apparently i have too much free time

I TOLD YOU I WOULD

WELLLLLlll okay it’s not a shirt, but only because the original image itself was an odd dimension size and a bit too small and resizing it would have made it blurry when printing on a shirt. BUT when I get a bit of free time (pffttttcute Xedra, ‘free time’) I want to remake the image to be of a high enough resolution to print on a shirt. :D

But I do love me some mugs, so I’m more than pleased as punch right now. A mighty thirst indeed ahuhuhuh~ :D Thanks so much, @asrielisdeadandfloweyisabitch <3

Vegan Gluten Free Cake Doughnuts.

The sweet tooth never stops. I like using whole wheat flour for my pastries so I don’t usually spend too much time with gluten-free baking. Maybe because I just haven’t gotten used to the texture that gluten-free flour offers. But my friend @bleuseven always emphasizes how beneficial gluten-free living can be for the skin. Apparently, reactions to gluten can manifest as skin issues. Of course, there are other things like environmental allergies, personal care products, etc. that can cause skin flare issues but it doesn’t hurt to consider that we can have some control over our skin through diet. And I think anyone, even those who don’t have food sensitivities, can benefit from limiting gluten from their diet. Hence, gluten-free vegan doughnuts. Because gluten-free doesn’t mean gross. Haha!

Vegan GF Cake Doughnuts
Makes about 8 doughnuts

1 cup gluten-free flour (Bob’s Red Mill 1 to 1 baking flour)
½ cup vegan sugar
1 ½ tsp. baking powder
¼ tsp. salt
½ cup unsweetened almond milk
½ tsp. apple cider vinegar
½ tsp. pure vanilla extract
1 flax egg
¼ cup vegan margarine

Doughnut Glaze
½ cup confectioner’s sugar
3 tsp. unsweetened almond milk

To make the doughnuts: Preheat oven to 350 degrees Fahrenheit. Lightly grease a donut pan.

Combine dry ingredients in a large bowl. Combine wet ingredients in a small saucepan over medium to low heat and stir just until vegan margarine is melted. Mix will be warm to the touch. Add wet ingredients to dry and mix until just combined.

Fill each donut pan well ¾ full (about 3 tablespoons of mix). Bake doughnuts for 10-12 minutes or until they are firm and spring back when you touch them. Pop them out of the donut pan and onto a cooling rack to cool until warm to the touch.

To make the glaze: Sift the confectioner’s sugar. Whisk in the non-dairy milk until the glaze is smooth. Add a couple drops of yellow (or whichever color you prefer) vegan food coloring and mix. Dip the top of each doughnut in the glaze then top with sprinkles. Serve at room temperature. Doughnuts can be stored in an airtight container for up to 3 days.

A Diverging in the Wood [2/3]

hi sorry

Summary: Events shift.  History rearranges.  Another horror beyond human comprehension joins the fray during Weirdmageddon. 

Good thing they’re on the side of humanity.

[A/N:  I Honestly don’t know how to explain the context to this and it’s been literally half a year since I’ve posted anything for it, but.  Canon Divergence AU for this fic which is just sleeping, I promise.  Features eldritch abomination Stan - it makes sense in context. Kind of.]

[AO3]


To Stanford’s complete lack of surprise, hell was freezing cold.

Though a revolutionary discovery to be sure, he had doubts it would stand up to any reputable academic committee. The main issue was, his current location was more accurately described as “Ford Pines’ Personal Pyramidal Hell” than the classic Judeo-Christian equivalent. Specifically, traits of demons present were more “horns and cloven feet” than “sixty-degree angles.”

Unfortunately, that fact narrowed down the field of concerned individuals significantly. To two, actually - him and his fellow captive, the rather perturbed looking child (?) dancing frantically in a cage hanging from the ceiling. 

Not Ford’s oddest roommate experience, but it did make top five.

It was just one of those days. Weeks? Months? Extra-temporal periods of existence?

The worst part about the death of linear time, Ford thought to himself sadly, was the language involved.

