you look like such a nice person

1,000 FOLLOW CONTEST RESULTS!

A bit late… but here we go! If you didn’t place, please know I still really loved your piece! All of them were amazing omg…. <333

1st place…

@askponyakira​ ! I love the colors (How did you know my favorites??) and the little horns. They look like a nice brooding yet colorful pony with potentially gifted magic! Thank you!

2nd Place…

@thatdewmodstuff ! I know there were a lot of merpony entries but I really like the reverse long to short here, and the shell colors!! Stands out!

3rd Place…

@spoopy-gander ! Ohhh boy I love this!! And the spirit was a nice addition, awesome!!

4th Place… (ADDED SINCE I RECEIVED ENOUGH ENTRIES)

Will receive a fullbody sketch

@askmlp-atsumehigh​ ! I had to… I love the personality!! And the cutie mark, I’m a sucker for complicated ones.


Runner Ups… (Will receive sketch busts)

@doggo-the-half-pony

@ask-indigoskies

@ellogypsy777

To everyone else who joined…

THANK YOU! THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN, I LOVE YOU ALL <333


If you placed, please send me a IM with a ref to the OC you want me to draw!

My advice to random blogs out there.

How to not look suspicious:

1. Get a fucking icon. If you have something like this: 

You’re going to most likely get blocked since there’s the botting problem on Tumblr. Seriously, get an icon of a puppy or a TV character, something. Don’t be lazy. 

2. Try using a different theme, not the default. Again, the botting problem. Most bots have their theme set as default. This will also possibly get you blocked by the person you just followed. Changing your theme isn’t hard, just look up some up-to-date tutorials on how to change it. 

I’ll even be nice and link some theme makers with easy to use themes:
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Please reblog this so it’ll get around help others out.

I Can Be Affectionate {Oswald X Nice}

Funny thing, this is the second time I wrote this, I forgot to save the last draft XD I’m so pro!

Ideas were imagined and Choices were made

Third Person Pov

~Low~

~When you’re feeling low

~And you just don’t know where to run to~

~Broke~

~If your heart’s been broke

~And you feel like you’re all alone

~If you need something to believe in

~If you’re looking for a light to guide you home

~Just look inside

~You’re a light shining brighter than you kno-

“Heeellllooo in there? Are you still here?” A voice spoke in her ear, interrupting her song.

Nice looked at her friend Hailey in surprise, then sent a small glare her way, as she realized Hailey had pulled her earbud from her ear. It dangled sadly in the air, still emitting the sound of the song that was being played.

“What was that for, Hailey?” Nice questioned her friend in slight annoyance.

Hailey playfully smirked, “You kinda left our conversation there bud, wasn’t sure if the wall enjoyed listening to me for 10 minutes.” She jokingly remarked. “Just making sure that class was still in session.” She added, shrugging her shoulders and using a metaphor to compare Nice being absent from the conversation.

Nice quickly came to realization of what she did as was almost as quick to apologize, “Oh jeez, sorry Hailey!”

Hailey grinned and brushed it off, “No big deal, Nicey. You’ve had a lot on your plate anyways, so it’s excusable.” Hailey stated happily and leaned against the pale white wall of the hallway.

Shrugging her shoulders and taking out the remaining ear phone, Nice sat on the edge of a wooden table. “Yeah, I guess it’s just been Ozzy, he hasn’t been acting like himself lately.”! Nice explained with a sigh and wrapped her earbud cord around her hand.

For those who don’t know what’s happening, Nice and Oswald have started a budding romance a few weeks ago. How that happened, Oswald claims that Hailey promised to push them together if he wouldn’t, metaphorically and literally.

“Acting different? What kind of different? Gloomy Oz or Emo Oz, ‘cause trust me, neither of them are good for everyone.” Hailey inquired, somewhat concerned.

