you-know-typos

anonymous asked:

Ok. Ok. So like, you know Inverted-Typo's Celestial AU for the Anko Family? I was wondering if you could draw it (if you want of course). Maybe as Nyos? Idk but I love your art and like um um idk I'm bad at this I hope you get the general feelings I'm trying to send. Idek if you're still doing asks oh god I'm gonna shut up now

yES i know it, love it, and i totally like, didn’t just need an excuse to draw them or anything,, and thank you, i got the feelings♥

and everyone if you like anko family you should check out @inverted-typo​‘s celestial au tag i love it

anonymous asked:

9&10!!

9. For fuck’s sake, just shut up.

10. It’s too early for this.

Sorry for any typos!

“You know what, Harry? Yes, okay? Yes! I am mad at you!” Y/N screamed as she slammed the front door open to their shared home. She threw the house keys onto the floor carelessly while struggling to take her jacket off. Harry, who was a few steps behind, let out a groan as he kneeled down and scooped up the keys with his hand.  

“You know what, Y/N?” he mimicked her tone and continued, “you knew for a fact that I couldn’t have done anything.”

Y/N turned around and shot him a cold glare, “your friend despises me, and you let him insult me in front of everyone? Are you well aware of how humiliated I felt?”

Harry ignored her and began walking towards the kitchen, brushing his shoulder against hers without a care.

“Oh, okay. Real mature, Harry.” Y/N sat on the floor and focused on trying to take her heels off.

She glanced over at what he was doing and saw him pouring dog food for Gracie, Y/N and Harry’s shared dog, who was wagging her tail back and forth waiting anxiously for the food.

Y/N couldn’t help but feel the anger consume her, as if it were eating her alive. After taking both heels off, Y/N rose to her feet and whispered, “you’re pathetic, Harry.” Right as she was heading up the steps to their bedroom, Harry’s words struck her and stopped Y/N in her tracks.

“For fuck’s sake, just shut up.” he spat such incredulous, disgusting words her way, it was something she wasn’t used to.

Something told her to turn around, so she did. She listened to the voice in her head telling her to run out of the front door while she still had the chance. It was either that, or sleep with someone who hated her guts that night.

Before she knew it, Y/N was out the door running for her dear life. It was 3 A.M., and the street lights had no effect for the pitch black night.

Harry instantly threw his head up at the sound of the front door slamming shut.

“Shit,” he muttered. Harry set down the dog food and petted Gracie before he shot to his feet and began chasing after his girlfriend.

“Y/N! Slow down, love” he spoke with uneven breathing. He silently cursed himself for brushing off her track and field abilities from her old high school days.

Thirty seconds passed and Harry managed to reach Y/N, instantly wrapping two strong arms around her. They both tripped a couple of times over the sudden embrace, but he refused to let her fall. Harry pulled her closer to his chest, letting out breaths here and there.

“Let me go,” she whispered.

“You wish.”

“My parents live a block away, it’s not like I was running off to nowhere.” she mumbled.

Harry sighed and nuzzled his face into her hair, “I know that. But it hurt me seeing you go.” Things were silent for a few minutes, but they weren’t complaining. She felt safe in his arms, and for a minute, she felt idiotic for running out of the door like that.

“I’m sorry, love.” He finally broke the silence between them, “I should have spoke up for you. I just… I didn’t want to start a fight in front of everyone there.” 

She slowly reached her hand up, tugging at his arm.

“And I’m sorry for not realizing how badly that could’ve turned out…” she replied.

She felt his soft lips press to the back of her hair, “Don’t apologize… It’s too early for this. Let’s go back inside, yeah?”

Y/N turned her body and was fully facing him now, allowing a small smile to take over her features. Harry smiled in return and embraced her one last time before grabbing her hand and walking back to their house.

I’m just spitballing right now, but I think this “surge of interest” in Jane and Thor as a couple on tumblr is interesting.

I’ve never seen so many random posts hailing them as a great ship, or people proclaiming their love for this fictional couple that they’ve only now gained interest in now that Jane’s not going to be in Thor 3. Listen, I’ve been on tumblr since 2012. There have been a consistent like… twelve? People? Who have consistently created content or posted in the tag or participated in discussion. Not that you can’t be a low key fan or a tag stalker! All that’s fine. I’m not here to hatekeep (you know, that was a typo but I’m keeping it because it’s so apt) the fandom and police who is and isn’t a real fan.

