also you can wear funny hats

My Personal Rules for Being a Princess

This is sort of my lil code of ethics! Especially for when I’m regressed, but I use it daily as a reminder for how I should act!

1. No profanity! Let only good and clean words come from you. Princesses are not potty mouths.

2. Kindness to everyone. Do all the good you can, in all the ways you can, to all the people you can, if ever you think that you can. Princesses are compassionate above all.

3. Keep learning. Learn something new everyday. You don’t stop being a student after you graduate! Life is about experience. Princesses are wise and knowledgeable.

4. Treat your body with respect. Princesses need to be healthy in order to lead and rule, so eat food, drink water, get sleep, whatever you need to take care of yourself.

5. Be honest! Truth is one of the most important qualities in a leader. It’s really hard sometimes, but this is of the utmost importance, and you’ll feel way better if you do.

6. Patience. Life takes time. Sometimes you can’t seem to see the end of a situation, or the wait seems too long. Whether it’s waiting in line at the store, or persevering through a tough time of stress, patience is key in overcoming life’s challenges.

7. Turn the other cheek. Fighting fire with fire does absolutely nothing. Instead show forgiveness and acceptance. Love those that hate you and care for those who seem cold. It is always better than fighting, and it may just be the little bit of light that they needed. Princesses are loving and gentle, and you can spread that to others!

8. Keep your sense of humor! Life would be so boring if we lost our funny bones, wouldn’t it? Take time to appreciate the small things, and find enjoyment where you can.

Other tips for feeling princess-y(not necessary)
• take a bubble bath or put stuff in it like flowers
• eat some dainty lil cakes
• wear a floppy sun hat outside
• read an interesting novel
• feed the birds
• cloud gaze
• write an old fashioned letter to a friend and mail it
• listen to classical music
• fluff your pillows and go to bed early

These are just my personal favorites, some may not apply to you. Also not only for girls. Any gender can do these things too~ you are all wonderful rulers and leaders and deserve to feel as special as you are!

Can’t Help Falling In Love

Prompt: Requested by Anonymous. “Can you do one where frank is your best friend and you are about to get married but you get left at the alter and he comforts you and you guys spend the honeymoon together bc it was already booked (it can be smut or fluff or both I don’t mind :) )”

Word Count: 2,040

Pairing(s): Brendon x Reader (Past), Frank x Reader

A/N: I need to stop mixing all the bands into every fic

You weren’t the little girl that dreamed of getting married from the time you were six, you aren’t sure those girls even exist-if they do they have serious commitment and you applaud them. However, when you got engaged you might as well have been one of those girls. You weren’t sure you were ready when Brendon proposed; you knew he wasn’t ready, and yet it happened and you were happy and he seemed happy. You bought a dress-your mom hates it but you love it-and you hired someone to help with the planning because you and Pete couldn’t do everything even though he insisted he could do it all in his sleep. Everything goes perfectly, from the flowers to the food to the music.

You’re holding onto Ray’s arm because he might as well be your dad, the music swells and you push on the door but then it gets yanked open and you’re face to face with Ryan Ross. You can see the aisle behind his head, flowers along the seats where friends and family are turned to look at where the doors had opened. The doors slam shut before you can see Brendon, you bet he looks dashing in his suit. You look back to Ryan but his expression is carefully blank and you know something is wrong, even Ryan Ross would be smiling on his best friend’s wedding day. You drop Ray’s arm and Ryan adjusts his jacket awkwardly. You know he hates the suit, maybe just because Brendon picked it out or maybe because the boy can never seem to handle anything that isn’t a leather jacket lately, but he didn’t complain because he knows this day is important. He knows. Everyone knows how much this means to you and Brendon. So why is he here rather than standing beside Brendon at the altar?

“He left.” Ryan says and you shake your head, dread twisting painfully in your gut.

