and that right there is hella fucked up

eatboo  asked:

#18!!! Do it!!

Hi Kim!!

18:tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up. - There was this time when I was walking up the stairs with my friends at school and somehow I fell UP the stairs (idk how that’s possible). Anyways, the stairs were right under a security camera, and I swear I could hear the secretaries who watched the cameras laughing at me. Anyways, my friends have never let that go and they always ask me if I want to hold onto them when I walk up stairs lol

these are actually hella fucking cute y'all

the mother deserved better

@sixpenceee I was reading my 3-year-old this for a bed time story one night and at first I thought that this book would be really cute. Love You Forever sounds hella adorable, right?

Well that’s actually really sweet. I’m sure all moms think this at some point.

I guess this is kinda cute too. Of course I wouldn’t creep into my kid’s room like that but whatever, the baby is still a little one after all.

Okay now it’s starting to get a little weird. She still crept into her kid’s room - he’s about 12 now - and picked him up and cuddled him? Kinda weird but ok.

omg mom stop he’s like 16 what

MOM WHAT THE FUCK R U DOIN. At this point he’s MOVED OUT and she drove ACROSS TOWN to hiS HOUSE and she put a LADDER by his WINDOW and she SNUCK IN TO HOLD HIM LIKE A BABY??????????

then he does it to his mom later cuz she’s old and frail now i guess but i just. what.

The last page is him hugging his own daughter and saying that little rhyme so it went back to cute but honestly this book royally creeped me the hell out and I really hope my kid doesn’t ask me to read it again soon.

Daniel Howell in that grey shirt 

sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

“you know you can come through the front door by now, right?”

“but princess, this is far more ro-meow-ntic.”

(…i just want adrien to be the hugest closet romantic ever. bad puns are romantic, right??)

Drarry - Coffee Shop AU - Inspired by this post.



~~

Today your barista is:

1)         Hella fucking gay.

2)         Desperately single.

For your drink today I recommend:

You give me him your number.

~~

Harry choked back a laugh as his gaze shot from the blazing sign to the quaint little coffee shop. It was a pretty little store, one he’d walked passed multiple times but had never frequented. The sign itself was enough incentive to provoke his growing curiosity, even if all he did was catch a gander at the supposed hella fucking gay barista.

“Well,” a laughing voice remarked to his right. “That’s one way to get attention.” The bushy-brunette coughed, her eyebrows lifting in amusement as a small smile appeared on her lips.

Ron snorted. “Seems a little desperate if you ask me,” he muttered from beside her. “Who honestly can’t just walk up to someone and ask them out?”

“This is coming from the same bloke who danced around his fiancée for years.”

“Shut up, Harry.”

The door to the café suddenly swung open, the little bell tinkling angrily as someone stormed out. The three scrambled to get out of the way as a familiar young man with dark hair shoved passed, hard eyes set on the street and hands clenched determinedly at his sides.

Ron’s eyebrows rose. “Was that Dean?” he asked in surprise.

“Dean Thomas? From school?” Harry’s head swung around, trying to catch sight of their old school-mate as the male disappeared into the crowded street. “I wonder what got him so riled up?”

“I can only imagine,” Hermione mused, eyeing the sign with delight. “Well come on then, let’s go inside. I would love a coffee and maybe we can get Harry a boyfriend.”

The brunet spluttered. “Hermione!”

But the female had already stepped inside, her giggles drifting through the doorway.

“Better follow her mate,” Ron advised. “Otherwise you might get saddled with some tosser.”


“For the last time, Pansy, take the damn sign down.

“Not until we find you a man, Draco,” replied the dark-haired female. “You’ve been such a git lately—you really need to get laid.”

A faint blush began to creep up Draco’s neck and he all but glared at the silver coffee machine as he flicked the grinder switch, hoping the shrill crunch of grinding coffee beans was enough to drown out his supposed best friend.

Draco!

Evidently not enough.

Pansy is going to be the death of me… he thought morosely.

“Look at what just walked in!”

Biting back the retort he desperately wished to spit out, Draco glanced over despite himself.

And blanched.

“The red-head?” he whispered furiously. “Pansy, what the fu—”

“Not the red-head, you idiot! The guy next to him!” Pansy reached over and began tugging excitably on the blond’s shirt sleeve.

“Stop that!” Draco snapped, yanking his arm away as he readjusted his gaze.

And felt his stomach clench.

The brunet was all green eyes and tousled black hair, a goofy smile on his face as he pulled a red and gold scarf from around his neck. His… deliciously tanned neck. Draco could only stare as the trio paused a little way from the counter, scanning the menu above their heads.

