#o h m ygod

[stormbreaker-290]

imma give you no context and just

:3

DUDE DUDE DUEWD DUDE DUDE DUEDE WHAT DUDE WHAT OH MY GOD WHAT DUDE WHAT WHAT WAHT EAHT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHTA HWTt whtz hwtGtHWTAH YE HWTT T HWTHWYZTWHAGCHWHAHFJWYWTWGTAGWYAHTEHWTAHTWHATWTSGSWGTSGDGADHYSHSUDHEUSHTEEHD

[shrewmingledotcom]

saw the trailer to the hypmic rhyme anima season 2 and holy shit it looks amazing oh my god *dies*

[heavenlyhischier]

OH M YGOD OH MY GOD O H MY GOD OH MY GOD MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD

[aevyternal]

Slobbers on her hand a little . But like , in a friendly way .

@anammxlech

Brows  initially  shoot  UPWARDS  upon  her  forehead  at  the  warmth  that  seeps  into  cool  skin ,   before  a  faint  smile  begins  to  touch  the  corners  of  her  lips  in  quiet  AMUSEMENT .   Even  the drool  that  coats  the  palm  of  her  hand  isn’t  enough  to  make  her  pull  AWAY  from  the  other .   Instead ,   a  quiet  laugh  spills  forth ,   outer  corners  of  her  eyes  crinkling  as  unslobbered  hand  comes  up  to  softly  TAP  the  end  of  Annie’s  nose  with  a  single  digit .                          ❝    Making  a  downright  mess now ,  aren’t  we ?    ❞

[me-myself-and-my-fos]

I forgot to post this but...... a r m

[blackhermionegrangers]

MISSANDEI DIED IN CHAINS

[maraczeks]

tww s2 rw thread pt 3

[clickyourheart]

thanks baby for making my whole christmas

[kyungsohs]

YIXING 😭😭😭😩😩😖😖💖💞💞💗💗💝💕💕😣🤧🤧🤧💓💕💕💕😫😫😍😍💘💘💘

[raedas]

Opinion on Raine knowing how to wield a sword?

oh my god . o h my god . oh my ofd soh m you sog m yvod soh my cod so m ygod oh my yvof sog my ogos

[pastafossa]

bff you tagged the ‘semper fidelis’ matt reblog as ‘charlie conway’ instead of cox and when i googled it fucking mighty ducks came up im just cackling over that 😭

WOOPS O H M YGOD.

this is what i get for slamming reblog and tagging while thirsty, jfc

[dork-with-a-uke]

Your nickname is The man, the myth, the EL-egend 👉👉

o h mygod 

those finger guns

i can  ‘t t a k e , .  i t

send me a nickname you’d give me!

[moo-moo-meadows]

OOH M T FUCJIGN GOD ?!?? Oh m y gOD OH MY FDO OH M THSO I H MY GSO OH M TVDO OH MCY GOD?!? HELL OU N GGDO OH M TGDO OH MYGOD. MO H M YGOD OH M YHDO HOH NYGODI H M YOHD NG O. I AM SO GAY

YEAH EHAIWUAHW YEAH YEAH YEAH IT JUDT.. HRIEISJE

[thefrontbotttoms]

I dont want ur sweaty spice boy living in my inbox, hes a wet pepper

a wet jalapeno pepper because he is LONG

[svtskneecaps]

Walls Could Talk Part 32 ~ the article

(Seventeen Fic, Superpower! Non-Idol! High school! AU)

You’re just a high school kid trying to survive your senior year. Seems simple enough. Problem is, you landed a major crush on a good looking transfer student, and unfortunately, the both of you are hiding some abilities that are a bit less than normal, and there’s a ghost you thought you buried in your past that’s rearing his ugly head. So… maybe this won’t be as easy as you were hoping.

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hi. short one this time, just sort of turned out that way. i’d put the texts in but then it would make the post super long and that’s just a pain to scroll down, so we have to split them up. thanks tumblr.

also everyone say thank you seventeen for making hit the road be free, and also prepare for crying because o h my god. thank you seventeen but oh m ygod

Tag List: @uglyratlmao​ @lowkeycarat​ @princeofshenzhenuwus​ @snowyseungs​ @angelmingyu​

CONTENT WARNINGS FOR PAST ATTEMPTED SUICIDE AND PANIC ATTACKS

You knew you held a lot of cards close to your chest. You hadn’t had problems with it before, much, but now?

You didn’t-- you couldn’t let him. You didn’t deserve Jun’s love when you were hiding so much from him still, you just didn’t. And you really wanted to tell him. He already knew about Derek after all, so how bad could-- really bad, it could be so bad. He could feel so betrayed, or-- or disgusted, or he could decide that he couldn’t love you anymore because you’d-- sure he’d said he wouldn’t do that but could you--

Fuck. You couldn’t do this spiral again, not during class. Miss Mendes was about to send the groups off for discussion again and you had to be present for that not to mention he could be listening he was right next to you.

“I’ve posted links online, one for each group,” she said. “I’ll give you about 5 minutes to read the article and 10 to discuss it, okay?”

The students chorused a disinterested agreement and took out devices to access the Internet. You went back to the homework you’d been trying to work through.

When Miss Mendes called for discussion, though, no one at the table spoke. After a moment, you glanced up. Usually Wonwoo would have at least said, “So,” by now.

They were all staring at you.

Your brow furrowed as you frowned. “What? Was it that confusing?”

“. . . Something like that,” Jihoon said, and he reached across the table to hand you his phone and something in your blood ran cold because Jihoon never let anyone touch his phone.

Maybe your emotions running high did it. Maybe his phone was always just like that. Either way, the moment the phone brushed your palm it shrieked the words, “Last Friday, a local teen was hospitalized after--”

You yanked your hand back like you’d been burned. The phone clattered onto the table, undeterred, screeching for you and you alone as cheerful as ever like it wasn’t reciting the same gossip column that had ruined everything, “--cleaning products, high school freshman Y/N L/N--” (you burned, they’d put your full name in the paper, you hadn’t stood a chance)-- “was admitted with severe poisoning. According to our sources she was moments from--”

“Y/N,” Jun said, but you didn’t take your eyes from the phone. “Is it-- is it true? What is this?”

You didn’t know when you’d stood up but your knees ached like you’d hit them on something and everyone was staring at you but the phone was still fucking talking and your head recited every word with it-- “rumors that she was attempting to blackmail her now ex-boyfriend Derek into staying--”

Your things were in your bag and you didn’t know when you’d put them there. Your bag was on your shoulder and you didn’t know how it got there. You were halfway out the door before you realized you’d taken a step. You were out on the lawn before you blinked.

That article, that article, it was always that fucking article, and just when you thought you’d found something good, something worth it, someone pulled that fucking article, how’d they even find it? Miss Mendes wouldn’t have linked it, fuck Jihoon must’ve found it or-- or Minghao or Jun or you didn’t want to think about it because fuck they’d all know and fuck you’d finally found someone who didn’t treat you like a headcase or look at you askance because of it; you’d gone to therapy for years and clawed your way back and it had been slow but it had worked but maybe not anymore, not against this.

You were in your car with the keys in the ignition driving home before you even really knew it. You couldn’t go back to school with the words ringing in your mind like the whole student body was chanting them at your back.

You’d wanted him to know.

You never wanted it to be like this.

Next >

(next part Friday, May 15)

[klary-fray]

y’all better watch the originals tonight DONT SLEEP ON HOPE MIKAELSON I REPEAT DONT SLEEP ON HOPE MIKAELSON