absolutely-anything

anonymous asked:

What about between AJ and Pinkie? They both cook, I'm sure.

Oh, most certainly they do! They are both exquisite bakers as well. However, I do believe Applejack is a better cook than Pinkie Pie, though Pinkie Pie is a better baker than Applejack.

Don’t get me wrong, their cookery is absolutely divine, but with anything, everypony has their own strengths and weaknesses. That’s what makes us all so great! With friends, we can fill each other’s weaknesses with our strengths and become better ponies because of it.

Amnesia: Chapter Two

Summary: Right before signing the divorce papers, Dan and Phil get on a car accident, making their lives take an unexpected turn. Waking up on a hospital the next day, they realize they don’t remember absolutely anything about themselves: their families, kids, their names and most importantly, each other. They are given a second chance to know each other all over again, find the lost love and passion and throw behind the years of fighting and screaming at each other. Will they make it?

A/N: You can see I rushed the ending and it was so dramatic MacKenzie Falls wanted to use the idea for an episode but it gets better I promise

Last Chapter

“Papa, where is daddy?” Evan’s nudges and his soft voice were enough to wake Phil up. He opened his eyes only to find Evan sitting on the couch, his grey eyes wide open and watching him curiously. He glanced at the time and noticed that it had been like two hours since Dan left. And considering him falling asleep on the couch, wrapped by a blanket with the TV on, he figured out he had stayed awake to wait for him instead of just texting, which he didn’t do because his pride didn’t let him. He might have been the one who had asked for the divorce but that didn’t mean he stopped caring and loving Dan. It was true he was still did love him. But it didn’t matter much now since they would be trying to forget about each other’s existence in two days.

“Evan it’s like one in the morning.” Phil said, putting the toddler on his lap. He was carrying his llama plushy, that Dan had insisted on buying the day Evan got to their house, his onesie was slightly unzipped and the blond hair falling messily on his forehead. As much as Phil hated to admit it, Evan had a more special connection with Dan than he had with Phi. He loved the times when he was standing by the door, watching Dan playing the piano with Evan sitting on his lap and him staring amazed at his dad’s fingers moving quickly on the keys, he loved watching Dan trying to put Evan to sleep by singing softly to him or reading the fairy tales in dramatic voices to make Evan giggle, he loved coming home and finding the two fallen asleep on the couch with some anime playing in the background. It was still painful to Phil he would never have the chance to see these things again, not wake up every day by Dan’s side and just not having him around all the time. “Why aren’t you sleeping?”

“I couldn’t sleep.” He said, snuggling closer to Phil and resting his little head on Phil’s chest. “You and dad were yelling downstairs so I cried and Julie put me to sleep and I woke up again. Papa, were you fighting because of me?”

“No, of course not Evan. We love you, why would we fight because of you?”

“Because I spilled milk on dad’s suit. I didn’t mean to, please don’t yell at daddy.” And then Phil swore he could heart his heart break in a million pieces. He held the boy closer to him, the tears threatening to spill, as hugging him would be the last thing he was going to do. He didn’t want to do this. He wanted to work things out with Dan, he wanted to make this work. But sadly he couldn’t.

“It’s not because of you bear. It’s because of me, you don’t have to do with anything that’s happening.” He explained to the boy.

“Why are you fighting papa?” Evan asked again. Phil wiped the tears forming on his eyes and started to play with Evan’s hair while the kid just stared at him.

“People stop loving each other at a point.” He said with a forced smile. “But we love you, Jenny and Julie very much, don’t forget that. Just because we are fighting doesn’t mean we don’t love you okay?”

“But you don’t love each other?” Came the next question, followed by a yawn. He loved Dan, he loved him to death. He loved his eyes and his bright smile and the dimple on the side of his rosy cheeks. He loved his curly hair, he loved his hyena laugh, the sparkle on his eyes when he was excited or happy, he loved that facial expression when he watched the kids. He loved everything about him. But he wasn’t sure if Dan felt the same.

“Something like that.” Phil answered with a chuckle. “Now why don’t we go to sleep? It’s pretty late.”