Pansy stood smirking by his side.

“I—um.” Draco cleared his throat, turning to switch off the coffee grinder. He began to fiddle with the silver milk jugs and wipe down the steamer, studiously refusing to look towards the three that were now approaching the bench.

Pansy’s smirk grew wider.

“Good morning,” she began, “what can I get for you today?”

Hermione, who was the first to order, acknowledged the brunette’s smirk with one of her own, her eyes darting to the blond who was staring fixatedly at the coffee machine.

“That wouldn’t happen to be the hella fucking gay barista now, would it?” Hermione asked innocently.

“Oh, Draco?” Pansy’s tone was equally innocent. “Why yes, yes he is.”

Draco oh so wanted to throw a murderous glare in his direction. The vicious fire in his chest was immediately stifled however, when he caught brief eye contact with the brunet standing right behind the bushy-haired female. The male was gazing at him, a hint of shyness softening his masculine features. Swallowing, Draco darted his eyes away as casually as he could make them, his cheeks beginning to burn as he reached out instinctively for one of his cleaning cloths.

Good god, he felt like a young school girl.

He barely listened as the trio rattled off their coffee order, one of them ordering a blueberry muffin to which Draco caught a “You just ate breakfast, Ronald!”.

“But, ‘Mione, I’m a growing boy.”

“You’ll grow outwards is what you’ll do.”

“Anything sweet for you, handsome?” Pansy asked.

Draco snuck another glance towards the counter, unable to stop himself from biting his lip as the brunet flushed slightly at Pansy.

“Me? Oh, no, just coffee—thank you.”

“Don’t worry, handsome, Draco here makes a beautiful cappuccino, you won’t feel as if you’re missing out.”

Dazzling green eyes met with grey once more and Draco was surprised to note the way the brunet’s cheeks reddening further, a tentative smile on his face.

“Sounds good.”

“Why don’t you two go find a table?” Hermione suggested, reaching into her bag for her purse.

The red-head pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before grabbing Harry’s arm—who was still gazing at Draco—and muttered “Come on, you ponce.”

The blond followed their movements to a table directly within his sights, his heart thumping uncharacteristically quickly in his chest.

Damn… if I had known Pansy’s sign was going to draw in guys like him I would have told her to put it up months ago…

“Did you hear that, Draco? Isn’t it wonderful my sign has been so successful?”

The blond’s head snapped around. “What?” he asked dumbly.

His best friend’s smile was oozing with impertinence, eyes bright with glee.

“This lovely customer was just informing me that her friend with the dark hair is single. How’s that for coincidence?”

I’ll give you coincidence—

“Oh,” was all he said. Instead, he grabbed the order from the bench, eyeing the three coffees quickly. One skim latte. One hot chocolate. And one cappuccino.

With one last furtive glance at the gorgeous dark-haired male, Draco distracted himself with brewing coffee and steaming milk, carefully preparing each drink to his always demanding perfection. He reached up for three mugs, poured each drink expertly, before plating them on the side bench ready to be taken to the table.

A sudden flutter of nerves hit Draco as he eyed the mug of cappuccino. He bit his lip again, eyes flitting across the room and back before he reached for a napkin.

It wouldn’t hurt to write his number down, would it? It wasn’t as if the guy would feel obligated to ask Draco out now, would he? And it would be better for Draco to give his number rather than expect the poor bloke to fork out his own; at least it would save Draco from the embarrassment of being denied to his face.

Thinking quickly—or rather, not thinking at all—Draco grabbed the marker he used to write on takeaway cups and scribbled out a list of numbers, heart hammering in his throat as he shoved the napkin beneath the mug. He backed away from the drinks before he lost his nerve, returning to the coffee machine to clean up.

“Draco,” Pansy hissed suddenly.

“What?” the blond snapped.

“Take their coffees to the table, you daft moron!”

“What? Why me? That’s your job!”

“Gives you a chance to go talk to him!” Pansy rolled her eyes in exasperation, as if a child could have understood more. “Do you want to be single forever?

“And if I do?” Draco grumbled, marching back to the side bench despite himself. He slid two of the mugs into one hand skilfully and grabbed the third in the other. He straightened his back purposefully and crossed the dark wooden floor, coming to a halt beside the trio’s chosen table.

“The hot chocolate?”

“That’s me,” the red-head grinned, rubbing his hands together in an excited fashion.

Draco lowered the mug carefully. “The skim latte?”

“Mine!” Hermione called cheerfully, smiling kindly at Draco as he handed her the coffee.

He turned, eyes finally landing on the male gazing up at him, a gentle smile on his face.

