  ★ @kkatsuki  ★  @kojiiro  ★   @komaedas  ★   @ky-soo  ★  @lahviis  ★   @littlebratciel  ★   @lucinasparallelfalchion  ★  @lucyheartfiliavevo  ★  @manganimae   ★   @melichamaa  ★  @mira-chans  ★  @natsudorkoneel  ★  @noxtics  ★  @ntasume   ★  @ohreigen  ★  @ootsukis


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