“What?” Ray’s hand settles on your arm just as the door flings open again. Frank looks pissed as hell, his tie is pulled loose and he’s looking Ryan like somehow this is all his fault.

“Why the fuck would he do this?” Frank barks and Ryan glares him down. No one moves and you don’t breathe.

“He left me?” You’re voice sounds empty; hollow, like Brendon took it with him when he bolted from the church. Why are you even getting married in a church? Why were you even getting married?

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” Ryan says and he does sound sorry, everyone sounds sorry.

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anonymous asked:

hey sorry to bother but could you answer something for me please. im writing about the person i love for an english project and i chose giriboy hehe. could you describe his appearance, maneurism, and likes/dislikes? tysm! love your blog so much literally live for it

Sorry anon for replying so late but I hope you can still use this. I suck at explaining things so…Also nice choice choosing giri

Appearance: Has mono lids

His fingers!!!! They’re so long

He’s 178 cm aka like 5′10

60 kg

He has kinda a jokerish & gummy smile

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was usually seen wearing glasses, a bucket hat & supreme clothing (he’s such supreme trash it’s funny)

right now he has dark brown hair, parted in the middle

that’s all I can think of right now

mannerisms: tends to do this (0:30-0:40)

Tends to slur his words

Flips people off often

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gets sarcastic when dealing with hate (1:45-2:12)

sticks his tongue out sometimes

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when taking picture with someone he doesn’t show his teeth sometimes

Likes: Girl groups!!!!!(especially suzy of miss a & seolhyun of aoa)

Supreme (I swear half his closet is Supreme, he had a post on insta where almost all his clothes were Supreme)

two words: ONE PIECE 

Quoridor

All I can think of right now

Dislikes: Tablo (I’m kidding but still the rejection is real)

 I don’t really know I can’t think of anything

anonymous asked:

I loved Visa's commercials for the Rio summer Olympics. Specially the one with Ashton Eaton (he's American) & his wife Brianne Thiesen-Eaton (Canadian) where tbey were being competitive. Super cute & funny. Look it up if you've never seen it :)

I remember it, though not clearly - IIRC they were ‘competing’ in their everyday lives with each other?  I recall laughing at it at the time.

(And their story was also so adorable… I remember reading about how he was shamed on the internet for wearing a Canada hat in Rio, when he was watching his wife.  He totally blasted that.)

(I can’t find video of the commercial though to post.  Boo.)

(Noel Fielding’s exclusive sketch of Ayrton Senna, felt-tipped lovingly for the Guardian Guide on a pre-paid envelope)

NOEL FIELDING: HOW DALÍ AND SENNA INFLUENCED MY LUXURY COMEDY - From the eyeball-slicing Spanish surrealist to the ‘enigmatic and spiritual’ Formula 1 driver, a who’s who of Boosh big-ups

Henri Rousseau

I’ve always been obsessed with the jungle. What I like about Rousseau is that he’d never really been to the jungle; he just painted an imaginary, fantasy jungle, which is probably more powerful. There’s something about your imagination that’s much more vivid and arresting than reality. If you went to the actual jungle it’d just be really annoying and full of spiders. We got my old art teacher Dexter Dalwood – who’s now a famous artist – to design my jungle hut, because I always used to rib him about ripping off Rousseau. We’ve dropped a lot of art references into the show: Willem de Kooning, Jeff Koons, Andy Warhol.

Salvador Dali

The first film that really inspired me creatively was Un Chien Andalou, the 10-minute film that Dalí made with Luis Buñuel. The eyeball-slicing scene is amazing; I just couldn’t believe that anyone could get away with making a film like that. The image that’s always stuck with me was one Dalí used several times in his paintings, of a giraffe on fire. The juxtaposition is so insane. I remember thinking as a kid, “That’s everything I want to do.” I also love the fact that he was always a showman. I saw a documentary about him the other day and he was walking around New York with an anteater and a load of dwarfs. Dalí is like the absurdist pope. He’s omnipresent: if you like weird stuff, you can’t get away from him.

