after i hype myself up or something

first impressions
  • From The Dining Table - amazing melody, he sings it so gently and the harmonies are gorgeous. this is the song you want to be emo to while you drink five glasses of wine and stare out a rainy window after your breakup
  • Woman - this is like if harry tried to do funk? I’M SCREAMING THAT DUCK NOISE….bye. (it’s more like someone saying ‘unh’ but super nasally and very edited) but it’s so catchy and something I can see myself dirty dancing to. and he does some super dreamy bg vocals in this too
  • Kiwi - he’s going to lose his voice singing this song, I just know it. he sings this almost in a billie joe armstrong-esque kind of way? but yeah he had to be hyped the fuck up when he sang this. super guitar-heavy, very 90′s rock vibe imo. I would mosh to this HA
  • Only Angel - omg the opening…I am ascending. he uses one of the same effects as SOTT, I think? it sounds like it could be a companion song to it right in the beginning…but then the funky rock comes in. if I heard this on a throwback radio station I would totally believe it was like 30 years old HA. make your dads and uncles listen to it. ngl though I got kind of bored of it 2/3 of the way through…
  • Two Ghosts - the melody immediately reminded me of Home (by 1D), the way the verses were being sung…but the guitar in the background actually sounds exactly like Hello Beautiful by the Jonas Brothers?? but omg I love it? the lyrics are great and it’s one of those songs you’d see being played by someone at a coffee house. really chill vibe
  • Carolina - I’m putting this in here (even though I’ve already heard it) bc the studio version is so different than the live version, imo. out of all the songs he’s played live so far (sott, esny, sc, and this one) this is the one that sounds most different than how he sang it live. there’s some nice vocal effects but it’s even more enjoyable this way, I think. This is the kind of song I’d be blasting as I’m getting ready to go out haha. But I wish he’d gone even wilder at the end and just screamed into the mic as;ldfjsf
  • Meet Me In The Hallway - omg it sounds like he’s underwater. I’m getting a very I Am The Walrus vibe from the verses? Also like if you were walking through a city late at night when there were only streetlights on and you had your backpack on and you were just reflecting on your life as you walked home. 

anyways as a whole I’d give the album like an 8.5/10, I think it’s very harry at its core and he shows a lot of different sides of himself in this musically and it’s great. a few weird decisions on his part technically, in my opinion, but I’m already excited to see him perform these 

Ties pt. 3 - Archie Andrews Smut

REQUESTED: I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t possibly the most requested imagine on my page! I’m sorry it’s taken so long, but here we go!

“Part 3 to ties!!! Part 2 was awesome :)” - anon

“Part three of Ties is needed☺️☺️” - anon

“Do a part 3 of ties plzz” - anon


“hehe if maybe could you do a part 3?” - @cjaisml

WARNINGS: Sleepy sex, eating out, swallowing after a blowjob

SUMMARY: Sometimes the best things can come with a good night’s sleep.

NOTES: So, I’m sorry it has taken so long. Genuinely, I was battling against writer’s block for ages, and there’s been so much drama in my life, so I’ve just been trying to get past all that.

Anyway, Riverdale S2 finally has a release date!! October is now good for 3 reasons:

  1. My friend’s birthday a week before release day
  2. My dad’s birthday

I am so hyped!! Enough of that tho, on with the imagine! Thank you for being patient with me, and here is the final part of Ties!

Originally posted by storycrackimagines

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Flashback (Adam Cole One shot)

Originally posted by adamcolesbaybay

This was originally going to wait until next month but plans changed as they always seem to. So here’s some Adam Cole fluffy smut for all of you. This is my first fic since I finished the Say You’ll Haunt Me series, no supernatural element to this and I’m honestly a little nervous to post it lol. It’s a little out of my wheelhouse. Enjoy!

Tags: @daintymissdevitt @sarahmatthews7 @shadow-of-wonder @happiness-in-reznor @tooweirdforlifex @fan-fiction-galore @allgirlswrestlingclub @helluvawriter @omgmissmillie @thedeboniardevistation @jazzytoosweet @mindsetcalamity @alexispoo @mermaidfett @thathpchick @skyrina @lifeoutofcontrol @laziestgirlintheworld @ang-78 @valeonmars @laigy2213 @sammiielli @silverrawrs

I tagged you if I thought you might be interested in this one or if you requested to be tagged in future fics <3

**BTW, if you’ve asked to be added to the forever tag list and I forgot you on this one, I apologize. I still need to put an official list together for future fics. Let me know if I forgot you or if you want to be added.

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anonymous asked:

Im becoming a content creator myself and i wanna know if i can relate to you about something. Does delaying videos make you feel like utter shit? Even if everyone says "its ok we dont mind"

On one hand, I feel absolutely terrible that I cannot churn out content at the regular pace that I had promised. Between my classes, my job, and procrastination spurred on by depression, anxiety and less than adequate mental health, my motivation has been harder than ever to inflate. As much as I love making videos and progressing the story of TribeTwelve, I come first. My academia, vocation, and mental well being are a priority. I know people ache behind the words “It’s ok, take your time” and it kills me that I can’t deliver as I once did. The content I envision is longer and more complex to realize now, and the perfectionist that drives me yearns for an immaculate as possible execution. Compromising a vision hurts, and actively avoiding that slows down production.