“Different as in, he’s been more ‘huggy’ and ‘winky’ lately.” Nice tried to explain, only resulting in Hailey deadpanning and glaring at the brunette.

“You better not be censoring this because I’m younger than you.” Hailey retorted.

Nice nervously laughed, “No, no no! That’s all in is! I mean I get it, we’ve only been dating for a few weeks, but it’s weird, he isn’t really like this.”

Hailey then pondered for a moment, rest her chin between her thumb and pointer finger on his right fist. Then again, Nice was quick to realize something, grabbed Hailey’s shoulders.

“What about you?! All we’ve been doing lately is talk about me and Ozzy’s relationship, but you need some romance in your life too!” Nice explained with sincere enthusiasm.

Hailey had a pokerface as an expression, “How is this relevant to the issue at han-” Nice cut Hailey off.

“Shush! We can do this now! Now what are you looking for in a guy?” Nice asked hopefully.

Hailey awkwardly smirked, “Jeez Nicey, don’t ya think Cupid’s a bit late on this one?” Hailey remarked, trying to ease off the topic.

Nice glared at the young ginger, “Just answer the damn question.” She stated, getting slightly annoyed with Hailey’s reluctant attitude.

Hailey sighed and looked down at her thumbs, as she twiddled them, “O-okay, I guess he’d have to have a sense of humour, have respect for others and himself, be loyal, have s-some sort of passion, be able to cuddle and hug, willing to give p-piggy back rides and give small romantic gestures every now and a-again.” Hailey explained, her face flushing more as she said the qualities she wanted.

Nice gushed at the flustered state her friend was in, “That is too cute!” She exclaimed, “And romantic gestures! That’s just adorable!”

Feeling even more embarrassed, Hailey stretched down her hat to cover her face, “Stooppppp!” She whined in dismay.

Giggling and patting the ginger’s head, Nice smiled, “If it makes you feel better, I’ve never had someone sing to me in a relationship and would instantly look like you if it happened.” She remarked.

As the two girls continued with their conversation, little did they know that Oswald was about to turn the corner of the hallway, when he heard the two talking. He and his brother Mickey heard the entire conversation, and Oswald had an idea for his girlfriend Nice!

TIIMMME SKIP

We are now found in Nice’s bedroom of Mickey’s mansion (what? you really think that I wouldn’t use Mick’s place for a setting? Jeez)

Hailey sat on the floor at the end of Nice’s bed, while Nice sat on the edge of the bed, brushing Hailey’s red hair.

“My mom used to do this, only ya know, no warning or anything.” Hailey giggled, “Even like when I’m in the middle of a conversation or out in public, she’ll just run her fingers through my hair.”

Nice chuckled, “Sounds like she really liked your hair.”

“Frick! She says that why she had a girl!” Hailey added and the two laughed. “God she had her moments.”

Suddenly, Nice heard her name being called from the balcony. She turned her attention to the opened glass doors that led to the balcony. “Oswald?” Nice ask out loud, then shuffled toward the balcony.

Looking at the garden down below, Nice saw her boyfriend, Oswald standing there and looking up at her, with a guitar strapped in front of his torso.

He calmly waved and spoke loud enough that Nice could hear him, “Good even m'lady.” Oswald greeted.

“FLIRT!” Hailey yelled from inside Nice’s room, nobody paid much attention to her.

“Ozzy?! What are you doing out here at 9:40 at night?!” Nice quickly questioned.

Oswald only gently smiled, “I have something for you.” He cooed, then positioned his hands hands on the guitar. He took in a breath of air for for confidence, then quickly glanced up at Nice, who was in a state of awe about what he was about to do. Oswald felt his confidence rise and began to strum his guitar.