Alejandro Jodorowsky

His films are so visually rich that they almost make you feel sick. They’re extreme, too: Jodorowsky was so delighted when he found a man on the street with one ear, because then he could make a false ear for the guy and have him pull his own ear off. We use shock tactics a little bit, but it’s for the laugh. In Jodorowsky an elephant dies and in the next scene you see a guy biting into its trunk. It’s so grotesque that it’s almost only the stuff of imagination, but Jodorowsky’s actually got someone to chew on a dead elephant’s trunk. In Luxury Comedy there are these two characters called The Audience. I’m like a weird harlequin in dungarees and my brother’s next to me on a stepladder in a racing driver’s outfit. He puts mashed potato into a bowl on my head, it goes through my body, and then a drawer opens up in my dungarees and the mashed potato comes out on a plate in the shape of a revolver. It’s a funny scene, but without any sound effects it actually becomes quite frightening.

Ayrton Senna

Can you be in love with a dead racing driver? I’m not even into motor racing, but I watched the Senna documentary and I just thought he was amazing: insanely good and completely single-minded, but also really enigmatic and spiritual. Everyone in this country’s quite frightened by spirituality. In South America they talk a lot about being guided by a force, which makes us panic: “What force? What did it look like? Was it wearing a hat? Who do I phone up to get my own force?” Senna’s like a modern-day hero. His racing was almost like an act of poetry because it was so extreme. I’ve taken to drawing him quite a lot, and we thought about doing an animation for the show with Senna as a kind of superhero. But then [Luxury Comedy co-director] Nigel said he looked like the Stig from Top Gear.

Richard Brautigan

He was a writer living and working in San Francisco at the same time as the Beats, although he later disassociated himself from that crowd. I like The Hawkline Monster, which is a gothic western where these two macho bounty hunters are hired to kill a monster, but when they get there the monster is just a gas. Brautigan’s a pretty amazing writer: his stuff is quite surreal, but it’s spiky as well. Sometimes you find yourself just reading the papers and watching crap on telly and you forget.

Beach goth <3

I often get asked about what I wear in the summer, but since it rarely gets hot here I don’t know if I can be of much help. But maybe I can provide some general tips :)

1: Less clothing, more jewellery! Wear as little clothing as possible but stock up on necklaces, earrings and rings, they’ll make you look cool while you keep cool (hahaha I’m so funny)
2: As for make-up, just fill in your eyebrows and maybe wear some lipstick. I personally can’t stand any more make-up than that in the heat, and it’s also bad for your skin.
3: Keep your clothing floaty and oversized. If you’re gonna wear black, try to avoid all the items being tight as well.
4: A wide brim hat keeps your face and neck out of the sun. And it’s really cool.
5: Invest in some awesome looking sandals, you’ll be wearing them a lot!

Hope I helped <3
Top and hat from H&M
Bag from Doc Martens
Everything else is thrifted

cass-ass  asked:

Did you make all of those Cas Pop! Figurines? Cause the winged one! And the 2014 endverse! Cas!! Also, your Crowley Pop! Is awesome!

Sam: Welp, we had another round of peeps FOLLOWING and UN-FOLLOWING and RE-FOLLOWING an’ all that there.

Cas: Those young people nowadays, with their TEXTING and MURDER.

Sam: Yep!  So, mabes some INTRODUCTIONS are in order!  I’m SAM DA MOOSE, also known as MOOSIFER, an’ this is CAS.  We’ll show you some of th’ other PERSONALITIES.

Sam: These are CAS’S MINIONS.  You can tell ‘cause they wear FUNNY HATS.

Chief Minion: I’m the CHIEF MINION.

Sam: They do a lot of stuff around here.

French Maid Minion: *dust dust dust*

Sam: You missed a spot!

Sam: An’ these are the NEW GUYS, they just flew in from AUSTRALIA, from a place called POPCULTCHA.

