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What do you think what Juvia will do? ..I mean her situation sucks TT___TT



i think her head will starts to burn

Group Assigments

Person: I have an idea
Me: So did Hitler


I swear I’m not even two minutes in and I couldn’t resist.




There’s this asshole who every time he sees me with my ukulele he thinks he’s funny and asks “Can you play any Metallica?” but the joke is now on him because I just learned how to play the intro riff to Master of Puppets.

I did it. I fucking did it. He asked me again just like I knew he would and I stared him straight in the eyes without blinking and just fucking shredded on my ukulele


(Fuente: meidosuji)


that’s gross don’t do that




great gatsby (2013): leonardo dicaprio is rich and screams at people

wolf of wallstreet (2013): leonardo dicaprio is rich and screams at people

django unchained (2012): leonardo dicaprio is rich and screams at people

So where the FUCK IS HIS OSCAR

this post is not about memes. this post is about rich men screaming. thank you

Your stories are so amazing!!!! <3


;_____; do you really think so ;___;

aw man, YOU are amazing for taking time out of your day to say this. it’s so nice of you, aw geez, i’m a puddled mess. i’m so happy you enjoy my silly ideas, thank you so much! this reaffirmation is always appreciated esp ‘cause i’ve had this sitting for several days and wasn’t sure what to do with it, but you know what, i’m gonna dedicate it to you ok ;u;


The front door slammed open as Juvia stormed inside, followed closely by her exhibitionist boyfriend behind her. 

"I said I’m sorry, alright?" Gray said, slinging his shirt over his shoulder. "No need to be so upset over a dumb restaurant, Juvia. The food was crappy anyway—"

"It’s not the restaurant Juvia’s upset with!" she yelled, whirling around with cheeks flushed in anger.

Gray flinched, taking a step back and furrowing his brow. “You’re mad at me? The hell did I do?”

"Gray-sama knows what he did!"

"No, I don’t—"

"Gray-sama’s taking off his clothes!"

"…This isn’t new, Juvia—"

She huffed, blue eyes blazing. “Gray-sama’s taking off clothes in front of beautiful women!”

He blinked. “I’m—what?”

"Don’t play dumb, Gray-sama! Juvia knows! Gray-sama keeps his clothes on normally, but when a beautiful woman comes, they’re suddenly gone! And Juvia knows why!”

He cringed, staying silent. He really shouldn’t bait her by asking why—

"It’s because Gray-sama is seducing them with his body! That’s why he is always taking his clothes off around them!"

"Wait," he said calmly, raising his hands in a surrendering motion, "I’m not seducing anyone—"

"Gray-sama is very handsome, so the love rivals are always looking, but when Gray-sama removes his clothes and shows his body, he becomes irresistible!"

He paused, falling silent before the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smug grin. “You really think that?”

Juvia whisked her head away, folding her arms across her chest and exhaling noisily through her nose. Gray blinked, noting the absence of a flustered blush or embarrassed squeak. So she really was mad at him.

The girl suddenly snapped her gaze back at him, and he flinched under the fiery heat of her stare.

"Gray-sama never strips when he is alone with Juvia," she stated. "But when a beautiful woman appears, Juvia is left picking up Gray-sama’s clothes!"

"Juvia, calm down," he said, taking a cautious step towards her. "It’s just a habit, you know that. I never realize when I’m doing it, and it’s not because of some beautiful girl—"

"Why does Gray-sama not strip in front of Juvia anymore?" she interjected, and he stiffened upon finding her blue eyes glistening. "Does Gray-sama not find Juvia beautiful? Does Gray-sama want a prettier woman in Juvia’s place?"

"Juvia," he sighed, walking closer towards her and rubbing the back of his neck. “Your jealousy is a little ridiculous, you know that?”

"So it’s true!" she cried, turning to run off to their bedroom, but she felt him grab her wrist before trapping her against the wall.

"Listen to me," he said, but she adamantly avoided his pressing gaze. "The reason I don’t strip around you, it’s not what you think."

"Juvia doesn’t believe you," she pouted, turning her face further away from his.

"It’s not because of some beautiful girl!" he retorted, and her eyes slowly returned to his as a light blush dusted his cheeks. "It’s—it’s because—"

"It’s because of beautiful men, isn’t it?" she said quietly, and Gray’s face instantly reddened.

"No, dammit!" he exclaimed, shoving himself off of her. "I’m dating you, how many times do I need to tell you—”

"Juvia loves you regardless, Gray-sama! Just be honest with yourself—!"

"I’m not gay, Juvia!”

"Then why, Gray-sama?! Why don’t you ever strip around Juvia anymore?!”

“‘Cause it’s not my clothes I wanna take off, it’s yours!

She squeaked, a blush instantly coating her cheeks as her hands flew to her mouth. “…E-Eh?”

He cursed under his breath, whipping his blushing face away and rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah," he muttered. "I don’t strip around you ‘cause if my clothes do come off, I want you taking them off for me.”

Her face flushed darker, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. “G-Gray-sama…”

He stubbornly evaded her eyes, staring at a corner. “Okay? Get it now? Shit, it’s hot in here…” He tugged on the chain of his necklace, swallowing thickly before clearing his throat. “I need some air.”

Juvia mutely nodded, steam rising from her face as Gray turned towards the door. She watched him go, her eyes idly trailing lower, only to bug out of her head as she squeaked.

"Gray-sama—your pants!