but like how even

My grandparents went out today and I slept in. When they came back from their errands I greeted them and they brought me Lunch- my favourite meal from the restaurant they went to. I damn near cried it made me so happy.


hello everyone i am currently sitting in an airport on my way back home and its so early and i’m dying and i am so SORRY to everyone who sent me messages tumblr mobile sucks and i literally hate replying bc its so messy so akdndksksnd pls FORGIVE ME :(:(:(:(

as much as i love ot7, sometimes jin is still ignored or the “oh wow, he’s part of bts?” member. either (strickly) labeled as MOM or namjoon’s wife. christ, is that the only thing he has to offer?

his grad was like what? *cricket noises*

vocals? slays everytime but 0 lines and new fans wouldn’t even notice that if they don’t squint their eyes.

visual? extremely amazing but the only time he really bloomed for some armys is when he dyed his hair blonde.

dance? he practiced real hard and long to perfect his steps but somehow some armys consider him as a blackhole in dancing.

acting? ohhhh boy, house of army was great but really tho, he was a fucking banana and clock.

jesus christ. maybe just maybe he’ll be appreciated if he leaves the group and gets a solo career.


Bu$ted. Where is the party tonight

Dating Zach Dempsey Would Include:

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

  • Meeting him through Alex (who attempts to threaten him when he first asks you out)
  • He is so protective of you (especially around Bryce)
  • Forehead kisses
  • You’d be really close with his sister
  • Him laying his head on your stomach while you run your fingers through his hair
  • Randomly complimenting you and bringing you flowers
  • When you wear his shirts they look like a dress
  • Him teaching you how to play basketball (even though he just uses it as an excuse to put his arms around you)
  • Cuddles
  • Hiding your makeup when he gives you hickies because he wants everyone to see them
  • Sex would always been so gentle with Zach, mostly because he’s afraid to hurt you
  • Cute nicknames that no one really gets
  • Always being the loudest person cheering him on
  • Stealing his clothes 
  • Loads of PDA
  • Calling you up at like 3 am to go on a date. (“Zach? Do you know what time is?” “Yeah, time for pizza, now let’s go.” “You’re lucky I love you, Dempsey.”)
  • Him legit crying when he sees you with his sister
  • Late night phone calls when one of you can’t sleep
  • Justin constantly teasing him for how whipped you’ve made him
  • His mom absolutely loving you

bisexualpirateheart  asked:

60. “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…” Silverflint.

When Flint finally felt good enough to leave his hut on Maroon Island he had expected to wake up to the crew re-stocking the ship. He had caught a rather nasty cold, complete with body aches and a fever. He’d managed two days on his feet and giving orders when it had first hit him, but after that both Silver and Madi insisted he rest. So he had put Silver in charge. That included relying on him to find a way to get the crew to eat the fruits provided to them by Madi’s people to help fight off a widespread case of scurvy.

Half the crew didn’t believe that fruit could cure such a thing and the other half positively balked at the idea of eating fruit, claiming that it “didn’t go with anything edible.”

So when Flint made his way down to the beach that morning, he looked with incredulous and wide eyes at the sight of dozens of men in various positions and states of sleep strewn all over the place. Beside them were countless rum bottles, their contents in various states of consumption. 

“What the fuck?” he shouted, loud enough to jar the men closest to him wide awake. He marched over to the lone tent in the middle of the mess of drunk pirates. One man was even naked and passed out under a palm tree.

“Silver!” he roared as he threw back the tent flaps. Silver had been seated behind a small desk. He quickly stood up and held out a palm as a peace offering.

“I know,” he started quickly, “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain…”

“Those men are all dead drunk.”

“Yes, I am aware–”

“They look as though they’ve been celebrating for days.”

“Ah, no not that long–”

“I told you to feed them fruit and stock the ship. Was that so difficult?”

“Will you shut the fuck up for one minute?”

Flint’s mouth closed–just. He glared at Silver, feeling like he could breathe fire. Silver stood in front of him, looking quite sober, he notice with some relief.

“We had discussed the difficulties in getting the men to eat the fruit,” he began in a careful tone as if Flint couldn’t comprehend. Flint sighed and waited impatiently for a reason not to commit homicide.

“And we had plenty of extra rum from out last haul,” Silver continued. “So I devised a way for the men to get the fruit into their stomachs without having to suck on tart limes and oranges.”

Flint raised an eyebrow. He studied Silver for a long minute, then said slowly, “You mean to say you spiked their drink with fruit juice?”

Silver bit back a smile and snorted out a laugh.

“When you put it that way…but yes, I did.With Madi’s help and the help of a few others.”

Flint studied him for another long minute, then a smile slowly spread on his lips, eyes turning soft.

“That is the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard. Will it even work?”

“It had better work,” said Silver firmly. “Do you know how long it takes to squeeze that much fucking fruit juice into rum bottles?”


It looks like a certain skeleton is stuck in Hotland for the moment. By lasers, blue ones to be exact. Some traps must have turned on by accident and he’s been standing in the same spot for the past 20 minutes.

He’s called out a few times but no one seems to be around. Welp, he’s doomed.

Filters: Yay or nay?

I looove this new trend in pastels especially with the color play on rose gold shades. But Iโ€™m having second thoughts on changing my style or color theme for both my IG and blog an even on FB.

It is rare that a travel or art blogger use this kinds of filters for their photos. Normally, we want to share the natural colors as the are and not to set different kins of vibes to the viewers.

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anonymous asked:

How do you even think of something like a tree hugger?

My friend is a tree hugger and they knit scarfs for trees, like I’m not even lying. But it’s so pure and I thought it fit Hoseok pretty well.

((I hang around pure and spiritual ppl and here I am, pure sin))


So uh. I realized some people didn’t even know stuff like how old I was. So I’ll do a lil Q’n’A since im getting close to 1k. Ask me questions and i’ll answer them. I wont answer the same one twice, just link to it if asked more then once.

You can ask my stuff abt my trauma if you’re curious. Really, I dont mind. ask me who did it, how often, scary things abt it, etc i dont mind. I want my experiences to help others.

So uh yeah. Ask me stuff.

reblog this if you’d buy a get down brothers jacket if they made them as official merch


kindergarten AU from my first stream ever today! thanks anyone who watched (it was 3 people, i supposed)

something i fished out from the trashcan to color *sweats*

this is the comic for this AU part 1

im thinking that yurio’s grandpa is the kindergarten owner, yuri has to see their grossness every day, and yuuko is the caretaker


“ More because I was  f a k e  before. I was just lying at home watching Narcos and gaming and stuff. And I’m over that. Now I want my life to be  r e a l