Cas: G'day, mates!

Winged Minions: G'day!

Winged Minions: Put a shimp on the BARBIE!

Winged Minions: Happy WOOLLAGARONGA DAY!  Let’s go catch a WALLEROO!

Sam: This is where tiki does her CUSS-T'MIZIN’.  (It involves sayin’ a lot of WORDS I won’t repeat 'til I’m older.)  Anyways, she did my MOOSIFER SUIT, and also GABE an’ CROWLEY.

Gabe: I’m a CUSTOM, WOO-HOOEY!

Crowley: I’m a CUSTOM too.  In addition, I have a POSH BRITISH ACCENT. 

Sam: Sometimes tiki gets a little OVER-AMBITIOUS with the CUSS-T'MIZIN’.  So here are 2014!Cas, and SERGEI.

2014!Cas: I’m from a HELLISH FUTURE WORLD where there is NO PIE!

Sergei: I am SERGEI!  You may call em SERGEI!  My MOOSETASHE makes me your GOD!

Sam: You may wonder, that’s an awful lot of Cas’s.  How the heck can we tell th’ REAL CAS?

Dean: Hey, Sammy!

Sam: Hey, Demon Dean.

Cas: Dean!

Dean: Cas!

Cas: Dean!

Dean: Cas!

Dean 'n Cas: ….

*****INTENSE STARIN’******

Sam: The truth is, that’s never been much of a PROBLEM!

Sergei: I am SERGEI!

Miinions: G'day!

French Maid Minion: *dust dust dust*

Sam: You missed a spot!

anonymous asked:

Hi there! Sterek prompt ahed. It's a bit detailed cause' I got the idea from a movie scene I loved. So Derek, Stiles and Scott are going to some kind of music academy in NYC. Stiles and Scott come together from Beacon Hills, while Derek is from NY. When holiday break comes,Scott and stiles plan to go together back to hometown for the break, but stiles somehow misses the flight and Scott flies alone. Having no place to stay and no money to buy another ticket, Derek suggest stiles to stay with him

(Human AU, Christmas, fluff, angst -that’s it,  that’s the fic, just Chistmas and some fluffy angst. Read on AO3)

Stiles can’t believe it. Of all the days for the subway to completely go tits up, it’s today. He’s not even half-way to the airport, has no money for a taxi, and there’s only a half-hour left till his flight. He could try to walk, but the New York streets are busy enough during a normal day, right before the holidays it’s like trying to push through the crows to get to the stage at a One Direction concert.

He doesn’t respond to the first panicky texts Scott sends, asking Stiles where the hell he is. Finally, with only fifteen minutes till departure he texts Scott back to let him know he won’t make it. Fuck, he’d been really looking forward to this. He misses his dad, and Scott’s mom, and even the rest of their crappy little town. He’d wanted to stop by Mrs. Lavinia, his former piano teacher, and tell her how this year at Julliard has gone so far, it’s become a holiday tradition. He wouldn’t even be here if not for her.

Stiles watches the minutes go by dejectedly. He’s still in the subway station sitting on his suitcase, letting grumpy business people glare at him as they have to walk around him to find other means of transport. At the moment of the plane’s departure, he pockets his phone and starts making his way to the apartment he shares with Scott.

The place looks sad and empty when Stiles opens the door and flicks on the lights. They hadn’t decorated, they wouldn’t be here for the holidays anyway. Stiles drops his suitcase and makes a beeline for the piano. It’s a little crappy, but it works for practice. At least he won’t constantly need to reserve one of the piano’s at the school. Sometimes he’s a little jealous of the fact that Scott can just take his guitar with him everywhere he goes.

For the next couple hours Stiles plays whatever pops into his head. A lot of them are pieces he learned when he just started, simplified versions of Beethoven and Liszt, but after a while he moves on to Christmas songs. Partly because he likes them, but also because he’s a little bit of a masochist. He should be half-way to Beacon Hills by now, where he and Scott would play duets while his dad and Melissa prepare dinner.

