Are-you-down-with-the-clown

anonymous asked:

I just found your blog and I love your writing style! Are you still taking little Drabble requests? If so can I have Hoseok + “No, I can’t hang out, I’m on a date and you know that.” Thank you!

Originally posted by hoesoks

This date was a complete failure and let down. This guy from your class had asked you out, he was attractive and he was the class clown - not only that but you felt bad for saying no to him. Now you wish you had, he was currently on his phone grinning more at that than you. You played with your food on the plate, not really up for eating right now. 

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Reactions to the new RWBY (Spoilers!)
  • adam how the fuck did you hurt blake
  • i am 100% sure that velvet’s semblance/weapon thing matches the oc of someone else in the fandom and someone is freaking out right now.
  • “GUESS WHO”
  • “YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME” all the time, sun… all the time.
  • Ruby’s scythe animations are still the bomb
  • WHAT CAN TORCHWICK NOT AFFORD TO LOSE
  • Hahaaaaaa neo floating on an umbrella…. GET FLOATED….. that was dark
  • I expected a Grimm would intervene in Torchwick beating up Ruby, BUT NOT FUCKING EAT HIM
  • also i still love the griffons
  • only in RWBY can hopping down to the ground on gunshots actually work.
  • QROWSCYTHE AAAAAAAAAH
  • IRONWOOD ALSO HAS A ROBOT PROSTHETIC THING (fuck mercury btw someone rip his legs off)
  • JAUNE SORT OF KNOWS…….
  • PYRRHA DONT SCREAM NOOOO
  • Cinder you bitch
  • BLAKE NOOOO
  • YANG NOOOOOOOOOOOO
  • ADAM FUCK YOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU
  • Credits: Torchwick could have been a goddamn clown or have a ponytail, Velvet’s semblance comes from the pictures, and the finale is next week my heart is not ready

As a whole, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“A smile is a frown turned upside down.
A smile is painted on the face of a clown.
A smile brightens a dreary day.
A smile chases tears away.
A smile is a gift that shows you care.
A smile is priceless no matter where.
A smile is the key to happiness.
A smile is a sure sign of success.

"When you feel lonely in a strange place
It helps to see a smile on another’s face
If there is any real magic around
It is the silent magic of a smile’s sound.”
-Kurt Hearth
(March ‘86)

I’m Not Okay

Summary:  Dean isn’t dealing well with the death of his father. Set at the end of Episode 2.2 Everybody Loves a Clown when Dean takes a crowbar to the Impala.

Author:  Dean’s Dirty Little Secret

Characters: Dean Winchester x female reader

Word Count:  1214

Warnings:  Language, explicit sexual content, smut, nsfw, unprotected sex

Author’s Notes: I’m having a lot of season one and two feelings today.

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“And uhh, I know they like to beat you down a lot. When you come around the block brothas clown a lot. But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up. Forgive but don’t forget, girl, keep your head up. And when he tells you, you ain’t nothing, don’t believe him. And if he can’t learn to love you, you should leave him. Coz sista you don’t need him. And I ain’t tryna gas you up, I just call em like I seem em.”

– Tupac 

Love Games. [*Smut]

A/N: Sorry it’s so short. I’m honestly not physically attracted to Scott so he’s a little bit harder to write for. But I’m working on it. So, it’s smutish. lol

Request: Hey can I get a Scott smut please

The ball rolled down the putting green on to the clown’s tongue and out the other end sliding right into the hole.

“Goooalllll.” Scott yelled dropping his putter and throwing his hands in the air.

“That’s soccer.” I frowned “And you’re cheating anyways.” I said crossing my arms with my small putter still in my hand.

“How can you cheat at put put? Scott said with a half smile.

“Well we’re not all werewolves now are we?” I said trying to bite back a smile. Scott pulled me into a hug and chuckled forcing the smile out of me.

“Well, let me show how to do it.” I turned around in his arms, my back to his front, and he slid his hands down to meet mine on the putter.

“Okay, first you put your hands like this.” He moved my hands in the correct position with his.

“And you separate your feet so their shoulder width apart.” I spread my legs in his requested position and stuck my butt out a little for good measure. He cleared his throat nervously and continued teaching me.

“And then you-”

“Scott!” I hissed at him a small smile on my face. “Stop.” I looked over my shoulder at him. His face was twisted in confusion. With my eyes I directed looked down at his abdomen and back at him. His new erection was hard against the back of my thigh. He flushed crimson.

“Everytime.” He muttered. He let go of me to adjust himself and I finally figured out how to beat him at put put. I tapped the ball and it went through the windmill right into the hole.