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anonymous asked:

You're from Poland but you speak (typing mannerisms) like a pure bred American

My English teacher in high school told me the same thing, and apparently I also have a really strong American accent, but that’s just because I have too much free time and too many american tv shows on my playlist :)

The Poet

(Namjoon drabble, #2 || Author Attic series #001)

This is dedicated to @legal-red-head | @armysfighting a.k.a Snow, happy birthday!!! I’m not good with words, I just hope you are having a splendid birthday^^ ily!!! <3333

The hum of chatter filling the warm space, combining itself with the mingling scents of coffee, the peculiar scent from the pages of old books, and scented candles. Daunting, you thought to yourself as you scan around the room with your eyes. You walk through the room, passing the unfamiliar faces which was preoccupied with whispering convos, as you spot an empty spot between the lined chairs, all facing at the one old wooden chair at the center. You pull out your recorder, a small notepad and a pen from your backpack, right after you settled down, letting out a sigh as you can feel your tired legs losing its soreness as you are rested on your seat.

You reach into your pocket, pulling out a folded card that serves as an invitation, reading out the words on it out of boredom.

“POETRY BOOK READING AT AUTHOR ATTIC - FEAT. KIM NAMJOON”.

You lift your eyes to do another scan of the room while you keep flipping the cards in your fingers. It is quite nerve wracking to find yourself in a totally foreign place, a complete new experience for you to be in the middle of an event meant for writers and keen book readers, yet you soon find yourself being absorbed by the beauty of the space, surrounded by racks filled with books, old and new. Such a pure and perfect place for a book reading indeed, you thought, as you let out a content sigh.

You distract yourself with reading your scribbles in your little notepad, before reaching down to grab a small leather covered book from inside your bag, brushing your fingers on the golden writing on the cover, keeping your eyes reading through its pages even when some of the people chattering earlier are starting to occupy some seats around you. You only lift your eyes when you feel someone sitting right next to you, glancing to your side, having your attention caught in him immediately. A tall, slender man, with bright colored hair and eyes sparkling with excitement, is sitting right beside you, and you just can’t stop but look at him with admiration on how radiating he is in the middle of such placid atmosphere.

He glances at you suddenly, catching you looking at him still and you can feel the redness on your cheeks spreading on your entire face. “I- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, um, stare,” you chuckled nervously while turning your head to face your front.

“Nah, it’s okay,” he said to you with a calming smile on hisface and you couldn’t help to notice how deep his voice is and how the light on his face is radiating more with that smile of his. “Are you an avid reader too?” He asked you, nodding at the book on your hand.

You glance quickly at the object he is pointing and lift the book in your hand. “Uh- no, it’s actually the first time I read this book, or even- been in this kind of event,” you answered him, glancing around at the place and the people around you.

“Oh, really? How so?” He asked again, turning his body slightly to face you and staring at you with lifted eyebrows, his eyes filled with genuine interest.

“It’s just- I’ve never read these kinds of books, that’s all,” you said, smiling at him shyly.

“Ah- not really your cup of tea, hmm?”

“Poetry about life, and the philosophy of how the breeze of wind changes how a man thinks about time?” You grinned at him before chuckling, “No, not really.”

He laughs with you, crossing his arms in front of his chest as he asks you curiously, “So- What kind of books do you usually read?”

“Medics.”

He lifts his eyebrows and you can’t help but admire how gorgeous he looks when his eyes and face are emitting such high interest, “Oh? Are you a medical student?”

You let out a shy grin on your face, shrugging as you give out an answer, “Sort of. I haven’t really decided, but I’m heading there.”

“I see,” he said, nodding his head and giving you such a fond smile, “So, how does a future medical person who doesn’t really enjoy philosophical poetry ends up here?”

“I’m here for my friend,” you sighed, pursing your lips as you explain to him, “I have some close friends who are apprentice writers, and one of them, my best friend, writes for her campus’ bulletin and received an invitation to this reading. The bonus point is that she is fan. But she couldn’t make it, and since apparently I’m the only one that have so much free time- Here I am.”

“Oh- That’s too bad that she can’t be here. What happened? Clashing schedules?”

“Nope, not that at all,” you shake your head, still pursing your lips. “It’s shark week.”

He frowns at you, “A shark- What is that?”

“Well,” you take a few seconds to figure out a way to explain to him. “Do you have a sister? Or- perhaps a girlfriend?”

“Uh- a sister, yes.”

“Well, then you might know what it is. It’s an occasion that women must endure once a month. We, my friends and I, call it ‘shark week’ because it’s so dreadful to go through.”

