but low and behold

i’m playing binding of isaac and just thought to myself “god dark bum would be so useful right now” and low and behold i walk in the item room and dark bum…

I just moaned out loud what is wrong with me

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A Conversation Between my Chubby Self & Fit Self

So this video Took literally 3 years to make 

and I thought I lost the footage. a Few Years ago my shoulder injury was at its worst and it kept me from training my best that I started not to care. I didnt care about diet, about Pushing myself and I was slowly not starting to care about working out. So I figured the best motivation for working out is self motivation so I came up with this idea that would FORCE me to get fit or I’d look like an idiot if I Never did. So I pushed myself and low and behold I became my fit self today but I thought I’d lost the old footage but low and behold I found it along with the old script I made and got to work. 

I know I say this in every video but please take the time to watch and share it. It literally took me a few years to create this and I’m honestly really proud. Remember the MAIN thing stopping you from getting where you want to go. Is you! So STAY POSITIVE and you can get anywhere!

Since this took 3 YEARS to make any share, retweet, reblog, really helps a lot and I really appreciate it ^_^

The dressing room door bursts open, hitting the wall with a loud bang.

“Park Jimin!” Hoseok screams from behind.

Jimin slumps into an empty chair with a heavy force, pursing his lips to control his angry breaths and trembling body, his right hand mindlessly wringing his left wrist as he glares at the innocent wall across him.

“Now, listen here,” Hoseok continues, one arm extending toward the open door. “You can’t just suddenly walk away from the crowd like that!”

“Fuck that crowd!” Jimin yells back, unable to restrain his anger. His face glows with red furry, his eyes glimmers with tears.

Jungkook nervously walks inside the room, sliding his back down against the wall until he finds the floor. He rests his head on his clenched fist.

Taehyung, on the other hand, walks in slowly and stares at Jimin’s angry figure with a blank expression.

Hoseok tries again while keeping his own tears from falling. “I know you’re angry, but-”

“Angry?!” Jimin shrieks, stands up and throws his chair across the room. “I’m FURIOUS GODDAMMITT!!!”

“Jimin.”

A melodic voice calls out, and God knows Jimin can only melt in that voice no matter how messed up he feels.

Jin walks in with Namjoon trailing right behind him. The exhaustion and silent fury evident in the leader’s face despite his poor attempt to look calm.

Meanwhile, Jin is the epitome of calmness. His kind and patient smile unwavering, his arms extending towards Jimin.

“Hyung…” Jimin’s shaky whisper comes out. “Hyung…” He hungrily takes Jin’s invitation for a hug, collapsing into uncontrollable cries and broken sobs that have him gasping for air. “None of the things they said about you is true,” he manages to say in between wails. “You’re not useless.” He wraps his arms tighter around Jin’s waist. “You’re not useless…” he repeats over and over.

Jin hums affectionately, rocking Jimin in his arms. “As long as you don’t think so, Jimin, that’s all that matters.”

Hoseok releases a sigh of relief, rubbing a sympathetic hand on Jimin’s back. Jungkook doesn’t bother hiding his tears and rubs his arm across his face.

Namjoon looks like he has something to say. He always looks like he has more to say whenever it involves Jin. But as a leader, he knows better than to let his mouth run away with his feelings.

Taehyung’s face remains blank. Nobody really knows what goes on in his mind, and perhaps that’s for the best.

And as for Yoongi. They know better than to try to look for him. Unless you’re Jin, you just better sit your ass down than to try to look for him.

Bonus:
Once they got back in their dorm, Yoongi refuses to let anybody inside his and Jin’s room.

“We’re all starving here!!!” Their screams can be heard from outside the door.

“You better not set your foot outside this room,” he warns Jin with a glare.

“But Yoongi-”

“Don’t test my patience.” He presses Jin’s head more firmly on his chest.

“You have your own bed-”

“Shut up.”

Triplets - Smut

Warnings: NSFW Smut!!!!!!!!!

Pairing: StuartxReader

Word Count: 2.1k

Disclaimer: So this is a Stilinski Triplets smut and I tried so hard to make it good so I hope you love it. Ily!!! And Request!!!