“I’m not bulletproof when it comes to you”

“Don’t know what to say when you make me the enemy”

“After the war is won”

“There’s always the next one”

“I’m not bulletproof when it comes to you”

“Maybe I’ll crash into you”

“Maybe we would open up these wounds”

“We’re only alive if we bruise”

“So I lay down this armour”

“I will surrender tonight”

“Before we both lose this fight”

“Take my defences”

“All my defences”

As Oswald continued the song, Nice felt her heart melt at the affectionate gesture Oswald was willing to do. If she turned around to see Hailey holding up her phone with the flashlight and swaying with the beat of the song she loves, Nicey would have to contain her laughter or annoyance just to hear the damn song. But her eyes were more focused on Oswald, as the two never lost eye contact, the world had faded away and they were the only two things that mattered at that moment.

“I’ll be your escape”

“I’ll be your safe place”

“I’ll be your shelter”

“Your shelter, yeah”

“I’ll be your escape”

“I’ll be your safe place”

“I’ll be your shelter”

“Your shelter, yeah”

“Maybe I’ll crash into you”

“Maybe we would open up these wounds”

“We’re only alive if we bruise”

“So I lay down this armour”

“I will surrender tonight”

“Before we both lose this fight”

“Take my defences”

“All my defences”

“I lay down this armour”

“I lay down this armour”

“I lay down this armour”

Oswald finished the song, and Nice’s red face was just as bad as Hailey’s was earlier. She came out of her daze, as Oswald asked how it was.

“W-wow, th-that was, am-amazing- no, that was, phew I’m speechless!” Nice tried say her words, but fumbled and blushed even more. Oswald chuckled at this.

“You look so cute when you get embarrassed.” He complimented sweetly.

“O-Ozzy.” Nice then remembered something, “Wh-what’s with all the affection lately?” She questioned.

“You don’t like it?” Oswald asked back.

Nice shrieked in surprised, “No, no, no no! I love it, especially the song was fantastic! But, why? You aren’t usually the one for affection.” She tried to explain.

Oswald smirked, “Let’s just say that I heard your conversations with Hailey about what you’ve always looked forward into a relationship and all, so I though that I’d be a good boyfriend. I don’t want to lose you for me not showing how much I care for you.” He confessed with sincerity.

Nice felt as if her heart was going to explode in her chest, from the speed it was beating. The cuteness was too much!

Hailey walked to the balcony and leaned against the railing, “YO MICK! YOU BETTER SEND THAT TO ME!” She shouted at the bushes.

Mickey then shot up from the bushes with his phone in his hand, clearly videotaping the whole thing.

“HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS DOWN HERE?!” Mickey shouted back at her.

“I KNOW THAT YOU WOULDN’T MISS AN OPPORTUNITY LIKE THIS, YOU’RE A SHIPPER TOO!” Hailey retorted back.

“I’m all the way until Felix and Oswald become a thing.” Hailey said quickly and walked back in the room.

“Wait what?!”

THE END!

Hope ya liked it @theniceprincess-tnp

Music

Never Gonna Let You Down by Colbie Caillat

Armour by Landon Austin

So we start the episode with Midoriya accounting what’s basically the “Top 3″ of the superhero world.

This guy, Number 2, looks pretty dope. It doesn’t surprise me that “a bunch of fucking fire” is a good power to have if you wanna be famous.

I mean.

What do I even say to this.

What if someone comes around who wears jeans better than him? Will he have to change his hero name?

I love that’s how he pictures her.

The nice person.

Considering the life he’s lived, I guess someone like that really is a rare sight.

I mean.

To be fair to Midoriya, he only wanted to say thanks.

And to be fair to this guy, she is trying to concentrate. So he has a point.

Hello number of characters who will not pass the exam and as such will be victims of hubris.

Okay, fair enough.

Still feels kinda pointless to point that out, though.

Good job kid.