You can see him taking a few moments to understand the meaning of your words until you can see the light in his eyes forming back again. “Ah yes- I get it now,” he laughed, “Wow, I feel sorry for her. I wouldn’t know how it feels, but I can imagine.”

You nodded, lifting the leather covered book in your hand, waving it in front of you. “This book is hers, I’m taking it with me so I can ask the writer for their autograph. I figured it might help her to endure the dreadful pain if she’s happy.”

A smile appears on his face as he glances at the book and at your face. “Such a great friend,” he said, and you soon notice his habit of lifting his eyebrows each time he finds something that amazes him. You open your lips to say something, meaning to ask him some questions to continue the conversation, but the clicking sound of microphone at the center of the room and the sight of people moving through to fill the empty seats calls for your attention. The host of the show is standing next the wooden chair in front of you, announcing the show to start, and you give a smile at the man sitting next to you before turning your body to face forward.

You were busy fumbling with your things, still in the middle of opening your notebook and turning your recorder on when the host continues to speak, “….and since everyone seems to be ready, let me go straight ahead and invite our lovely guest to take the throne right here- Mr. Kim Namjoon.”

Everybody in the room starts to clap, and glancing towards your side, which surprises you. It was at that moment when you catch the other people’s eyes and smiles when you sense the man that you just talked to leaving his seat. You look over to him and watch him as he walks to the center of the room, claiming the spot on the wooden chair, nodding his head at the host just before he sits and takes over the microphone.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, fellow colleagues and friends. Thank you for joining me on this lovely night at this Author Attic. Please let me introduce myself, before I begin. My name is Kim Namjoon,” he said through the mic, before he turns to look at you and give out a teasing wink to add your surprise.

“Oh, fuck-”


For someone who could barely finish reading a literature novel without having headaches, and someone who aren’t used to read classic poetry without frowning an eyebrow, you actually are enjoying the event. He does so well to make it possible for you to.

You had spent hours trying to read the book he wrote - yes, the one belongs to your friend - yet you couldn’t understand the words or imagine whatever he is he was trying to say. But tonight, he helps expand your thoughts. It’s the way he recites his own poems that awes you, when he is sitting there, reading his own writing fluidly, more like storytelling, more like speaking to you directly, and you are completely blown away to the beauty of the words that flows through his lips. Even when you are constantly distracted by the beauty of his smile and the genuine excitement sparkling on his eyes.

An hour passes by and you are still up high in the cloud of thoughts when suddenly the sound of clapping hands pulls you back to the present, finding yourself back in your seats and the writer named Kim Namjoon is now leaning his body forward on his seat to give a respectful bow as an expression of gratitude towards the attendance. He smiles at you right after he straighten up back to his seat and you wait until everyone is done shaking his hand to congratulate him before you leave your own seat.

He is in the middle of talking to one of his fellow writers when you reach next to him, and his smile widens immediately as he sees you there. “Hello again,” he said, still smiling wide, right after the woman he was talking to leaves with an autographed book.

“Yes- Hello again,” you answered him with a pursed smile, hoping for the life of you that your cheeks isn’t be burning with redness of shame. “Congrats, that went really great. I- um, sorry about earlier.”

He only smiles, “Nah- Don’t think about it. You didn’t know who I was, and to be fair, I didn’t tell you either.”

“Good point,” you said, lifting your finger to make a point.

“Did you have a good time, though?”

“I did, actually. I can finally imagine the stories you were telling through your poems,” you said, grinning. “At first I thought I would be lost or- I don’t know- look like a complete idiot for not understanding the meaning. The way you recite them is- beautiful.” This time it is impossible to hold back the blush and you just have to turn your face looking away from his gorgeous face.

“I’m glad that you could enjoy it,” he said. “And uh, I think I have a book to sign?”

“Oh, yes,” you said, undeniably a bit too excited as you hand him the book, “Here it is. I really appreciate this, thank you.”

He takes the book in his hand, holding it while looking around, and you can see that he is thinking about something before he speaks to you, “Would you- um, stay a bit longer? Perhaps continue our previous conversation over coffee, or tea, while I sign this? Maybe you can help me figure out a way to create something that medical students would like to read.”

He looks at you with such an adorable stare filled with hope that it’s simply impossible for you to refuse him. You almost laugh as you can see his puppy eyes staring down at you but you are blushing at his handsome smile - and yes, that is a very cute dimple showing on his face - that all you can do is to reply him with an identical shy smile, “Tea, would be nice. I’d love to stay longer and talk to you more.”