On the other hand, I feel that forcing myself to create something when I’m not ready is a fool’s errand, counter intuitive to producing something that I will look back upon and be proud of. Plus, I find that the extended fermentation of ideas in my mind improves story elements, as well as builds the hype up naturally among content hungry fans as time ensues. The truth is that people are more excited for a video that appears months after the last one in, lieu of weeks. The hunger for new content is upped tenfold with time, and it allows for a kind of rediscovering of why they love my videos after being deprived for a good enough time - as awful as the wait must be.

New SU Promo!!


Except how the hell did Rose make another child? Maybe she made a new kind of gem that grows like humans? Oh god here I go again with hyping myself up

Brendon Urie x Reader : What A Dork

A/N: so it must be a miracle because i actually might just be back to regular schedule again (hopefully i didn’t just jinx it) and fingers crossed it’s going to stay that way for a while. i’m going to do everything in my power to be more active, especially with all the requests being submitted (which i absolutely love by the way, thanks so much) and really hope to get back in the swing of things! as always, you can put whatever the fuck you want in my ask box, because i love hearing from you all. (and sorry i know these titles are all super cheesy, the dork thing is kind of an overkill, yeah it’s cringey) anyways, thank you and i hope you enjoy this one!

Anonymous said:
What about Brendon’s imagine “My dork” part 4 with smut??

part one date with a dork:

part two you’re my dork:

part three adorkable:

*female reader and smut

The convention was tiring and exhausting, but with Brendon there to cuddle you each night and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, it made you relaxed and happy, and extremely grateful. Of course, Brendon’s little scheme didn’t last too long, and he finally picked up Zach’s phone calls, both him and Dallon getting scolded and punished for their stunt. However, Zach did relent a little bit, telling Brendon he could have a week with you, and that was it. Then he had to come back and complete the tour. And according to Brendon, a week was better than nothing, which was true. While Brendon was also sweet and comforting in the hotel room, he was also kind of clingy, which you thought was adorable. He followed you around everywhere like a puppy dog, and although he would often get stopped for a picture or autograph, he was almost always right behind you, fingers reaching to hold your hand or head leaning on your shoulder. It wasn’t a burden though, it was really cute, and you thought it only made him even more adorkable than he already was. That was his permanent nickname now, dork, after all his silly stunts and crazy faces and stupid pickup lines. It just fit him perfectly, because as sexy and seductive as Brendon Urie sometimes seemed, he was also the biggest nerd on the face of the earth.

“Okay, thank you so much guys! I’ll be back again tomorrow at the same time for more questions!” you waved goodbye to all the people. “It was nice hearing from you. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You backed away from the microphone and then pushed out your chair, standing up and giving a last smile to the crowded room before exiting towards the steps.

“You doing okay, princess?” Brendon raised an eyebrow, approaching you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder as you stepped off the stage. He obviously wasn’t allowed to sit beside you during the conference and questions, but he stayed backstage and texted you throughout the entire thing, praising you on how good your answers were and stupid shit like that, but it was sweet and made you laugh.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you reassured. “Just tired from all the question answering.”

“Don’t you have an interview later tonight also?” he inquired.

“Ugh, don’t remind me,” you groaned. “There’s too much responsibility that comes with this very flexible and lenient job.”

“Come on, sweetheart,” he kissed you on the forehead as you walked out of the building. “You can do this. Just a little bit more strength and you’ll get through the day. And then we can go back to the hotel and you can change into comfy clothes and I can feed you your favorite snacks and you can cuddle up with me and we can get some rest. And then you’ll be all hyped up for tomorrow.”

“What am I going to do after you’re gone?” you sighed, looking at him. “What’s going to happen when the week is done and you go back to touring and I’m left here to fend for myself? What the hell am I supposed to do?”

“I’ll get Dan Howell to babysit you,” Brendon joked.

“I’m pretty sure he’s the one who needs the babysitting,” you laughed.

“That’s true,” he couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Let’s go get something to eat,” you tugged his arm towards a fancy restaurant nearby. “I’m hungry.”

“Me too,” he agreed.

“Then what are you waiting for, you dork?” you giggled, leading him into the restaurant. “Let’s eat.”

You sat down at a table for two, you sitting across from Brendon, staring into his chocolate eyes and you both ordered drinks, and then you took a long sip and analyzed the menu, trying to figure out what to order. “So how’d you think the conference went, your opinion?” Brendon asked.

“Okay, I guess,” you shrugged. “I mean, they’re always really nice. It’s not like they ask me uncomfortable questions or anything. Everyone’s always really sweet.”

“That’s good,” Brendon nodded in approval. “They did seem super happy to see you there.”

“Psh,” you rolled your eyes. “I’m not even that great of a YouTuber. You should’ve seen the room when Jacksepticeye walked in.”

“Uh huh,” he just murmured, gaze still fixed on you with a sly smile. “I think they love you.”