Also I like the girl in front, the one with orange hair.

beezaii  asked:

HEY

1. First impression: WOAH COOL PERSON 
2. Truth is: YOURE AWESOME AND YOU DESERVE HAPPINESS 3. How old do you look: shrug 4. Have you ever made me laugh: YEA 5. Have you ever made me mad: NAH
6. Best feature: UHM YOURE RLLY NICE
7. Have I ever had a crush on you: IN A WAY I HAVE LIKE A FRIEND CRUSH ON YOU LIKE I WANT TO BE UR FRIEND 8. You’re my: COOL PERSON I FOLLOW 9.Name in my phone:
Not today Satan. UHM IT WOULD PROBABLY BE SOMETHING LIKE mom 10. Should you post this too? You have already c;

theangerislight replied to your post: I know you don’t hate Tim, but there’s a lot of…

I personally think Tim’s character would be more interesting I he was ever held responsible for the stuff that does. It’d be nice to see his reaction. But usually everything he does is handwaved or lauded or passed over.

He would be, yes, and when things like this happen, the meta response by fans who notice does look disproportionate maybe because other readers just take what canon responds with at face value. 

Characters who aren’t called out within the text, if and when noticed by fandom, get a correction in meta and discussion that maybe seems excessive because people are annoyed at both the portrayal and the text itself for glossing over it and treating it as positive or not a problem.

It’s like Jason’s victim blaming. Canon material has all these characters blame Jason for his death, which is both incorrect and disgusting in response to the murder of a child. Some people passively accept what canon presents and continue to blame Jason and think of him as the Bad Robin, while others push back against the portrayal. Then it becomes, ‘these characters canonically blame a child for his own murder, that’s disgusting’ and you have to negotiate from there how much to put on the characters themselves and how much is DC just pushing an agenda. 

31 days of Mental Health Month have come and just about gone. Tumblr, thank you for sharing your stories. Thank you for reading the stories of your peers. Without you—all of you—Post it Forward would not be the beautiful, caring community it is today.

Though we reblogged a lot of the art that was created this month, we wanted to end on a particular high note and highlight just a few more pieces in a special post.

There was no shortage of inspo:

Originally posted by soymilku

Originally posted by thewinchesters-havethetardis

Some of it was simple, but just as helpful and nice to look at:

Originally posted by postmarq

We’re proud to showcase some valid as heck pets:

Originally posted by erarg

Originally posted by lady-with-a-book

One person, Fatin (@nfzsketchbook), even made a zine about what it’s like to focus on self-care while battling a mental illness:

Originally posted by nfzsketchbook

You can check out her full post—and more pages from her zine—here.

Mental Health Month may have been limited to, well, May, but it doesn’t mean our efforts stop in June. Post it Forward is always here as your hub for sharing stories and finding a support system with others who might be going through the same things you are.  So keep sharing if you can, keep reading, and keep up all of the amazing work we’ve seen so far.  And please always remember, there are resources out there if things ever get too hard. <3

Take care of yourself, Tumblr. You deserve it.

i talked to him on a wednesday. he sighed on my bed. i was skyping my sister, who was trying to teach me how to knit. i told him i needed to go to bed early, i had a test in the morning. he said he had things to discuss and i’m a patient person so i listened.

this is, i learn, how our “friendship” works. hours of my life become his sanctuary. he texts me constantly. his problems fill up every space in my planner. often he demands my attention rather than asking. i feel bad, because i’m the type to feel bad, so i listen. i offer advice that goes ignored, i sit in contemplative silence even though i should be studying, i nod my head and support him. 

he doesn’t notice i start drinking wine as soon as he shows up. a few times i make the mistake of trying to bring my own problems up. they are always overshadowed by his own, or else i am given an odd supply of uncomfortable comments. “i don’t feel good lately” is met with “a girl as pretty as you isn’t supposed to feel sad.” i say “i don’t like my writing recently” and he spends forty seconds saying i’m beautiful and intelligent and a perfect girlfriend before saying “unlike me, i’m awful” and before i know it, i’m comforting him again. we don’t have real conversations. once, as an experiment, i spend two hours completely silent, just to see if he’ll notice. he doesn’t. 