“Yes!” I cheered.

“Good job.” he smirked. “Game on.” We moved on to the next hole and he went first. He set up his ball and putter getting ready to swing, until I walked over to him from behind. I kissed the back of his neck softly.

“Good luck, baby.” I whispered.

His whole body tensed up, and he swung with out meaning too. The ball rolled and hit the edge of the putting green.

“Oops. You just missed it.” I giggled.

“Who’s cheating now?”

“How do you cheat at put put?” I mimicked. He just shook his head and laughed. Every hole after that I messed with him. Sucking on his ear lobe, gripping his clothed bulge, kissing and sometimes biting on his neck, anything I could do to get him off his game. It was totally working. I ended up winning, mostly on technicalities, but a wins a win. 

“Maybe next time, McCall.” I laughed returning my putter to the front desk. He was quiet, ‘Sore loser.’ I thought. He gave the gentleman his putter as well, and we both headed back to my car. 

“You okay?” I asked once we were inside. 

“I will be.” He smirked. 

I furrowed my brow at him, but he kept the same devilish smirk on his lips. I turn the keys in the ignition, and left the mini golf course. Scott reached over and rested his hand on my thigh as I drove.

“I love you, you know that right?” He asked.

“Yes…” He was being really suspicious. It was weird for him to say something like that out of the blue. His plan was quickly divulged though. Right when I got on to the highway, his hand slowly crept up my thigh, past my skirt, and on to my panties. 

“Scott!” I scolded. “I’m driving.”

“Sucks doesn’t it? Not being able to do anything about it?” he said pressing figures on my clit though my panties. I moaned, doing my best to keep my focus on the road. 

“O-okay, S-scott!” I moaned out. “I’m s-s-sorry.” 

“It’s a little too late for that baby girl.” he chuckled slipping his fingers into my entrance as far as the silk cloth would let him, earning another wild moan from me. My whole body felt weak as he pumped his fingers in and out, but I ached for them to go deeper.

“I want you.” I begged reaching one of my hands out to him while still looking at the road. 

“Not uh, beautiful.” He tsked pushing my hand back. “Both hands on the wheel.” I whined in response, which only made him laugh.

“Put them in.” He had me begging again. “Please, baby.”

He did what I asked and, from the side, put one finger in my now wet pussy. I almost swerved as I let out groaned. My walls wrapped around his finger as he pumped again, this time going deeper into my core. I glanced at him only for a second, and he was watching me intently. He had a ghost of a smile on his beautiful face. He enjoyed watching me crumble at his hand. I sat back into my seat, fingers tight on the steering wheel, allowing him to curl his inside of me. The change of their position threatened to push me to my climax.

“Faster.” I breathed.

He moved his curled fingers faster hitting my g-spot each time. Our exit came up, and I veered on to it. My legs started to shake and I knew I was so close. I dangerously swerved in to the gas station just off the exit and crookedly park behind it. 

“I’m going to come.” I half screamed.

A few more pumps is all it took to push me over my edge. I gabbed Scott’s arm as animalistic moans poured out of my mouth. and I rocked my hips riding out the orgasm.

“That’s it, baby.” Scott said almost smug. 

When I finished, he pulled out his fingers and licked them clean of my juices.

“I’m not going to lie, watching you grind against my fingers like that was so hot.” He smiled.

“You’re such an ass.” I joked tapping his arm lightly.

“Alls fair in love and putput.” He chuckled.

the signs as things my friend's 6 year old brother has said
  • aries:*old guy trying to take picture for family photo and asks him to stay still, calling him a little boy* say that to my gun, old man
  • taurus:pepe is gay
  • gemini:dADDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYY
  • cancer:zackscott is an a-hole
  • leo:*pretends to make let's plays while playing minecraft*
  • virgo:AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHA no thats stupid
  • libra:chop it down with your-... i almost said something bad... nEVERMIND AHAHA
  • scorpio:*while getting ass wiped by older sister* i dont tell you everything
  • sagittarius:o-oh and dont forget to click the subscribe button if you want to s-subscribe my channel because i love subscribers. but dont do any bad comments because they make me mad. and if you make a bad comment ill make a comment saying 'dont make bad comments, remember?'
  • capricorn:i don't care about this clown garbage
  • aquarius:he looks gay with his blood
  • pisces:mi n2craft stroy mode ( http://imgur.com/ysmZxyP )

Didn’t Dave strider use the word Y'all once or twice?