“I hope they love me,” you widened your eyes. “If they didn’t, I don’t think I would’ve been invited here honestly.”

“Well they don’t love you as much as I love you,” Brendon reminded, reaching over the table to hand you a rose. “So never forget that.”

“Where did you get this from?” you gasped in excitement, staring at the beautiful red rose he had just handed you.

“Magic,” he winked.

“Like you know magic,” you scoffed playfully. “No really, this is amazing. Thank you.”

“I thought you’d like it,” Brendon grinned.

“I love it,” you beamed, setting it on the napkin beside you, the petals fragile and gentle and beautiful. You couldn’t remember the last time someone gave you a rose, or any flower really. You could feel yourself start to blush as you stared at the flower longer.

“You look so pretty when you smile like that,” Brendon sighed. “You know you’re beautiful, right?”

“And you’re hot as hell,” you replied.

“Ditto,” he bit his lower lip and raised his eyebrows flirtatiously, causing you to giggle. Damn he was such a charmer sometimes.

It wasn’t long before the waiter came by and took both of your orders, the candlelight reflecting off the silverware and onto Brendon’s face as he ate, making his eyes twinkle and accentuating his gorgeous jaw line. He was so handsome. You couldn’t stop smiling as you ate your food, usually glancing up at Brendon and trying not to grin like an idiot, just because he looked so perfect. Dessert came around soon enough, and you and Brendon shared a delicious fancy cake. He held out his fork, the last bit of frosting on the tongs, and you raised your eyebrows at him, not hesitating to lick frosting off his fork, and he smiled at you. “You’re so sexy when you do that, you know?” he winked. “So damn sexy.”

“Oh yeah?” you challenged. You took a finger and carefully traced outline of the plate, gathering up cake crumbs and frosting smears, before raising it to your lips, glancing at Brendon before sucking the delicious dessert off your fingertips, giving a sly smile. “How about that?”

“Holy fuck,” he gasped.

“What?” you smirked.

“We better get out of here before you try to pull any more sexy shit on me,” he joked, asking for the bill and watching you lean back in your chair and roll your eyes. You walked out of the restaurant, his arm around your waist, and when you reached the sidewalk he shook his head at you. “You know better than to do that to me in a restaurant, babe.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you argued innocently, looking up at him and trying to look as casual as possible.

“You’re always turning me on, babygirl,” he clicked his tongue. “Geez, you’re a cute little thing, you know that?”

“Dork,” you snorted as you turned into the hotel parking lot, and he tightened his hand’s grip around your waist.

“Come on,” he insisted as he walked you through the lobby and ushered you towards the elevator, where he punched in the correct floor and wasted no time in turning back around to face you. The elevator doors closed and his lips were instantly on yours, his tongue slipping into your mouth, still tasting like the sweet dessert you had just moments before, his hands on your back pressing you closer into him, and thank god you were the only two in the elevator. When you both pulled back to take a breath, he stared deep into your eyes. “Let’s go finish what up what you started in the hotel room.”

“Hmm?” you still played dumb, looking up at him.

“Goddammit y/n,” he muttered, and that’s when you finally looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants, realizing what he wanted. I mean, you had been dating for a while now, and he did look particularly sexy during dinner tonight, especially now with a complete hard on.

It didn’t take two seconds after the elevator door opened until Brendon was tugging you down the hallway, fumbling for the hotel key in his pocket, swinging open the door, shutting it closed, kicking his shoes to the side, when you put a hand on his shoulder and turned him around to face you. “So I really turn you on, do I now?” you raised your eyebrows mischievously, massaging his shoulders softly with your hands. “You just can’t help it, Brendon?”

“Fuck it, y/n,” he replied with a shaky breath and your hands traveled down his chest to unbutton his shirt. “I need you. I need you so bad right now.”

“Do you?” you smirked, pulling off his shirt and tracing the gorgeous muscles on his chest, your fingernails lightly scratching the surface of his skin as you made your way down even lower, toying with the button of his pants. He was barely keeping it together, and you could tell by the way his breathing picked up and his heart was racing, as well as yours, and he was extremely flustered, his face turning red and you unbuttoned his pants and slowly slid the zipper down. “You want this?”

“I need this,” he barely was able to reply as you tugged off his pants, revealing his boner in his boxers, and you bit your lip, looking up at him. He was so vulnerable and handsome and you wanted to fuck him right then and there. You placed a hand on his cock through the fabric, watching him melt underneath your touch. You lightly stroked him, watching his eyelids flutter and his head tilt back against the door, steadying himself and one of his hands clenching the door handle. “Geez, please just fucking-”

“Shh,” you interrupted, withdrawing your hand and looking at him. “You’ve got to wait your turn, baby.”

“But-” he began to argue again, but you put a finger to his lips this time, shushing him.

“Nope,” you shook your head, liking the idea of being in charge. “I’ve got to have a little fun too, don’t I?” You reached down for the hem of his shirt, Brendon watching carefully as you pulled it up over your head, revealing your bra underneath. Next you slipped off your sneakers and unbuttoned and unzipped your jeans, dragging them to the floor and tossing them aside, left in nothing but your underwear. You stared at Brendon, his mouth agape, eyes fixed on your body, absolutely entranced. “Like what you see?”