Turn loose the mermaids (Part 26)

@taulun‘s AU.

Okay, I swear this is the last useless chapter. From the next one on, shits gets real. Thanks to @miracujess for being my beta.

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Also. SIN WARNING from the middle of the chapter till the end. You’ll catch up on when it begins.


If theft wasn’t the way he made his livelihood, Nino might have actually felt sorry for all these trading ships. Captain Noir had been on a roll lately. Maybe the good mood positively affected his desire to rob ships. Since he made up with Marinette a fortnight ago, he had only been in good spirits. Nino wasn’t sure if he should be grateful or not. Sure, he got rid of Chat lamenting and whining sad poems on his floor about a month ago, but since the second make up, Marinette and Chat had been at it every fucking night. And frankly, Nino was losing sleep over this. But at least he got some ear plugs recently and put them to good use. Still, not even that stopped the noise entirely. And every time Nino made a joke about it, Chat seemed to find necessary to threaten to throw him overboard. It was a little funny. Glancing around at the rest of the crew busy carrying the chests under the deck, Nino spotted his captain running with a bunch of dresses and other clothing items down the stairs, with a maniacal smile on his face. Nino shook his head. He wasn’t getting sleep anytime soon.


“Oh, Princess!” Chat said in a sing-song voice once he entered the cabin. “I got something special for you today.”

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anonymous asked:

could you have a little special thingy about gay musicians? i have a friend who's having a hard time coming out who'd like some composers to lighten her day, and lgbtq ones who be a+ thanks, i love you so much!

sure thing, anon! you’d actually be pretty surprised by how many well-known composers weren’t straight. 

  • frederic chopin!! yup, judging people’s accounts he was most likely biromantic and asexual, though a lot of people tend to erase this. 
  • franz schubert most likely wasn’t as straight as he’s made out to be, and there’s quite a bit of evidence for that! 
  • robert schumann was at least a little bit into guys, and this is brushed off as a one time thing though it most likely wasn’t. 
  • ethel smyth was a lesbian, and i also really love some of her music, so give it a listen when you can
  • francis poulenc (one of my favorite composers tbh) was gay, and had a lot of difficulty coming to terms with it. so don’t worry, you aren’t alone!! 
  • benjamin britten had a pretty well-documented relationship with the tenor peter pears, so there’s that 
  • john cage, apparently!! 4:33 is gay pass it on 
  • wendy carlos is a trans woman (i’m not sure if you want trans composers too)! we did a feature on her, and i love her work so much 

there are definitely more, but unfortunately society has a way of erasing our histories. so just remember that your friend isn’t completely alone in the world, and that there are lots of LGBT+ role models for her to look up to. 

sources: mostly my memory (i didn’t have time to look a lot of this up, so feel free to do that if you need to) and also  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:LGBT_composers

~mod liszt, who is also gay and has composed 

honestly, when I look at the kpop fandom I’m left with no words. What I see is a bunch of immature people, that apparently have too much free time on their hands and use it in the worst way possible. After years of being part of this “community”, I finally reached my limit. At first I felt rage, then disgust. Now I only have pity for you.

For you that instead of focusing on what music is, prefer wasting time and shame on other people.

For you that instead of acting like a civil and mature and respectful person, prefer making allusions to other people when it’s really not necessary just to cause drama.

For you that instead of gathering all your strength to support your artists, prefer bashing others that work just as hard and deserve respect for the alone fact that they are HUMANS.

For you that apparently are too focused on doing this shit to appreciate what it is really all about.

When we grow up, we are taught about RESPECT. Respect other people, and accept the fact that the world is beautiful because it’s diverse. We all have different tastes and NOBODY should have anything to say about it. You like something, I like something else. That’s IT. Is it that difficult to understand?

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so i thought I’d have a bunch of free drawing time over spring break but it looks like that might not happen SO in lieu of new drawings, here are my old panels from the Pacific Rim Exquisite Corpus that was planned a few months ago!!
given the nature of an exquisite corpus i have absolutely no idea what the context for this situation is other than apparently hungover newt in jammies so just go ahead and make something up

anonymous asked:

Can you do a Vernon angst with a fluffy ending? So what you want and have inspiration for. Everything you have done I have loved soni truat you will do good.