someone sent this as a submission instead of an ask so i dunno if you meant you wanted me to post the yall quotes but im just gonna talk about them instead

so dave uses yall about five times in the entire comic - on this page in a convo with karkat about terezi being down with the clown, on this page after he just met mom roxyon this page when retcon john interrupts his convo with grimbrk jade, and then this davesprite chat with unconscious john which i’m totally counting (and technically this conversation davepetasprite^2 has with jasprosesprite^2 you better believe im gonna post the davepetasprite^2 convos some day)

however, i need to point out that when i did my search for yalls (and y’alls) literally nothing popped up during acts 1-4, only one quote popped up in act 5, and about 12 things popped up from act 6. this is of all pesterlogs in total, which means hussie himself didn’t start using the word until when he started writing act 6 (and that one time sollux uses the word in act 5). we can take this to mean that hussie finally learned what a nice word this is, or that he believes 13-year-old children wouldn’t say it but 16-year-old kids would (and sollux. damn sollux)

also, the only people who use the word yall are roxy (a lot), meenah (a few times), dave (including dave offshoots), and dirk (including AR). and sollux

principle-speaker said to quoted-books: Hey do you know any books that are similar to “Survivor” by Chuck Palahniuk? It’s one of my favorite books. Thanks!

Ahhh…haven’t read this one! I’d sadly behind on his, but I’m going to give this a shot anyway since I do know his writing style, and I looked up the plot on Goodreads J Here are some that I think could be helpful for you to check out! I would say they are more for people who just are interested in other books like Chuck Palahniuk and not specifically Survivor but I hope that’s more one and the same!

1. Satan Burger by Carlton Mellick III

2. Clown Girl by Monica Drake

3. Less Than Zero by Brett Easton Ellis

4. Geek Love by Katherine Dune

5. The Contortionist’s Handbook by Craig Clevenger

6. Filth by Irvine Welsh

As I look back over this list, I feel like I just wrote down some weird but good books haha…but we’ll see. Anyone else have any suggestions for us??

Thanks for the question!

Lauren

Aquarius

aquarius // idealistic. talks about the future and ignores the past. probably one of the smartest people you’ll talk to- not just academically but socially as well. may be a little weird but people love it. people just know them, they’re well known. they also know that they’re funny, but they don’t like taking the role of class clown. know that when receiving a compliment from them, it’s genuine and will make your day.
in private - an aquarius in private is someone you almost feel like you need to know personally. if they let you in, consider yourself lucky- but don’t think you’ve broken down their walls. they’ve got secrets. they’re so interesting that you never get bored, even if you’re talking about yourself, the way they look at you is heart-warming. can be both dreamy and realistic.
flirting - an aquarius may or may not be a good flirter. they tend to get better with practice. however, other people may not notice them flirting. they treat their crush like a friend and signals may be a bit messed up.
features - aquarians may have wonderful features that you miss if you don’t pay attention close enough. sweet smile and knowing eyes.

Lipstick, Oh Lipstick!

Lipstick, oh lipstick! I hate you, you stink–
From rose petal red to bubblegum pink.
You’re a hassle, I can’t stand to wear you…
I don’t know how other girls can bear you–
Especially not you, bright siren red,
Created for the sake of turning heads.
The few times I’ve worn you, I felt like a clown,
But instead of a smile, my lips were turned down.
Maybe I have clownish lips, I don’t know…
Whether I do or not, I loathe you so.
You’re too much of an annoyance for me
To ever look on you favorably.
So I’m not reaching for you, you’ve been warned…
As for my smile, I prefer it unadorned.

(Inspired by a favorite poem from my childhood, “Homework! Oh, Homework!” by Jack Prelutsky)

anonymous asked:

are there any proof that courtney really worked as a stripper? those courtney's topless photos doesn't convince me, maybe she just posed like that for attention sake

She was never a stripper. She was friends with people that had to do that to survive and she appropriated their experiences to give her cool points in that scene so she’d have names and references to build anecdotes. She came up with the idea when she was promoting in the early 90s, sensationalized it through her botched marriage to Kurt, and it became officialized in Courtney Love: The Real Story

After I post our call out article, that’s going to be the first explorative piece I do that breaks the entire thing down. I’ll tell you something fun though~

Most people don’t even know that Jumbo’s Clown Room isn’t even an actual strip club. The dancers there don’t strip whatsoever. 

Yet of course, she’s going to rely on everyone’s ignorance about that to benefit her. And then unfortunately because her lie of working at Jumbo’s in particular is so popular (it’s her twitter bio right now), their management has one of her magazine covers on a wall up there, allegedly. Either that or she paid them. 

Because Jumbo’s for damn sure ain’t no strip club. Like people literally go there with their families and friends for FUN. 

That plus the photos were staged. Her entire life is based on staging shit to get from Point A to Point B.