“Which leaves the cappuccino for you,” the blond murmured, fighting hard to keep his hand from trembled as his extended his arm. The brunet reached up to grab the mug, his fingers brushing along the back of Draco’s hand as he did so, causing a lovely tingle shoot up the blond’s arm.

Draco almost dropped the coffee into the guy’s lap.

“Er—e-enjoy,” he stammered slightly.

“Thank you,” the dark-haired male said, voice warm and deep and oh so enticing.

Draco fought hard to conceal a shiver as he returned to the bench. Good god, his cheeks felt as if they were on fire—he could only imagine how they appeared.


“Well? Did you get his number?” Pansy demanded as soon as the trio had left the café. “I saw the look he gave you on his way out—he totally did, didn’t he?”

“Actually,” Draco replied, folding his arms as he leant against the bench, “I gave him mine.”

Pansy practically squealed and even the blond couldn’t contain his smile.

“I told you my sign would work.”

“Well, it hasn’t technically worked as of yet. It will only be a success if we go out on a date or whatever. In the meantime…” He shot Pansy a glare. “Take the bloody thing down.”

“Alright, alright,” the brunette grumbled, tossing her pen onto the counter and marching to the window.

Shaking his head, Draco reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. He didn’t expect the guy to make a move immediately of course, but the blond couldn’t help but gaze down at the dark screen hopefully.

Switching on his phone, Draco stared down at the now brightly lit screen, mouth going dry.

1 new message.

With shaking fingers, Draco swiped and opened up his inbox.

Lunch sometime?

P.S. your cappuccino was to die for. I’ll definitely have to come back.

Draco felt giddy as a smile stretched across his face.

Lunch sounds great.

Reasons Good Oboe Players Are Hella

-manage to make an instrument whose natural closest relative is probably waterfowl sound like a mystical instrument of glorious beauty.
-some of them make their own reeds. yeah, that’s right. they make part of their own motherfucking instrument and they make it well.
-a lot know more than one instrument because they started out playing the flute or clarinet or play a different instrument for marching season. that’s pretty fucking badass.
-don’t have a section family a lot of times because there’s only one of them and the flutes and clarinets just don’t understand.
-put up with clueless people asking them what’s wrong with their clarinet.
-double reeds are tricky lil shits to figure out so go let an oboe player know they’re rad as hell today.

“We demanded an album a year”? “We made them overwork”? “We are at fault for them breaking up”? I’m sorry, but what sort of guilt trip bullshit of an article is this? Don’t spin this on their fanbase, nor make it to be the fans’ fault when, right from the start, this is how THEIR TEAM conditioned everyone to think about them. Don’t fucking insult us by comparing us to Penny Lane and any groupie story. Not when, after being metaphorically beaten up by their team, we still do so much that makes their team’s job so easy. This is disrespectful at the very least, and hella humilliating at most, to say this about the fans.

au ideas i thought of at 4 am
  • were in class and you keep throwing paper balls at me why are you doing this au
  • youre in orchestra and im in band, we take our rivalry seriously but holy shit youre hot so hey while they’re warming up wanna make out behind the curtains? au
  • i really cant chose between wanting to cuddle you and wanting to fuck you au
  • ok so im a celebrity and im single, and youre that one fan i see whos literally hella cute lets date au
  • its 2 AM and im knocking at your window, wake up and lets go on a late-night walk or something idk can we just hold hands already au
  • i didnt bring food for lunch but hey can i have half of your sandwich au
  • were in wrestling class and were partners and were in this really fucking awkward kind of sexual position right now au
  • im totally stronger than you but i let you win that arm wrestling contest au
  • we stayed up all night in bed texting each other and while i was confessing my feelings to you i passed out so all i left you with was “i kind of…” and thats it au
  • were in drama and we have this kiss scene together, i dont think i mind this one bit au
  • we did a trust fall but you were too weak to fully catch me au
  • were getting it on in bed and you fucking keep on whispering memes into my ear please stop this au

me listening to badlands: sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯  i say so 💯  thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit

  • luke:*is starting to be comfortable with his body and hella more confident*
  • me:sign me the FUCK up 👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌th 👌 ere👌👌👌 right✔there ✔✔if i do ƽaү so my self 💯 i say so 💯 thats what im talking about right there right there (chorus: ʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ) mMMMMᎷМ💯 👌👌 👌НO0ОଠOOOOOОଠଠOoooᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒᵒ👌 👌👌 👌 💯 👌 👀 👀 👀 👌👌Good shit
One thing I want for Sam Winchester

You know what would be really nice?? I’ve been thinking about Supernatural actually having romance. Not like, as a big thing, but as a slow burn or character development. In the background. ( torchwood, leverage, ITF). Spend a whole season and not like 4 real episodes. And you know who the perfect candidate is?