“Yes,” he nodded his head slowly. “I like it a lot.”

“Good to know,” you gave a sly smile, tempting him even more, until finally, he couldn’t take it.

“Fuck y/n, I don’t care anymore!” he gave a frustrated growl, stepping towards you so fast you could barely think, scooping you up and carrying you to the bed, laying you down and crawling on top of you, and you instantly felt yourself get wet. Hot damn he was good at this. He pressed down on top of you, his lips kissing yours again, trailing down to your neck and leaving warm hickeys on your skin, unclasping your bra and giving your breasts attention as well, before moving lower towards your stomach and even lower, sliding your underwear off your legs and kissing your pussy, carefully licking your folds and slowly eating you out, making your toes curl.

“Brendon!” a moan escaped your mouth as his tongue delved into your core.

“That’s right,” he panted, knowing you were so close to cumming. “So wet for me, so beautiful, so perfect.”

“Shit, Brendon please,” you begged, tugging on locks of his hair. “I’m close.”

“You want this?” he inquired, inserting his tongue deep inside you again, making your breath hitch.

“Yes,” you closed your eyes tight, trying to control yourself. “Please I have to.”

“Go ahead, sweetheart,” he commanded. “Cum for me.”

“Oh fuck,” you gasped as he began to eat you out harder this time, rough and forceful, making your legs start to shake and an orgasm tear through your body, Brendon lapping up your juices eagerly and watching as you attempted to catch your breath, and when you leaned back, resting your head into the pillows, you heard the noise of foil tearing and knew there was still more to follow.

“There’s more for you, y/n,” he reminded, pulling the condom over his length. “We’re not done yet, babygirl.”

“I know,” you nodded, trying to regain composure as he returned to the bed. “I’m ready, Bren.”

“Good,” he grinned, crawling on top of you again. “Because my hard cock has been waiting for far too long.”

And with no warning whatsoever, he slammed into you, every inch of him, and you cried out his name, clutching onto him, your fingernails clawing into his back as you were slammed into the mattress, gaining a fast rhythm of thrusts, his dick moving deeper and deeper, making you clench your teeth and close your eyes as he filled you up. He felt so good, so fucking good, and you were experiencing sensations you had never quite felt before. “Holy shit,” you moaned as he moved in and out of you, his lips attacking your neck, hands fixed on your hips, and your fingernails dug into his skin as he thrusted harder.

“You like that, babe?” he whispered against your skin, both of you getting close, the rhythm getting more sloppy as he thrusted deeper. “Ready, y/n?”

“Yes Brendon, please,” you pleaded, holding him close to you as he picked up the pace even faster, until he hit that perfect spot and you moaned loudly, both of you washed over with bliss, collapsing into each others arms, exhausted and sweaty and tired, absolutely spent.

“Goddamn,” Brendon sighed, arms wrapped around you, pulling your naked body closer to his. “That was fucking amazing.”

“Let’s do it again,” you giggled.

“Woah, not so fast there,” he laughed. “Give me a chance to catch my breath.”

“I’m kidding,” you rolled your eyes, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “But you know, maybe tomorrow night, if you’re up for something…”

“Absolutely,” he nodded, pulling you close to his chest. “I’d love that. I love you. Everything about you. You’re just so fucking perfect and you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, you know that, right?”

“Yeah,” you reassured with a smile. “I know.”

“I don’t think you do,” he insisted. “I just want you to know that you’re my everything, and I would do absolutely anything for you. And I love you so much.”

“What a dork,” you teased, kissing him on the lips softly and then pulling away with a grin.

“So you still think I’m a dork?” he groaned.

“A sexy dork,” you winked.

“Don’t you have an interview or something you have to go to?” Brendon narrowed his eyes.

“Whatever,” you shook your head. “I’ll miss it.”

“But y/n, you have to go,” he argued. “Geez, fuck. This is my fault, I distracted you, I should’ve-”

“No,” you stated forcefully, kissing him again, this time more passionate, and then pulling away. “If you can miss a couple days of a fucking tour, I’m pretty sure I can miss one interview, right?”

“Right,” Brendon complied. “Whatever you say, princess.”

“I thought I was a queen,” you rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, yeah,” he smirked. “Whatever you say.”

“Love you,” you giggled.

“Love you too,” he sighed, kissing your forehead lightly. “Now come on, either way, we’ve got to get dressed.”

“Nuh uh,” you whined. “I just want to stay here, like this.”

“We can’t do that forever,” he laughed.

“Yes we can,” you insisted.

“Fine,” he smiled, hugging you in his arms. “Let’s stay here forever then. Forever and ever.”

I’m doing everything in my power to not jump on the Sinnoh is confirmed bandwagon because I truly mean this when I say that after the death of pkmn z I refuse to allow my hype to get to such levels. 

