Gigglimesh

ossydarling:

cantownmayor:

pageofbreasts:

OH MY FUCKING GOD

OH MY GOOOOD

hokaidoplanet:

charmsandpandas:

scratchman:

liesles:

deflare:

Maid, Page, Mage, Knight, Rogue, Sylph, Seer, Thief, Heir, Bard, Prince, Witch

Yes please! c:

Oh this’ll be fun

OH OH OH please do this this looks so fun !

oh this sounds like fun, please do c:

threshold-dragon:

I crashed early, so I missed the update hype… everyone’s freaking out about the moirailship…. but as I scroll down my dash….

No one mentioned this?

I think…. I think Sollux is the new Eridan…

cross-marian:

hokaidoplanet:

geromy:

bombchutheragetroll:

cries irl

*A*

I’m allergic to peanut butter…

gredandforge-weasley:

• God it’s cold in here.
• Bellatrix just shut. up.
• I miss James.
• And Remus.
• And Lily.
• And my motorbike.
• Bikeeeeeeeeeeey.
• Are they having sex over there?
• ew god that’s just… disturbing.
• I didn’t know you could bend that way.  Huh.
• MUST. KILL. WORMTAIL.
• I will never be happy again.
• Nothing left to do but wank.
• Fap fap fap fap fap.
• I miss my motorbike.

Feed a shark Bacon.

je-t-appartiens:

1. Narcissa Malfoy and He’s Not Going To Durmstrang

2.Narcissa Malfoy and What Happened to Our House Elf, Lucius

3.Narcissa Malfoy and and The Injury of her Poor Baby

4. Narcissa Malfoy and the Time She Had Something Foul Smelling Under Her Nose

5. Narcissa Malfoy and the Time Her Sister Broke Out of Azkaban and Came to Live in Her House

6. Narcissa Malfoy and He’s Just a Boy

7. Narcissa Malfoy and That Time She Saved the World

(credit to MusicalGypsy)

No turkey, no veggies, no pretending this is anything but sweet pure carbs that i am stuffing in my face.

…its almost orgasmic. 

((This is a bit of a long post.sorry.))

Okay this Fantasy Friday is more of a Fictional Friday, or at lest has some parts that involve fictional relations.

Today my mother and I went to lunch and a topic popped up that has been coming up more often and is quite frighting. My mother brought up children again,more so, me having some. This had been happening a lot lately and well its a bit unnerving. But today topic on the matter was that my parents are older and seeing as I’m not likely to have children soon I would need to find someone else to take care of my kids if something were to happen to me (seeing as my mother is convinced that I’m not going to get married to a man or a woman.) With out thinking i said.

“Well worst comes to worst they would have to live with there god parents before finding a foster family or such.” To which my mother replayed.

“Oh and you have god parents picked out for them already?” to which I said.

“Well i know how i’d ask. God mother would be Laura,and God father would be Mikey. I mean there going to grow up calling them Aunt and Uncle anyways.”

Mom gave me a side ways look then sighed. I know what this meant, she was thinking of Chris. Chris Is my older brother. He died when i was fourteen and its still pretty hard on the family.Though she knows Laura is my half sister, and that i have grown treat her as such, and that she loves Mikey like a son, she still is saddened when thinking of our lives with out Chris. Needless to say the conversation quickly turned to a new topic and the two of us chatted away, but it was still in my mind, these children i was most likely not have and the uncle they would never know.

Later I was cleaning with my father and he stopped picking up an old album. He looked it over and nostalgia washed over him, he turned to me holding up the album. “This belongs to your aunt.” Me:”Oh? Marry-beth?” Him:”No, Lamy.” 

Lamy was the nick name for my fathers older sister Lois-ann. I never knew Lamy, for the longest time I never even knew she or any of my fathers four siblings existed.I grew up thinking i had two uncles, Glen and Elliot,but when i was seven my fathers older brother showed up and it was explained that my Uncles were not in fact family, just my dads best friends and that i now had two uncles and an aunt to meet. I met the one older brother of my father, and his younger sister,Marry-beth. I didn’t meet his younger brother or his older sister. His younger brother because he was a bigot and would never meet his brothers black wife or polluted children. And his older sister because she was dead. She had died when he was fourteen.

This made me think. About today with mom, over dad, over Laura and Mikey, over the fictional children that were slowly filling my day. And I decided I was happy with my Uncle Glen and Elliot. That i didn’t know my aunts well, and would never know the one. I would just have her name as my middle name and live my life never knowing more then that. And though i love my brother, and will miss him for the rest of my life I would have no problems if my Children grew up thinking i have a brother and a sister.

A Uncle Mikey and an Aunt Laura.

You realize your dress is shorter then your hoodie…

Okay this is more of a what i think Wednesday, but lets go with this and keep moving along. So as some of you know I am a bit of a Homestuck addict, and this idea popped into my head as i tried to stab out my sister’s girlfriends eye with some Pocky. It took a while to fine tune, but this is troll romance versions of the Pocky game.

Matesprits 

This is played like normal, may lead to sloppy make outs and revival of the dead.

Moirails

Both take an end and begin, wait until there is about an inch between them and then break it off. Laughs and then decides who gets the last bit.

Auspisitices

This is a trick one, but with the right people can be pulled off. The two who are arguing take to there ends, then the one mediating has to dolphin dive between the two taking the Pocky before the to can reach each other.  

Kismesissitude

Both parties get there own Pocky stick and stab at each other. Aim for the eyes. always aim for the eyes.

…Yup, this is my life.