#floatiisms

TUMBLR ACCENT CHALLENGE! // @ferox-venustas @amplifyingtrace @needahero @floatiisms @spitecremated @feralquirks @qsnki @tenacityblitz @eldabilo @hissuccessor

Your name and username.

Where you’re from.

Pronounce the following words: aunt, roof, route, theater, iron, salmon, caramel, fire, water, New Orleans, Pecan, both, again, probably, Alabama, lawyer, coupon, mayonnaise, pajamas, caught, naturally, aluminum, GIF, Tumblr, Crackerjack, doorknob, envelope, GPOY.

What is it called when you throw toilet paper on a house?

What is a bubbly carbonated drink called?

What do you call gym shoes?

What do you call your grandparents?

What do you call the wheeled contraption in which you carry groceries at the supermarket?

What is the thing you change the TV channel with?

Choose a book and read a passage from it.

Do you think you have an accent?

Would you rather be a wizard or a vampire?

Do you know anyone on Tumblr in real life?

Oversights happened. Well, more like a pretty big blunder but no biggie, it wasn’t the end of the world. The pale-skinned girl could pick up enough sunscreen to last the trip home. She just needed to - damn, that was a lot of sun exposure!

“Nu-uh Mr Sun, I’m not about that life,“ Hertz commented as she scanned the ever-shifting crowd surrounding her. Someone had to be on their way to that store, right?

Furry ears twitched slightly. She picked out a brunette who seemed to be headed in that direction. It sounded so at least. Something about a bag of chips for dinner? Wait just a minute, wasn’t she one of those UA students?

So cruel…….

The loud clap of thunder did make Midoriya jump. Not that he’d ever admit that he was scared of thunderstorms - especially in front of Kacchan. Still, he still gave the other a small smile, the discomfort at the thunderstorm going on behind him making him forget about being embarrassed she was so close for the moment.

“Yeah! I-I’m sure the storm will let up soon!” Midoriya decided not to mention that he’d checked his weather app - pretty constantly, too - and it probably wouldn’t be stopping until late tonight, perhaps the following morning.

“We can watch a movie, Uraraka-san!” He’d be too jumpy for video games, and besides, if she wasn’t very good; he wouldn’t make the other play.

Dabi dies jumping in front of Shoto before Shoto can die

     // Okay first of all - FUCK YOU, KERRI, OW.

A late night question about homework - that was what had pulled Uraraka from her dorm room and sent her shuffling down the halls to Aizawa’s own. He was the only teacher she was almost certain was up, after all. The last thing she wanted to do was wake someone.

No one around here got enough sleep, these days.

A soft knock and she pushed the door open, but the question that had been on the tip of her tongue, was lost immediately, when her eyes fell on the scene before her.

  ‘Cat sweaters…                     How cute!!’

Her eyes lit up at the sight, excitement and joy welling in her chest, before bursting out in a soft-

                     “Can I help?”

Oh come on Aizawa, it’s exactly what it looks like.

nooooooo. nooooooo. this is the worst day of his life. he cannot believe that a student caught him in the middle of this -- knitting and sewing together little sweaters for his stray cats. it’s what he does to relieve stress. plus, he likes taking care of them. he’s always loved cats; he’s never been able to explain the connection he feels to them, but they’re selective with who they life and only open up to people they trust unconditionally -- and maybe that’s it. 

oh god, he’s emotionally similar to a cat. 

send me a url and i’ll record my voice saying the url along with what i think of them. [NOT ACCEPTING]