(Not that SuMo was bad I just wanted it to be delayed so they could have finished up gen 6 but that is a different rant)

I’m very hopeful which means I’ve already cursed myself with the potential of disappointment if they don’t announce Sinnoh remakes…


(i laughed bitterly at them instead announcing something like pkmn stars or some shit and I got really sad afterwords… or a switch exclusive pkmn game that I won’t be able to get… please just be Sinnoh)

POC fetization/ace struggles and fears

letmedrivemyvan-intoyourheart submitted: 

 I’m a black (never liked saying african American honestly what a mouthful) panromantic ace, and seeing as I just turned 18 it’s been pretty difficult to figure out my sexuality over the years without the constant ‘youre too young’ thing. Firstly I feel that’s bullshit, how is it with boys are jizzing their pants at the age of eleven, at 18 im too young to understand how i feel about my own body and its desires.

My story is pretty boring, I had big crushes but never any relationships. I only realized I was different when I started processing my friends behavior (i never put much faith in the medias depiction of romance). Mid high school I discovered asexuality and it instantly piqued my interest, but at the time my mental health was shoddy and familial support was bare so that wasnt my priority. Then my psychiatrist invalidated me when I told him i thought the ace community might fit me by saying I still have sexual urges. Bc he’s the doctor i assumed he was right and ended up super down over this for the next little while, especially when i //cough// tried masturbating.
Only last year i got a more solid hold of my gender/sexuality and it was honestly bc of porn. Usually when I tried to watch porn it took me (liTERALLY) at least an hour to find a video that didnt frighten, offend, or just turn me off, and even then I couldnt invest myself into being attracted to the media, most times i’d listen to the audio alone (then I discovered the grace of BL-CD’s). Literally every time I would try to watch porn id get distracted by the anatomy and start drawing or something and one day(okay over the course of several days) i was said ‘SCREW THIS. IM JUST NOT INTO IT.’
I’d never experienced sexual attraction but I didnt want to go back to my condescending doctor and that conversation so i spent a long time doing research. I tried to invalidate myself time and time again, my main reason being something my friend said. “You’re just insecure.” She accepts me now but i will probably never forget those words because it constantly has me questioning whether my sexuality could just by a hyped up byproduct of my mental illness. I did have a minor revelation moment though after that. A boy had been flirting with me and at the time I had been trying to convince myself that I was cishet so I flirted back. I ended up getting stoned at his house; nothing sexual happened, in fact we didnt even kiss (mostly bc I didnt move and inch from my spot on the bed). This wasn’t the revelation part tho, that came as soon as I got home. I had a full on panic attack, one of my worst. I suppose it was because while I was there he was touching me. All I could remember where his hands and the pressure in the room and it made me physically sick. He hadn’t been out of line at all, had only cuddled me and I hadn’t said a word at the time (which I do regret) but getting home it felt like the biggest violation. It wasn’t just the touching, it was everything it pertained, even though I knew we weren’t gonna have sex or anything, the complete and utter lack of want frightened me. Even now I still feel bad and dramatic for reacting that way but the only thing that reaffirms me is the fact that I know, deep down, I didn’t want to feel that way but I did. I couldn’t change how I felt, because it’s something you just Know. So after swearing off boys forever (metaphorically) I decided to get my ass in gear and follow my heart¿

The interweb is a blessed place. Everything I found (including the tumblr community) was like opening the gates of valhalla. I wasn’t quite 'there’ yet but damn, I was Here. After that has been a series of finding support online since practically everyone irl thinks of my sexuality as a joke, they dont even take it the littlest bit seriously; and i didnt want to keep myself surrounded by that mindset. Finding blogs like these was a godsend and I can’t appreciate it enough.

With that out of the way, my most relevant issue as a POC as well as ace is the constant sexualization towards me. Even my friends do it! Because of my body type, being afab and curvy people just assume i’m a sexual figure??? I cant count how many times my own friends have touched my ass. On Canada Day a few weeks ago, my friends boyfriend slapped my butt as a joke, and all my friends are cool with it. In fact as the only POC in my friend group, my ass comes up a surprising amount. I know for a fact my friends don’t mean harm, they’re very open minded and it’s only bc of my long friendship with them that they frivolously touch me, and thats the main reason I havent said anything.

Mostly I feel as though, open minded as they are, they wont ever understand my sexuality. That’s only because it honest to god baffles me that sex is such a big and meaningful part of people’s lives, and if I can’t understand them, how can they understand me? Thats not so bad as not accepting it though, which they (the ones ive come out to) didn’t at first (until I showed them some colorful diagrams and had a serious 30second talk). My biggest fear in the end is the expectations people have of me. My parents have never had a health relationship with me so their opinion on my sexuality isnt a conversation that will ever happen, but im more concerned about a potential partners needs. I’ve always believed that if I really liked someone, I would do (very few) sexual things for them, bc thats part of the deal right? But a big part of me doesn’t want to compromise. Its honestly like giving a phone to a child, telling them to dismantle it and then put it back together again. I know how the mechanics work, how things should be, but Why? I just dont Feel like it’s something I Want. And then I’m scared shitless that bc i cant meet someones needs, they’re going to belittle/discredit or leave the relationship. Of course these are p reasonable worries but damn is it scary to have such a big heart and such a tiny chance. I guess i just wanted to rant and put some stuff out there, bc it affects me way more than I probably realize, especially in lieu with my mental health.