once he bursts into my room while i’m scheduling my week. he’s taken aback by how much i’m doing. “you look so busy!” he says, “where’s all the time you’re planning on spending with me?” he doesn’t ask about any of my other activities. he knows nothing about my life except that i’m good at listening. i feel myself under a rolling pin. he flattens me out to use me. he punishes me if i don’t give him attention - all i hear is how he is useless without me, how he’s barely holding on, how he doesn’t know what he’d do if one day i was gone. he doesn’t know my middle name. he misses my birthday.

it’s wednesday again. i’ve been drinking. he took some of my wine without asking. he lounges on my couch with his arm casually around me. my actual friends know i don’t like touching. i asked him to move but he just laughed and said “you’re so funny.” he’s too heavy for me to move physically so i just let him lay there, complaining. i stare into space, thinking about the news i got that day. about how my life has changed.

he looks up to me. “can i ask you a personal question?”  

i don’t say “that would be a first,” because my mother raised me to respond politely. i tell him go ahead, as always, i’m listening.

“why do girls like you date jerks?” he asks me.

i stare at him, uncomprehending. he is a runaway train, his mouth still moving. “I just mean,” he says, “you’re all always going after the worst guys like you don’t even see people like me. like i’m always being friend-zoned, even you did it, and you’re one of the only people who is nice to me. but girls like you never say yes to boys like me.”

i don’t know what he’s saying. i’m dating a girl, and he would know that, if he knew anything about me; a clever and talented girl who means everything to me. 

he sighs and sits back when i’m not immediate in responding. “this,” he says, “is what i mean.” looks up with puppy dog eyes at me, “i mean could you ever date someone as awful as me? am i just a friend? am i doomed to be nothing more than the friend to pretty girls?”

we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. we aren’t friends. 

he moves the topic before i can reply, back to his problems. i text my girlfriend, “men are animals” and she sends me back a poem about how much she loves me. he tries to kiss me when he leaves, and when i duck out of it, i later get sixteen texts on how scared i am of sex. his facebook posts are all about how women don’t know how to find the right men. how we’re blind to the good things. how we don’t see fate when it’s happening. 

he says, “i wrote you something.”

it’s a poem about him.

things some of my favourite musicals have taught me

-how to make an omelette
-a basic understanding of the history of america
-a basic understanding of the history of america from a mormon’s perspective
-in order to be successful, you don’t need to have brains or knowledge, just popular
-Spanish
-how to kill someone and make it look like a suicide
-how many minutes there are in a year
-how to tell if someone is gay or European
-it’s really easy to fake emails
-don’t sell drugs kids, even if you have the hots for the person you’re selling them to
-always be aware of autocorrect
-how to break in a glove
-nice is different than good
-everyone’s a little bit racist sometimes
-it’s too late to screw at 4am
-revolutions likely end in death
-almost all bankers, bums and barbers know how to read
-‘pop’ is a suitable synonym for the verb ‘chew’
-how many people resided in newfoundland before 9/11
-how many people were redirected to newfoundland after 9/11

(might add more as time goes on)

can we start practicing self love that doesn’t focus so much on looks? like sure feeling beautiful is nice but you know what? you got a kickass personality too! you know that little quirk that you’re sure is annoying? it’s endearing as hell and when you laugh you literally embody sunshine like you don’t have to constantly tell yourself you’re pretty if you can’t believe it because in the end that’s not the most special thing about you. learning to love your insides is just as hard as the outside. vanity isn’t the be all and end all of self love you can be a lil ugly and still love yourself

huffingtonpost.com
NYC's first transgender firefighter will serve as grand marshal at Pride
Brooke Guinan called the opportunity "an amazing honor."

The folks behind New York City Pride have announced one of this year’s grand marshals: Brooke Guinan, the city’s first transgender firefighter. 