Evan nodded so Phil lifted him up and carried him upstairs. His head was resting on Phil’s shoulder and his chubby, short arms were wrapped around his neck. Kicking the room’s door open, Phil entered the room and carefully put Evan on his bed, wrapping his Winnie the Pooh blanket around him.

“We all love you too papa.” He said slowly. Phil smiled widely, like he hadn’t smiled in months and kissed his cheek. He certainly didn’t have the heart to separate Dan and him after tonight’s conversation. From what Phil’s lawyer had told him, he was the one who was more likely to take custody of the children unless he wished otherwise and now Phil was thinking of taking custody of Jenny and let Dan live with Evan. He knew that Dan would be absolutely crushed if he had to meet the kids only on weekends so it would be better if he could take custody of the little one.

“Goodnight bear.” He whispered slowly turning off the light and shutting the door. He got back on the couch and glanced at the time again. Dan was probably on some bar or, Phil tried to avoid thinking, with Monica. Just the thought of someone touching Dan making him feel happier than Phil ever did, made him want to scream and his stomach twitch in anger. But it was useless. Dan stopped being his and Phil stopped being Dan’s long time ago.

“Another one Dan?” Freddie smiled sympathetically at the brunet who downed the God knows what number of shots for the night. Dan just nodded and handed the elder his empty glass which, despite the large number of people in the bar, was filled with the brown liquor immediately. Dan’s vision was blurry and he was feeling that burning sensation on his throat every time a glass was emptied but he didn’t give a fuck. All he wanted was to drink and drink until he forgot his own name. As much as he wanted to act all careless and ignorant about the situation, the truth was that it was hurting him the most. The realization that Phil wasn’t going to be his was hurting him, the realization that the fact that how much they loved each other when they were young didn’t even matter anymore, the endless hours of talking on skype about everything that came to their minds since they lived far away from each other, the three hours of breakfast since they took forever to eat their cereal, too busy talking and playing footsies and just cuddling on the couch.

And then he remembered the first time he met Phil, how his hands were sweating nervously, his legs were shaking uncontrollably and his face was covered in a deep shade of red. He was more nervous about this than he had been his whole life. Then when he saw him for the first time, waiting at the gate with his hands shoved in his black jeans’ pockets, wearing that stupid plaid that looked so good on him and the hair straightened to perfection, Dan tried to hold himself back not to run and hug Phil’s soul out of him. But he couldn’t so he ran as fast as he could and embraced Phil in a bone crushing hug that he returned with the same amount of love, as it was the last thing they were doing. That’s when they shared their first kiss that Dan could never, ever forget: short, sweet and that spoke itself the words that they couldn’t say. And when he left after the amazing, unforgettable days spent with Phil, he remembered trying to hide the fact that he was crying from Phil who didn’t care about it as much as Dan did, the tears filling his eyes and how he tried to warm up the situation by smiling.

“It’s not like we will never meet again.” He remembered Phil saying with a chuckle. Dan had nodded, kissed Phil goodbye and had gotten into the train quickly so he could cry in peace. An ironic laugh escaped his lips. Here he was today, drinking before divorcing the same man he was thinking about. The man he still loved, the man he secretly wished would change his mind in the last minute even though he knew that was impossible in any way.

“Daniel Howell, is that you?” A voice brought him back to reality, making him turn around lazily. The man who had spoken had jet black hair, his brown eyes sparkled brightly under the strong lights on the ceiling and he was wearing the typical family-man-with-two-kids outfit. He was staring at Dan, not trying to hide the fact that he was amused by his state.

“Last time I checked.” Dan bit back sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink while looking at the man carefully, trying to figure out who the fuck was he. Maybe someone from the BBC but he was too drunk to even notice, someone from university or some cousin he always ignored at family gatherings. “Who do I have the pleasure to talk to?”

“Don’t you remember me?” He asked. Yeah someone from university.

“If I had, I wouldn’t ask you for your name.” ‘You dingus’ he wanted to add but bit back the words as the man just raised his eyebrows at him.

“Once a sarcastic twat, always a sarcastic twat. I’m Richard?” He sighed, as Dan just shook his head. “Richard from high school. Richard Watson?”

“Nope, it doesn’t ring a bell, sorry.”

“How can you not remember me?” Richard insisted, now making Dan mad. He could just scoop away and let Dan drink, since when was that so goddamn hard?