Sam Winchester.

He’s literally given up on wanting that. And, okay, I want it done right. I personally didn’t care for Amelia. Mostly because it didn’t feel organic and it was just like a pop up romance with like, no chemistry. To me. I HELLA LOVED JESS AND MADISON, Sarah was okay– but let’s face it, that was another Sam. That’s not our Sam anymore.

I want a new Hunter to roll into town, or even better– make them a monster. Seriously, I fucking loved the possibilities Madison gave us.

Give us a Werewolf or oh man- WITCH.

But anyway, I want to see how people actually fall in love but I want it to be Sam. Sam being skeptical but tolerating their help. Sam keeping space between them because Sam doesn’t want to be close to anyone anymore that he can lose.

Then pour on that stuff that gets Sams heart beating. The stuff the character doesn’t even know means a lot to Sam. Sets a coffee mug down on the table when he’s up late researching. Stays up late with him to keep him company. Makes snarky remarks from the back seat when Deans being unreasonable. Actually listens to him when he gets excited about something he found.

I want to see Sam realize he worries about them
more than he should. I want to see CW give us a real character and a real importance that even when you’ve lost everything, even when you’ve given up yourself, it doesn’t mean something or someone won’t just see you for you.

Most importantly I want to see this Sam /fall/ in love. Startling when their hands touch, his eyes catching theirs, Working a case and seeing the character dressed up for a part and he can’t look away.

I want to honestly see Sam who wants nothing to want again. And I want to watch it happen so I can want it for him with him.

anonymous asked:

Fuck you, WE NEED MORE REPRESENTATION FOR LATINX AND HISPANIC CHARACTERS IN ALL MEDIA!!!

Sure. And Disney is doing a terrible job am I right? It’s not like they gave us characters with hispanic heritage/hispanic like

Wizards

An Emperor

A princess of an actually ok Disney’s movie

A super-heroine chemist

One of the most lovable dorks in all history

This insanily sweet ass-kicking guy

The really hella smart co-protagonist of one of the sweetest shows I’ve ever seen

I almost forget this ass-kicking girl!

And while not a character representation, a movie that is almost entirely set in a south-american country

That, as a venezuelan, I can testify is really damn exciting. 

My post was about Disney. And my post was about how Honey Lemon got the “she’s not that good of representation” only because she didn’t mentioned it, because for some reason, there is “a way” to look latina, an aparently Honey Lemon isn’t fitting.

As a latina, fuck everyone who believes that. My childhood’s best friend looks like her, only not as tall. I do understand though. Colorism? That’s clear. The excuse of “well, a latino can look white!” so to not include poc latinos is vastly used, while that’s something the USA needs. Because poc characters of all places rock.

But look at Audrey. Look at her. Why Honey Lemon gets the “Disney fucks up their first latina girl by making her white!” when she exist? When she’s such a cool ass-kicking woc engineer? Intentional blindeness? Not to mention all the cast of Emperor’s New Groove (and the silly sequel) but we sure love to forget all we’ve seen when we’re about to complain.

I speak as an outsider. I have never been in the usa. I live in a country where most of us are latinos after all. I can only imagine how is to live with the sistematic opression and all the bullshit american latinos have to suffer. I can sound rude for that, of course. But my mind can’t wrap up in anyone saying Disney is awfull with latino representation because all this characters are so different and amazing! So ass-kicking! I love them all! Yes, there is not nearly enough of them, it would never be. But damn.

(The only thing I will complain is that, Disney, fuck, at least four characters’ last name is Ramirez, there are other last names you know? shit, do some google or something).

cliche pynch college visit headcanon

•so Ronan left the barns and hopped in his car late at night out of habit cause that’s what he does when he can’t sleep

•as he’s driving, he thinks of Adam and how much he misses him and he just kinda ends up on the freeway, headed towards Adam’s college

•so it’s like midnight and he’s in Adam’s college town and he’s like “fuck it, I’m visiting my boyfriend right now, I haven’t seen him in three months, and I’m done waiting”

•but he knows how Adam overworks himself and ends up dead tired 24/7 so he stops for coffee first

•he pulls into the parking lot of Adam’s dorm building and immediately finds his room (he will never admit it, but he has the room number memorized, what a nerd)

•so he knocks and waits and finally Adam opens the door super hella fast and he’s wearing the classic coca cola t-shirt and blue pajama pants and his hair is perfectly mussed and his eyes are electric, even in the dim light, and Ronan doesn’t say a single thing because he’s lost in those eyes