Brooke, who’s 29, has marched in Pride every year since she came out as trans eight years ago. Her parents are also firefighters, and they’ll be coming to Pride for the first time this year to support her. 

“It’s very rare in the everyday life of a trans person to feel valued or to feel appreciated in society,” she added. “I look forward to the pride march every year. It’s nice to be around your people, your LGBTQ family ― to really feel like you can let loose and not have to worry about judgment.” […]

While she doesn’t currently put out any fires in her current position as LGBTQ outreach coordinator for the FDNY, Guinan still feels she can make a huge impact in the lives of so many people.

“At the end of the day, I really just feel like I’m living my life,” she said. “I don’t necessarily understand why it gets so much attention. But if that attention can be used for good … and can be used to promote the education and betterment of other trans people then I feel like it’s my responsibility to do that.”

Awesome! Congratulations, Brooke. 

okay but i was just thinking

imagine being one of the older people who were around to witness the heyday of the Former Extra Duo™ aka victor nikiforov and christophe giacometti. you probably still have a clear imprint of you palm on the side of your face from facepalming so much. imagine that beautiful feeling of relief because okay, while vitya will never stop being Extra™, he’s obviously settling down with the love of his life (who seems like a pretty calm person thank god) and chris… well, he’s still doing his mature eros butt thing but let’s be real you’re pretty much used to it by now and he’ll most likely retire in a few years.

so things are looking pretty nice and peaceful compared to what they were some years back! right?

now imagine hearing the first notes of welcome to the madness and feeling that familiar dread creeping back in. oh dear god no. not again. there’s heavy metal! sunglasses flying into the audience! is that the 15yo gold medalist stripping on the ice?! gloves are being ripped of! with teeth! and what’s up with the finger guns??

you fit your palm into it’s familiar position on you face and sigh.

looks like there’s a New Extra Duo™ in town.

bakery au (oldie but a goodie)

Part 1

“He hates me,” Bitty moaned, flopping on his couch. Holster was raiding his kitchen, listening to his rant about Jack Zimmermann.

“I don’t even know what I did wrong! Maybe it was because I told him that he played a hard game last night the first time he came into the bakery? All he does is glare at me and say stuff like ‘Eric, the coffee is too sweet,’ or ‘Eric, you need more protein.’”

“Brah, maybe Zimmermann just has a total resting bitch face,” said Holster as he pulled out a leftover pie from Bitty’s fridge. “Guy seems fucking intense. At least he’s good for business.”

“He keeps on glaring at me! And he comes in, like, three times a week. Orders a coffee and just drinks it in his corner, ignores my attempts at conversation even though, mind you, he has already said some pretty rude stuff!”

“The guy’s a celebrity, he probably has his head so far in his ass and doesn’t care about shit, and also just wants some privacy. Bits, you haven’t been taking pictures of him and posting it on twitter have you?” Holster asked, alarmed.

Bitty gasped, “Adam Birkholtz! I would never!”

“Then just treat him like an antisocial customer, he can’t be the only one going to the bakery who doesn’t want conversation and just wants service and food,” Holster said, dropping down next to Bitty on the couch with two tins of pie.

“I know,” Bitty sighs. “He’s just…so handsome. And he was so nice to Nursey when that fool tripped. And he tips generously. And he’s just so gorgeous, even when he’s glaring at me and speaking in grunts whenever I ask him how his day has been. I just want him to like me!”

Holster navigated the TV to a rerun of Golden Girls and handed Bitty one of the pie tins. “I think that’s your problem. You’re an amazing person, Bits, but maybe you can be a bit too friendly for resting bitch face robozoid Zimmermann. Maybe stop asking him about his day and just let him chill.”