I feel like I failed miserably. I had so many ideas to make Vernon angsty, then I just went off the rails and started writing about random things, then my inner lit nerd came out. Whoops. Hope you still enjoy it?

Blame It On the Rain

Member: Hansol(Vernon) x oc
Genre: fluff, angst
Anon Said: Can you do a Vernon angst with a fluffy ending? So what you want and have inspiration for. Everything you have done I have loved soni truat you will do good.
Warnings: n/a
Word Count: 1504

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anonymous asked:

So I found out something about Chara's age (36), apparently the sum of integers from 1 to 36 is a certain 3 digit demonic number. Is this on purpose or do I just have too much free time?

honestly, we just wanted something in the mid-30′s. minty originally suggested 36 and later wanted to make it a little lower, but i realised that 3 + 6 = 9 and insisted it had to stay! 

whatever you do, don’t imagine alec running his fingers through magnus’ perfectly styled hair, yanking on it, making a mess of it, as he pulls magnus’ head back and whispers dirty things in his ear then kisses down his neck, rips the buttons off magnus’ designer dress shirt, and works his way down slowly, achingly slowly…

just don’t do it.

misc. Abby Yates-related headcanons

because I have way too much free time and Things Happen

  • Abby comes from a bigger family - I’m talking a minimum of four or five siblings here. They’re very loving and supportive, but also very rough and tumble, with every sibling for themselves a lot of the time. Abby learned to talk loud and just grab for what she wants at a young age.
  • The Yates clan is very much a Sports Family, and Abby played a few sports in high school and college. I’m not sure how much I want to accept the supplementary material as canon but apparently Abby was on a curling team in college, so let’s go with that.
  • Erin doesn’t get the appeal of sports but she definitely gets the appeal of Abby, so she’d be in the stands at all of Abby’s games/matches/whatever. She’d stay buried in a book doing her homework until Abby did anything, at which point Erin would be on her feet cheering and screaming “THAT’S MY GIRLFRIEND!”
    • Referees asked her to leave for disrupting MULTIPLE games. One time she got into an actual physical fight and became and absolute legend among Abby’s team for punching a super mean ref right in the face.
  • I can’t imagine a world where Abby doesn’t love roller derby tbh. Some of the students at her and Holtzmann’s ex-college were on a team, and Abby and Holtz always went to support them and scream their heads off. A good night out yelling at roller derby does for Abby what a massage does for other people.
    • Derby is one of the only sports in the entire world that Holtzmann will tolerate. I feel like I don’t really have to explain this one.
    • (She may also like soccer. I have Thoughts. There will be a separate post.)
    • They started bringing Erin and Patty along, because you share the things you love with your friends. Erin gets S U P E R into it and is a big fan of being allowed to yell. She and Abby look deranged, honestly.
    • Patty likes watching but it stressed her tf out; she’s terrified some poor jammer is going to get murdered right in front of her. Holtzmann always covers her eyes when it gets too intense and tells her when it’s over.
  • Abby’s is 200% The Friend Who Opens Things. (Incidentally, Erin is The Friend Who Always Needs Things Opened.) Her entire aesthetic is *defiantly opens jar in response to the dumb question of who will open jars with no men around*
  • Total Flannel Lesbian ™
  • Tries to get a “Ghostbusters discount” everywhere it drives Patty crazy
  • Team Valor
  • Smack on the line between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. Firm Gryfflepuff.

racyue  asked:

I LOVE your Cat! Haru <333 !!! So cute !!! and he is getting FAT ahaha ヾ(≧∀≦*)ノ〃<33 It's funny because I was also planning to draw Cat!Haru, is it destiny ? lol I think it is ヾ(≧▽≦)ノ゙<333

He will get so fluffy and round sooner or later hahaha! Makoto feeds him too much treats (not Nagisa till time behind the treats lol). 

OMG APPARENTLY PET FREE! IS SOME KIND OF A TINY THING NOW HHAHAHA I DIDN’T KNOW..!

UAAAAhhhh! I look for forward to your Kitty Haru! I’m sure it’s super cute!
And yes, this must be destiny <3

Thank you for your super energetic message! I got a sudden bad mood and this helped me a lot to concentrate on positive things.

Here, have Haru kitty, just for you!

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