Here’s some advice I guess out of all of this; use labels to include, not exclude. If you think you might be ace, come right down into the community bc its p freaking rad. If you change your mind then no loss, if you hit the mark (like moi) then HOLY BALLS THE COLOR SCHEME IS DOPE.

thanks for listening, im always looking for new ace/aro friends so stop by, say hey, lets grab a cup of metaphorical coffee and not talk about sex


OMG I cannot possibly explain to you guys how much I love these cookies. Huge, chewy, moist, and loaded with pumpkin + chocolate flavor! The spiced oatmeal flavor also helps to give them a seasonal taste!

My mom used to make (and still makes) then every Thanksgiving, and I would (and still do) go bananas for them every year. The year that she accidentally burned them was a tragedy beyond compare.

They were from a recipe she originally found in a magazine clipping, and was never able to find. But after googling, I found something pretty identical on Allrecipes, tweaked it a tiny bit, and started making them myself! YOU HAVE TO MAKE THEM TOO, OKAY??

Komi the Spice Shiba could not resist joining in on this recipe, despite the fact that he really doesn’t care much for baked goods. Pumpkin flavor is a favorite of his, so he made an exception and teamed up with the already super-hyped Kanmi the Sugar Tanuki to make sure your Halloween is full of fresh cookie delight. Both Komi and Kanmi INSIST that you try these cookies warm. They are definitely spookier that way!

Please remember to like and reblog the recipe and spread it around before the 31st! And please follow StuffinFluff Cooking if you’re interested in more cute recipes every week!

Komi and Kanmi were created by me and made with love by @lithefidercreatures

A calm hush came over the auditorium, filled with adults and children of all ages, as the lights began to dim and I can think of very few companies who garner such immediate respect from their audience more so than Pixar. The customary short film Lava began and the quiet remained, we watched an anthropomorphised volcano sing as he longed for his love. It’s not the best short Pixar have produced, nor was it the worst. Obviously, it’s visually stunning, especially the time-lapse sequence of clouds moving and the sky changing overhead (having lived with several animators during my time at University and knowing just how much work went into such a sequence, it made me feel a little ill), and my only criticism of it is it’s perhaps a bit too twee

Lava ends leaving everyone to sit quietly satisfied in anticipation of the headline act. There was one small problem however. As the Disney ident lit up the screen, it refused to leave, remaining half faded to black for a minute or two before somebody left to alert a member of staff. We then sat in a darkened auditorium in front of a blank screen for around ten minutes before the film started again. Unfortunately, as the screen faded came to life one more, we were returned back to the beginning of Lava; an audible groan emanating from everyone over the age of eight filled the air. I’m sure the groan wasn’t representative of the film’s quality, more so a combination of anticipation to see the main feature and the fact that Pixar shorts don’t have much rewatch potential and only really require one viewing to understand them completely.

“Do you ever look at somebody and wonder what’s going on inside their head?” it’s an opening line that probably began Inside Out’s first pitch, swiftly encapsulating the narrative and overall theme of the film in a single sentence. Inside Out is magnificent even by Pixar standards, and possibly even their smartest film to date. Not once do the creative team of director Pete Docter and writers Meg LeFauve, Josh Cooley and Ronnie del Carmen assume children need their comedic storytelling dumbing down, and as a result they’ve created a level of intelligent comedy that can be universally understood and appreciated by its entire audience. 

What I mean by their smartest film to date is that here is a film that’s fantastical in its entirety, convincingly depicting something equal parts scientific and emotional. Creating a film based on science and the idea that emotions interact with each other forming who we are as people; but visualising it with a level of whimsy befitting a child’s imagination is a task perhaps impossible for anyone other than Disney/Pixar. For a long time I thought they were mad for not thinking of this idea sooner, but then reflecting on the idea, I realised that perhaps Inside Out is an idea Pixar have always had in the back of their mind but never felt they could accurately depict it, to the best of their abilities, in the way they wanted to in the studio’s first two decades. Such an explanation would make sense, because Inside Out is a visual feast both stylistically and conceptually, and I feel that had it definitely would have been a huge success at any point in the last ten or fifteen years, but probably not on the level that it will be today. Pixar had to get this one right, not just because they’re coming off a period seen by some as a decline, but because they’re stepping into new territory. They’re no longer creating characters modelled around things that already exist in our physical world, nor are they creating monsters which everyone has imagined at some stage in their life. With Inside Out, Pixar had to create characters that inhabiting the limitless world of the human mind, ironically a place more creative and more powerful than our own brains and imaginations themselves can conceive of. 

Unsurprisingly, they succeeded in doing so and no amount of description on my part will ever truly do the film justice. Inside Out has to be seen.