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  • *221B*
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair*
  • Rosamund: *sitting in his lap; frowning at a photo* What am I looking at, Uncle Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *smiles* My baby *points* that's the head, see?
  • Rosamund: *fascinated* Wooow...all those squiggly lines are a person?
  • Sherlock: *chuckles* Yes.
  • Rosamund: Your person.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Yup. And your Aunt Molly's.
  • Rosamund: *giggles* It's funny.
  • Sherlock: Hmm?
  • Rosamund: *still laughing* Aunt Molly has a person in her. How did you put it there?
  • Sherlock: *snorts* Oh, no *lifts her and stands* I'm not having that conversation for another twenty five years.
  • Molly: *enters; grinning* Hello.
  • Rosamund: *happily* Aunt Molly! *runs over; hugs her, whispers* hello, little person.
  • Molly: *smiles* You told her, then?
  • Sherlock: *nods* Oh, yes *pats Rosie's head* you're going to be a godcousin, aren't you?
  • Rosamund: *excited* Uh-huh.
  • Molly: *giggles* Is that so?
  • Sherlock: *nudges Rosie* Pyjamas, young lady. I'll be in soon.
  • Rosamund: *sighs* Okay, Uncle Sherlock. Night Aunt, Molly. Night, little person *runs off*
  • Molly: *calls* Night, Rosie *hugs Sherlock* I'm glad she took it well.
  • Sherlock: *kisses the top of her head* Mmm *pauses* John has some questions to answer, though.

This is cliche and short but I actually finished it so

“Dex." 

"What." 

"I need another word for ‘cleansed’." 

"Do I look like a Thesaurus to you, Nurse?" 

"Chill, dude." 

”… Purified.“ 

Nursey looked up before he could stop himself, shock on his features for barely half a second before switching to… Pleased? Content. No, chuffed. (God, Nursey wanted to use that word in a poem one day. Chuffed.) 

"Thanks." 

Dex, however, didn’t look up. The keys on his thick black laptop clicked almost continuously, and Nursey did not debate internally on whether he was writing an essay or lines of code, because he had poetry assignments to finish for tomorrow. While not procrastinating, he shifted his mind to the whirring machine- it was really fucking old, but the thing was, Dex was the kind of person to repair his own electronics instead of upgrading them. (Like, with pliers and everything. He’s seen it happen.) The thing was in really good shape. Similar to the way that Hugh Jackman was by no means a spry twenty year old, yet looked like it would take nothing short of a battering ram to knock him over. A nice, solid, dependable- 

"What the hell are you muttering about now?” Dex muttered, the hypocrite.

“Aw, nothing.” (Hugh Jackman) “The next line.” (Hugh Jackman as a laptop)

“What’ve you got?" 

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text post sentence starters  /  original version here