“Well I’m sorry Richard, how disrespectful of me to not remember some prick from high school when I am dealing with my own problems. I should be buried alive for my mistake.” He said bitterly, finishing the drink. Richard only chuckled. He didn’t even ring a bell, but Dan could bet his life he was one of the people that beat the shit out of him in the bathrooms just because rumors had it going that he was gay. Well not exactly gay, but he didn’t expect a group of dickheads from year eleven to understand the concept of being bi. To them, he was the ‘fag’, ‘sissy’ and his absolute favorite ‘gay lord’.

“Yeah, heard you and Lester were getting divorced.” He said randomly, making Dan want to throw the glass on his face and punch the daylight out of him. “It didn’t come as a surprise really.”

“And since when was that your fucking business?”

“Since I heard that the little sissy from high school was a grown up, married fag. With another, uglier fag.” He said with a smile. And that was it. That was the sentence that made Dan’s eyes light up with anger and rage and without knowing how it happened, Richard was pushed forcefully to the counter, his head hitting the wooden surface hard and with Dan’s hands still on his collar.

“Talk about Phil like that one more fucking time and I’m going to fucking kill you.” He threatened, not caring about Freddie trying to separate them or the chant of ‘fight’ surrounding them. What was this, middle school? Eventually he let go of him, leaving him with a terrified look on his face. “I might say that there is a reason that the nickname for Richard is dick.”

Then he tried walking away and go home, lock himself in his room and eat ice cream while watching some movie to distract himself when he felt something hard hit his head, then he collapsed on the floor as everything blacked out.

“I can’t believe you got into a fight!” Phil pushed the doors open angrily, heading over to his car with his fists clenched into balls and Dan following him like a lost puppy. When Phil was waiting for him concerned at home, how dare he get drunk and into fights with strangers. At four fucking am. “You know what a delightful experience is when you are fucking waiting for hours for your husband to get back then your own daughter wakes you up in the middle of the night, telling you that you got into a fight?”

“I’m sorry okay.” Dan shouted, sitting on the front seat and slamming the door behind him. “He called us fags. What was I supposed to do? Buy him another drink while we both run on a green field filled with pretty flowers and unicorns?”

“You could just ignore him and not even come here in the first place, how does that sound.”

“I can’t just ignore things and problems when they are there Phil, I’m not you.” Dan said bitterly. He was the asshole for defending both of them now?

“Yeah let’s make this about Phil.” He replied, starting the engine. “Because Phil was the one sleeping around and Phil was definitely the one going drinking until four am. Dan is the angelic creature that does nothing wrong.”

“I’m sorry. He called us fags, he insulted you and I was drunk. You didn’t expect me to just stay there did you?”

“This is like the ‘I lost my homework because I got into a fight with someone that said you weren’t the best teacher’ kind of explanation.” Phil rolled his eyes, turning at him. “I hope you don’t do these kinds of stuff when you are living with Eric or I’ll personally come and kick your ass.”

“Eyes on the road Phil.” Dan mumbled, trying to not avoid the subject. But just when he thought that maybe they wouldn’t talk about this his phone went off on his pocket. Ignoring Phil’s huffing, he unlocked and stared in horror at the text.

You’re on my list of things to do tonight.-M

“Who is that?” Phil asked, trying to sound uninterested. Dan put the phone back to his pocket before Phil could catch a glimpse of the text. He had told Monica that it was a one night thing, why was she texting him at four am?

“Nobody you would care about.” He replied, looking out the window but Phil wasn’t giving up so easily tonight.

“Is that Monica?”

“Even if it was?” Dan responded.

“Dan for fuck’s sake!” He yelled, turning at him. “Really?”

“Phil, look at the fucking road.”

“You can’t tell me what the fuck to do.” He spat back angrily, turning at Dan and reaching for his phone. The next he heard was a loud thump, Dan shouting his name and his head hitting the car’s window. Then he felt nothing.

When you’re just kind of sad but like don’t know why and you have no motivation for absolutely anything at all but at the same time you have a bunch of things that you want to do

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anonymous asked:

So this question doesn't have anything to do with astrology. AnywAys I'm 13 and rather self conscious with my body. I'm gonna get a new bathing suit and I was wondering what I should get? I usually wear a striped tankini.