The film is a testament to the ingenuity and consistency of Pixar, because it’s everything we’ve come to expect from them; a concept scrutinised to the smallest detail, then fully realised on-screen, covering every conceivable aspect of its premise applied to a master class in storytelling. At its core, Inside Out is a study of how our emotions change with us, surrounded by smaller ideas such as how our emotions interact with each other, how they can forge and change our memories, how they shape us as individuals and how emotional maturity begins. Each one of these concepts is explored throughout the movie, not one after another but simultaneously interacting with one another constantly. 11-year-old Riley’s emotion operate on the same level; Joy (Amy Poehler), Sadness (Phyllis Smith), Fear (Bill Hader), Disgust (Mindy Kaling) and Anger (Lewis Black) all work from the same command console at her HQ, each emotion performing their functions as-and-when needed, with each emotional task is a collaborative effort. 

Beloved by her parents, Riley is an bright and energetic young girl, and as such, Joy is unequivocally the emotional Team Leader, in a state of perpetual motion ensuring her job is done correctly. Joy is the star of the film by a mile; borderline frenetic, her feverish quest to keep Riley happy highlights the notion that happiness requires the most work with clarity and humour. Joy is coercive, confusing and borderline manipulative, but never malicious or ill willed. As Riley edges closer towards her teen years, events begin to unfold that to her will change her life dramatically, as a result her brain goes into emotional overdrive and it’s here that our story truly begins.

It’s difficult reviewing a Pixar film, not wanting to spoil anything. To describe any aspect, any second of the film, would be depriving you of discovering it yourself, which brings with it an overwhelming sense of wonder. Nostalgia plays a big part in the success of Pixar films, I’m sure, as each release the same feeling of childhood wonder arrives in me. Whenever I watch Up, Wall-E, Toy Story 3, I’m taken back to being a child watching the first Toy Story or Monsters Inc for the first time and being amazed long after I’d left the cinema. 

Inside Out is as surprising as it is brilliant. I tired to second guess where the film was going at every turn and each time I as wrong. I mean, sure, there is the Totally Unachievable Objective™ in the middle of the film, like there is in every Pixar film (and, to be fair, the majority of mainstream cinema) but even I couldn’t anticipate how the five central characters would move past this. The thing is, it’s this impassable obstacle that is the film’s one flaw. That’s it. However, I can’t in good conscience even mark it down as a flaw because I understand the absolute necessity of it as a narrative tool. We tend to forget sometimes, because they’re so good, that Pixar films are first and foremost kids films, and Pixar know their target audience very well. The issue being that children aren’t renowned for their ability to graspi subtlety, especially the very young children that come to see these films, so the fact the protagonists have to overcome some challenge to succeed has to be fairly obvious and very dramatic for it to be understood. Pixar is the only studio, bar maybe Dreamworks, who are allowed to use this narrative tool and me not be at all bothered by it.

I don’t know what it is but Pixar clearly love trying to make adults cry, or maybe just making me cry (although I’m sure I’m not alone in this). Not only did I have to fight back tears during Inside Out but I had to do so twice. TWICE! I didn’t even think I was going to cry twice during Up or Toy Story 3. Once again it’s a testament to the originality of Inside Out, I was so immersed in this amazing, hyper-fairytale funfair theme park science lab of a world that I just stopped thinking. Or more precisely stopped overthinking. Watching Toy Story 3 for the first time, I was immersed, incredibly so, but my cynicism and adulthood had me scanning for minute mistakes or flaws. I wasn’t doing so intentionally but the film’s release was such a surprise, we were all caught somewhat off guard and many of us were sure something had to go wrong. With Up, so many people had hyped it up I was determined not to find it heartbreaking. I did obviously because I’m not dead inside, but I feel like I had protected myself against the most devastating elements of the story through prior warning. Inside Out though… I experienced as a child would have and my viewing experience was heightened tenfold. After seeing the first trailer I avoided all subsequent promotional material like the plague; I wanted to just sit and absorb as much of the film as I could without any preconceived ideas of what it was, from viewing four hundred different trailers months before. As a result Inside Out hit me hard, because I went through the emotional rollercoaster in real time with these characters, not knowing what was going to happen next and not being able to prepare myself for it. I laughed so hard, smiled constantly and as I’ve said really had to fight back tears because Inside Out is a part of all of us. It’s our emotions, our memories good and bad, playing out in front of us reminding us of who we are now and who we once were. This film has done the really annoying thing, of creating a world I so desperately want to be a part of because, although it’s scary sometimes, and dark and difficult, it’s fun, exciting, colourful and every moment feels important. The emotions living inside of Riley’s head, this is their reality and they take what they have to do very seriously. Riley’s emotions employ the seriousness children do when playing a game of their own invention and it’s this focus, this inhabiting a particular world wholly in our minds that we can all relate to.

Inside Out is perfect. Some people may disagree with me, but for what it is - a children’s film designed to entertain everyone who watches it - it couldn’t have done anything more to succeed in doing so. Pixar have a story that happens outside and inside of several characters heads, involving hundreds of different characters and locations and not once - NOT ONCE - does it feel overly saturated, chaotic or out of control. I will go on record as saying I consider Inside Out to be Pixar’s greatest film. It doesn’t build on the success of previous films nor does it draw on our perceptions of other things. Inside Out takes our brains, our emotions and our imaginations and shows us all, adults and children alike that we’re all different, we’re all special and we’re all very important to a lot of people.