•And Adam has the absolute most annoyed expression on his face and says super sternly “Ronan Lynch, it is too fucking early for this, and I have class in a few hours, let me sleep.” (Cause at this point it’s like 1:30 or something, idk, and he’s sleep deprived and it doesn’t register) and he shuts the door

•Ronan is kinda shocked for a minute so he just kinda sets the coffee down next to the door mat when he hears, muffled, through the door “wAIT THAT’S RONAN LYNCH”

•and Adam flings the door open even more hella fast than the first time and the door hits the wall really loud and he full on jumps on Ronan and wraps his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist and just clings on tight for a few moments and then just pulls back to look at Ronan’s face and then tries to kiss him but can’t cause he’s smiling too much for kissing to actually work

•and the whole ordeal was really loud so kids start peeking their heads out from behind their doors

•and Adam and Ronan both notice this but they’re too busy kissing to actually give a fuck

•also, Ronan is still holding Adam so he’s off the ground and it’s kinda top heavy so Ronan spills the coffee at some point

•bonus: Adam’s room mate comes up from behind the pair to walk out of the room to tell a kid across the hall “this is the angry-gay-Irish-catholic-tattooed-street-racing-farmer-dad boyfriend of his I told you about” and the other kid is like “oh wow he actually exists”

au where asahi is a bartender at a nightclub and nishinoya is a street fighter that frequents said nightclub, but they never meet because asahi has weekends off and nishinoya only ever comes to the nightclub on saturday nights

then one friday night nishinoya storms into the nightclub, bloodied and bruised from a fight, grunting out an order for the usual but asahi is so confused because im sorry sir, but what is your usual?

at this nishinoya looks up, prepared to growl the words stop messing around tanaka you shit until confused chocolate-coloured eyes come into his line of sight and the insult just dies away because holy fuck this guy’s hella cute 

from then on nishinoya comes to visit the nightclub on weekdays instead of weekends and he doesn’t mind that his schedule is all messed up, if only for the sake of seeing the cute bartender with pretty eyes and the gentle voice and the soft smile playing at the corners of his lip, and nishinoya can’t help but notice that whenever he’s sitting right at the bar that asahi ducks his head shyly, red streaked across his face from one ear to the other, jerky movements and hesitant exchange of words while taking nishinoya’s order showing his internal turmoil of what do I he’s staring at me again what do I do what do I do this is awfully nerve wrecking someone please save me how am i supposed to react in this situation and nishinoya has to wonder if asahi’s reaction is actually due to nishinoya being a fighter and nishinoya can only feel depressed because he thinks asahi’s afraid of him

and when tanaka sees their interaction on the week that he has shifts with asahi (who’s a total sucker for nishinoya’s attention by the way), he drags nishinoya to a corner and scribbles asahi’s contact across his arm with a firm look and aif you don’t find a chance to talk to him properly and ask him out I will go there and ask him for you and when tanaka sees his best friend and co-worker again the next weekend, asahi stutters out a soft ‘thank you’ to him before another one of nishinoya’s honest compliments have asahi flushing crimson again and asahi’s glass heart can’t handle 

so I’m trying to do a cover of Wisdom of the World in Famitracker (not Milktytracker, this time), and I got an NSF file for all the Mother music (hella), and separated all the instruments in the track, and got them correctly lined up in Audacity, and I’m ready to start the cover

except I totally suck at playing/copying instruments by ear (I can hum, I just can’t seem to find the right notes on the keyboard; maybe it’s bcuz I’m not actually using a piano keyboard. anyways) so I go to look up the sheet music instead

and I found this, and I look at it, and I’m like, “what the wtf fuck is this horse shit”

what

what are those

you’ve got to be kidding me

THIS BITCH. PUT IN. A ONE HUNDRED TWENTY-EIGHTH REST.

ACTUALLY, NOT JUST ONE. A WHOLE PAGE OF THEM!

YOU GOT ME FUCKED UP!

WHERE I’M FROM, WE JUST CALL THAT STOPPING THE NOTE

im not gonna lie

i honestly dont care about rich mainstream artists complaining about people pirating their music

like i honestly do not care that rich people are loosing a few millions

jay-z got 1 billion between him and beyonce. i do not care about that nigga not having 3 billion or something cause of piracy

everybody cannot afford music. so they pirate it. if you still making hella $$$$ off of appearances and concerts. why are you so mad?? youre still winning fam. you still doing better than most of the population shut the fuck up with your greedy ass???

also they dont give a damn about poor peoples shit so why do i gotta care about their rich people problems???

call me a bitter poor bitch and you’d be right. i do not care about people who have everything feelin salty cause they cant have more