  • “bro, you look so cute right now. dude, you are so fucking adorable.”
  • “wanna watch this murder documentary with me?”
  • “i may act like i’m sassy but if you’re mean to me there’s a 900% chance i’ll cry.”
  • “i may act like I’m clueless but actually know what’s going on at al times.”
  • “attention: i need attention.”
  • “i don’t have a nervous system. i’m a nervous system.”
  • “drugs? no thanks, the only ‘high’ i need is the natural rush you get from commiting a murder.”
  • “i think i’m subconsciously trying to ruin my own life.”
  • “why fall in love when you can fall on the floor and never get up?”
  • “i try not to sound like an asshole but it’s really hard because i am an asshole.”
  • “i don’t want to look 'pretty’, i want to look otherwordly and vaguely threatening.”
  • “i’m the nicest, sweetest, most rage-filled person i know.”
  • “girls are so soft and amazing and nice and beautiful and mysterious and complex and loving and caring. i don’t remember what i was going to say but i’m just gay.“
  • "i’d love to relax but that’s just not realistic.”
  • “contrary to popular belief i’m actually soft and have feelings.”
  • “this could be less hetero.”
  • “to be honest i just need a hug.”
  • “why can’t I be mentally chill instead of mentally ill?”
  • “this is it, this is how i die: lack of attention.”
  • “are we just friends or is this flirting serious?”
  • “i have this problem where i isolate myself from civilization and then get upset because i’m lonely.”
  • “i may be ugly but at least i have an ugly personality too. consistency is key.”
  • “i don’t wanna get involved in drama i just wanna know 103% of the information on what happened.”
  • “i am bysexual as in i’m not interested, goodbye.”
  • “i could win an olympic gold medal in being ignored.”
  • “fill your heart with bees. if someone breaks your heart then they have to deal with the bees.”
  • “i’m so tired of not being a multimillionaire.”
  • “i panic a lot of other places besides the disco.”
  • “which layer of hell do you think you’re going to?”
  • “my kink is being right.”
  • “my kink is being home alone.”
  • “you’re really sensitive for a selfish asshole.”
  • “i can tell myself to be heartless but in all reality, i have a big heart and can’t treat people badly, that’s just not me.”
  • “what about netflix and kill?”
  • “no offense but why does everyone hate me?”
  • “i’m a strong independent introvert who don’t need no social life.”
  • “why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?”
  • “if a conversation goes on too long without being about me, i’m out.”
  • “i’m small, queer and something to fear.”
  • “all this sadness is bad for my skin.”
  • “i’m cute and perfect but also unstable, violent and self-destructive”
  • “i’m beautiful and underappreciated.”
  • “she’s beauty, she’s grace, she’s me.”
  • “sorry for being awesome, loser.”
  • “is 'no’ an emotion? because i’m feeling it.”
nice things william magnusson did for noora

• respected her personal space while they slept in the same bed and never once tried anything 

• looked at her like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen while she was playing the guitar 

• left her alone as he said he would if she told him she didn’t like him 

• “i actually have a hard time believing that. that they don’t love you? that’s practically impossible" 

• respected her decision to not have sex and never once sexually forced her • respected her request that she needs time away from him to think clearly 

• not only did he stay by her side for 15 hours taking care of her while she was sleeping but he also wrote a whole goddamn article for her which was so good 

• when her facebook notifications kept going off while he was on her laptop writing her article instead of looking at it he respect her privacy and simply closed it 

• made sure she attended the breakfast with her friends and picked a dress for her 

• is looking at her everytime like there’s nothing more important in the world 

• after she left him in london without anything he respected her decision and left her alone but the second he got a mail from her he ditched london and came for her to norway 


 sure he had his flaws and did some things wrong but he improved and had a huge development which im sure had a lot to do with noora. you can call him a lot of things but an abusive boyfriend isn’t one of them. except the first date (for which SHE was the one that made the deal in the first place) there was never anything he forced her to. he always respect her decisions and privacy. how you can call the relationship toxic and claim that william doesn’t love her is beyond me

Vinesauce starters

- “Now we are really getting to that authentic 2002 experience!”

- “This is what it’s like to get a nail stuck in your eye." 

- "There’s a Mr. Satan on the line for you, sir.”

- “I can’t wait for the V mouth.”

- "No! No! No! Come on!”

- “There’s so many things wrong with this picture.”

- “Is this a fucking flash game?”

- “Oh, that is such bullshit! 

- "Everything is $7.95.”

- “And that’s just happening.”

- “Blinkers mean I am trying to tell you, ‘You suck balls.’ …And I am pointing to which person I think sucks balls. Do you think you suck balls? Well, you better speed up then." 

- "Wow… Those are some, eh, quality graphics!" 

- "Nice mouth, Von Kaiser.”

- “So this is happening." 

- "Yeah, boy! Look at that! Still playable though!" 

- "It looks like a bowl of oatmeal, but… koalaty!”

- “The only conspiracy is that this game was approved for release.”

- “YES! YES! IT IS DONE! PHYSICS HAVE BEEN DEFEATED!" 

-  "Why is (name) just overtaking my entire island?”

-  “I was in nam when you bottled water in my fucking ass you fucking mustard nazi”

- “Who’s been drawing dicks?”