But I do think it’s interesting to note that a more significant chunk of people started to get up in arms about the end of fosterson/the disappearance of Jane only when it became possible that Thor might have a black love interest.

some dude had a confederate flag bumper sticker that says ‘rebel’ & praise fuckin be that we ended up stopped at a light together with our windows down.

i was like 'hey, just so you know, there is a typo on your sticker. they spelled racist wrong’

Ready Steady Part 5

Summary: Day 2 of the convention. The reader starts to come to terms with her feelings for Rob. And, boy does Rob really start to show his feelings for the reader!

Words: 4577

Pairing: Rob x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, extreme fluff?, kissing, maybe?

Note: For the sake of the remainder of the fic, I’m using some old Louden Swain songs and making them new ones. Also, as you can tell, my reader is a singer/songwriter and a country girl at heart… so for her, instead of trying to write my own lyrics, I’m using songs by Miranda Lambert and claiming them as the reader’s own. Hey, this way, you can listen to the actual songs after you read!

The song used in this chapter is “I’ve Got Wheels” by Miranda Lambert.

Catch up:  Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

This feels rushed again, but writing too many characters is hard! It was late when I finished this, let me know if you see typos.

Originally posted by idjitlovespie

*AW! Vegas Con memories in the GIF!*


You woke up to the sound of your phone indicating that you had text messages coming in. Rubbing your eyes, you searched for the phone on the nightstand but it wasn’t there. You realized you were still in your clothes from yesterday, so you searched your pockets of your jeans until you found it in your back pocket. What a night. You had no recollection of falling asleep fully dressed. You checked your phone, a smile forming on your face when you saw that you had messages from Rob. You had behaved a bit dramatically the night before, running off after his friends had told you a little more than you thought you were ready to hear. Despite your quick exit from the party, you knew that you really did like Rob, you just couldn’t see why he would like you. However, seeing that he had taken the time to text you just now made you feel better about everything.

Rob: Hey, are you awake?

Rob: I hope everything is okay. You seemed upset last night.

Y/N: Hey Rob, yeah I’m fine.

Rob: You took off pretty suddenly.

Y/N: Yeah, I reached my limit on drinking and lack of sleep. I wasn’t thinking. I should have said goodbye at least.

Rob: I’m sorry we kept you up.

Y/N: It’s fine. I’m fine.

Rob: Good. I was worried my friends may have said something to upset you.

Y/N: No, they were great. I like them.

Rob: I think they like you too.

Rob: If you’re not busy today, you could come down to the convention. I’ve got a panel with Rich and Matt. And there’s the concert tonight…

Y/N: I told you’d I’d go to your show. I would love to see your panel too.

Rob: See you around 10:30? Let me know when you get here and I’ll come find you.

Y/N: Sure.

You checked the clock to make sure you had time to get ready. It was only 7. You groaned, sort of upset that Rob had messaged you so early. You don’t think you even left the party until 2 this morning. How the hell was he up and ready to go? You rolled off the bed, willing yourself to get in the shower. Sure, it was early, but you would have time to get breakfast before meeting up with Rob.

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anonymous asked:

hey sorry to bother you but you spelt interview wrong in the tags of your latest post. just thought i'd let you know

Typos happen sometimes. :P

Unless it’s the dan&phil/fall out boy post. In which case the video was actually titled “intenterview.” Because they were doing an interview in a tent. :)

You know the typo? It took people a while to even realize it. I bet Bois didn’t notice it either, and just added a bit to a later chapter to correct it. 

If you remove all the dialogue mentioning the typo (from “So there’s eight million people on Earth, and literally nobody even” to “anyway so.”), the chapter still reads perfectly naturally. 

[Everything mentioning the typo was here] 

So yeah, Bois probably just fucked up. Whoops. 

“Were You Looking For Me?” Part VI


A Rowaelin Teenage AU

Parts: [I], [II], [III], [IV], [V]

Word Count: 1756

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long to get out to you guys! Thank you for all of the feedback and encouragement, it seriously mean a lot so THANK YOU!

                                                         PART VI

        Rowan Whitethorn counted the minutes as he strode through the soggy streets of Adarlan beside his uncle. Throughout their lunch Rowan had difficulty keeping focus on the information his uncle was sharing about the meetings held earlier that day. He damned himself for the split attention, but could neither quit thinking about Aelin and the task that lay before her, nor confess to his uncle the cause of his distraction.

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minibunbon  asked:

my day was good! i spent a lot of time on personal projects (I'm making a quilt out of old t shirts from random school events). also i'm trying to make typo edits on tumblr... I don't have any ideas about what to put on them tho...