Nap time

Request: “So I have this really cute idea but I don’t think I could write it myself - the reader is super bubbly or hyped up and Bucky is really tired or something, so he kisses the reader to shut them up”

A/N: wow guys so this is hopefully the first of many and I’m pretty satisfied with how this came out so please don’t hate me if you don’t like it. Hope you guys enjoy it!!!

Summary: After a crazy party the night before, all your fiancé wants to do is sleep his hangover off, but you won’t let that happen.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Y/N: your name

Bucky had been sleeping when he heard the door slam, waking him up. The night before had been such a haze. All he could remember is you struggling to carry him inside the house you both shared, putting his pajamas on and tucking him into bed.

“Hey baby, how are you feeling?” You said as you walked towards him, placing a small kiss on his forehead.

You see how horrible he feels and sit right beside him at the edge of your bed.

“Bucky, come on, you can’t sleep through the day.” You say shaking him.

All you get is a groan from him as he turns to the other side.

You smile as you jump over him and onto the bed making him move and groan even louder.

“Come on Y/N! You know I’m tired.” He says rubbing his eyes as you jump up and down on the bed. Sticking your tongue out, you continue to jump and begin to laugh at him.

“No one told you to get so drunk you pass out. You should appreciate the fact I went through so much trouble to drag you home, change you and get you into bed”

You stop your jumping to sit in crisscross form next to him. As you run a hand through his hair, your eyes lock putting a smile on your face as you look at the man you are about to spend forever with.

You see that your soon to be husband begins to fall back asleep because of the relaxing motion of having your hands running through his hair. You quickly begin to jump on the bed again laughing and shouting…

“Bucky can’t hang with the big kids!”

You jump off the bed and run towards the stero to blast the first song that happens to come on.

Running back to the room to jump on the bed, you’re instantly tackled down and begin to laugh until you’re stopped by a kiss that was just too incredible.

This kiss made it seem as though time had stopped, as if nothing else in the world mattered.

It was slow and nice, but it had so much passion behind it. It was as though you and Bucky had a secret language through this and he was saying “I love you” behind it.

Once you parted, you looked at him and he had that devilish smile that drove you crazy.

All Bucky could do was laugh a little at the look on your face. You finally came back down to earth after hearing his angelic laughter.

He grabbed your hand and kissed it.

“Come on doll, we both need a shower.”

He smirked as he placed on more tender kiss on your lips before hopping off the bed and making his way towards the bathroom to begin the shower.

You lay back in astonishment not expecting a man from the 40’s to be able to kiss the way he just kissed you.

Bucky came back into the room without his shirt, showing his muscular torso.

“Hey sweetheart, you coming?” He says as he gestures his hand towards you to take hold of.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” You say as you snake your way under his arm to go off and enjoy the shower you’ll soon be taking together.

Beyoncé was/is essential to my recovery.

Of course, I grew up singing her parts in Destiny’s Child songs and all the way up through 4, I adored her but something really shifted in 2013.

Self-titled came out just days after I got out of the hospital for suicidal ideation. Pretty Hurts really got me to challenge my eating disorder. ***Flawless/***Flawless Remix got me the hype I needed to make it through when I felt everything but flawless. Grown Woman gave me a confidence in myself that 19 year old me needed to start changing my life without the control of my parents.

When Lemonade came out this year, I was reeling from the worst heartbreak I had ever experienced. The person I loved more than anyone before him had hurt me so deep that I was angry or sad most of the time. It felt like a wound I kept wishing would heal but it just stayed open and I stayed lost. Watching her journey through hurt to a place of love and forgiveness really helped me accept that I needed to acknowledge my feelings. I needed to allow myself to be hurt and angry. And I healed. I learned. Changed for the better. And wouldn’t you know, true love came back and I was ready for it.

I’ve never been to a concert or anything but I hope one of these days I can tell her in person what her music has done for me.

Life Song (Decon Theed)

So, here we are. Three months since I last made a track, and I finally pull my finger out and put something together. Well, that was the original idea; get something together to flex my muscles after the break, something hype, something I can whack up for £1 just to help bring a little extra cash into the household, help with the bills an necessities.

But then something happened; the song became a lot more personal. Without words, the song started to encapsulate my very love of the raw power and spirit of music, how thankful I am to have the people in my life that I do, how grateful I am for having such a supportive family, how I want to keep on fighting against my depression not just for myself anymor, but for all the people that have had such a profound posetive impact on my life.

This one goes out to all of you cool cats that have made my life worth living, for I wouldn’t be the same person without any single one of you; and to the single most inspirational and powerful driving force in my life, music, for taking me this far.

Here’s to life, because even with all the bad shit, the good things keep me going.

Translation of 50 Questions for Shison Jun

Soooo I did a rough translation of the 50 questions JunJun answered in his photobook for shisonjun​~

Fair warning, lots of literal/awkward phrasing, feel free to ask me to clarify~
Also, I just gave up on translating これからもよろしく, it’s basically along the lines of “please continue to have good relations with me in the future”. (^^;)

Happy 20th birthday, JunJun~!! o(*゚▽゚*)o

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