Originally posted by teaaaaa-po

New school, new me, you thought to yourself. Pushing through the bulky blue rust covered doors of Beacon Hills High School. You thought to yourself that you would have never thought of moving during your senior of high school. But low and behold your parents picked the most utterly inconvenient time to move because that’s who they were, a big giant pain in the ass. Your life was great in L.A, you had friends, a boyfriend, and you were captain of the cheer team. So when you got the news that you were moving about 100 miles from your old home you were not too thrilled. So now you weren’t the popular one, or the smart one, or the cool one. You were just Y/n, no one knew you, and you knew no one.

First Period: English

Walking into the class you of course got the stares of many, which wasn’t a big deal if there wasn’t a pair of honey eyes staring at you as well. Whoever he was he was gorgeous, moles freckled around his jaw, hair quiffed in the perfect manner, and his eyes… his eyes were amazing. A blush spread throughout your cheeks at you trying not to look at him for too long.   The loud ringing of the bell startled you, and a loud voice of a not-so-pleasant sounding man roared from behind you. “Hey Blondie, what are you doing?” You didn’t understand why he had to yell. “Oh I’m new, I’m Y/n.” You handed him your schedule, his eye brows raised, “Alright, you sit behind Stilinski.” Turning forward, having really no clue who this ‘Stilinski’ person was. Turning back to “Coach” you asked who that was. “Stilinski raise your hand.” He says not even looking back up at you. When you turned around you were meet with not one, not two, but three hands in the air. They all looked alike but they all looked completely different at the same time. Your eyes widened at the sight of three boys in three completely different parts of the room, completely different outfits, and had completely different ways they were looking at you. The one on the far right next to the window, had a blue v-neck on, his hair was quiffed but not like the one you saw before his was more done up. He looked very nervous. The one in the middle back of the room, he had a beanie on, and his phone completely glued to his hand at all times. He tried to look like he couldn’t care less but it didn’t work you could see it in his eyes that he cared too much. The on the far left on the room, the honey eyed one, had a flannel on and a smirk on his face as you were looking at the other two boys.

“Which one?” You asked seriously, but the whole class erupted into laughter. Coaches yelling cause the commotion to calm down, “The one in the blue.” He said. The one in the blue, okay sure lets pick the one who looks like he’s about to throw up, why not. Strutting over to the desk behind him, he didn’t even give you a second look then went right back to his notebook, the page covered in x and o signifying that he was writing football plays.

Lunch:

 After a long four periods that surprisingly went very well. You had met some new girl friends who welcomed you in very quickly and all your classes were surprisingly really great. Walking into the lunch room you got a text from ‘Lydia’ who was one of the 4 girls you met during your third period class. The text read to meet them at one of the outside lunch table. When walking to them you could make out a figure that looked very familiar to you. The one guy who met your eyes with right as you walked into English class. Getting closer you could see that his arm was draped around Lydia so you obviously couldn’t go for that anymore. But that’s okay the other two intrigued you more. Lydia introduced you to everybody that was at the table which included: Lydia, Allison, Kira, Malia, Scott, Stiles, Liam, and Issac. They were all really nice and made you feel right at home. Your curiosity got the best of you and you had to ask, “So you and your brothers are triplets?” It caught him off guard but only for a second, then he laughed out. “Yeah Stuart and Thomas. There my brothers, obviously.” He laughed again. You couldn’t help but ask another question, “So which ones which?” He and the others started to go on and on about the two boys, Thomas was athletic and popular, while Stuart inherited the brains and wit, so did Stiles but Stuart go more of it. Also Stiles claimed he got the looks even though they all looked the same. But he insisted. And Stuart was the one with his phone glued to his fingers and Thomas was the one who looked like he was about to throw up looking at you. This otta be interesting. The last 4 classes were great and no triplets in them, but Gym was my very last period and that had Thomas in it. But all was normal, or so you thought.

The next day:

 Was like any other, you got to first period English and instantly Stiles insisted to be your partner for the group project, which you were really happy about because you could hang out with him and get the deeds on his brothers. Which you have found an attraction to. After the period you and Stiles discussed that you would be meeting at his house to finish the project. You were quiet happy about that because you wanted to check them out and learn little more about all of them. The bell rang signaling you for your next class, yours and Stiles stuff was strung out all over the two desks so you both were the last two out of the class room. “Where are you going?” He questioned. “Chemistry.” You said with an eye role which made him laugh. Stiles was cool but totally not the type of guy you were looking for. His attention went from you, too his brother Thomas. “Hey ass-hat bring back my Lacrosse stick.” His brother just gave him an eye role. “See you later; I’ll text you if anything comes up.”  And then he was off, this was about to be an interesting night.