Get absolutely anything that you like because your body is amazing and the opinions of other people do not matter! However, I know exactly how you feel. The type of bathing suit you would feel most comfortable in may be different than what I would suggest. Personally, I wear a tankini top and shorts, but this year I got something different. I tried a high waisted bikini with a regular bra-looking top and I felt pretty comfortable in it. I’m insecure about both my thighs and my stomach and though this bathing suit did not cover my thighs, it helped a lot with my stomach. I convinced myself to wear this because I knew, while it was on, I would be in the pool most of the time and hardly anyone would see me in it. You can always get a cover up or shorts to put on over your bathing suit after you get out of the water and for when you are walking around. It doesn’t matter what anybody else is wearing or what the latest trends are. All that matters is that you are comfortable and feel confident. 

-Brianna

10 Questions

This is one of my fav ask memes I love making up questions for people so many, many thanks for the tag, morganlefayinchains​. 

The questions I was given were: 

  1. What is your favorite thing to read and why? (Can be author, genre, whatever)
  2. What is your favorite musical (film and/or stage) and why?
  3. What is your favorite sound? 
  4. What is the best gift you ever received?
  5. What fills your heart with joy?
  6. What makes your mind feel alive?
  7. What is your favorite curse word?
  8. If, for one day, you could change absolutely anything you wanted to - big and/or small - in the world, and the changes would last…. what would you change?
  9. What is your favorite time in history - and why? (past, ancient past, even future)
  10. What sets your soul free?

1. Les fic. Big surprise, right? But seriously, more than fanfiction, which I rarely read these days, I love lesbian fiction. I love everything in the genre. I love the trashiest romances and the paranormal escapades and the iconic classics and the pulps and I just… yes. There is a reason I have a couple thousand ebooks worth of the stuff like… if you are looking for les fic, come to me. 

2. Oh nooooooo. Don’t ask me these things. I love musicals so much. At one point (as probably clear from my blog title / description) the answer would have easily been Rent, but then Ordinary Days happened and I fell completely in love with it, and lately Fun Home stole my heart, so…. yeah. I am a theatre d*ke. And everything that comes with it. 

3. Cicadas!!! It’s the only thing about summer I actually enjoy. I used to wake up early as a child so I could watch the larvae come crawling up from the ground into my pine tree. I would watch them hatch, and, if I found them while their wings were sill damp and unfolding, I could put out a finger and they’d crawl right on, content to be friends until they were ready to fly. I don’t understand how so many people find the sound annoying. It sounds like childhood to me. 

4. OH MY GOD. This was the essay question. The one for the college I am actually at. AND. Oh this is so bad. I couldn’t write my college essays, okay? I had ten schools to apply to and I just… I couldn’t make myself do it. So I literally waited until the DAY they were due a.k.a. New Years, I got drunk on a whole bottle of wine, and I speed-wrote them all. Moral of the story: I got into Smith with an essay on fanfiction, because my drunk!self decided the best gift I’d ever been given was when my friend and I were writing friend-insert fic for each other. 

5. Helping old ladies at Staples use the fax machine and giving them a discount on the sly because faxing is super expensive and shhh they don’t need to know. Kale. Finding the back room full of used books in commercialized gay bookstores. My new porcupine stuffed animal. Hummingbirds. Succulents. Lesbians. 

6. Stimulating conversation. Mostly with some hella online people who… know who they are. Talking politics. Climbing trees. Taking long showers. 

7. Asshat. Always has been, always will be. It’s insulting, classy, and non-gendered. What more do ya need?

8. No. I don’t have enough of an ego or god complex to think I could actually make a choice about anything in the past that wouldn’t drastically alter something else for the worse. And I’m actually incredibly content in my own life, so I don’t have any real desire to make small changes there either. Well… maybe I should have gone to sleep like… four hours ago… I suppose I should rewind that… 

9. The future fascinates me. Not in any particular existential way, just the vague idea that there are so many more things to know. That idea that, our ancestors were here in time to explore the earth, and our descendants will be here to explore space, and in the meantime, we’re here between, exploring each other. 