A knock on his door pulls him out of a depressing rendition of Jingle Bells. When he opens the door he’s surprised to find Derek Hale on the other side. Derek was in a music theory class with him and Scott last year, and they’ve been friends ever since. When the apartment next to the one where Derek and his sister live became vacant, Derek had made a deal with the building manager so that Scott and Stiles could move out of their dorm and into the apartment. Most of the time it’s like all four of them live together.

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anonymous asked:

are u okay with white fans "ironically" being racist to u? it's like a domination thing...

The “IRONIC” part of most internet “IRONY” is when someone says something “IRONICALLY” they’re literally just subconsciously saying something “HONESTLY”.

I’ve dealt with racism, sexism, homophobia, gender dysphoria most of my life in mild and sever forms. Most do come from a place of “DOMINATION” or trying to make the victimizer feel superior than the target.

It’s funny tho, cuz growing up in a primarily mexican working class neighborhood kids would pick on me for being too white (I don’t speak spanish and my english accent is really white), then when I went to college in a primarily white middle class neighborhood I suddenly became too mexican (ppl would joke about me being poor and dumb a LOT). 

Which is strange, cuz mexican people literally only existed recently in the last 400 years when the spanish fucked all the native people and created what we know as mexicans and the side affect of this weird white supremacy in actual mexican culture. It exists in most colonized cultures, that the lighter you are, the closer you are to “GOD” but fuck that I like both skin tones equally.

also i’m a mixture of a lot of things like when i get the money i wanna get one of those dna testing things cuz my lineage is mixed as fuck.

Normally I ignore the fuck outta people who get all racist at me… like every once in a while I will get a fan saying stuff like… “I feel sorry for you, you’re so talented, or funny or something… too bad your mexican” comments and stuff like that used to offend me in a deep subconscious level, but after getting like 50 messages like that, you kinda turn it into a joke… that’s how i deal with it, it’s funny now, you can say racist shit towards me and I’m gonna laugh at it, cuz its stupid. but ya I ignore and usually block racist AF people… it’s more of a vibe thing, I can feel peoples vibes on the internet and I block based on vibes.

 I also re-enforce positive stereotypes in my videos, like having a mustache and a big hat, those stereotypes don’t really hurt anyone, i just like wearing big hats and having a nice mustache.

anonymous asked:

How do you think each boy would react if you you threw underwear at them ( in Mikey's case a bra ) with your twitter name in at their show?

Ahhhh!!!!! Okay, I’m assuming you have never met them before.

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I feel like all the boys would follow you on twitter after because it’s just something they would do. They always follow their fans.

Okay, so you would throw your bra on stage at Michael and I feel like he would pick it up and put it on his mic stand as some kind of trophy. Then he would make some dirty bra joke between songs. After he followed you on twitter, I’m sure that he would make a tweet about it and tell you he would treasure his first bra forever.

I also feel like you would throw a bra on stage at Calum and he would probably put it on his head like a hat. Like no jokes, I can honestly see him wearing a bra on his head. After the concert, he would get the security to take you back stage so you could meet and he would take a picture with you (without taking off the bra). After he would put the picture on twitter just to be funny.

Ohmygosh, Luke would be playing his little heart on stage and then you would hit him in the face with a pair of lace panties. At first, he wouldn’t realize what it was, but when he did, he would go all red and and get all flustered. He would begin to forget the lyrics. But Luke would sneakily pick up the panties and put them in his pocket, making sure to follow you later that night.

Honestly, I feel like Ashton would put on his mature act when you throw your underwear at him. Instead of saying his regular “Guys, no swearing!”, he would say, “Guys, no panty throwing”. He would still keep your panties though and tweet you later. He would tell you that you should really stop throwing underwear because he knows how expensive they are to buy.

Heheheh, I really had too much fun writing this.

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