Knock, Knock, Knock:

Three steady knocks on the wood door with the mail box besides it read; “Stilinski”. Your heart was pounding and you were hoping and praying that Stiles would be the one to open the door. The click of the lock and the yank of the door almost made you want to pass out. And of course not, of course it wasn’t Stiles. Stuart stood in front of you with his school outfit hanging off of him. He was definitely the cockiest Stilinski boy. He always had the ‘I’m-better-than-you look’ all the time and this time he was looking at you and it wasn’t any different. “Hi.” You said sheepishly and shy. “Can I help you?”  He spat back, your shy left your body and your bitch came right out to play. “Yeah actually I’m looking for Stiles, so if you could go and get him that would be peachy, thanks.” His face softened and he almost looked hurt. Almost. “Yeah well he’s not here.” He walked away from the wide opened door. “You’re welcome to wait if you’d like.”  He said plopping onto the sofa that looked like the leather was from the late seventies. The house was nice; but you could tell only boys lived there because of the mess evrywhere.

After about the most awkward hour of your life, you decided to go home, Stiles wasn’t answering his phone, and you were just about done with the small talk with Stuart. “I’m going to go because I’m obviously just an annoyance to you.” He chuckled deeply. And something tinged in your core. “Where you going baby? We had so much more to talk about.” Right as you turned around to say a snarky comment, you were met with pair of two big brown eyes and soft pink lips. He was close to you, to close, you tried to back up but your back was suddenly met with the door behind you. His warm breath casketed onto your face and in that moment you have never felt more safe and secure. “You know, you should be a little nicer to me, you are in my house after all.” You could tell he was nervous but excited. And you could also tell this wasn’t his first time with a girl because he knew all the right moves. “Make me.” You spoke out into a silent whisper. After that your legs were wrapped around his waist and dirty make out session was in place. You could tell he was walking up the stairs, because he had an even tighter hold than he did before on your ass. The kiss ended when both of you had to catch your breath. You were in his room now, the slightly messy but organized space fuelled your imagination and you could help but think, ‘this guy must be really smooth to get me in here so fast’. “Now we want to play naughty? Or, do we want to play nice?” He spoke. He was hot, like really hot, there was always this gorgeous smirk plastered on his face, he made your heart melt even though you have only known him for a few days. “What ever you want honey, you’re the boss, I mean this is your house isn’t it?” You spoke low with the sexiest voice you could find yourself doing. A low growl came from him, and then he lunged at you taking his shirt off in the process.

Tangled limbs left you both in just your underwear. His mouth started to travel down the valley of your boobs, and make his way to your stomach. The hickies he left on you were a dark lilac color and were in every spot noticeable. When he got to your pussy he wasted no time ripping off your undies and eating you out like it was his last meal. “Fuck Stuart.” You screamed when your orgasm came crashing down onto you. Your whole body shook from the enormous amount of pleasure, and you were sure you had never cum that hard in your life. “Wow baby girl that was hot, but no time for sex cause Thomas is almost home and when I fuck you, I want to hear you scream.” With that he helped you get dressed. Apologizing for ripping your underwear and claiming he will buy you knew ones. As the two of you got dressed and down the stairs stopping at every second to kiss and touch on another. He walked you too your car and said your good bye’s. He was sweet and gentle appose to being rough and dominating just five minute’s earlier. You knew that wouldn’t be the last time you two did that.