10. Laughing. 

I’M TAGGING SO MANY PEOPLE AND I AM UNASHAMED and if anyone tags me back you best be warned I will actually do it again I ALWAYS want excuses to ask people questions I have so many questions for all of you. 

twofishies​ | sorrynotsorrytho​ | kitteninthesky12​ | professor-zun​ | psychrophile​ | fangirl-extra-ordinaire​ | nookiepoweredamazon​ | organicallyadventurous​ | greyella​ | al-the-grammar-geek​ | theminipickle​ | racethewind10​ | tomhverford​ | lifeissoqueer​ | viperstiel | birthmarkedlikeacomet | wethewallflowergarden

that’s so many more than ten was it supposed to be ten too bad. 

Questions for you: 

  1. If you had to invent a new Hogwarts House for the kind of people you are most likely to associate yourself with, what would the defining characteristics be, what’s the mascot, and what would you call it?
  2. What do you imagine will be the final downfall of the human race? Or will there ever be one? 
  3. If you had to kick a color out of the rainbow, which one gets the boot? 
  4. Are there any tumblr customs / bits of tumblr etiquette you refuse to adhere to? If not, any tumblr pet peeves? 
  5. What was the last song you had stuck in your head? If I listen to it, will I get it stuck in my head and have to regret it?
  6. Name an embarrassing thing you’ve accidentally (or on purpose) stumbled across on the internet. 
  7. If you had to make a map of iconic life events using only fruit, which of your events would be a banana, and which event would be a kiwi? Why? (oh my god it’s so late what is my brain doing please map out your life in fruit for me)
  8. If your all-time favorite teacher/professor was an animal, what sort of animal would they be? What sort of animal would their most annoying student be? Was that student you?  
  9. Grab the nearest book. Open to page 23. Write the first complete sentence below. How could you make that sentence apply to one of your OTPs? 
  10. Buzzfeed Quiz Style: What Type of Light Bulb Are You? (Including a picture is recommended. This is Buzzfeed Quiz Style, after all.)

There is actual pressure this time I want to know okay? If you answer you will be my favorite the end. 

taekeu asked:

once you get this you have to share six facts about yourself, then pass it on to your favourite followers !!

wowoow thank you so much!!

here goes

1) in september i should be moving out to go to uni..h..e.l…p..m.e..
2) i could eat Greek yoghurt with absolutely anything tbh, i’m willing to live off greek yoghurt for the rest of my life
3) showering nd feeling nice and clean is just about my fave feeling in the world, it breaks my heart that ur not supposed to wash ur hair everyday because i love that feeling of cleany hair
4) i am jay park trash. u have permission to fight me
5) i fucking love big fluffy socks, like i will wear them in the middle of summer 2 bed i am fluffy sock trash i have about a trillion pairs in my wardrobe and my sister tried to steal a pair the other day and i was like nOPE
6) i desperately want to be a dancer BUT I CANNOT DANCE TO SAVE MY LIFE AND ITS SO UPSETTING 

mirandadddy asked:

You do realize that she did absolutely nothing to harm anything or anyone right? And if I'm ugly for defending someone with an opinion (just like you) what does that make you then for singling someone out? :-))

u do realize tht i dont care and u and @seventeen-scenarios are still ugly people right?

The remaining members of Monty Python are teaming up to make a new film, a sci-fi comedy entitled Absolutely Anything. It includes Robin Williams playing a talking dog.

And in the lead role is going to be none other than BENEDICT MOTHERFUCKING CUMBERBATCH. 

IN A NEW MONTY PYTHON FILM.

it’s like they’ve started making movies out of my wildest and most beautiful dreams.

Amandla Stenberg just released an EP — and it’s absolutely beautiful 

Is there anything Amandla can’t do?  She and Zander Hawley released a 4-track folk EP today under the name Honeywater. The songs are simple and serene. Sternberg weaves lightly through the tracks, adding soft harmonies to the hooks and violin to the occasional bridge. Listen to the EP and witness a young activist and actress exploring the full range of her talents. 

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Trailer: ‘Absolutely Anything’ - Aug 14 (UK)

Directed by Terry Jones, starring Simon Pegg, Robin Williams, Kate Beckinsale, Terry Gilliam, Eric Idle, John Cleese, and Michael Palin.