serpentenema:

tocinobebe:

my friend has this weird knockoff Winnie the Pooh blanket and it’s the most menacing thing i’ve ever seen

Thats not honey
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dondogoier:

ya-boy-levi:

soomanie:

ya-boy-levi:

soomanie:

ya-boy-levi:

*takes creative writing class*
*writes fanfiction*

*takes art class*
*draws otp*

*takes media art class*
*makes anime gifs*

*takes music class*
*makes cover of anime opening*

*joins speech and debate*
*preaches anime*

*takes boxing class* *busts up these nerds*

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emmacrrstairs:

SO I FOUND THIS PICTURE OF EMMA AND I HAD TO WRITE A DRABBLE ABOUT JULIAN SEEING HER IN THIS OUTFIT SO HERE IT IS….ENJOY —————————————- “Emma?” Jules cracked open his parabatai’s bedroom door, expecting her to be flustered, running around throwing clothes or looking for her bra. Chuckling at the image of that, he stepped into the room.  “Emma?” He called again, looking around, but the room was empty. Frowning, he peeked into her adjourning bathroom, but again, silence met him.  He slipped out into the hall again, pulling Emma’s door shut with a click. The hall was quiet, until he heard a giggle come from Cristina Rosales’ room. The quiet giggle grew into a full out laugh. Curious, Julian crept towards the door, trying to see if he could eavesdrop.  “He is /seriously/ going to loose it when he sees you, Emma.” He could just make out Cristina’s melodic voice.  “You think?” Emma said, a shy tinkling giggle following.  “I don’t think, I know.” He heard Emma sigh. “I just wish…” She trailed off, not finishing her sentence.  “You wish what?” “Nothing. Never mind.” Julian felt his heart flutter. Of course. He had forgotten about her date with Jason tonight. Apparently, they were going to a local club to meet a group of Jason’s friends. Julian did not approve, but he didn’t voice his disapproval to her. He wanted to be as supportive as he could, even though he thought Jason’s ego could be knocked down a bit. Or a lot.  Lost in his thoughts, he barely registered the click before the door swung open.  “Julian?” Cristina’s voice broke the silence.  “Oh hi, um, sorry, uh, I was looking for Emma,” he mumbled. “I thought she would be in here.” “Emma!” Cristina called over her shoulder. “Julian is looking for you.” “Tell him to come in,” was her faint reply.  Cristina sighed. “She’s in the bathroom.” Julian made his way through the mess of clothes strewn about on the floor. The bathroom door squeaked as he pushed it open.  The first glance of Emma he saw was her skin. He did a double take and realized it was in fact, part of her outfit. The breath rushed out of him as he stared in awe.  Her top barely qualified as a shirt. Her stomach was exposed, and the neckline was low cut, not leaving much to the imagination. She was wearing a long white that would have covered her long lean legs, except for the fact that a slit ran all the way to her hip.  “W-wow Emma, um. You look great.” Emma whirled around, mascara brush in hand.  “Jules! Hey.” She blinked, setting her makeup down on the counter. “So, um, what can I do for you?” He was temporarily mesmerized by the patch of smooth, taunt skin below her navel. God, if he could only reach out and pull her close, so he could run his hands down and feel- “I-” he cleared his throat. “I just wanted to know if I should wait up for you after I put the kids to bed.” Emma pursed her lips, her eyebrows furrowing. “Probably not. I’ll probably be out late, and Jason said we might go back to his apartment for a while after.” Something ugly stirred in Julian’s stomach. Yes, Jason was older than Emma and had his own apartment. This was another reason why Julian didn’t trust him with Emma.  “Oh. Okay, well. Have fun tonight, Em.” He patted her arm, but she grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a hug.  He was hyper-aware of her bare stomach pressed against his shirt, but he tried not to think about it as he hugged her back. As she pulled away, she whispered, “You have fun tonight too.” Smiling playfully, she brushed past him and out of the room.  Unfortunately, a cold shower didn’t constitute fun in his book.
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inbox:

why do teapots scream like wtf shut the hell up you piece of shit

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4t-ounce:

"That’s gonna be 18.50 fuck boi"
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elasmosaurus:

"Just the two of us against the rest of the world!"
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thekatitube:

DOES ANYONE ELSE GET LIKE REALLY HAPPY WHEN SOMEONE LEANS THEIR HEAD ON YOUR SHOULDER AND YOURE LIKE FUCK YEAH IVE BEEN CHOSEN AND YOU FEEL REALLY SPECIAL BUT THEN YOU HAVE TO STAY SO FUCKIBG STILL COS IF YOU MOVE THEYLL STOP LEANING ON YOU AND ITS LIKE NO COME BACK IM SORRRRYUWYY

(via brotherjem)

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