The next day:

All you remember from getting home was: eating some leftover cold pizza and crashing in your room half naked. So when you woke up in the morning half late from school you didn’t even bother looking in your mirror. You threw on the sexiest casual outfit you had and grabbed your makeup bag and headed out the door. Lydia was honking for a good ten minutes, before you actually made it out side. And she made sure to lecture you about waking up on time. You did your makeup on the ride there, and you thought you looked pretty good. When walking through the halls, you got some strange looks from a few people. You had no clue why but you continued on your way to your locker to get your stuff. Opening it and placing your bad inside, you felt a presence to the left on you and you turned to look that way. Thomas stood there in a simple white tee and some kaki joggers on looking as ‘fuck boyie’ as ever. “So how was my Brother?” You were taken aback for a bit. But then cooled down and asked calmly. “How do you know about that?” You raise your eye brows at him and he lets out a loud chuckle. “I heard you two, and it’s not hard to tell considering you have his signature hickie on your neck.” You panicked and looked into your locker mirror, there was one hickie just to the left of your neck and now you knew why they were all looking at you. You might as well just wrote ‘I had sex’ on your forehead with how obvious it was. Thomas walked away leaving you in shock and confused on how he knew, he wasn’t even home. Or so you thought.

Oh Hell No.

2016 was a pretty great for me

I turned 26 today. The cool thing about having a Bday on the last day of the year its like I’m LEVELING UP Its funny I ended 2015 more depressed than I ever thought possible.
I Tried to be happy but I couldn’t bring myself to be like my old self so I just threw myself into my work as getting something done would be better than feeling sorry for myself and low and behold it worked. As I reflected on 2016 I noticed a whole a lot of things were dour. Celebrities we loved dying left and right, acts of racism and violence more prevalent then ever, and our candidates for presidency left much to be desired low-key I was terrified I would not accomplish much but besides a few setbacks here and there I can say

This year was honestly one of the best for me.

I entered and won a Modeling contest and became a Top in the state. 



Got filmed for a Fitness Documentary


I GRADUATED College.


I Grew my Online Coaching business and helped more people transform their physiques.

I got featured on the front page of Kotaku for my Love of DBZ & Fitness



My Youtube shot from 14k Subs to Damn near 90,000


I became Self Employed


I Did a Human Flag


My Anime/Cartoon/Video Game workout series got nominated for a Best of youtube award

Met a ton of new cool peeps and made many business opportunities

Not trying to gloat but I am proud of my accomplishments this year. I’ve had help, luck, and put in a shit ton of a hard work but It has all payed off. Hopefully in 2017 I can take my career further. I’ve turned 26 today and while I’ve had my trials and tribulations, everything seems great so far so I’ll sit back enjoy my cake and ecto cooler while the Ball Drops tonight. Happy New Year everyone.


Okay so I remember one time my ex text me out the blue to brag about his new relationship. He was like “She’s from Turkey. You wouldn’t understand.” Right so he wanted to rub in my face that he was getting married because at one point he was my fiancé or whatever. He was like “Oh I’m gonna die in another country but at least I’ll be with my new wife. She loves me more than you did.” Okay fast forward a good 6-7 months he’s at the airport ready to leave the U.S. and go to Turkey to live with his new fiancé. Yoooo this nigga shows up to fucking baggage claim and low and behold the fucking FBI were waiting for him. Turns out he was talking to an FBI informant the whole time and not his (nonexistent) Turkish fiancé because this dumb nigga was trying to join ISIS via the fucking Internet. So he ended up being on the FBI watchlist for a few months after that and he got arrested when he tried to flee to Canada. Karma definitely had my back for a minute.

Modern AU Dallas and Johnny - Gay Pride Headcanons

- So Dallas really doesn’t want to go at first, no duh

- He’s really worried about his reputation with Tim and Darry and the rest of them

- And he’s actually never worn a rainbow in his life

- But Johnny is fricking persistent

- So Dallas pins one SMALL rainbow pin on his brown jacket and downs several beers to loosen up

- They take Buck’s car and park like, a MILE away so that Dallas can sort of slip in with Johnny and nobody will notice him

- Well, they’re at the sidelines, and Dallas is kind of cowering and trying to be oblivious

- When low and behold, here comes Curly Shepard and Ponyboy in full regalia and little rainbow flags tucked behind their ears

- “Tim’s gonna KiLL you both”

- And Dally really doesn’t want to be seen with either of them so he drags Johnny off for refreshments

- Well guess who’s selling drinks? Tim Shepard needs to pay off those gambling depts somehow.

- Dallas gets Johnny a free drink

- Dallas is starting to enjoy himself

- “Is that Steve and Soda on that parade float?”

- “QuiCK, Johnny, hand me my pHONE!”

- So Steve and Soda are soon all over Facebook.