Ooh my goodness! That quilt sounds so precious! Can I see when you’re done? (If not I totally understand). Making typo edits can be fun but like you said it can be hard to figure out what you want to put on them. Do you have any quotes that you like? Or words that resonate with you? Let me know if you need typo making phone app suggestions! Best of luck!

anonymous asked:

Hi! Just wanted to let you know there's a typo in your last post. It says fort instead of fork

~Lays down on the floor~ I fixed it

~Mod B

Writing is hard and that typo was up for a long time

Name: One More Night
Chapters: 2/10
Pairings: Larry(ro.); Ziall,Niam,Nouis (bro.)
Genres: Angst; Hurt/comfort
Warnings: violence, swearing, rape 
About: Louis and Niall are kidnapped. The Kidnappers are wicked, they requires impossibly high ransom for them. Every day that they doesn’t recieve their money, they does something to the guys to make their loving hurry up. Louis as the older and wiser one takes everything on him, leaving Niall unhurted.

Note: 1) The story of the band stays same in this story, but the relationship between Louis and Harry is different. And there is no Eleanor.
         2) Please guys, be aware of that I’m more of drawing than writing person. I just really wanted to write this one,so it was right according to my expectations. Also, the start may seem a little bit rushed, cause it’s really hard for me to not write in POV. Anyway, I hope you would like it and also im so so sorry for some typos, you know it’s not my mother language,but somehow it didn’t stop me (maybe it should). But please,give it a chance and read it to the end. ~ 

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<<CHAPTER 1
“Now, it’s nearly 3 o’clock,” the black guy nodded to the middle sized white man, “he’ll be staying with you while we go and tell your friends what is going to happen, and when we get what we want, we’ll tell them where they can find you.”
This made me a lot calmer. They’re not going to hurt me or Niall. We will just stay here for a bit until they got their filthy money. It’s like in all those movies… Right?

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Name: One More Night
Chapters: 3/10
Pairings: Larry(ro.); Ziall,Niam,Nouis (bro.)
Genres: Angst; Hurt/comfort
Warnings: violence, swearing, rape
About: Louis and Niall are kidnapped. The Kidnappers are wicked, they requires impossibly high ransom for them. Every day that they doesn’t recieve their money, they does something to the guys to make their loving hurry up. Louis as the older and wiser one takes everything on him, leaving Niall unhurted.

Note: 1) The story of the band stays same in this story, but the relationship between Louis and Harry is different. And there is no Eleanor.

    2) Please guys, be aware of that I’m more of drawing than writing person. I just really wanted to write this one,so it was right according to my expectations. Also, the start may seem a little bit rushed, cause it’s really hard for me to not write in POV. Anyway, I hope you would like it and also im so so sorry for some typos, you know it’s not my mother language,but somehow it didn’t stop me (maybe it should). But please,give it a chance and read it to the end. ~

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anonymous asked:

headcanons for delphine helping cosima with phd and all cosima wants is teacher student roleplay,

well that’s p much a headcanon on its own but if we’re going with theme

  • “could you please proof read this section for me here i printed it for you you just sit at your table i’ll just stand behind you and bend over to point at something important and shove my boobs in your face”
  • “cosima could you please stop “accidentally” dropping your pen every two seconds to bend down im trying to reflect on this topic”
  • “it took me two hours to realize that the reason you highlighted single words like 5 pages apart is because if you read them together it says “sexual activities requested” you’re such a fucking nerd” 
  • “why the fuck do you even have a school girl uniform i should probably not ask about the unreasonable amount of effort you’re putting into trying to bone (or more like, pelvis) me FOR REAL COSIMA YOU’LL NEVER GET YOUR PHD YOU HORNY LITTLE MERDE”
  • “i went to your uni with you to help submitting ur paper and you kept calling me prof. cormier everywhere and now everyone thinks i’m teaching here students keep saying hi you’re getting me into a fraud cosima control your fucking fetish imma make u do a whole different kinda submitting later”
  • “i said i could explain this one thing but you got a little too flirty and this make out session got out of hand now you’re sitting on my table with legs spread unbuttoning your shit purring “explain it real good” did you just fucking toss the papers away they fell off the table cosima it took me about seven hours to organize these things it’s not even just your shit THERE WAS SERIOUS BUSINESS THERE”
  • “cosima just give up i’m not gonna believe that a full sentence about wanting fuck me in the middle of your paper is just a typo”
  • “you know what i’ll just forget to remind you to take that out of the final version and let you submit your dissertation with that line still in there it’s a small price to pay for these MONTHS of sexually frustrating shenanigans fuck you honestly”
  • “if you get your title after all this shit i’m seriously giving back mine bc the educational system failed me”