- Now every greaser in the city knows that Dallas is at Pride because he keeps pOSTING ABOUT IT.

- They have a pretty fun time

- And Johnny gets plenty of kisses

- “Why did we park so far away from the parade again?”

- “Dal, you’re an idiot. But you’re MY idiot.”

( So I was scrollin’ through my feed and I was reading something that @havesyourfaves wrote about modern Dal and Johnny at a pride parade and I just had to write something up because that’s awesome af… )

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So, who is Damon Salvatore without Elena Gilbert?

                        – Someone who misses and longs to be with his other half.

So I’m working out this morning and look up because I felt like I was being watched. Low and behold across the room Nimrod is pressed against the glass staring at me while I’m doing some squats. Like definitely, intently staring. And all I could think of going on in her little head was “what is this human doing. keep those knees at 90 degrees in those squats u dumb ho”

She proceeded to watch me for the rest of my work out and went to sleep promptly after I stopped. Which is why I’m fairly sure she likes to watch what’s going on outside of her terrarium and has a little idea of the outside world. She watches me a lot…

(old picture but relevant to the story because she is a creep)

Okay! So today I went to Us Cellular so my brother could get a new phone and while I was there I was using pokevision to find Pokemon near me. And low and behold a Snorlax shows up. Knowing that all the employees played Pokemon go I announced it to everyone. So all the employees and my brother leave the building to get the Snorlax. Which was incredible. 
Also while I was there the girl working there told me there are pictures of Nicolas Cage all around the building. Apparently there was one under the letters on the wall…

This was the best experience of my life god bless the local Us Cellular building.  

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LOW AND BEHOLD LOOK AT WHAT CAME TODAY!!!

A couple months ago, my favourite podcast (The Orbiting Human Circus Of The Air) held a contest to its listeners, and I won!

The prize was a pillowcase from their online shop, signed by the main character, Julian the Janitor himself!


I can’t believe this arrived on Valentines day… With love indeed, sweet Julian, and love from all those you picture in your audience Xx


if you like weird, creative, mildly dada-istic and charming podcasts, with captivating stories, beautiful music, the most colourful cast of characters you’ve ever seen AND the worlds sweetest and most mysterious little Janitor, I would HEAVILY reccomend this podcast. It is very very unique and heart warming, while still being funny and dramatic!


@orbitinghumancircus, thank you so much for this lovely prize, it’s already on my pillow, ready for bed in just a couple hours. Thanks for making this an extra special valentines day <3

Photographer Mark Mawston recalls, “At the time, the chances of this gig actually happening at all seemed very remote. The night before, we were told, Amy had arrived an hour and a half late for her slot in V’s sister venue at Western Park (not good news at a festival with strict slots times for all the various bands), staggered on stage, fell over, forgot her lyrics and crawled off stage in a torrent of boo’s and had the crowd finish the set for her. This day however there was a huge cheer from the crowd when it was announced, to many peoples surprise, that Amy would be arriving by helicopter and would perform at her allotted time. She had a better reaction to just turning up than many bands had to their entire set. The number of people jostling for a space made it all a little precarious but low and behold, the band started and she walked on stage looking like some Mexican Senorita, as fresh as the roses in her hair.”

“I have to say I’m shocked at how good she looks, as are most of the others and this amazement is compacted when she carries off her first three songs with consummate ease. The only tell-tale sign that she may be nervous is the way she constantly pulls at the hem of her dress, lifting it up to her thigh like a little girl who’s desperate for a pee. That and the way she frequently looks to her impressive backing signers for reassurance. I’d seen Amy perform in a tent at the same venue about 5 years previously and she’d blown me away but I really loved this performance as it was as unexpected as that original show for very different reasons. The first was surprise at just how good she was, the second was relief. When I compiled my favourite songs of the noughties, Back To Black headed my list of great songs from the decade.”

“The colour shot was taken just as the sun set and is my favourite shot of her. The black and white shot, taken just minutes before, was just what I set out to capture as Amy always struck me as a modern singer who wouldn’t have been out of place in the Shangri-La’s in their mid 60’s Shadow Morton peak. It could also pass as a period shot taken at a “Wall Of Sound” Phil Spector session in the mid 60’s, helped by the way she chose to dress that day. Her songs were out of time but timeless, like Amy herself.”